LA_MERC_CS Widow
August 30th, 2003, 04:57 PM
I wrote these two emails to our good friend Tracker the other day. I thought I would post it here to see if any of you other parents out there can relate...
Email #1: 8/28/03 9:30am
Bed...4am Sissy being stubborn (but giggling and soooooo cute)
Up...8:30am Logan pries my eye open and announces that it's daytime...time to get up. (how can you not laugh at that!)
Mmmmmmmmm.......coffee good
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Email #2: 8/28/03 6:00pm
Diapers changed, laundry going, dishes done.....I Rock!
Sissy stripped off her diapies again. Just pee-peed on the hardwood floor. While I get a towel, she tries to stand up and walk but falls and rolls in it....5 or 6 times.
Sissy gets a bath.
Logan upset now. He wants a bath.
Okay, diapers changed, laundry going, dishes done, floor cleaned up AND both kids bathed.....I Totally Rock!
Time to feed clean baby some solid food. Figures...every other spoonful...whack, both baby hands fly at the spoon. Logan also insisting on being spoon-fed breakfast. I multi-task.
Baby food cleaned off of table, carpet, highchair, baby and mommy. Logan done too. Dishes cleared. I Rock!
Holding Sissy on floor for a moment of snuggle time. Sweet Logan nestled next to me. Logan jets up to get something and he and Sissy collide heads. Sissy screaming. Logan yelling "mommy". Starting to appear as if this day might suck.
Daddy on icq. He'll try to stop by for a visit since he has to be in Long Beach for business. Yippee! I'll snag a moment of quiet time out back.
Changing poopy panties for Sissy and hear daddy's car pull up. Just in time! I can use that break. Wait. Two voices. He brought his partner with him? Oh God, rinse armpits, put on a bra, brush hair, it's no good...put on a hat, find my "gracious hostess attitude". All is good...i rock!
Short visit. No break, but daddy promises me some mommy free time when he gets home from work. Need caffeine. Get a large Diet Pepsi on ice and sit. Logan wants a sip. Sure. Sissy sees an opportunity and whacks it out of his hands. I run for a towel and come back. Sissy now squatting down and sucking carpet. There's enough there to make a puddle, what the hell.
Mess sopped up, kids wiped down, last load of laundry in washer, running on a coffee fueled frenzy. i rock?
It's 4:30. I can last. There's a light at the end of the tunnel. Hey, there's the phone. It's daddy. He's gotta serve a warrant. Won't be home till late. I don't rock...I AM a rock. That light at the end of the tunnel? A train.
Having cigarette number 157. Lungs collapsing. It's okay. I see the light again....it's calling to me...
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Email #1: 8/28/03 9:30am
Bed...4am Sissy being stubborn (but giggling and soooooo cute)
Up...8:30am Logan pries my eye open and announces that it's daytime...time to get up. (how can you not laugh at that!)
Mmmmmmmmm.......coffee good
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Email #2: 8/28/03 6:00pm
Diapers changed, laundry going, dishes done.....I Rock!
Sissy stripped off her diapies again. Just pee-peed on the hardwood floor. While I get a towel, she tries to stand up and walk but falls and rolls in it....5 or 6 times.
Sissy gets a bath.
Logan upset now. He wants a bath.
Okay, diapers changed, laundry going, dishes done, floor cleaned up AND both kids bathed.....I Totally Rock!
Time to feed clean baby some solid food. Figures...every other spoonful...whack, both baby hands fly at the spoon. Logan also insisting on being spoon-fed breakfast. I multi-task.
Baby food cleaned off of table, carpet, highchair, baby and mommy. Logan done too. Dishes cleared. I Rock!
Holding Sissy on floor for a moment of snuggle time. Sweet Logan nestled next to me. Logan jets up to get something and he and Sissy collide heads. Sissy screaming. Logan yelling "mommy". Starting to appear as if this day might suck.
Daddy on icq. He'll try to stop by for a visit since he has to be in Long Beach for business. Yippee! I'll snag a moment of quiet time out back.
Changing poopy panties for Sissy and hear daddy's car pull up. Just in time! I can use that break. Wait. Two voices. He brought his partner with him? Oh God, rinse armpits, put on a bra, brush hair, it's no good...put on a hat, find my "gracious hostess attitude". All is good...i rock!
Short visit. No break, but daddy promises me some mommy free time when he gets home from work. Need caffeine. Get a large Diet Pepsi on ice and sit. Logan wants a sip. Sure. Sissy sees an opportunity and whacks it out of his hands. I run for a towel and come back. Sissy now squatting down and sucking carpet. There's enough there to make a puddle, what the hell.
Mess sopped up, kids wiped down, last load of laundry in washer, running on a coffee fueled frenzy. i rock?
It's 4:30. I can last. There's a light at the end of the tunnel. Hey, there's the phone. It's daddy. He's gotta serve a warrant. Won't be home till late. I don't rock...I AM a rock. That light at the end of the tunnel? A train.
Having cigarette number 157. Lungs collapsing. It's okay. I see the light again....it's calling to me...
:help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help :help