I am having one of those days. You know the ones. Where all day long you are seconds from pulling all your hair out by the roots, and then banging your newly-bald head against the nearest wall while chanting "why me? why me? why me?". Yep, that's me. None of the things that are making me crazy are bad on their own...but pile them all together on top of me at once, and they are suffocating.
Why is it that little Minis insist on waking up extra early to practice new skills - like standing up in their cribs? Why is it that bleary-eyed Mommies don't notice that the crib mattress is now entirely too high for standing Minis...until they go to put the Minis down for morning naps? Why is it that sweet, helpful husbands always have meetings on the mornings bleary-eyed Mommies have to lower the crib mattresses, thus leaving the Mommies to attempt this feat while cranky, tired Minis who woke up too early are screaming their tiny brains out in nearby Exersaucers?
Why do overtired Minis insist on only taking 45 minute morning naps on days that Mommies need to look especially cute because they're going to get their passport picture taken - and will have to look at it for 10 years? Why do Mommies think anyone else cares what they look like in their passport pictures? Why do Mommies insist on putting on cute(ish) tops that only make them try to suck in their Mommy-tummies all day long? Why do little Minis insist on wiping their crumby (not crummy) hands all over their Mommies cute(ish) tops before she's even had her passport photo taken?
Why does all of this happen before lunchtime??
Why do Mommies with too many tasks to accomplish and not enough hours in the day think they have time to blog?
Some time in the next decade, if you see my passport, you won't have to ask why I'm bald with a bump on my head and wearing a dumpy sweater. It will all make perfect sense.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
And they're off...
Take a deep breath, folks...
Kevin and I are off...out, gone, see ya, sayonara...or should I say hasta la vista. Tomorrow, we are lovingly dumping our baby off with the grandparents and we are heading to Cabo. For 5 blissful days we are going to sleep late, act silly, drink a few too many margaritas and eat way too much guacamole. I'm going to stick my feet in the sand, my nose in a book, and no one will hear from me until Monday. I don't want to drink anything unless it has a paper umbrella in it...and that includes my morning coffee. For 5 - count them, 1,2,3,4,5 - days I will have my arms all to myself. My day will not revolve around naps, meals, bottles, more naps, Cheerios, sippy cups, silly songs, rattles, poop, strollers, or drool. I will be a certified adult, doing adult things, having adult conversations about adult topics with other adults.
I am so excited I'm giddy.
Ok, yes, I will probably miss the Mini. In fact, I will probably miss the Mini more than I realize. I mean, good grief, I haven't spent a night away from him since he was born 9 months ago. Heck, I've never spent more than a couple of hours away from him. But, trust me...the kid will hardly know I'm gone. He's going to be living the sweet life with the grandparents...staying up late, eating junk food, watching late night TV. While I am living the sweet life laying in the sun, wearing a sombrero, eating chips and salsa, and sleeping like I did before the Mini came along.
So wave good-bye, we are all off for a vacation. And I feel quite certain that 5 short days - and a few margaritas - will go a long way to making me a better wife and Mommy.
Kevin and I are off...out, gone, see ya, sayonara...or should I say hasta la vista. Tomorrow, we are lovingly dumping our baby off with the grandparents and we are heading to Cabo. For 5 blissful days we are going to sleep late, act silly, drink a few too many margaritas and eat way too much guacamole. I'm going to stick my feet in the sand, my nose in a book, and no one will hear from me until Monday. I don't want to drink anything unless it has a paper umbrella in it...and that includes my morning coffee. For 5 - count them, 1,2,3,4,5 - days I will have my arms all to myself. My day will not revolve around naps, meals, bottles, more naps, Cheerios, sippy cups, silly songs, rattles, poop, strollers, or drool. I will be a certified adult, doing adult things, having adult conversations about adult topics with other adults.
I am so excited I'm giddy.
Ok, yes, I will probably miss the Mini. In fact, I will probably miss the Mini more than I realize. I mean, good grief, I haven't spent a night away from him since he was born 9 months ago. Heck, I've never spent more than a couple of hours away from him. But, trust me...the kid will hardly know I'm gone. He's going to be living the sweet life with the grandparents...staying up late, eating junk food, watching late night TV. While I am living the sweet life laying in the sun, wearing a sombrero, eating chips and salsa, and sleeping like I did before the Mini came along.
So wave good-bye, we are all off for a vacation. And I feel quite certain that 5 short days - and a few margaritas - will go a long way to making me a better wife and Mommy.
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