August 20, 2009
Too Many Characters for Twitter
Well, folks… It finally happened. I met one of those moms. A CompetiMom. Read about my experience over at the Imperfect Parent.
I haven’t yet read any books in the Twilight series. I’ve tried, believe me I’ve tried. I just cannot get into them. I read a few sentences of the first book (my sister owns all the books currently released) and I was bored. People think I’m crazy, and promptly tell me how awesome these novels are, and I’m sure they are amazing. Just not my thing right now. I’ve got other books piling up on my “to-be-read” list.
This morning Dawson dragged a chair from the dining room into the kitchen and was scavenging the cabinets looking for something to eat. Something he probably shouldn’t have, like fruit snacks or Froot Loops straight out of the box. When I went into the kitchen to bust him, he turned around and said, “This happens every time. Daddy brings home the treats, and BOOM! They’re gone!” I fought the urge to laugh and replied, “Who do you think you are? Madden?” To which my son rolled his eyes and said, “I have no idea what that means.” I promptly peed my pants from the incessant laughter that followed.
Even funnier morning tale: Dawson was standing in the living room, playing with his new Transformers Bumblebee toy (that he conned me into buying when we went to K-Mart to pick up my prescriptions). He was explaining how it worked and said something like, “So you move his arms and then his legs and BAM! He’s a robot!” Continuing the witty reparte I said, “Dawson, you sound like Emeril.” Again, my child looked at me funny and replied, “Mom, you gotta stop saying such crazy things. I don’t know what a ‘Mer-ill is!” That child cracks me up.
I’m sick of being pregnant. I know that sounds horrible. I’m just anxious. I want to meet the little guy who kicks me incessantly. I want the bloating, the horrible ligament pain and the bat-shit crazy mood swings to be over. Nine weeks to go. NINE. Will I make it?
The nesting phase has begun. Yesterday morning, post work, post doctor appointments, I had this insane urge to organize the playroom slash exercise room. I began moving boxes and realized I needed help, so my awesome sister came over and helped me make sense of all the crap in the basement. All the holiday decorations were moved into the closet in our family room. Toys and books were sorted, and two boxes were set aside for Goodwill. Next, I cleaned out my closet and finally parted with some too small clothes I was clinging to. My sister took the ones she liked, the rest were given to GW. It was hard to get rid of some of those things, but I closed my eyes and the box before I changed my mind. In total, seven boxes were loaded into the Jimmy, and Goodwill was very happy to receive them.
Today, I have a nagging urge to start organizing the room that Dawson and Baby O will share. I’m starting to look at the things in my house as entirely too much crap. Where did all this stuff come from? And how do I decide what to save, what to toss and what to donate?
Both UPS and FedEx dropped packages at the front door yesterday. I received the really awesome thing I won from bTrendie (in a BlogHer giveaway) and then we also got Hooked on Phonics (Parent Bloggers Network campaign) and Dawson and I are excited to try HoP. Stay tuned for more details on that.
My wonderful husband has decided to finally get down to business and remove the old, ugly, yellow shag carpet from the other spare bedroom downstairs. (I have only asked four hundred times.) I’ve decided I need an office, with a door, to work in peace. Currently, I do my work from the kitchen table or the sofa. I’m thinking a desk is needed, too. I just don’t want to spend too much money with a new baby on the way. I’m sure we’ll figure something out.
I’ve got a confession to make. I’m addicted to watching Roseanne re-runs on TV Land. I can’t help it. I love the early years of this show because it reminds me so much of my family (circa the 80s) when I was growing up. We were the typical middle class family, two hard working parents trying to make ends meet, two daughters and one son… And then it became even more real when Roseanne had a son later in life, just like my mother had my youngest brother at 39. Then the Conners won the lottery (JUMPED THE SHARK) and I couldn’t stand it anymore. So, I suppose I’m reliving some old memories by watching those pre-lottery winning episodes.
I’m in love with the DVR. We’ve had it for a month now, and I don’t know how we ever got along with out it. I record Phineas & Ferb for Dawson, and that Transformers cartoon that airs at 5:00 a.m., and movies I’d like to see but don’t have the time right now. It’s entertainment magic. Love, love, love. It will come in handy when Dancing With the Stars airs in three weeks. Yay! Miss that show terribly, but I’m sure a certain baby arriving will make it hard to watch the show live.
I think I’m suffering from ADD. I want to read seven different books all at once, good books, from the library. Due in 12 days. I’m starting to mix up the story lines and information (some are non-ficiton). Perhaps I should just stick to one book at a time.
Back to pregnancy… I’m feeling a wee bit claustrophobic. Antsy. And my arms and legs and stomach itch every so often. I’m starting to think the baby is trying to bust out. October, please hurry.
Posted by Dana @ 1:49 PM • Babies,Bedlam,Childhood Memories,Confessions,Feeling Random,I Often Wonder,Pregnancy,The Doodlebug,The Hubs,The Mommy Files
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August 20th, 2009 at 9:00 PM, Katie Says:
The first book in the Twilight series is hard to get into because, well, it’s quite slow to get into the storyline, but the following books are much better. They’re not fabulously written, but they are a bit addicting in a strange way.
August 21st, 2009 at 10:02 AM, Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah Says:
I am totally cracking up at Dawson’s speech patterns. You must have watched a lot of Monday Night Football when you were pregnant with him.
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August 21st, 2009 at 10:08 AM, Dana Says:
We’ve never missed a Monday night football game in the last six years. And we never miss a Packer game of course…that would be sacrilege. That boy loves the game, only because of the tackles. He still thinks that Brett Favre is the best player that ever lived, still believes the 4 plays for the Packers (even though I’ve told him time and again he does not), and he explains everything he does throughout the day like a sports announcer. It’s the funniest thing ever.