Thursday, December 31, 2009
soooo tired...
Oh no, not like your normal SAHM tired. I mean I'm always asleep.I went to bed at 9:30 last night and you might think, well that's not bad, of course your tired. You don't understand, I am always tired. I throw my kids in cages, highschairs and rooms just so I can take my 30 minute morning nap.
(note- ok, I don't take naps EVERY day....).
Then of course theres their normal after lunch naptime. Oh I hate being tired then!
That is a precious a rare time. I throw them in bed, give hugs and kisses, and bolt out of their rooms. And for a few moments it's completely silent. The TV is off, no music, nothing. Just silence. It's the most beautiful thing and I savour every milisecond of it.
Then of course I'm faced with a tough choice. Cleaning isn't an option at this point. I can clean when they're awake damnit. Naptime is like my weekend. I don't work at naptime, damnit!
So then I'm faced with the choice of playing the Sims and really sucking all I can out of the fact that the kids are asleep- or take a nap myself. Usually I play the sims until I fall over. I hate taking naps then- I feel like I wasted a perfectly good time of silence by sleeping. But, like I said, I am so friggn tired most of the time. It's pathetic really.
So it is a little odd that I went to sleep at 9:30 last night. Actually, I started to get tired at 8:30, fell asleep on the couch at 9:15 and went to bed at 9:30. I need vitamins....
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Update for New Years Eve:
Top moments of the decade:
My favorite blog posts of the year
Monday, December 28, 2009
Oh aren't you lucky!
Paul wonke up from his nap gross and sweaty and is now screeching in the living room.How you people can stand not being me I'll never know.
Anyhoo- I was going to post my top 10 movies of the year, but I didn't see 10 movies this year (but if I had to choose out of the tiny amount I did see- Watchmen would be #1)
I'd do top songs of the year but I don't listen to the radio.
Oh boy! Brace yourselves... now Teddy is awake and screeching! Buy your tickets NOW!
Stephen got me a gift certificate to this PJ place online that sells those footy pajamas for adults. I can't decide on which one I want. I'm thinking I might get the dinosaur ones- cause they've got the drop seat and the feet... but then again there's classic pink and you can get bunny ears to go with it and who doesn't want to sleep next to a cute little bunny rabbit!
Of course if I got the orange ones I can be seen from space AND not look stupid when I go picking up trash on the side of the road!
This is a difficult decision.... sigh
Ok, moving along (bored to tears yet are you? Ohhh just you wait!) - I stole this meme from Avi:
1. Open your music library (iPod, iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every stage of life, type the song that’s playing
5. When you go to a new stage, press the next button
6. Don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool…
Waking Up: Nth Degree by Morningwood
First Day at School: Lovefool by the Cardigans
Falling In Love: All These Things That I've Done by the Killers
Fight Song: Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper feat Sarah McLachlan
Breaking Up: White and Nerdy by Weird Al
Prom: My Love is your Love by Whitney Houston
Life: Du Hast by Rammstein
Mental Breakdown: Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots by the Flaming Lips
Driving: Patiently Waiting by 50 cent
Flashback: Jailhouse Rock by Elvis
Wedding: Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson
Birth of Child: Dance with You by Live
Final Battle: Somebody Told Me by the Killers
Death Scene: I Miss You by Blink-182
Funeral Song: What's in the Fridge by Imagination Movers
End Credit: Disease by matchbox twenty
Monday, December 21, 2009
Oh crap....
Yesterday Paul had his Christmas pageant for church.Ok, forget the fact that all we were told was "have your kids practice these 3 songs." And forget the fact that the pre-schoolers weren't singing the songs, just dancing to them.
Forget the fact that the preschoolers wee split up and 1 group was supposed to dance to 1 song, etc.
That information may have been helpful in our parenting role in reminding Paul "ok, remember you need to sit nicely during this part" and such.
Aside from that- my
My child is the one not listening to his teachers, running all over the place, lying down in the weirdest spots, etc.
Ok, in our defense Paul is 90% of the time a good boy. And he usually does listen to his teachers and to us (according to them- god I hope they aren't lying).
But still- no one wants it to be their child who's not listening and making a ruckus.
Aside from all that- the pageant was super cute!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Dear daughter I don't have, and may never have....
But if I do, here you go:I promise you will never take those idiotic MySpace photos that teenage girls seem to always take.
I promise that if you do, beatings will follow.
I promise you will have better self esteem than I do.
I promise that when you are dating and such that you will never feel like your man doesn't love you if he doesn't want to spend every waking moment with you. I promise I will help you to understand that.
I promise you will be ok enough with yourself to be by yourself. To go to restaurants by yourself. To the movies, etc.
I promise you will smile with sincerity and never with a hint of fakeness.
I promise you will date and marry a man who gives you nothing but respect and that you will not settle for anything less.
I promise you will understand that sex does not, and will never, equal love.
I promise you will understand a man isn't needed for certain "activities."
I promise you will be loved.
I promise you we will teach you how to respect others and demand it in return.
I promise you that your daddy will do his best to show you that good men are out there.
Friday, December 11, 2009
omg! A blog!
With bullets!WTF?!
The family I'm playing I like too... The mom is insane and explores tombs in her formal dress. She married a Frenchman named Francois and had twin boys named Augernon and Aubert. Everything's going great until she find the last peice she needs to make a king's sarcophagus. We all know what happens then....
