I Lied

I lied. I'm not going to do "introductions." How's about you just get to know us through reading this blog.

Ah ha! See, now I've got you. Who doesn't want to know me and my little fam?!

So, phew! Rough start today. Well, second start. I worked last night, so technically I started my day at work. And that was alright. But then I came home from work and slept and got up and that's when things got screwy.

I was sooooooooooooooooooooo tired this morning, unusually tired. But I had to eat some leftover grilled chicken (which was amazing--I will share the recipe sometime) because I was thinking about it all night at work and drink some orange juice because it sounded good (hmmmmm, actually sounds really good right now too, damn! I hope I'm not preggo). Anyway, I dozed off nursing the babe (yep, I nurse my almost 2 year old) and consequently got to bed later than desired. So far, not so bad.

The little one usually comes in to nap with me around noon and did today as per usual, but today she was wired and ended up keeping me awake for a half hour before climbing out of bed. She did pull the door closed on her way out, so that was nice. 1:30 she was back and fell half-asleep and was the wiggliest worm I've ever met! I kept waiting for her to fall full-asleep, so I could sneak out and pee and take some ibuprofen--killer lack of sleep headache--but she never did. Finally, I just take the plunge and tell her we have to get up.

Yikes. That didn't go over well. So now I'm mad. Too tired to deal with wining and clinging (which is excessive when my Paczek is tired). And the best way I can think of to keep from screaming like a banshee and throwing everything in the house away (sort of my coping mechanism)--pick on my buddy. Hey, yeah, that's a good idea. Add insult to injury and blame the husband. After all, he did bring the kid in to nap, twice today. Grrrrrrrrr.

So, after assuring him he ruined my life and making him promise to never bring her in to nap, ever again, after 1P (because that's obviously the problem here), I feel guilty. Turns out he had a terrible night, didn't sleep at all from pain, and was feeling desperate for a break. And to be perfectly honest, the kid is a great napper. Every day about 12:30/1 she's out for the count. Who would think she wouldn't nap?

Well, after apologies, I think, hmmmm, TV! TV is just what my kid needs (we all need). So I go to put a Peep in, and am met with intensified distress cries. Really?! My child has never refused TV, ever. She's a total junkie. I tell her all the time it's going to rot her brain, but she doesn't even care. Turns out she doesn't want to watch Peep, but settles for Classical Baby which is promptly shut off because someone can't listen and pushes every button on the dvd player/tv/receiver. Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggg.

Somehow the boundary setting turns my kid happy and all of a sudden we're all sitting together on the couch and she's happy to play with her purse and bracelets and I'm happy to lie there sipping my delicious black gold (Starbucks Sumatra). And I haven't hurt Simon's feelings too badly (even though I also shimmied in a scold for not fixing my nose retainer and another for being such a softie with the kid). And then my delicate little princess thinks it'd be fun to climb onto the top of the couch and jump on me. Which may well have been fun, but also spilled my coffee. :(

Oh, well. All's well that ends well. Simon wouldn't agree, but I've got no short or long term memory at all, so I'm generally pretty happy. Anyway...

Wadsworth: "And to make a long story short."
Everyone: "TOO LATE!"

I ended up taking the kid outside (she was in heaven) (me too to be honest), Simon got a tiny break, and then I headed into work.

See, fascinating, right? ;)