This New Year's Eve I will be spending at home for a few reasons:
1. I am sick. I do not sound as much like a frog as I did yesterday, but my nose is leaking like a straw roof in a hurricane and my nostrils are raw from blowing.
2. Mia is sick. She most likely has the same thing I do, and whenever she sees me coming toward her with a tissue she runs away screaming "NoNoNo!"
3. I woke up to a winter wonderland this morning, and the snow has not stopped yet.
4. My family is in Connecticut, and the same way they don't feel like driving over here, I don't feel like driving over there.
5. My husband is being forced to work until 4 a.m. and therefore, even if I did want to drive to CT, I would have no help with the kids, and I am just not feeling up to doing it by myself.
6. My husband is being forced to work until 4 a.m., and I am not in the holiday spirit.
7. My husband is being forced to work until 4 a.m.
8. I am hellbent on having my house clean to start the new year off right, and I have not gotten past the bathroom.
9. I do not even feel like taking a shower, let alone get dressed in something that is more fashionable than it is comfortable.
10. I'd rather just count down with Leila (Mia is like a clock and will be in bed by 7p.m.), watch the ball drop in HD and maybe bake some cookies.
And with that, I wish you all a Happy New Year, wherever and with whomever you decide to spend it.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
10 Realities of Having a Toddler
1. You will need to become an expert at the guessing game. (Why are you crying?, What are you saying?, What did you just do??, Where did you hide my keys?!?, etc.)
2. You will spend the next few years trying to reclaim your bed.
3. Stepping on small toys in your bare feet is the equivalent of stepping on sharpened knives in your bare feet.
4. Toys that make noise are the devil's spawn.
5. Toddlers do not hear the word "no" until it has been said a minimum of 3 times, and will not react to it until you actually get up.
6. Younger toddlers do not understand the concept of "wait" and will whine and cry the entire time you're making a meal because, according to them, you're not moving fast enough. (Or, maybe that's just my kid.)
7. You will never be able to cook for just yourself ever again.
8. Learn to like the taste of cold coffee. You will not be able to finish a cup of coffee while it's still hot for the next few years. Better yet, look into caffeine injections, they might serve you better.
9. Toddlers are as mischievous as they are cute. Consider yourself warned.
10. Bedtime for them will be the most joyous part of your day.
2. You will spend the next few years trying to reclaim your bed.
3. Stepping on small toys in your bare feet is the equivalent of stepping on sharpened knives in your bare feet.
4. Toys that make noise are the devil's spawn.
5. Toddlers do not hear the word "no" until it has been said a minimum of 3 times, and will not react to it until you actually get up.
6. Younger toddlers do not understand the concept of "wait" and will whine and cry the entire time you're making a meal because, according to them, you're not moving fast enough. (Or, maybe that's just my kid.)
7. You will never be able to cook for just yourself ever again.
8. Learn to like the taste of cold coffee. You will not be able to finish a cup of coffee while it's still hot for the next few years. Better yet, look into caffeine injections, they might serve you better.
9. Toddlers are as mischievous as they are cute. Consider yourself warned.
10. Bedtime for them will be the most joyous part of your day.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Laundry Magic
I had been doing laundry all day, because that's how long laundry takes, and I was trying to finish it all before I went to meet up with some friends. Almost everything had been folded and put away, and I was down to two loads--one in the dryer, and one already washed and waiting to be dried. It was time for me to leave, so I asked my husband, as he was setting up his XBOX, to please put the last load in the dryer when the other load is done drying. I even put the laundry basket in front of the basement door, so that it would be within his peripheral vision as he sank into the couch to engage in Modern Warfare.
"Did the dryer stop?" he asked, which gave me the impression that he acknowledged what I had asked him.
"Not yet," I said, "it has about another half hour." And with that, I grabbed my coat and keys, said good-bye and left.
And my husband, bless his heart, with his devout belief in magic, must have thought that when I asked that the clothes be put in the dryer that I was talking to my Fairy Godmother. And he must have assumed she would put a spell on the clothes so that when they were done drying they would remove themselves and fold their way into the basket so that the wet clothes could dance their way in, and then she would beam down in a cloud of fairy dust to throw in some fabric softener sheets and turn the dryer on. And I know he must have believed this, the poor dear, because when I awoke this morning I found the basket...exactly where I had left it the night before...and it was empty.
"Did the dryer stop?" he asked, which gave me the impression that he acknowledged what I had asked him.
"Not yet," I said, "it has about another half hour." And with that, I grabbed my coat and keys, said good-bye and left.
And my husband, bless his heart, with his devout belief in magic, must have thought that when I asked that the clothes be put in the dryer that I was talking to my Fairy Godmother. And he must have assumed she would put a spell on the clothes so that when they were done drying they would remove themselves and fold their way into the basket so that the wet clothes could dance their way in, and then she would beam down in a cloud of fairy dust to throw in some fabric softener sheets and turn the dryer on. And I know he must have believed this, the poor dear, because when I awoke this morning I found the basket...exactly where I had left it the night before...and it was empty.
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