First things first. Butternut squash,ginger, carrot soup is the best soup on earth.
Now that I've cleared that up, let's move on.
When I last posted I had big plans for the afternoon. Well a good number of those plans were crushed. I attempted to seal the living room window but was met with a number of obstacles. I couldn't figure out why the tape wouldn't stick until I realized that the window was open a crack at the top causing a cold (-23 degree) draft and moisture to come in. I of course didn't discover this to be the problem until I completely lost my patience and was on the verge of tears.
Since I had completely trashed the living room trying to finish the window, I tried to make myself feel better by at least vacuuming. It was then I realized my vacuum wasn't vacuuming AT ALL. Fantastic!!! Grrrr! I took apart the vacuum to find not one, but two pens stuck in the hose along with about 9 inches of clog. Even after removing all that, the vacuum still doesn't work that well.
By the time Mr. Sloth came home I had cleaned up and found a less than stressful mood to present. I'd hate to be "that wife" who attacks her husband with problems from the second he walks in the door. That said, I did IM him while I was working on the window and said things like "I'm not dealing with this anymore, you'll have to do it", but Mr. Sloth knows I was just having crazy time.
So. Today. I've been trying to be the first one up in the morning but Demand has some sort of internal device in which she knows when I'm planning on getting up. She then wakes up 15-30 minutes prior. Yesterday she woke up early enough to come to bed with us so when I got up she jumped out of bed right behind me with a laundry list of needs, which in the morning always starts with "oatmeal". On any given day I would bet money that the first words out of her mouth will be "I want oatmeal".
Anyway, this morning she woke up at 6:45am exactly 15 minutes before my alarm was to go off. We let her cry hoping she'd go back to sleep. She did quite down. When I slunk past her bedroom at 7:07am she wasn't in the doorway so I bolted downstairs. I had a very brief period of time to myself before I heard her at the gate in her doorway. Today the first words out of her mouth were, "I big chocolate". Which, as most parents know, is not a stocking stuffer. I changed her diaper and clothes before we headed downstairs for, you guessed it, oatmeal.
Since she and I were both dressed and ready to go at 7:20 (ish) I thought I would try and head to 8am Mass. Mr. Sloth offered to watch her while I went. I bundled up, prayed I had enough gas, and slowly drove through the snowy roads to the Church only to remember that there is no 8am Mass on Wednesdays. I decided to do Mr. Sloth a favor and fill the car with gas but just as I neared our home I heard on the radio there was an accident right next to the gas station. Forget that, I'm heading home.
Mr. Sloth decided to work from home for the morning so I had to pack up Demand and head to gas station anyway. I made the mistake of taking a shortcut involving a hill and got stuck just behind the gas station. I had to back up and go around the block. All the pumps were taken so I parked behind the only car facing the right direction for me. The person was inside the store...for ten minutes. Finally I took my chances and moved to another pump.
After many prayers for patience, I was ready to hit the road. I barely had enough momentum to get through the intersection, but long story short, we made it to my appointment and back without incident, although we saw enough of them.
As soon as we got home Demand I started to make a candy house. It's as lovely as a you would expect a two year old to make, except I made it and let a two year old decorate it. You have to work fast with toddlers or they will (a) help in their own unique way or (b) get bored. I frosted an oatmeal box and covered it with graham crackers as quickly as possible. Then let her do as she wished. She was really excited about putting frosting, "snow" as she called it and M&Ms on it. Of course more frosting and candy went in her mouth than on the house but she did eat a good lunch afterwards so I don't care.
As soon as she lays down for her nap I have to finish planning class for CCD tonight and wrapped up a few household chores. If I get all my work done I can take Demand out to play in the snow after her nap. I'll get to use my new super warm snow gloves and hat.
But who are we kidding, I'll probably just nap the whole time.
The Sloths
Lazywife, Mr. Sloth, Demand, Prophet, Rooster, and King
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Day in the Life
Today was the first day in a long time I was able to be the first one up. I managed to get to bed before 11pm last night which has been rather difficult to do these days. The extra sleep helped tremendously.
So I woke up and stumbled downstairs, straight to the fireplace and grabbed a blanket. It was at that point, standing barefoot and freezing in my living room I failed to remember *why* I wanted to get up first. "Ah, yes!", I thought. I wanted time to get ready and prepare for the day before Demand wakes up. I grabbed my Bible for some morning prayer. I decided that in the spirit of Christmas I would begin to read the book of Isaiah. After realizing there were more than 60 chapters in Isaiah, I moved to the book of Luke.
That done, I tried to decide what to do next. Putting on real clothes sounded like too much work, and besides the clothes I was wearing were remotely warm and I knew the clothes I had laid out the night before were sitting near the window in our room, brrr!
Which brings me to my next segment. I started to heat some water for tea, grabbed a banana that I would never get to finish, and sat down at the computer. It was then that I realized it was -2 outside, but felt like -23. That would explain the chill in the air. Nutcracker! That's cold!!!!
I finally decided to get dressed, but when I reached the top of the stairs. Demand was standing in her doorway, calm and quiet as could be waiting for someone to free her. She was in a delightful mood which was nice. We both went to wake up Mr. Sloth. I had the unfortunate task of not only waking him up, but waking him to tell him it was -23 degree wind chill and I needed the driveway shoveled so I could make my doctors appointment. He slunk back into the covered till I could only see one of his eyes staring back at me with an evil glare saying "I don't want to".
While Demand ate "cake-cakes" (Pancakes) and half of my banana. (See I told you I would never get to eat it), I warmed our clothes in the dryer and got dressed myself. Mr. Sloth had cleared the driveway, and wisely decided to work from home by the time we had to leave. The roads were yucky. They weren't wet, or slushy, they were frozen. You never knew what was safe to drive on. Scary.
The doctors appointment went well (and fast) and Demand and I stopped at Target to pick up a few things like hats and gloves that fit Mr. Sloth and I. Demand defined the words baby steps as we slowly moved across the indescribably cold parking lot. Man do I love places that have "Expectant Mothers and Parents with young children parking"...this Target did not.
So that was our morning. Demand is in her room *not* napping right now. She'll be in there until 3pm at least, unless she sleeps, which would be great. In that time I hope to finish cleaning the bathroom, switch the laundry, start dinner, and start sealing the windows for winter. Better late, than never, eh? When she wakes up I hope to vacuum, although my vacuum has been less than cooperative lately, and possibly make a candy house with Demand. All the while I need to be praying that Mr. Sloth can make enough money so that we can pay the mortgage next month. Don't be too concerned, it's just the way things work when you run your own business. Every month is a toss up!
I better get cracking. Perhaps I'll warm up a bit by scrubbing my shower. Hmmm, maybe I should just shower....
So I woke up and stumbled downstairs, straight to the fireplace and grabbed a blanket. It was at that point, standing barefoot and freezing in my living room I failed to remember *why* I wanted to get up first. "Ah, yes!", I thought. I wanted time to get ready and prepare for the day before Demand wakes up. I grabbed my Bible for some morning prayer. I decided that in the spirit of Christmas I would begin to read the book of Isaiah. After realizing there were more than 60 chapters in Isaiah, I moved to the book of Luke.
That done, I tried to decide what to do next. Putting on real clothes sounded like too much work, and besides the clothes I was wearing were remotely warm and I knew the clothes I had laid out the night before were sitting near the window in our room, brrr!
Which brings me to my next segment. I started to heat some water for tea, grabbed a banana that I would never get to finish, and sat down at the computer. It was then that I realized it was -2 outside, but felt like -23. That would explain the chill in the air. Nutcracker! That's cold!!!!
I finally decided to get dressed, but when I reached the top of the stairs. Demand was standing in her doorway, calm and quiet as could be waiting for someone to free her. She was in a delightful mood which was nice. We both went to wake up Mr. Sloth. I had the unfortunate task of not only waking him up, but waking him to tell him it was -23 degree wind chill and I needed the driveway shoveled so I could make my doctors appointment. He slunk back into the covered till I could only see one of his eyes staring back at me with an evil glare saying "I don't want to".
While Demand ate "cake-cakes" (Pancakes) and half of my banana. (See I told you I would never get to eat it), I warmed our clothes in the dryer and got dressed myself. Mr. Sloth had cleared the driveway, and wisely decided to work from home by the time we had to leave. The roads were yucky. They weren't wet, or slushy, they were frozen. You never knew what was safe to drive on. Scary.
The doctors appointment went well (and fast) and Demand and I stopped at Target to pick up a few things like hats and gloves that fit Mr. Sloth and I. Demand defined the words baby steps as we slowly moved across the indescribably cold parking lot. Man do I love places that have "Expectant Mothers and Parents with young children parking"...this Target did not.
So that was our morning. Demand is in her room *not* napping right now. She'll be in there until 3pm at least, unless she sleeps, which would be great. In that time I hope to finish cleaning the bathroom, switch the laundry, start dinner, and start sealing the windows for winter. Better late, than never, eh? When she wakes up I hope to vacuum, although my vacuum has been less than cooperative lately, and possibly make a candy house with Demand. All the while I need to be praying that Mr. Sloth can make enough money so that we can pay the mortgage next month. Don't be too concerned, it's just the way things work when you run your own business. Every month is a toss up!
I better get cracking. Perhaps I'll warm up a bit by scrubbing my shower. Hmmm, maybe I should just shower....
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Miss Manners
A quick post about Demand.
95% of the time she is the most polite child you could ever imagine and Mr. Sloth and I can't take credit for any of it. For example when she gets adjusted at the chirpractors she gets a sticker. She knows where they are and how to get them, but she won't get one until she's told she can. Secondly, at the end of each of her gymnastics class the kids gets stamps on their hands and feet. She's always the first one to sit and be ready, yet always the last to get her stamps because other children aren't as patient. She's great about saying please, thank you, excuse me...with very little prompting.
Anyway, a few days ago I was sitting on the floor in her room reading books before naptime. She bent down in front of me, tilted her pigtailed head and asked, "Massage?". She then proceeded to massage my neck and shoulders. She's actually quite good at it too. You'd never know a two year old was giving you a massage. What service though, huh?
Well yesterday was full of rushing around and Demand had been in a mood the first half of the day, but surprised me at dinner. Because Mr. Sloth and I had CCD to teach, dinner was chili from freezer. Just thaw, warm, and serve. Demand sat down ready to eat and said, "Chili? Yummy!!" She shoveled spoonful after spoonful in her mouth and kept saying. "This is really good chili momma. Thank you momma."
She'll stay like this forever, right? Cute and polite?
95% of the time she is the most polite child you could ever imagine and Mr. Sloth and I can't take credit for any of it. For example when she gets adjusted at the chirpractors she gets a sticker. She knows where they are and how to get them, but she won't get one until she's told she can. Secondly, at the end of each of her gymnastics class the kids gets stamps on their hands and feet. She's always the first one to sit and be ready, yet always the last to get her stamps because other children aren't as patient. She's great about saying please, thank you, excuse me...with very little prompting.
Anyway, a few days ago I was sitting on the floor in her room reading books before naptime. She bent down in front of me, tilted her pigtailed head and asked, "Massage?". She then proceeded to massage my neck and shoulders. She's actually quite good at it too. You'd never know a two year old was giving you a massage. What service though, huh?
Well yesterday was full of rushing around and Demand had been in a mood the first half of the day, but surprised me at dinner. Because Mr. Sloth and I had CCD to teach, dinner was chili from freezer. Just thaw, warm, and serve. Demand sat down ready to eat and said, "Chili? Yummy!!" She shoveled spoonful after spoonful in her mouth and kept saying. "This is really good chili momma. Thank you momma."
She'll stay like this forever, right? Cute and polite?
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Exhaustion and the Great Mr. Sloth
It is with great exhaustion that I write tonight. In fact, it's the second night in a row I've felt like this. Let me explain...
Monday evening I had some time to kill before people gathered to watch "Heroes". I found an article online that spoke of strong marriages and challenged it's readers to do something everyday for their spouse. Nothing I hadn't heard before, but it inspired me just the same. I was going to do something for Mr. Sloth!!
Things didn't work out like I had planned. By the time our late viewing of "Heroes" was over I was exhausted and on the verge of rather bad headache so I went to bed. I woke up at 3am to a horrible, horrible headache. I got up and took Tylenol (obviously not something I do often during pregnancy) and grabbed ice for my head. I was convinced it was a migraine triggered by the weather (we had gotten a few inches of snow that day). Weather migraines are the worst because there's nothing I can do about them. With that in mind I thought I would have the headache the entire next day. I hesitantly woke Mr. Sloth and asked him to massage my neck, half expecting him to half heartedly oblige, but with little to no effort before falling back asleep himself. To my surprise, without question he rolled over and managed to actually bring me enough relief that I could fall asleep again. I thanked him the next day, adding that I was in so much pain at the time I couldn't tell him he was actually helping me.
So instead doing something nice for Mr. Sloth he did something nice for me. I was still motivated to do something nice for him though.
Yesterday was super busy. Our day started with a slower than slow drive due to snow to gymnastics class. Then Demand and I headed to the fitness center so *I* could work out. I had a fantastic swim. It's so much better to swim when there are only two other people in the pool than when there are three people to a *lane* while a water exercise class is going on causing ocean like waves in the pool. I could have kept swimming but I figured baby needed a rest and Demand would want lunch eventually.
So after basically two work outs, I headed home for more work. Demand took a nap after lunch while I cleaned and got dinner ready. After dinner I got Demand bathed and ready for bed while Mr. Sloth had his turn for the gym, as soon as he got home I headed out the door to pick up gifts for the "adopt a family" we had. I shopped for two hours with Obscure and Sidekick. By the time we got home, it was 10pm and realized that I hadn't sat down all day. Quite literally. Mr. Sloth and I both fell into bed beyond exhausted. Now remember, I was still determined to do something nice for Mr. Sloth. I had tried really hard to have a clean kitchen for him when he got home, but it never completely happened. So I woke up at 3am again. Not with a headache. With severe leg cramps. Between the standing, swimming, walking, pregnancy, etc, my legs we're done. I would sit up, get the cramp to go away, only to have it re triggered due to the unique way a 7 month pregnant lady has to lay down. It went on for a long time. Finally Mr. Sloth heard my whimpers and asked what was wrong. As soon as he heard I was having leg cramps he jumped out of bed.
Mr. Sloth has told me many times of how he used to get severe leg cramps all the time growing up, really bad ones that would make him walk with a limp for days. So for the second night in a row Mr. Sloth went above and beyond for me when I had planned on doing it for him. He jumped up and massaged my leg until the cramps stopped completely. I would have been completely blown away by his charity, had I not known his empathy for leg cramps. I was no less grateful, but definitely more indebted to his recent acts of charity.
So, the moral of the story is that Mr. Sloth has to stop being so nice so I can be nice.
So that brings us to today. I still haven't really done anything for Mr. Sloth. I've been trying, but nothing seems to get completely done in the time I'm allotted every day. I did get the fridge completely cleaned out and wiped out though. I know it had been bother him, and after cleaning it out I think we might healthier people now too.
Part of the reason I couldn't get the kitchen clean today was that I had 15+ presents to wrap for the "adopt a family" while Demand was napping. When Demand wasn't napping she was "potty training" or as I like to call it pooping and peeing in underwear. But that's a whole 'nother adventure for a whole 'nother post.
Monday evening I had some time to kill before people gathered to watch "Heroes". I found an article online that spoke of strong marriages and challenged it's readers to do something everyday for their spouse. Nothing I hadn't heard before, but it inspired me just the same. I was going to do something for Mr. Sloth!!
Things didn't work out like I had planned. By the time our late viewing of "Heroes" was over I was exhausted and on the verge of rather bad headache so I went to bed. I woke up at 3am to a horrible, horrible headache. I got up and took Tylenol (obviously not something I do often during pregnancy) and grabbed ice for my head. I was convinced it was a migraine triggered by the weather (we had gotten a few inches of snow that day). Weather migraines are the worst because there's nothing I can do about them. With that in mind I thought I would have the headache the entire next day. I hesitantly woke Mr. Sloth and asked him to massage my neck, half expecting him to half heartedly oblige, but with little to no effort before falling back asleep himself. To my surprise, without question he rolled over and managed to actually bring me enough relief that I could fall asleep again. I thanked him the next day, adding that I was in so much pain at the time I couldn't tell him he was actually helping me.
So instead doing something nice for Mr. Sloth he did something nice for me. I was still motivated to do something nice for him though.
Yesterday was super busy. Our day started with a slower than slow drive due to snow to gymnastics class. Then Demand and I headed to the fitness center so *I* could work out. I had a fantastic swim. It's so much better to swim when there are only two other people in the pool than when there are three people to a *lane* while a water exercise class is going on causing ocean like waves in the pool. I could have kept swimming but I figured baby needed a rest and Demand would want lunch eventually.
So after basically two work outs, I headed home for more work. Demand took a nap after lunch while I cleaned and got dinner ready. After dinner I got Demand bathed and ready for bed while Mr. Sloth had his turn for the gym, as soon as he got home I headed out the door to pick up gifts for the "adopt a family" we had. I shopped for two hours with Obscure and Sidekick. By the time we got home, it was 10pm and realized that I hadn't sat down all day. Quite literally. Mr. Sloth and I both fell into bed beyond exhausted. Now remember, I was still determined to do something nice for Mr. Sloth. I had tried really hard to have a clean kitchen for him when he got home, but it never completely happened. So I woke up at 3am again. Not with a headache. With severe leg cramps. Between the standing, swimming, walking, pregnancy, etc, my legs we're done. I would sit up, get the cramp to go away, only to have it re triggered due to the unique way a 7 month pregnant lady has to lay down. It went on for a long time. Finally Mr. Sloth heard my whimpers and asked what was wrong. As soon as he heard I was having leg cramps he jumped out of bed.
Mr. Sloth has told me many times of how he used to get severe leg cramps all the time growing up, really bad ones that would make him walk with a limp for days. So for the second night in a row Mr. Sloth went above and beyond for me when I had planned on doing it for him. He jumped up and massaged my leg until the cramps stopped completely. I would have been completely blown away by his charity, had I not known his empathy for leg cramps. I was no less grateful, but definitely more indebted to his recent acts of charity.
So, the moral of the story is that Mr. Sloth has to stop being so nice so I can be nice.
So that brings us to today. I still haven't really done anything for Mr. Sloth. I've been trying, but nothing seems to get completely done in the time I'm allotted every day. I did get the fridge completely cleaned out and wiped out though. I know it had been bother him, and after cleaning it out I think we might healthier people now too.
Part of the reason I couldn't get the kitchen clean today was that I had 15+ presents to wrap for the "adopt a family" while Demand was napping. When Demand wasn't napping she was "potty training" or as I like to call it pooping and peeing in underwear. But that's a whole 'nother adventure for a whole 'nother post.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Weekend Update
When I last left you Demand had gotten sick inexplicably and our Saturday plans were tentative. Saturday was also the Feast of St. Nicholas. We decided to start celebrating it this year. Friday at dinner (before she got sick) we told Demand to put her shoes out so St. Nick could come and leave her presents. With the chaos of her being sick I didn't think it would work, but Demand wasn't picky. Mr. Sloth slept in her room until 5am. I just happened to be wide awake around then so when she woke up at 5:30am I had problem taking over. She was apparently feeling better as upon seeing me she declared "I wake up!!! Let's have dinner!!" I wasn't convinced of her being better yet so I sat her on the couch to watch a show and rest while she ate dry cereal and watered down juice. Sure enough, NOW I was tired. I kept falling asleep and waking up to Demand singing or dancing. By 8am Demand wanted a real breakfast of oatmeal (her favorite). It was then that I decided it was Mr. Sloth's turn. It was afterall my morning off. I woke up Mr. Sloth so he could take over and then I finally showed Demand what St. Nick had brought. She said, "Oh, this is nice!". She cracks me up. So I went back to bed for an hour before we all got ready to go shopping. We lasted about five hours before heading home for the day, Demand did great the whole time.
Sunday was a different story. Apparently Demand wasn't better yet. She slept in until 9am and then we all rushed to make 10am Mass. We were in the Church about three minutes when she fell asleep. FELL ASLEEP!!!! She has slept all of one Mass in her life, her first one. When she was two weeks old we took her to Mass for the first time. It was at the Cathedral, packed with people and loud organ music. That was it. From then on she would always wake up and want to held, nursed, or shown things at Mass. Needless to say we were shocked. Mr. Sloth still stuck in her heavy coat held Demand (still all bundled up herself) the whole Mass. She didn't wake up until Communion. Crazy!!
We went home for a quick lunch before dropping Demand off at Grandmas. We were heading to the History Museum for a rare exhibit from the Vatican. When we picked up Demand her Grandma agreed she wasn't herself. She almost fell asleep in Grandmas arms too! She was just so lethargic all day, until all of a sudden, around 6pm she just "got better". You could just tell. She had energy, appetite...spunk. Very bizarre.
It's snowing now. Apparently we're to get 3-6 inches today which would be great. We have some snow right now; enough to make the roads slippery but not cover the grass. On our ever growing list of things we need is a sled. We're excited for Demand this year. She'll really be able to sled down our nice hill.
Sunday was a different story. Apparently Demand wasn't better yet. She slept in until 9am and then we all rushed to make 10am Mass. We were in the Church about three minutes when she fell asleep. FELL ASLEEP!!!! She has slept all of one Mass in her life, her first one. When she was two weeks old we took her to Mass for the first time. It was at the Cathedral, packed with people and loud organ music. That was it. From then on she would always wake up and want to held, nursed, or shown things at Mass. Needless to say we were shocked. Mr. Sloth still stuck in her heavy coat held Demand (still all bundled up herself) the whole Mass. She didn't wake up until Communion. Crazy!!
We went home for a quick lunch before dropping Demand off at Grandmas. We were heading to the History Museum for a rare exhibit from the Vatican. When we picked up Demand her Grandma agreed she wasn't herself. She almost fell asleep in Grandmas arms too! She was just so lethargic all day, until all of a sudden, around 6pm she just "got better". You could just tell. She had energy, appetite...spunk. Very bizarre.
It's snowing now. Apparently we're to get 3-6 inches today which would be great. We have some snow right now; enough to make the roads slippery but not cover the grass. On our ever growing list of things we need is a sled. We're excited for Demand this year. She'll really be able to sled down our nice hill.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Big plans
When I woke up this morning I had high hopes for the day. Demand and I had no plans or commitments for the day, and the house was 80% clean. I thought I would get in comfy clothes (which are getting harder and harder to find these days) and Demand and I would just do activities all day.
Demand had other plans.
Boy was she in a mood today. Crabby, frustrated, resilient. Usually our mornings go pretty quickly but not today. After we ate breakfast and got dressed I asked if she wanted to draw lines. She likes to practice tracing straight lines and such. She had fun for about two minutes then got frustrated but didn't want help. Then she wanted to do a puzzle. Not just any puzzle, the United States floor puzzle made for ages 6+. We like her doing the puzzle but it does take some patience on our part. She can actually do the whole boarder with very little assistance and then we go over the states and such as we put the pieces in the middle. Nothing was going her way, and it showed.
Finally I decided it would be fun to make fudge. I found a great simple recipe that she could help with. She had fun making the fudge. She unwrapped all the chocolate pieces and counted them as we put them in the pot. Next she wanted to "wash dishes" in the sink. Which was fine it's a great activity to keep her attention for a while. Although she dumped a whole container of water on the floor and licked the chocolate spoons *after* she put them in the soapy water. (eww!)
Of course today was the day Mr. Sloth was late getting home for lunch. We fought her the whole time trying to get her to eat her lunch. She was very ready for a nap and it showed. The nap never happened by the way. After an hour and a half of telling her to get back in bed and/or changing a poopy diaper, I thought she might sleep in our bed with me. No. It didn't happen, but she was so kind as to head butt me and give me a headache.
By this time it was 3pm and my dream of a lovely Friday home with my daughter was over. I asked Mr. Sloth to come home with the car so I could get out of the house. Besides we were desperate for food. Apparently graces were abundant today because Mr. Sloth thought I would be ten times more stressed after seeing how Demand was acting, but I was mostly numb. The other day was much more stressful. We went to the post office and Aldi with little trouble. Target on the other hand.... I was so sick of her hearing "cheese stick" repeated over and over and over again. By the time we got home I was done with her, but she wasn't done with me.
Finally we ate dinner and then Mr. Sloth took to play in the fresh snow. I had time to myself until they were done. When they came in I helped get all the snow gear off and then wrapped Demand in a blanket and held her on my lap in front of the fire. Two minutes later she started vomiting all over me.
It was obviously time for a much needed bath followed by bedtime. She seemed fine during her bath and after, but Mr. Sloth said she had a fever when he came downstairs after putting her to sleep. Ugh. Please don't be sick!!
If she stays asleep, then I have a lovely evening planned fully of food and movies. Tomorrow I've volunteered to forfeit my morning off (unless she's vomiting, then I'm reclaiming my morning off) so we can all go Christmas shopping and get it done with for the season. And my morning shall start with Caribou Coffee!!
I can't wait, I can almost taste the warm decaf peppermint mocha now! Delicious!
Demand had other plans.
Boy was she in a mood today. Crabby, frustrated, resilient. Usually our mornings go pretty quickly but not today. After we ate breakfast and got dressed I asked if she wanted to draw lines. She likes to practice tracing straight lines and such. She had fun for about two minutes then got frustrated but didn't want help. Then she wanted to do a puzzle. Not just any puzzle, the United States floor puzzle made for ages 6+. We like her doing the puzzle but it does take some patience on our part. She can actually do the whole boarder with very little assistance and then we go over the states and such as we put the pieces in the middle. Nothing was going her way, and it showed.
Finally I decided it would be fun to make fudge. I found a great simple recipe that she could help with. She had fun making the fudge. She unwrapped all the chocolate pieces and counted them as we put them in the pot. Next she wanted to "wash dishes" in the sink. Which was fine it's a great activity to keep her attention for a while. Although she dumped a whole container of water on the floor and licked the chocolate spoons *after* she put them in the soapy water. (eww!)
Of course today was the day Mr. Sloth was late getting home for lunch. We fought her the whole time trying to get her to eat her lunch. She was very ready for a nap and it showed. The nap never happened by the way. After an hour and a half of telling her to get back in bed and/or changing a poopy diaper, I thought she might sleep in our bed with me. No. It didn't happen, but she was so kind as to head butt me and give me a headache.
By this time it was 3pm and my dream of a lovely Friday home with my daughter was over. I asked Mr. Sloth to come home with the car so I could get out of the house. Besides we were desperate for food. Apparently graces were abundant today because Mr. Sloth thought I would be ten times more stressed after seeing how Demand was acting, but I was mostly numb. The other day was much more stressful. We went to the post office and Aldi with little trouble. Target on the other hand.... I was so sick of her hearing "cheese stick" repeated over and over and over again. By the time we got home I was done with her, but she wasn't done with me.
Finally we ate dinner and then Mr. Sloth took to play in the fresh snow. I had time to myself until they were done. When they came in I helped get all the snow gear off and then wrapped Demand in a blanket and held her on my lap in front of the fire. Two minutes later she started vomiting all over me.
It was obviously time for a much needed bath followed by bedtime. She seemed fine during her bath and after, but Mr. Sloth said she had a fever when he came downstairs after putting her to sleep. Ugh. Please don't be sick!!
If she stays asleep, then I have a lovely evening planned fully of food and movies. Tomorrow I've volunteered to forfeit my morning off (unless she's vomiting, then I'm reclaiming my morning off) so we can all go Christmas shopping and get it done with for the season. And my morning shall start with Caribou Coffee!!
I can't wait, I can almost taste the warm decaf peppermint mocha now! Delicious!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Laugh or Cry
Yesterday was aweful. Just aweful. I had started to blog about it, but then I decided that it was over with and I didn't want to complain about it anymore. My day got better once we all went to the gym for some alone time. Mr. Sloth on the machines, Demand at the playground, and me in the pool. Once Demand was in bed for the night I had a nice warm bath with a cup of hot cocoa and spent the rest of the evening watching pointless television.
Today, I decided after Demand went down for her nap today that I would fight stress/bad mood with cleaning. I set the timer for 15 minutes and decided to nothing but attack the kitchen in that time. It's amazing how a clean kitchen can change your mood. (Thanks FLYlady!)
After my 15 minutes were up I had an 80% clean kitchen I then decided to make a fantastic snack of turkey crostinis (ask me about those later). It was a great idea!
So let me walk you through the last twenty minutes of my life. Demand wakes up crying while I'm on the phone. By the time I get off upstairs she's smiling sleepily at the gate. I notice the distinct smell of a dirty diaper but I am surprised since she went right before naptime.
Me: Do you need a new diaper?
D: Yeah, I big poopy.
So as I start to change her diaper she says,
D: I see chocolate.
M: You see chocolate?
D: Yeah, chocolate.
M: (hesitantly) Where?
D: Down there. (points to diaper)
Oh, boy. That could have been so much worse.
Since we'll be home until after dinner, and she had just pooped (twice) I decided to put her in big girl underwear. We get downstairs. I pop in her DVD (she only gets to watch a show if she sleeps) and sit on the couch (Demand is standing next to the couch). Within seconds I hear,
D: I'm all wet.
M: You're all wet?
D Yeah, all wet.
Sure enough she had peed. So I say,
M: Ok, stay here I'll get you new underwear (as I walk away I hear,)
D: And a towel!!
Snort! I'm glad to hear that she was concerned about the carpet. Mr. Sloth is aware of all this happening, and is very content being in his cold office right now. He'd much rather freeze than deal with bodily fluids. I can't say I agree. I hate being cold.
Alright, I have forty-five minutes until we have super healthy frozen pizza for dinner (note the sarcasm) and I have laundry to switch and more to fold, plus I should clean some more of the kitchen before Mr. Sloth gets home.
Today, I decided after Demand went down for her nap today that I would fight stress/bad mood with cleaning. I set the timer for 15 minutes and decided to nothing but attack the kitchen in that time. It's amazing how a clean kitchen can change your mood. (Thanks FLYlady!)
After my 15 minutes were up I had an 80% clean kitchen I then decided to make a fantastic snack of turkey crostinis (ask me about those later). It was a great idea!
So let me walk you through the last twenty minutes of my life. Demand wakes up crying while I'm on the phone. By the time I get off upstairs she's smiling sleepily at the gate. I notice the distinct smell of a dirty diaper but I am surprised since she went right before naptime.
Me: Do you need a new diaper?
D: Yeah, I big poopy.
So as I start to change her diaper she says,
D: I see chocolate.
M: You see chocolate?
D: Yeah, chocolate.
M: (hesitantly) Where?
D: Down there. (points to diaper)
Oh, boy. That could have been so much worse.
Since we'll be home until after dinner, and she had just pooped (twice) I decided to put her in big girl underwear. We get downstairs. I pop in her DVD (she only gets to watch a show if she sleeps) and sit on the couch (Demand is standing next to the couch). Within seconds I hear,
D: I'm all wet.
M: You're all wet?
D Yeah, all wet.
Sure enough she had peed. So I say,
M: Ok, stay here I'll get you new underwear (as I walk away I hear,)
D: And a towel!!
Snort! I'm glad to hear that she was concerned about the carpet. Mr. Sloth is aware of all this happening, and is very content being in his cold office right now. He'd much rather freeze than deal with bodily fluids. I can't say I agree. I hate being cold.
Alright, I have forty-five minutes until we have super healthy frozen pizza for dinner (note the sarcasm) and I have laundry to switch and more to fold, plus I should clean some more of the kitchen before Mr. Sloth gets home.
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