Well I finally broke down - 18 months after the fad hit - and bought some pink crocs.
I know that by the time I actually get it together to find scissors, paint nails, hot weather etc they will not only be hideously out of style but may have taken on the popularity of lead painted Thomas trains.
But they are sooo tempting to wear outside. I see myself romping around in the back yard, picking up dog poop and kids toys the like with a little pink waddle to my step. The beach! The back yard! Pool parties! The opportunities seem endless.
I do hope that I use a big more discretion with the crocs than I do with my Lululemon cropped pants. My increasing dependence on them is a bit scary this late in my pregnancy considering they are not 'panel'. Which results in belly hand over. Which results in my looking like a sexy plumber from the belly button down.
But what is the worst that can happen with the crocs? Fungal foot?
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The Other Woman
My husband is addicted to Zelda. It is really my fault as I brought her into the home as a Valentines gift.
Little did I know that she would replace me at night time, replace the inherent desire to unload the dishwasher, replace the urge to pack lunches and make sure that all the doors are locked and secured at night.
He Who Shall Not Be Named hates it when I blog about him - however tonight when I tried to talk to him about the issue of playing Zelda for 2.5 hours when there was a dishwasher full of dishes to be unloaded and loaded - he said that I could have done that task in the morning (on top of my other tasks such as getting 2 small children up, dressed, fed and watered and in the van for 2 daycare drops). Not withstanding the fact that I was busy organising the boys clothes and condensing them into one room last night - collapsing into bed at 9:30pm with a large bag of clothes to be donated and all the new little spawns things in the 'baby's room' when Master Wii player HWSNBN was playing with his other woman.
I agree that no one wants to unload the dishwasher. But there needs to be some kind of compromise - like cut your play time down to 2 hours a night so that you can do some household chores.
Normally HWSNBN does participate in household chores. Not with the same capacity as me to multi task - but he does a share of the duty. Until she came along.
Perhaps it is time for Zelda to swim with the fishes...... then at least I might some evening participation!
Little did I know that she would replace me at night time, replace the inherent desire to unload the dishwasher, replace the urge to pack lunches and make sure that all the doors are locked and secured at night.
He Who Shall Not Be Named hates it when I blog about him - however tonight when I tried to talk to him about the issue of playing Zelda for 2.5 hours when there was a dishwasher full of dishes to be unloaded and loaded - he said that I could have done that task in the morning (on top of my other tasks such as getting 2 small children up, dressed, fed and watered and in the van for 2 daycare drops). Not withstanding the fact that I was busy organising the boys clothes and condensing them into one room last night - collapsing into bed at 9:30pm with a large bag of clothes to be donated and all the new little spawns things in the 'baby's room' when Master Wii player HWSNBN was playing with his other woman.
I agree that no one wants to unload the dishwasher. But there needs to be some kind of compromise - like cut your play time down to 2 hours a night so that you can do some household chores.
Normally HWSNBN does participate in household chores. Not with the same capacity as me to multi task - but he does a share of the duty. Until she came along.
Perhaps it is time for Zelda to swim with the fishes...... then at least I might some evening participation!
Friday, March 21, 2008
104 weeks of pregnancy
I can't believe that I have been pregnant for 2 years (not counting the misfire). I have been more tired this time around - could be because of the product from the first 72 weeks of pregnancy. But I am faced with the knowledge that I have been pregnant for 104 weeks. And I am sure that I am done at the end of this one.
It is a nice feeling to know that you are done. I know that I am not technically done yet - there is still the anxiety about the spinal epidural, the fear of being alone with three kids with no daycare and a whole summer stretched out in front of me, post partum depression. But there is some satisfaction knowing that I will be complete after baby #3 enters into the world.
Phew. But a part of me knows the truth - that this is the just the beginning of the marathon of parenthood....
It is a nice feeling to know that you are done. I know that I am not technically done yet - there is still the anxiety about the spinal epidural, the fear of being alone with three kids with no daycare and a whole summer stretched out in front of me, post partum depression. But there is some satisfaction knowing that I will be complete after baby #3 enters into the world.
Phew. But a part of me knows the truth - that this is the just the beginning of the marathon of parenthood....
It's Official
I did the unthinkable (for a scrapbooker) yesterday.
I bought a box of 50 handmade cards from Costco. For $12.
Because I have been unable to muster the strength, desire and inspiration to make my own cards.
Despite the fact that I have spend hundreds if not thousands of dollars on scrapbook stuff over the past 3 years.
I am not sure where my mojo went in regards to creating paper crafts. It could be the fact that I go to bed around 8:30pm which is putting a damper not only on my crafty side but also denting my sex life. I also can't seem to organise a thought about any kind of page layout.
I did manage to make a card for my niece a few weeks back - and I will make her an album. But it will suck all of the energy I have to complete the task.
For now I am a scrapbooking untouchable.
I bought a box of 50 handmade cards from Costco. For $12.
Because I have been unable to muster the strength, desire and inspiration to make my own cards.
Despite the fact that I have spend hundreds if not thousands of dollars on scrapbook stuff over the past 3 years.
I am not sure where my mojo went in regards to creating paper crafts. It could be the fact that I go to bed around 8:30pm which is putting a damper not only on my crafty side but also denting my sex life. I also can't seem to organise a thought about any kind of page layout.
I did manage to make a card for my niece a few weeks back - and I will make her an album. But it will suck all of the energy I have to complete the task.
For now I am a scrapbooking untouchable.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
The Jig is Up
Well the little people in our house have wised up to the fact that there is going to be an invasion in about 14 weeks.
Linden asked me as we were leaving daycare one day this past week whether there was a baby in my big tummy or maybe I just ate too much lunch. Clearly time to show our cards to the little people. We weren't going to tell them until after their newest niece or nephew is born (in about 2 weeks) - but maybe I should be pleased that they knew that I was getting rotund.
Both boys have put their orders in - only a sister will do thank you very much. When I try to dissuade them by saying that a brother would be nice as well and they could show him how to play with all the Thomas toys they each give me the hairy eye ball. As though only an insane mummy would suggest that sharing toys could be a benefit to having a sibling enter into the house. Maybe only an insane mummy would see that as a bonus.... Clearly it is interpreted as an act of war.....
This does cause a dilemma though - what happens if we do have another boy and there is a mass revolt? Burning of the power ranger costumes, hiding of Thomas toys, purposely developing a love for mustard which would simultaneously destroy all of their clothes... Maybe we should find out what we are having so we can do some prep for the boys....
Linden asked me as we were leaving daycare one day this past week whether there was a baby in my big tummy or maybe I just ate too much lunch. Clearly time to show our cards to the little people. We weren't going to tell them until after their newest niece or nephew is born (in about 2 weeks) - but maybe I should be pleased that they knew that I was getting rotund.
Both boys have put their orders in - only a sister will do thank you very much. When I try to dissuade them by saying that a brother would be nice as well and they could show him how to play with all the Thomas toys they each give me the hairy eye ball. As though only an insane mummy would suggest that sharing toys could be a benefit to having a sibling enter into the house. Maybe only an insane mummy would see that as a bonus.... Clearly it is interpreted as an act of war.....
This does cause a dilemma though - what happens if we do have another boy and there is a mass revolt? Burning of the power ranger costumes, hiding of Thomas toys, purposely developing a love for mustard which would simultaneously destroy all of their clothes... Maybe we should find out what we are having so we can do some prep for the boys....
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Maternal Guilt - the gift that keeps giving
We invited a friend out to the movies on Saturday. This was the first time that we had 'gone' out to a movie since Blades of Glory in the Spring of 2007. This was HUGE for my friend and I. Lame, but huge to actually get out just the two of of without kids for the second time in 10 months.
Third friend invited regretfully declines invite as she had gone running that morning then a haircut and she felt that she needed to spend the night in because of all the time she had been out of the house that day. Fair game. But it got me thinking about whether I had ever heard a dad decline an invite out because they had attended a sporting event & got a haircut that same day and were feeling guilty about being out of the home.
Well those words have yet to be uttered by He Who Shall Not Be Named in my house and I hazard a guess that he is not unique.
I continually feel as though I need to justify my social activities to HWSNBN. Not because he demands it, but because I am so hung up on the fact that if I choose to go out with my friends (second time in 10 months - what the heck is wrong with me? Clearly I am a wanton hedonistic gal getting my social needs met before my kids needs) it means that I am choosing movies or Starbucks conversations over my little buddies. And that had better be a really good caramel machiato to pull me away from the kidlets.
I don't think that I am particular in this as a mom and I believe that it is something that our male parents do not really struggle with. Hockey three nights a week? No big deal. Proof is that the kids don't forget who they are even though they at times don't see them for 1, 2 or 3 days at a time (given that little buddies are only awake from 7am to 7:30pm respectively). So why don't I feel that same freedom to scrapbook or work overtime without incurring hideous and debilitating levels of guilt?
Third friend invited regretfully declines invite as she had gone running that morning then a haircut and she felt that she needed to spend the night in because of all the time she had been out of the house that day. Fair game. But it got me thinking about whether I had ever heard a dad decline an invite out because they had attended a sporting event & got a haircut that same day and were feeling guilty about being out of the home.
Well those words have yet to be uttered by He Who Shall Not Be Named in my house and I hazard a guess that he is not unique.
I continually feel as though I need to justify my social activities to HWSNBN. Not because he demands it, but because I am so hung up on the fact that if I choose to go out with my friends (second time in 10 months - what the heck is wrong with me? Clearly I am a wanton hedonistic gal getting my social needs met before my kids needs) it means that I am choosing movies or Starbucks conversations over my little buddies. And that had better be a really good caramel machiato to pull me away from the kidlets.
I don't think that I am particular in this as a mom and I believe that it is something that our male parents do not really struggle with. Hockey three nights a week? No big deal. Proof is that the kids don't forget who they are even though they at times don't see them for 1, 2 or 3 days at a time (given that little buddies are only awake from 7am to 7:30pm respectively). So why don't I feel that same freedom to scrapbook or work overtime without incurring hideous and debilitating levels of guilt?
Monday, February 11, 2008
A Bridge Too Far
There is a mom at daycare who I really do not like.
She never says hello - yet is inexplicably there sitting in the living room every night I come to get my kids.
She has never attended a birthday party that we have invited her to for the kids - although she does RSVP with the usual vapid - "We can't come to the party." It is especially annoying as it was a pity daycare invite in the first place as her child is odd as well.
Last summer she actually subbed in for the usual daycare provider and had the cajones to reprimand my child in front of me in a nasty tone. It was a good thing that I was not 100 % (just had the D&C) otherwise I would have leapt over the couch and tied her braids together and booted her saggy ass back to her home. But I kept my mouth shut (all the while giving her hairy eye ball) and kindly requested that my d/c provider NEVER ask her to look after my children again.
But despite that huge parenting / daycare I still say hello to her and goodbye to her and her weird kid everyday that I see her. And she is silent. I have thought that maybe she is autistic. But I have come to the conclusion that she is just rude.
And to top it all off we are having babies at the same time. She looks like a brown haired Heidi Remake cast off and I still look remotely stylish. Maybe life is fair after all......
She never says hello - yet is inexplicably there sitting in the living room every night I come to get my kids.
She has never attended a birthday party that we have invited her to for the kids - although she does RSVP with the usual vapid - "We can't come to the party." It is especially annoying as it was a pity daycare invite in the first place as her child is odd as well.
Last summer she actually subbed in for the usual daycare provider and had the cajones to reprimand my child in front of me in a nasty tone. It was a good thing that I was not 100 % (just had the D&C) otherwise I would have leapt over the couch and tied her braids together and booted her saggy ass back to her home. But I kept my mouth shut (all the while giving her hairy eye ball) and kindly requested that my d/c provider NEVER ask her to look after my children again.
But despite that huge parenting / daycare I still say hello to her and goodbye to her and her weird kid everyday that I see her. And she is silent. I have thought that maybe she is autistic. But I have come to the conclusion that she is just rude.
And to top it all off we are having babies at the same time. She looks like a brown haired Heidi Remake cast off and I still look remotely stylish. Maybe life is fair after all......
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