June 30, 2006

Trivia for Friday

Question: Do toddlers try to drive their mothers crazy by kicking, screaming, crying and demanding they get their way all the time???

Answer: Do bears crap in the woods?

June 29, 2006

The Terrible Toddler

It’s starting. The terrible two’s. And frankly, I don’t think I’m well-prepared to handle this yet. He’s not quite 22 months old, but Dawson is acting like those kids I see in the grocery store who whine, cry, kick, scream, swear and pretty much put their parents through absolute misery.

Every morning at 6:15 on the dot, Dawson wakes up with this horrible, demanding cry as if to say, “Mumma! Dada! I’m awake! You both better be awake! ONE OF YOU MUST COME IN HERE AND GET ME RIIIIIIGHT NOOOOOOWWWW!!!” I cringe everytime I hear this sound emanating from his tiny little vocal chords.

I try so hard to play dead in hopes that my husband will get up and deal with the usual duties of diaper changes and the doling out of Berry Burst Cheerios, but I think Doug is on to me.

I used the “I-got-up-with-him-to-nurse-for-7-months-now-it’s-your-turn!” excuse long enough. Doug needs his sleep, too. Except, wait! I’m the one who has to get him ready at 6:45. I give him a bath, dress him, fight to get his socks and shoes on and haul him, crying (me, not him!) to the car on the way to daycare. I complete this routine 4 days a week! Doug stays home with him every Wednesday and let’s just say he’s got it pretty easy compared to me.

I’d like to pretend that I’m super mom and I can multi-task on a super level, but I’d be fibbing. This motherhood stuff takes a lot out of me. Don’t get me wrong, the cuddles, smiles, kisses and cute things Dawson does are worth every minute of every day, but why do I feel guilty for not being able to “do it all?”

It’s like there’s this precendet laid out before me stating that I must be in 100 different places at once. I must be able to entertain my child without getting bored of playing with matchbox cars after 3.6 minutes. I must feel guilty for not wanting to deal with the temper tantrum because my child wants another flipping cookie. Why do our short comings make us feel like bad mothers? Did my mother feel this way? And now that the terrible two’s are just beginning, will I feel guilty every day for not knowing the Dr. Spock approach to “toddlerism”?

Dawson has this annoying (but still cute) way of throwing a temper tantrum, full throttle crying and kicking, laying on the floor. He’ll do it for what feels like an hour and it’s really only 9 minutes. And then when he’s finished, he looks over at me and says, “Hi!” in the most chipper voice with this big shit-eating grin on his face. As if he’s saying, “Haha, I drove Mumma crazy and now I’m going to pretend nothing ever happened! That’ll push her over the edge!”

-sigh- Please tell me I’m not the only mother who goes through this!

June 28, 2006

Stress, Stress and More Stress

It’s been a few days since I’ve blogged. It’s been a madhouse, a zoo, a chaotic 2 days. I just want to fly to Aruba. No, wait. I don’t. I just need a day away with no human contact whatsoever.

Yesterday I got into a fight with a friend. I’d blog it, but I just don’t feel like rehashing it all over again. Hopefully she’ll see the error of her ways, because, you know — I’m never wrong. Yes, I’m being sarcastic. It’s my pain talking.

My mother-in-law is in the hospital. A day after my father-in-law came home from rehab for his broken hip. I’m thinking anxiety is causing her physical ailments. I just want her to get better.

My little Bug is whinier than I ever imagined. I swear it’s pre-terrible-two’s. I’m dreading it.

And, I have a hair appointment today and I fear I will have to reschedule it. Again. Jenny — my hairdresser- is probably going to kick my ass. I feel bad, but with the MIL in the hospital, I feel I should go see her instead.

Okay, time to make some phone calls! I hope everyone else is having a better week than I am!

Tuesday Troubles

I am very mad at someone and I want to blog about them. And I wouldn’t say anything here that I haven’t already said to her face, but I’m trying to be the bigger person and let it go.

Did I tell you how difficult that is for me? I’m very confrontational when I feel I’m being wronged. I state my point of view clearly and I’m straight forward, but it usually happens that the person I’m upset with can’t match my intelligence level. It’s then that I realize I am smarter than that — I am capable of ignoring her stupidity.

So that’s exactly what I’m doing. I just needed to vent a little.

I feel like I haven’t blogged in months and it’s only been a day and a half. My mother-in-law went into the hospital last night. She has some internal bleeding that her doctors are hoping to cauterize. I’m very worried about her and I can’t seem to stop dwelling on the “what-ifs”. It’s ironic because my father-in-law just came home a few days ago from rehabilitation. He had broken his hip six weeks ago. I have a feeling that anxiety and stress is what sent my MIL to the hospital. Perhaps these worries about my FIL caused physical ailments? Regardless of that, I do hope she gets better soon. If I don’t stop fretting about her I’ll end up there, too!

Last night, I had my favorite friend, the migraine, over for dinner. That bitch just won’t leave me alone. She terrorizes me. And she makes being a mother miserable. Especially the mother of a toddler! Ms. Migraine decided to make it impossible to function. I was laying on the floor trying not to die and poor little Dawson was at my side hugging me and saying, “Awwww….Mumma owie”. He just melts my heart. He knew Mumma wasn’t feeling well and tried his best to take care of her. And he’s not even 2 years old yet.

I called my doctor this morning and told him I need drugs or I will be one crazy person at my next visit. Imitrex may be the only thing to cure these episodes.

What has everyone been up to? I’m going to do my blog walking today! See you all soon!

P.S.  Carmen, if this is the post in which you think I was writing about you; you are wrong.  The fight I had with this person was about politics.  And it wasn’t even a fight.  It was more like a debate that went too far.  Hence the sarcasm about her intelligence.  I’m very sorry that you assumed I would write about you.

June 26, 2006

Crabby Husbands

I sometimes wonder why husbands can be crabby. Especially one who has spent 10 hours out fishing on the river. Could it be too much sun? Too much beer? A combination of both? Ugh. What bugs me the most is the “I’m tired, I should go to bed.” thing. Umm…what is so tiring about sticking a pole into water?

Okay, I’m shutting up. I won’t vent and bore you all to death!