Hard as it is to believe, G turns SIX on Friday. I can't quite get my head around the idea that my little baby is now over 3 feet tall, can reach the ice cream in the freezer, and complains about how much I boss him around. Sigh.
I am trying hard to figure out what the hell we're going to do for his sixth birthday party, which is in (eep) 6 days. Were I an organized mom, I would probably have lists made, party games planned, snacks decided on, and some idea of what was going to happen on that day. As it is, I have a time and place, and pretty much nothing else LOL. I pretty much know who is invited (informal invites have been made, but the "formal" cards are still in the works), and figure it will somehow involve cake and ice cream, but beyond that it is a mystery to me. I seriously wish that I just had some money to throw at this, because I could just go to a party store and buy the whole damn party, but we are, of course, doing this on a tight budget (damnyoudaveramsey) and I'm having to get creative and shit. Hate that.
In other news, G lost one of his top teeth on Saturday. About time too, as both of them have been loose since Easter. He is too cute to believe with that snaggle tooth grin, and much to his annoyance I keep having to grab him and smooch him all over. The adult tooth is already visible, so we won't have him this adorable for long *sigh*
I'm so excited for G as he grows - it's great to see him so confident, curious, and energetic, and I swear to god I wouldn't go back to baby for anything. Still, he's growing so fast...I know that he's going to be so over us so very soon...I'm really going to miss my little cuddle monkey when he's too cool to want to snuggle.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Done, I tell you. Just DONE.
By my calculations, I've spent about 2.5, maybe 3 (waking) hours at home over the past two days...and now I am DONE.
If I liked running around town in circles (at $3.55 a gallon!) with something I have to do every freakin hour of the day, I might feel satisfied, like, job well done. As it is (since I don't particularly enjoy that kind of thing) I mostly feel just exhausted. Like it will take me days to recover from this weekend, only the whole frenetic schedule starts all over again at 8:30 tomorrow morning when my dad shows up for his weekly visit.
I need a vacation. By myself. For like, a year. Where is the substitute mom I can call to take over until I feel sane again? Volunteers? Anyone? Anyone?
If I liked running around town in circles (at $3.55 a gallon!) with something I have to do every freakin hour of the day, I might feel satisfied, like, job well done. As it is (since I don't particularly enjoy that kind of thing) I mostly feel just exhausted. Like it will take me days to recover from this weekend, only the whole frenetic schedule starts all over again at 8:30 tomorrow morning when my dad shows up for his weekly visit.
I need a vacation. By myself. For like, a year. Where is the substitute mom I can call to take over until I feel sane again? Volunteers? Anyone? Anyone?
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Holy Fuckamoly!!
Two posts in one day!!! Yar!!
[edit: took the other post off. too personal. too whiny. too painful. sry.]
(Mwwuuuuhhaaaahhhaaaahhhhaaahhhaha - I amuse myself).
On a totally different topic than my earlier post (thank GOD cuz I can't stand any more of my whining and moping)...there are currently 6 police cruisers, a fire truck, and an ambulance parked on my street...and absolutely no official anyone in sight. Which means that ALL of those people are in the house two doors down and have been for almost half an hour now. Creepy, I tell ya.
They haven't blocked off the street, though, and the news vans haven't arrived (I say all of this with the unvoiced "yet" intended).
I sense our property value plummeting even as we speak....but at least we can't be accused of living in a boring neighborhood.
[edit: took the other post off. too personal. too whiny. too painful. sry.]
(Mwwuuuuhhaaaahhhaaaahhhhaaahhhaha - I amuse myself).
On a totally different topic than my earlier post (thank GOD cuz I can't stand any more of my whining and moping)...there are currently 6 police cruisers, a fire truck, and an ambulance parked on my street...and absolutely no official anyone in sight. Which means that ALL of those people are in the house two doors down and have been for almost half an hour now. Creepy, I tell ya.
They haven't blocked off the street, though, and the news vans haven't arrived (I say all of this with the unvoiced "yet" intended).
I sense our property value plummeting even as we speak....but at least we can't be accused of living in a boring neighborhood.
Monday, April 7, 2008
It Started With Daffodils, or, The Danger of Furniture Polish
It all started with the damn daffodils. They are in full bloom in front of my house, those cheerful blooms of spring happiness, and I wanted to put some in a vase inside so that I could enjoy them.
Unfortunately, the coffee table was not only terribly cluttered, but also unspeakably dirty, and I knew that I couldn't enjoy the flowers without cleaning the table. So out came the windex (for the glass panes on top), and the sponge and water, and the toothpick (for getting the gunge out of the many many many cracks and crevices), and I went to work. Cleaned the whole damn thing as close to spotless as it's every going to get, and then I remembered: furniture polish. We got a can of spray furniture polish when we bought the living room set, and it seemed like the perfect time to actually use the stuff.
A few minutes later, my coffee table was stunning - shiny and clean as the day it arrived. Which is a good thing, right? Except that the glow from the coffee table only highlighted the dust and grime on the bookshelves in the living room. Suddenly, I felt compelled to make them glow like that...so that the daffodils would look right, dontchaknow.
Now, our living room (hell, our whole house) is largely decorated with bookshelves full of books. Big, Tall Bookshelves. Lots and Lots and Lots of books. Which made the project of making their woodwork glow like the coffee table a bit daunting, but oh man did they look great when I was done!! Too bad they were right next to the dustygrimy tv table and cabinets and cd holder...
I'm sure that you can see where this is going. I literally went crazy with the furniture polish. I sprayed every wood surface I could find with the stuff (including bay window and all wooden knickknacks) and managed to use fully half a can of it in the living room alone. I probably would have done the floor with it too if it hadn't specifically said on the can not to do that. It was crazy. I even ended up cleaning all the couches and chair, the outside of the fish tank, and the freakin baseboards, just to make the rest of the room match the beauty of the wood.
All in all, I spent 6 straight hours cleaning the living room top to bottom before I had it clean enough for those stupid flowers. But they look GREAT on my coffee table, and damn my living room glows!!!!!
Unfortunately, the coffee table was not only terribly cluttered, but also unspeakably dirty, and I knew that I couldn't enjoy the flowers without cleaning the table. So out came the windex (for the glass panes on top), and the sponge and water, and the toothpick (for getting the gunge out of the many many many cracks and crevices), and I went to work. Cleaned the whole damn thing as close to spotless as it's every going to get, and then I remembered: furniture polish. We got a can of spray furniture polish when we bought the living room set, and it seemed like the perfect time to actually use the stuff.
A few minutes later, my coffee table was stunning - shiny and clean as the day it arrived. Which is a good thing, right? Except that the glow from the coffee table only highlighted the dust and grime on the bookshelves in the living room. Suddenly, I felt compelled to make them glow like that...so that the daffodils would look right, dontchaknow.
Now, our living room (hell, our whole house) is largely decorated with bookshelves full of books. Big, Tall Bookshelves. Lots and Lots and Lots of books. Which made the project of making their woodwork glow like the coffee table a bit daunting, but oh man did they look great when I was done!! Too bad they were right next to the dustygrimy tv table and cabinets and cd holder...
I'm sure that you can see where this is going. I literally went crazy with the furniture polish. I sprayed every wood surface I could find with the stuff (including bay window and all wooden knickknacks) and managed to use fully half a can of it in the living room alone. I probably would have done the floor with it too if it hadn't specifically said on the can not to do that. It was crazy. I even ended up cleaning all the couches and chair, the outside of the fish tank, and the freakin baseboards, just to make the rest of the room match the beauty of the wood.
All in all, I spent 6 straight hours cleaning the living room top to bottom before I had it clean enough for those stupid flowers. But they look GREAT on my coffee table, and damn my living room glows!!!!!
Thursday, April 3, 2008
KuhhhhhRabby
That would be me. For days now. No idea why, although I strongly suspect that it may have something to do with a rather rainy spring break with too many children in too small a space. Or possibly PMS (always a great scapegoat). Or leg pain, of which there has been plenty recently. Or just the fact that I'm fundamentally a bitch. Who knows. All I know is that I've been growling my way around the house grumping at everyone who crosses my path and getting absolutely nothing done.
I need spring. I need it bad. I need warmth and sunshine (at the same freakin time, please) and growing things and time to sit outside to recover from the winter. I am so tired of all my winter clothes...I need shorts and short sleeves and comfy sandals with no socks. Not that any of my summer clothes fit me ATM, but still. I'm ready for this grey season to be done.
I don't feel like there is so much for me to blog about. My attempt to lose enough weight to fit into my cute clothes is going...poorly. I enjoy the gym when I manage to get there, but have a bitch of a time fitting into my schedule, and damn chocolate is good. My attempt to overhaul our finances is going somewhat better, although I can only work on it in tiny spurts, as the black and white proof of exactly how broke we are and are going to continue to be is pretty damn depressing. My house continues to be a disaster. *sigh*
Oh well. Back to it. Whatever "it" is.
I need spring. I need it bad. I need warmth and sunshine (at the same freakin time, please) and growing things and time to sit outside to recover from the winter. I am so tired of all my winter clothes...I need shorts and short sleeves and comfy sandals with no socks. Not that any of my summer clothes fit me ATM, but still. I'm ready for this grey season to be done.
I don't feel like there is so much for me to blog about. My attempt to lose enough weight to fit into my cute clothes is going...poorly. I enjoy the gym when I manage to get there, but have a bitch of a time fitting into my schedule, and damn chocolate is good. My attempt to overhaul our finances is going somewhat better, although I can only work on it in tiny spurts, as the black and white proof of exactly how broke we are and are going to continue to be is pretty damn depressing. My house continues to be a disaster. *sigh*
Oh well. Back to it. Whatever "it" is.
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