So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, ...

On Saturday, we had to say good bye to a wonderful friend. A friend, who mercifully gave us a break from life every weekend for an hour or two. A friend, who served as an elixir for cranky pants and meltdowns. A friend, who initially would visit sometimes three times a day, then two, and then weaned us down to one visit per day. A friend, who was hard to find and who is now equally hard to bid an adieu to.
We are saying good bye to Edie’s nap. I realized it was finally time to do this, when, after an hour long power nap on Saturday, Edie insisted on partying like it was 1999 until eleven o’clock on Saturday night. You have to understand. If I’m not out drinking at this hour on a Saturday night, I’m hopefully blissfully lounging on the couch watching a movie with Jo, WITHOUT a rugrat at my feet. Evenings are kid-free and I feel pretty strongly about this. And so, we will have to endure that rough transition from happy, well-rested child (who is difficult to put to bed at night) to a child who is prone to magnificent, dramatic five alarm meltdowns over something as simple as a blemish on an apple (no, really).
I feel a little cheated with the whole nap phenomena. Grace was never a great napper, and gave up the nap pretty much the same day I realized I was pregnant with Edie (oh God, I was so tired!)
Edie would always nap like a champ at day care, but not so much at home. She would tease us with 45 minutes here and there, but never anything solid. It’s only recently that it seems she would sleep as long as we would let her, but, of course, that causes the aforementioned issue of wanting to partake in the excitement of our household in the evening (I guess a 2 1/2 year sees the potential of excitement in laundry, dishes and lunch making).

And so, good bye Nap, thanks for the memories.

Do you think we could sell it on the Home Shopping Channel?

Oh my God, I think this is hilarious. When I was taking Edie out of the bath tonight and wrapping her in her towel, Jo was bringing Grace a glass of milk. Jo spilled a little milk on the floor. He looked around, said to me "Pass me that?" pointing at Edie. I passed her over, and he proceeded to mop up the milk on the floor with the swaddled Edie. Heh, at least two year olds are good for something!

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, Guess I'll go eat worms, Long, thin, slimy ones; Short, fat, juicy ones, Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy wuzzy worms. ...

i usually like to keep this blog pretty light - joke around about the "crazy" things my kids do, make light of how they drive me crazy. not tonight. nope, i don't have a funny bone left in my body. in fact, this past weekend my children sucked the marrow out of my funny bone. i actually shed a tear tonight with the way they completely overwhelmed me. it wasn't even over anything major - it was just things like a soon as one mess was cleaned up, i had to clean another. as soon as one meal was prepared and cleaned up after, another one had to be made, cleaned up after. as soon as one fight was resolved, another fire had to be put out, etc, etc. i know this is nothing new to anybody with kids, but today it really got to me. it doesn't help either when recently, in conversation, friends of mine have said how lucky they are that their kids rarely fight and are the best of friends, and how another mentioned how lucky she is because her children play so independently. wow. my kids are always fighting; i thought it was the older who was the prime instigator, but the two year old has developped some amazing antagonizing tactics. my kids RARELY play independently - they constantly need me to guide them through crafts, playtime, even colouring. of course, the guilt of the working mom kicks in here, i feel like it's my fault that they can be so needy and need my constant attention.
all i really wanted to do tonight was watch the pre-emmy show, y'know, the one where you see what everyone is wearing? and tonight i couldn't. and i forgot i that i have that recording ability on my t.v.

*one kind of funny thing - i was looking at my stats for my blog and found out that one of the ways that people find my blog is by googling "old mommies" - PERVERTS!

LAZY DAY

I've got nothing to say today.

Aside from the great bloggers I check in on regularly, I also need a weekly, sometimes daily fix of gossip. Read these instead:


Perez
Page Six
Socialitelife
Go Fug Yourself
ooohhhh, confessions!

And, to prove I have some depth to me, I just stumbled upon this site - it is amazing for Mom's interested in/concerned about body image after giving birth.


If you have any others you'd like to share with me, please feel free!

(oh, and I think mentioning Facebook is just. too. obvious.)

A Little Bit of Ying with your Yang?

-Just when I get my calves lookin' skirt-sexy, I break out in psoriasis on my lower legs....

-Just when Edie starts to nap regularly at her day care, I'm wondering if we should take away the nap to make bedtime a little easier....

-Just when I start to lose some weight with some good old-fashioned excercise, my pants don't fit me because I've developped what is known as a bubble butt....

-Just when I manage to juggle my schedule so I can be with Grace for her first day of SK, she tells me she would rather I didn't come....(I didn't know they could embarass so easily at 5 years old!)

-Right after we decide to shut the pool down for the season, we get hit with a heat wave....

-Social Distortion releases a greatest hits album, but they are only touring it in the West.

-Gracie's karate school is right beside Dairy Queen, she goes 4 days a week. I have been recently diagnosed with severe dairy intolerance. In the words of Grace herself, NOT FAIR!

-The two nights that neither Grace or Edie wake me up, I wake myself up with wicked nose bleeds....

Could be worse, it's not like we have kick ass plasma t.v. and football season has started...oh wait, NOT FAIR!

What the hell??? I finally get the kids to bed, fire up the 'puter, and Facebook is down! Oh my god, what did i used to do with my life between 9 and 10 at night before there was Facebook? I totally forget! Maybe I'll go dig up that husband I had kicking around somewhere....

On a sidenote, I'm soooooo disapointed that no one did my music questionnaire. C'mon, Christopher? Jannet? Jo? I kno fo shizzle that you guys read my shit....c'mon! Make momma proud!