I caught something.
My stomach has been killing me since Saturday.
This has made for a less-than-productive week so far....
Last week, though?
Was pretty great.
The self-imposed schedule worked out in all its type-A splendor.
I got up early, I showered, I. got. shit. DONE.
Getting up that early kicked my ass, but it was kinda worth it just to feel so accomplished at the end of the day ANNNNND be dressed!
I felt like a whole new world was being opened up to me!
Then Saturday's gut-rot hit, and I started to fall sorely behind.
Crap! Can't lose this momentum already....
Today, I was determined to get back on schedule!! If I publish this post, I will be. Squee! (it's the little things)
However, My husband is determined to thwart my new early-rising lifestyle change....
He doesn't want me to get up at the Dawn of Man.
He wants me to sleep as much as possible.
My health, my CFS, blah, blah, blah....
He's loving, and sweet, and concerned, but he is also annoying.
He turns my alarm off!
I have tried to explain the method to my madness, but he says that I am just being stubborn.
I say that I'm just trying to stay SANE.
He may not care about squalor and mountain ranges of laundry, but I do!
And while he is an amazing husband in many respects, his organizational/housekeeping skills are not among the top ten....or twenty, really....
Sigh.
We need to find a compromise, or our son needs to take daily 4 hour naps.
Not sure either will happen.
I need to go to bed.
That Dawn of Man approaches far more quickly than one might think.
If my alarm stays on, that is.
Showing posts with label Good Mommying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good Mommying. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Penciling it in....Where's my Eraser?
Schedules.
Lists.
Calendars.
To-do's.
Love 'em.
Order and cleanliness made me happy.
Ticking things off the list made me smile.
I was all content (in an organized fashion, of course) in my Type A sensibilities.
I was a multitasking GODDESS.
Then I had a child.
Now?
As long as the boy is fed, clothed, and no one can rightfully call the Environmental Protection Agency on us in regards to our squalor, I consider the day a success.
I often go with out showers, makeup, or proper clothing.
Piles of laundry have become part of my decor....
Chaos abounds!
What the HELL?
I am a SAHM with just ONE CHILD.
How is it that at 2pm in the afternoon, I'm still in my pajamas?
I am BEYOND tired of all the things I keep "meaning to get to" never getting done.
(ya know, like hygiene...)
I'm starting to feel bad about my life-efficacy, guys.
I need to pull it together!
I'm trying to make a schedule....
With a schedule, I will stay more on track. Be more focused.
I Hope.
Obviously, caring for my son is a daily, ongoing thing, and his schedule comes first, but I needed a general overview...
So I decided to go old-school and break things up in to "Days"to see what that would look like:
Monday is Internet Catch-up Day:
Read/Answer emails
Read/Answer blog comments
Catch up on Twitter/Facebook
Maintain pages
Clean out inboxes
Tuesday is Blogging Day:
Read all my subscriptions
Comment
Write a post of my own
{I feel kinda silly devoting 2 days to just blogging/Interwebs, but my blog has been a great outlet for me, twitter has allowed me to connect with some great people/writers, and facebook/emailing keeps me sane on the days I don't talk to anyone but my son all day. I want to start writing more, and getting more involved with groups, etc...to make that possible, I've gotta carve out the time...}
Wednesday is Cleaning Day:
Duh.
Thursday is Laundry Day:
Also, DUH.
Friday is Bills/Paperwork Day
Pay bills
Plan weekly budget
Check all accounts
Check credit monitoring
Sort through and file all mail
Saturday is Family Day:
No chores, just fun...or laziness. Ahem.
Sunday is Errands Day: Aka: There Goes Our $$
Target
Babies R Us
Grocery Store
and anywhere else that didn't get-gotten-to during the week.
So far, the schedule has been been *slightly* successful....
And after a very looooong absence, I'm also trying to work out at least 3 times a week.
The last couple weeks have been good, so perhaps it will become a trend....
Yikes.
I also need to start going to bed earlier and getting UP earlier.
I just can't seem to do it....
EVERY NIGHT, I swear that I will be in bed asleep by 10pm...and EVERY NIGHT I'm crawling into bed at 12-1am....
In the morning?
I find myself sleeping until the last possible second before I drag myself outta bed to start the day and make Huz's lunch.....
If I could just get into the habit of getting up at like 5:00-5:30am?
I could shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, make lunch, and get a jump-start on my day before O was even awake.
But if you know me?
You know that it had to be an EMERGENCY for me to be out of bed that early.
Someday, like if we have another baby or when O starts school, I will probably be required to get up in the middle of the night, but for now, that's just SO FRIKKEN EARLY.
Too early.
I used to do it when I had to take the bus to work....I swore never.again.ever.
Then, O was born and I was up every two hours for a brief time...
but he settled into such a nice sleeping pattern.
Now, I don't really get up before 7 most days....
Sigh.
But I probably should.
Can a 30-year-old night owl become a morning person?
Can I catch that damn worm?
Obviously, I need your help!
Any tips on starting your day before the Dawn of Man?
Lists.
Calendars.
To-do's.
Love 'em.
Order and cleanliness made me happy.
Ticking things off the list made me smile.
I was all content (in an organized fashion, of course) in my Type A sensibilities.
I was a multitasking GODDESS.
Then I had a child.
Now?
As long as the boy is fed, clothed, and no one can rightfully call the Environmental Protection Agency on us in regards to our squalor, I consider the day a success.
I often go with out showers, makeup, or proper clothing.
Piles of laundry have become part of my decor....
Chaos abounds!
What the HELL?
I am a SAHM with just ONE CHILD.
How is it that at 2pm in the afternoon, I'm still in my pajamas?
I am BEYOND tired of all the things I keep "meaning to get to" never getting done.
(ya know, like hygiene...)
I'm starting to feel bad about my life-efficacy, guys.
I need to pull it together!
I'm trying to make a schedule....
With a schedule, I will stay more on track. Be more focused.
I Hope.
Obviously, caring for my son is a daily, ongoing thing, and his schedule comes first, but I needed a general overview...
So I decided to go old-school and break things up in to "Days"to see what that would look like:
Monday is Internet Catch-up Day:
Read/Answer emails
Read/Answer blog comments
Catch up on Twitter/Facebook
Maintain pages
Clean out inboxes
Tuesday is Blogging Day:
Read all my subscriptions
Comment
Write a post of my own
{I feel kinda silly devoting 2 days to just blogging/Interwebs, but my blog has been a great outlet for me, twitter has allowed me to connect with some great people/writers, and facebook/emailing keeps me sane on the days I don't talk to anyone but my son all day. I want to start writing more, and getting more involved with groups, etc...to make that possible, I've gotta carve out the time...}
Wednesday is Cleaning Day:
Duh.
Thursday is Laundry Day:
Also, DUH.
Friday is Bills/Paperwork Day
Pay bills
Plan weekly budget
Check all accounts
Check credit monitoring
Sort through and file all mail
Saturday is Family Day:
No chores, just fun...or laziness. Ahem.
Sunday is Errands Day: Aka: There Goes Our $$
Target
Babies R Us
Grocery Store
and anywhere else that didn't get-gotten-to during the week.
So far, the schedule has been been *slightly* successful....
And after a very looooong absence, I'm also trying to work out at least 3 times a week.
The last couple weeks have been good, so perhaps it will become a trend....
Yikes.
I also need to start going to bed earlier and getting UP earlier.
I just can't seem to do it....
EVERY NIGHT, I swear that I will be in bed asleep by 10pm...and EVERY NIGHT I'm crawling into bed at 12-1am....
In the morning?
I find myself sleeping until the last possible second before I drag myself outta bed to start the day and make Huz's lunch.....
If I could just get into the habit of getting up at like 5:00-5:30am?
I could shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, make lunch, and get a jump-start on my day before O was even awake.
But if you know me?
You know that it had to be an EMERGENCY for me to be out of bed that early.
Someday, like if we have another baby or when O starts school, I will probably be required to get up in the middle of the night, but for now, that's just SO FRIKKEN EARLY.
Too early.
I used to do it when I had to take the bus to work....I swore never.again.ever.
Then, O was born and I was up every two hours for a brief time...
but he settled into such a nice sleeping pattern.
Now, I don't really get up before 7 most days....
Sigh.
But I probably should.
Can a 30-year-old night owl become a morning person?
Can I catch that damn worm?
Obviously, I need your help!
Any tips on starting your day before the Dawn of Man?
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tantrumatized...
O is just about 16 months, but the Terrible Twos are in full swing over at my(ish) house....
Tantrum City!
I'd always sorta secretly hoped that through my sure-to-be-genius parenting, I would escape the screamy stalemates of tantrums.
Pssssh.
So foolish, I was....
O is a sweet boy. But he is curious and stubborn and determined and smart.
He has got THINGS to DO.
Do not get in his way...
Do not thwart is path....
It will end badly.
Tears and arching and screams. Bloodcurdling screams. ::Shiver::
I try to always be calm. To explain the whys.
To acknowledge that he is upset and frustrated.
And that THAT sucks...
BUT, Mommy and Daddy make the rules.
And sometimes the things he wants are off-limits (mostly because of safety/nutrition)...
It should totally be a peaceful exchange. Duh.
Except you cannot reason with a toddler.
He does not give two shits about safety or nutrition.
He has a world to explore and put in his mouth.
I am stagnating his journey of self-discovery.
And that, friends?
Is totally harshing his mellow.
Yesterday I was really stressed about this tantruming situation.
What if this becomes a habit?
What if he develops a behavioral issue?
Am I not doing enough as his Mama?
Am I too soft?
Am I too hard?
Is he going to end up on America's Most Wanted?
[They'll interview me about his victims as they flash all the pictures of his sweet little baby face....I can see it now.......Ahem.]
Perhaps, I spiraled a bit?
Anyway, later that evening after O went to bed my husband and I were talking about something and he brought up an issue that was absolutely going to fucking leadboot my plans....
I.was.LIVID.
Frustrated, I commenced in raging to (not at) the husband about the injustice of it all and slamming shit around my desk...
After he fled, under the guise of cooking dinner, I raged on in my head and slammed some more shit....
Then the lightbulb went off:
Fuck.
The apple doesn't scream too loud from the tree....
O is totally his mother.
Including her temper.
He gets frustrated because he is constantly getting stopped from doing what he sees as necessary, AND he can't express himself on the issue-- other than to scream and cry.....
[Something I was pretty much doing last night]
My frustration at not being able to do what I see as necessary and my inability to express myself on the matter?
Totally harshes my mellow.
Sigh.
Sorry little man. I feel your pain. I really do.
But the toilet is still off-limits at the moment. Mommy loves you.
Tantrum City!
I'd always sorta secretly hoped that through my sure-to-be-genius parenting, I would escape the screamy stalemates of tantrums.
Pssssh.
So foolish, I was....
O is a sweet boy. But he is curious and stubborn and determined and smart.
He has got THINGS to DO.
Do not get in his way...
Do not thwart is path....
It will end badly.
Tears and arching and screams. Bloodcurdling screams. ::Shiver::
I try to always be calm. To explain the whys.
To acknowledge that he is upset and frustrated.
And that THAT sucks...
BUT, Mommy and Daddy make the rules.
And sometimes the things he wants are off-limits (mostly because of safety/nutrition)...
It should totally be a peaceful exchange. Duh.
Except you cannot reason with a toddler.
He does not give two shits about safety or nutrition.
He has a world to explore and put in his mouth.
I am stagnating his journey of self-discovery.
And that, friends?
Is totally harshing his mellow.
Yesterday I was really stressed about this tantruming situation.
What if this becomes a habit?
What if he develops a behavioral issue?
Am I not doing enough as his Mama?
Am I too soft?
Am I too hard?
Is he going to end up on America's Most Wanted?
[They'll interview me about his victims as they flash all the pictures of his sweet little baby face....I can see it now.......Ahem.]
Perhaps, I spiraled a bit?
Anyway, later that evening after O went to bed my husband and I were talking about something and he brought up an issue that was absolutely going to fucking leadboot my plans....
I.was.LIVID.
I'm just trying to accomplish this simple g-ddamned thing and I'm being stopped at every turn!
WHYTHEFUCKCAN'TIJUSTDOTHISONETHING???
Frustrated, I commenced in raging to (not at) the husband about the injustice of it all and slamming shit around my desk...
After he fled, under the guise of cooking dinner, I raged on in my head and slammed some more shit....
Then the lightbulb went off:
Fuck.
The apple doesn't scream too loud from the tree....
O is totally his mother.
Including her temper.
He gets frustrated because he is constantly getting stopped from doing what he sees as necessary, AND he can't express himself on the issue-- other than to scream and cry.....
[Something I was pretty much doing last night]
My frustration at not being able to do what I see as necessary and my inability to express myself on the matter?
Totally harshes my mellow.
Sigh.
Sorry little man. I feel your pain. I really do.
But the toilet is still off-limits at the moment. Mommy loves you.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Excuse me while I get up on my soapbox...
[I might need help getting down, just FYI.]
Anyone who is a mother knows that being a mother is hard.
It's the most amazing thing I have ever done, but also, hands-down the hardest.
Most mamas would agree....
And YET
We're always segregating ourselves into camps and judging each other. Like a scene out of Mean Girls.
ETC...
But one of the biggest (besides the boob vs. baba debate) is
In case you were wondering, I delivered O via C-Section. I did not want to, but there was a big possibility of risk/harm to him and myself if I would have attempted a vaginal birth. As much as I wanted to do it MY way, I couldn't abide by even remotely endangering my son to accomplish what I wanted.
I've received both overwhelming support and staunch derision for my decision.
This led to a lot of conflicting emotions surrounding my 'Birth Story" as it were.
I've never written about my birthing experience, because for a long time, I felt like I didn't HAVE one, which is just ridiculous. Of course I did. It was just a different one from the one I had expected. That didn't make it any less.
That's like Battle Royale material in the Mamahood.
Holy shit, ladies. This is where we lose our minds. People get angry and vicious and all-KINDS of militant about this issue.
If you're wondering what brought this on, I stumbled upon this, which was in reference to this, which got me thinking about how frikken judgy a lot of mothers are (myself included, from time-to-time).
Why is that? Can't we just support one another, and each family's birthing experience?
How dare we (In the collective sense) marginalize a woman's love and/or commitment to her child because she had a Cesarean. How dare we sigh and cast a sideways glance of pity because that woman missed out on "giving birth" and bonding with her baby, again marginalizing the experience.
I WILL say this:
I am not a fan of elected, non-medically necessary C-sections. Stone me if you must, but I'm not.
However, I would never DREAM of saying that because a woman chose that route, it means she does not love her child.
Let's get it together people. Parenting is not black and white.
Each pregnancy is different.
Each Child is different
Each FAMILY is different.
What do we teach our children when we run around acting like holier-than-thou fools?
As long as we do our best to love and nurture and nourish and educate our children, while keeping them safe, do we have to sling arrows at the details? Or can we respect each other enough to try and hold one another up rather than always finding a way to tear down?
Bottom Line?
The day a child is born in ANY manner is special and sacred day.
Let's not hang ourselves on technicalities.
Anyone who is a mother knows that being a mother is hard.
It's the most amazing thing I have ever done, but also, hands-down the hardest.
Most mamas would agree....
And YET
We're always segregating ourselves into camps and judging each other. Like a scene out of Mean Girls.
co-sleeping vs. crib
breast-feeding vs. formula
baby-wearing vs. stroller
baby-wearing vs. stroller
sign language vs. not
homeschool vs. public school
homeschool vs. public school
ETC...
But one of the biggest (besides the boob vs. baba debate) is
natural birth vs. cesarean birth.
In case you were wondering, I delivered O via C-Section. I did not want to, but there was a big possibility of risk/harm to him and myself if I would have attempted a vaginal birth. As much as I wanted to do it MY way, I couldn't abide by even remotely endangering my son to accomplish what I wanted.
I've received both overwhelming support and staunch derision for my decision.
This led to a lot of conflicting emotions surrounding my 'Birth Story" as it were.
I've never written about my birthing experience, because for a long time, I felt like I didn't HAVE one, which is just ridiculous. Of course I did. It was just a different one from the one I had expected. That didn't make it any less.
That's like Battle Royale material in the Mamahood.
Holy shit, ladies. This is where we lose our minds. People get angry and vicious and all-KINDS of militant about this issue.
If you're wondering what brought this on, I stumbled upon this, which was in reference to this, which got me thinking about how frikken judgy a lot of mothers are (myself included, from time-to-time).
Why is that? Can't we just support one another, and each family's birthing experience?
How dare we (In the collective sense) marginalize a woman's love and/or commitment to her child because she had a Cesarean. How dare we sigh and cast a sideways glance of pity because that woman missed out on "giving birth" and bonding with her baby, again marginalizing the experience.
I WILL say this:
I am not a fan of elected, non-medically necessary C-sections. Stone me if you must, but I'm not.
However, I would never DREAM of saying that because a woman chose that route, it means she does not love her child.
Let's get it together people. Parenting is not black and white.
Each pregnancy is different.
Each Child is different
Each FAMILY is different.
What do we teach our children when we run around acting like holier-than-thou fools?
As long as we do our best to love and nurture and nourish and educate our children, while keeping them safe, do we have to sling arrows at the details? Or can we respect each other enough to try and hold one another up rather than always finding a way to tear down?
[Cue Melody of Kumbaya/We Are the World.]
Bottom Line?
The day a child is born in ANY manner is special and sacred day.
Let's not hang ourselves on technicalities.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Because I said I would!
While I sit on pins and needles waiting for Will to call me, who is waiting for the Doc to call HIM, let's turn our attention to something happier:
O's Halloweeny First Birthday Extravaganza!!!
I was panicked and stressed up until everyone arrived: The weather was awful, nixing our outside plans, Owen fell asleep right as people were supposed to arrive and tons of people canceled last minute-I thought we were DOOMED...
But you know what?
It turned out to be just what it should have been:
Here's a Looky:
O's Halloweeny First Birthday Extravaganza!!!
I was panicked and stressed up until everyone arrived: The weather was awful, nixing our outside plans, Owen fell asleep right as people were supposed to arrive and tons of people canceled last minute-I thought we were DOOMED...
But you know what?
It turned out to be just what it should have been:
Small
Warm
Comfortable
Sincere
Lovely
Here's a Looky:
Big hugs to everyone who helped make his day (and Daddy and Mommy's too) SPECIAL.
We love you all! Thanks for giving us yours!
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
'Cos I like to be helpful and crap...
I've decided to start a new feature called Mommy Means Well Monday!
From here on out, every Monday will be dedicated to giving you fine people a sage piece of wisdom. [Read: A blurb about something I think is cool, or shit that I make up through out the week.] Are you excited? I know I'm stoked!
Mommy Means Well Monday: 1st Ed.
When your little one is bored (okay, really, when Mommy is bored-let's be serious), jazz up old faves!
Here's my version of "This Little Piggy":
This Little Piggy went to Target
and this Little Piggy was broke!
This Little Piggy had Starbucks
and this little Piggy sipped a Diet Coke.
And this Little Piggy went BBM, BBM, BBM, BBM from his Blackberry Phone!
Gotta keep up with the times, you know?
***Need advice? Got a question? Think I'm nuts? Write in (via email) or leave a comment to be featured on next week's MMWM! gonzajayne@gmail.com
From here on out, every Monday will be dedicated to giving you fine people a sage piece of wisdom. [Read: A blurb about something I think is cool, or shit that I make up through out the week.] Are you excited? I know I'm stoked!
Mommy Means Well Monday: 1st Ed.
When your little one is bored (okay, really, when Mommy is bored-let's be serious), jazz up old faves!
Here's my version of "This Little Piggy":
This Little Piggy went to Target
and this Little Piggy was broke!
This Little Piggy had Starbucks
and this little Piggy sipped a Diet Coke.
And this Little Piggy went BBM, BBM, BBM, BBM from his Blackberry Phone!
Gotta keep up with the times, you know?
***Need advice? Got a question? Think I'm nuts? Write in (via email) or leave a comment to be featured on next week's MMWM! gonzajayne@gmail.com
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Let's just call this Free Association, shall we?
Things on my mind: AKA things I-stress-about-and-drive-myself-nuts-with
Owen is 8 months and crawling. WOAH.
We still live with my in-laws. This August will be TWO years. WHAT?
We need health insurance, Like last year. Pre-existing conditions make that impossible/muy Arm and a Leggy. SUCK.
Chronic fatigue blows. You look fine, so people want you to BE fine, but you're not. REALLY.
Cerebral Palsy blows. I'm am SUPER lucky that (thru PT and massive surgery as a child)for the most part, I look fine/live normally but as previously stated, I'm not. SWEAR.
I will never drive a car. Yes, I probably could finagle my way into a Driver's License and behind the wheel, but it's not safe, so I ain't gonna, no matter how much protestation arises. EVER.
I think I'm going a little gray. I am devastated. PATHETIC.
My husband is an amazing man, and it breaks my heart to see him feel so defeated all the time. SIGH.
I'm growing super weary of always feeling "a day late and a dollar short," but I'm sooo grateful that at least it's only a dollar now. PROGRESS.
Should I feel guiltier for not going back to work? Given our financial sitch, I know people think I'm being a choosy beggar (and who likes those?), but I would be working just to pay for childcare, and I cannot fathom working just to leave O with strangers, just to come home and be too exhausted to spend any time with him. BOOO.
I want my libido to come back. I think my husband feels neglected. He used to feel a bit "overworked". TMI?
I worry that O will feel like he's missing out b/c his mommy is disabled. SOB.
Sallie Mae is well on its way to owning me for the rest of my life, for a degree I have never (in the professional sense) used. FAIL.
That degree is technically how I met my husband. An $80,000 husband. WIN? (yes.)
My new mantra (in efforts to be more positive) is: Be Positive, Be Patient, yet Be (realistically)Proactive. We'll see how it goes. SLOWLY.
Want to be a great wife, a great mother, and a great friend while still maintaining time for myself which makes me feel selfish, but hello? I know intellectually it's not, so I'm striving for that balance. POSSIBLE?
Should I be teaching O more? WE read and sing together, we listen to classical and classic punk? We talk to him and snuggle him all the time, but is that enough? Should he already be learning to read and know sign language and speak Latin, and have mastered the art of French cuisine? Have I doomed him to a life of mediocrity because he watches Sesame Street so I can fold laundry? NEUROSIS.
I could really go for some Yogurtland and a pedicure right about now. DREAMING.
Instead i have to go pick up and kiss my baby who just woke up from his nap. AWESOME!
Owen is 8 months and crawling. WOAH.
We still live with my in-laws. This August will be TWO years. WHAT?
We need health insurance, Like last year. Pre-existing conditions make that impossible/muy Arm and a Leggy. SUCK.
Chronic fatigue blows. You look fine, so people want you to BE fine, but you're not. REALLY.
Cerebral Palsy blows. I'm am SUPER lucky that (thru PT and massive surgery as a child)for the most part, I look fine/live normally but as previously stated, I'm not. SWEAR.
I will never drive a car. Yes, I probably could finagle my way into a Driver's License and behind the wheel, but it's not safe, so I ain't gonna, no matter how much protestation arises. EVER.
I think I'm going a little gray. I am devastated. PATHETIC.
My husband is an amazing man, and it breaks my heart to see him feel so defeated all the time. SIGH.
I'm growing super weary of always feeling "a day late and a dollar short," but I'm sooo grateful that at least it's only a dollar now. PROGRESS.
Should I feel guiltier for not going back to work? Given our financial sitch, I know people think I'm being a choosy beggar (and who likes those?), but I would be working just to pay for childcare, and I cannot fathom working just to leave O with strangers, just to come home and be too exhausted to spend any time with him. BOOO.
I want my libido to come back. I think my husband feels neglected. He used to feel a bit "overworked". TMI?
I worry that O will feel like he's missing out b/c his mommy is disabled. SOB.
Sallie Mae is well on its way to owning me for the rest of my life, for a degree I have never (in the professional sense) used. FAIL.
That degree is technically how I met my husband. An $80,000 husband. WIN? (yes.)
My new mantra (in efforts to be more positive) is: Be Positive, Be Patient, yet Be (realistically)Proactive. We'll see how it goes. SLOWLY.
Want to be a great wife, a great mother, and a great friend while still maintaining time for myself which makes me feel selfish, but hello? I know intellectually it's not, so I'm striving for that balance. POSSIBLE?
Should I be teaching O more? WE read and sing together, we listen to classical and classic punk? We talk to him and snuggle him all the time, but is that enough? Should he already be learning to read and know sign language and speak Latin, and have mastered the art of French cuisine? Have I doomed him to a life of mediocrity because he watches Sesame Street so I can fold laundry? NEUROSIS.
I could really go for some Yogurtland and a pedicure right about now. DREAMING.
Instead i have to go pick up and kiss my baby who just woke up from his nap. AWESOME!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)