It’s true. I live in a zoo. I really do. And now I’m done rhyming for you.
You see, having kids is wonderful, but every now and again I wonder, “How did I get to this point in my life?” My days are filled with non-stop cleaning of the messes Dawson makes. From picking up toys (4.6 million times a day) to making sure he hasn’t accidently peed on the floor in the bathroom (who said raising boys was easy, right?) I honestly believe I live with a little monkey. It’s no wonder he likes bananas so much.
The other day I woke up to find my son climbing the drawers in the kitchen to get on the counter top and scavenge the cupboards for the treats I’ve hidden on the top shelves. I shreiked when I saw him and he didn’t even flinch. He just laughed and I swear he made a monkey sound, too.
Now don’t get me wrong, my little Dawson is amazing and I wouldn’t trade him in for anything else in this world, but sometimes I want to hide under the covers and let his father handle all the chaos. But, at the end of the day when I see him crash (literally) for the night, I think to myself, “Zoo life really isn’t so bad.” It could be worse, right? At least this little monkey is potty-trained.
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Okay, I’m biased. I know that. But this video cracks me up.
Dawson and I were watching Spongebob this morning, and then Nickelodeon went off the air for three hours as part of their Worldwide Day of Play event. I told Dawson to help me find Murphy’s leash so we could take him for a walk to the park.
I just have to tell you all that I’m so glad it’s Friday. This has been the week from hell. The good news? Internet, telephone and wireless networks are all back up in Casa La Dana Files. This is fantastic.
It only took 15 telephone calls, 3 technician no-shows, one failed system reset and 3 threats to call the FCC and BBB. Charter finally came through and everything works. The problem was that the company was making frequency changes in our area and this caused the system to fail. Do you think their brilliant call center representatives could have just told me that, instead of promising things and not delivering?
I mean, I’m a reasonable person when I’m told the honest truth. But this company lied to me repeatedly, and the poor tech guy who came over to help was furious when he discovered that those same brilliant call center reps reset the modem and router remotely (over the phone) and this is what screwed up my entire communication system.
Anyhow, it’s working now (knock on wood) and I can blog, check e-mails, get work done and download some iTunes that I’ve been patiently (ha ha) waiting to buy.
The plan for the day is to get all my work done, clean the house, and lock myself at home for the weekend. I’ve got a stack of books to read that I checked out from the library (two of which are about PCOS and infertility, good reads), even though I have another stack of books I’ve bought one time or another and haven’t read, and a few books I need to read and review.
Actually, I do have to leave the house a couple times this weekend, once for a trip to the grocery store and another to the gym. My workouts have been lacking and I’m noticing the fit and trim feeling I once knew is long gone.
Also, I’ve just had a “fertility check-up” with my OB/GYN and it turns out I’m not ovulating. After all the changes I’d been making health-wise, I thought for sure this would be the month I would conceive, but my temperature charting didn’t show much of a spike which means I’m probably not releasing those necessary things called eggs.
It’s a frustrating battle, one I’m tired of, frankly. I really feel like giving up and sulking and feeling sorry for myself, but this little voice is screaming at me because she knows that self-pity will only delay this process. So it’s back to square one. I met with Dr. F, had tests done and we decided I need to do the same things I did when I got pregnant with Dawson: cut out carbs, drop the weight and start taking all those vitamins again.
I know I have to do this, but I suddenly crave mashed potatoes and pasta, the very evil insulin releasing enemies that are screwing up my life. Wish me luck. I need lots of it.
