March 17, 2008

Bits and Pieces of Bloggy Stuff

I know I haven’t really been blogging much the last few days, and I apologize for leaving you all hanging. I’d like to give you an amazing excuse, but I don’t have one. Yeah, I’ve been busy. But everyone is busy and they still find time to tell their pals they are alive.

The weekend has been filled with non-stop cleaning and picking up after Doug and Dawson. I’m not thrilled about this at all. Every day I vacuum and clean up the house, and every day one of those persons with a penis leaves more stuff for me to put back where it belongs. Is this what I’ve become? An obsessed, clean-freak wife and mom? I hope not. That would drive me crazy.

On Friday, Doug allowed me the privilege of time away from the three-year-old to go shopping and get a hair cut. I ended up bringing Dawson along because I didn’t have the patience to deal with his screaming fit. Twenty minutes later, in the car, Dawson fell asleep. I went to the bank and then turned around and dropped Dawson off at home.

My hair is short. I’ll post a picture very soon. I promise. And if I forget, will one of you please remind me?

Saturday I went to the gym and worked out for an hour while the Doodlebug stayed home with Doug. I’ve been diligent the last few weeks in making certain I work out on the elliptical for 30 minutes, five times a week. I think I’ve lost four pounds, but my scale is old and possibly broken, so who knows what the right number is. Yesterday it said I weighed 139 pounds and I almost passed out. I weigh much more than 139 pounds. Try 490. Heh.

Yesterday, I went to a supper club called Wander Inn with my sister, brother and parents to hear my uncle Mikey’s polka band, The Paper City Sounds, play music from 2-6 p.m. Dawson came along, too. He loves polkas and his Great Uncle Mikey. It was fun. I love watching the adorable old couples bopping around the floor. They look so much in love after all those years and it makes me smile.

I got a cute video of Dawson dancing a waltz with my father. It’s so sweet, and it reminds me of when I was little and loved dancing with my daddy. I think I might post it for your viewing pleasure.

Which brings me to today. I’m twenty-nine today. Twenty-freakin-nine. Years old. I have to say it over and over again, just to make sure I believe it myself.

I thought I would be more freaked out than I am, but surprisingly I’m not. Yet. It could still happen. I’ve been freaking out about getting older since I turned twenty-six. I don’t know why. I know it’s stupid. I’m still young. Right?

Nothing else to report quite yet. Alleluia! Dawson is officially potty-trained. I started the training boot camp at the end of December and you may remember my frustrations. January was rough. He had a few accidents. February was better, he still wore a pull-up for most of the day because I didn’t want to clean up messes. And now the boy has moved to underpants all day and pull-ups only at night. Can I say how much I love not changing diapers? I LOVE NOT CHANGING DIAPERS! My new gripe? The words, “Mommy, I need you to come wipe my butt!”

Yeah…that’s not my favorite part. But I’ll take that task over diaper changing any day.

Well…I’ve got deadlines and things that need doing, but I promise a real, coherent, interesting blog post tomorrow. (And if I don’t deliver, y’all can kick my ass!)

October 16, 2007

In just a few short hours…

…my husband and I will put on our party clothes, the baby sitter will be here to watch Dawson and we’ll have an amazing dinner (rain check from the Anniversary Date that was canceled).  And if we’re lucky, the Doodlebug will be asleep when we arrive home.  You know…because I’ll have had a few drinks and I will not want to deal with a little boy who likes to stay up past his bed time.

Seven thirty really needs to hurry up.

October 13, 2007

Six Years Ago, On This Day

Six years ago, I married the man who never fails to make me laugh, the man that always does the laundry and never complains about it, the man who loves to cook as long as he doesn’t have to do the dishes (but often does them anyway), and the only man I could ever picture having children with.

A bed of roses, our marriage is not, but my husband helps remove the thorns (especially the ones on my arse. I’d do the same for him, but his arse is much hairier).

All kidding aside, I adore you, Douglas. Even when you drive me batshit crazy over ridiculous things, I still love you more than I ever imagined a woman could love a man.

Six years ago, this exact date — Saturday, October 13th — we pledged our love for one another. We made our vows to love, honor and cherish each other until death.

(Holy heck, that’s a long time.)

I love you, Goofball. Happy Anniversary.

October 9, 2007

Random Blurbs

I feel like I’ve been away from this blog for months. Even though I’ve been posting, I think you all deserve better than photos and generic little paragraphs telling you how busy I am. Heck. We’re all busy. I know that. But please bear with me as I spill my guts. I promise; better posts will come!

My house is a disaster. I don’t think I’ve done any real cleaning since Dawson’s birthday party almost a month ago. When I woke up this morning I had a terrible headache because I realized there were several hundred thousand toys scattered between the living room and Dawson’s bedroom and I haven’t cared enough to pick them up.

Dawson hasn’t been feeling well since yesterday. His daycare person told me he complained about a stomach ache and that his head felt very warm. When she took his temperature he cried the entire time, but her reading was only 100 degrees. Sure, it’s warm, but not necessarily cause for concern.

On the way home Dawson said, “Mumma, I has a headache on my arm.”

I chuckled a little because I’m sure he’s heard me say that I have headaches quite often, and he probably assumes when something hurts it’s a headache. Even on his little arm.

He fell asleep in my arms last night while we were watching Dancing with the Stars. Each time I tried to put him in his bed he’d wake up, whimper and say, “I just wanna hold you, Mumma.”

How can I say no to that?

Today he’s home with Daddy and I do hope whatever his ailment is, that it leaves his body soon.

Work has been a constant game of catch up. I’ve got stacks of paperwork on my desk and I can’t seem to talk myself into getting down to business. I’m still tired from the weekend and I realized that I barely get six hours of sleep each night. I know many people survive on less, but I’m such a grizzly bear if I haven’t had eight hours of shuteye. Perhaps I’m suffering from perpetual overtiredness. (I know that probably isn’t a word.)

Doug and I will celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary on Saturday. Six years isn’t a very long time but it sure feels like sixty. Hard to believe we were young and foolish once upon a time. Now we’re older (obviously) and wiser (maybe) and have loads of responsibility. Like housework and bills and child rearing.

I decided to take Friday off and tackle the chores. Dawson’s room is the worst. Anyone have any great tips for keeping a toddler’s room clean and organized? I’ve already tried to create a playroom in the basement for most of the toys, but we still end up with Little People and several million matchbox cars (or maybe they’re hotwheels) on the floor everywhere we look. Sometimes I think those little people procreate in the night.

Friday evening, Doug is taking me out to dinner. Nothing fancy as he claims he can’t afford me anymore. I told him I’m worth it and if he needs to take out a loan I’m okay with that.

Saturday afternoon, Dawson and I are going on a date. We’ve got tickets to see Go! Diego! Go! Live! in Appleton and we’re going to visit the Arboretum, the Fox Cities Children’s Museum and the Houdini Museum as well. It should be a fun day. Doug is stuck working because he used vacation days to come to Green Lake with me. It’s a trade-off I was willing to make.

So there you have it, all the things I’ve tried to say but never found the time. Also, I’ve been slacking on reading blogs the last two weeks. I am doing my best to get back on track. I miss you all!