Note to self
Kids, mall after xmas, period, being in a hurry, hungry kids and hungry mom not a good mix. Oh yeah, we missed nap time too!
I reread yesterdays entry. I think that I should make it clear that Patrick does dishes, laundry changes diapers plus a whole lot more, he's a bigger help than most dads, plus he works
a lot. He just turns into the stupid kid when he picks up the video game. He only played while I was on the computer last night.
So I yelled at two punk kids today. I was at the mall and Isabella had to go to the bathroom. This mall has family restrooms(they're one room with a big toilet and a smaller kid toilet, big sink, little sink, changing table etc.) on the door it says something about for parents with small children. I walk in and there is a teenage boy and he tells someone in the stall to hurry up. I'm expecting a little kid to walk out but another teenager does. I let them have it. I told them that the door says that it is for families with small kids not teenage boys that think it would be funny to go pee in the tiny toilet and they are lucky that my daughter didn't wet her pants while they finished their fun. It made me feel better but I'm sure all they got out of it was a story about a psycho mom and I'm sure all they heard was the Charlie Brown teacher noise.
Isabella bath time. You have been saved from my craziness.
Husband rant #1 and a mild breakdown
Husband rant ahead!!Patrick's brother in law gave him Madden '06 for Christmas. For those who don't know what this is (I wish I didn't) it is a video game. A football video game. If I would let him he would play for
hours. I went to bed last night at 10 P.M. and woke up at 2 A.M. to discover that I was alone. Maybe it was because I am on my period or maybe I'm just a bitch, I went downstairs and said, "What the hell are you doing? It's two o'clock, go to bed!". Pat looses all track of time when he plays games. I think it goes back to college when he could play as much as he wanted. I can't get it through his thick male skull that he's just not that young anymore and he needs his old man sleep and when he stays up late playing games that he is useless to me the next day in helping with the kids . When I do tell him he says, "I know" in the stop nagging me voice. It pisses me off because I don't want to be the nagging wife. I know that he works really hard and it is his stress relief. I don't care if he plays for and hour, or even two. It just really starts to bug me when it takes over and there is nothing as important as beating a video game. IT'S A GAME!! Those people are fake, I am real. Pay attention to me! I sound like a three year old!
I'm getting him a timer! Since I'm up here typing I bet he's down playing Xbox right now. I'm going to see if he is.......
I know my husband way too well.
I'm done ranting. I'm sorry for the very boring entry but it makes me feel better to just get it off my chest.
I want to go yell at him for playing right now when there are dinner dishes to be done, and toys and laundry to put away.
I hate being on my period.
I want to go to bed.
I wish Patton would sleep.
I wish Isabella wasn't going through a horrible phase.
I wish someone would give me flowers for no reason.
I want to cry, but I don't have time.
I cried less than a minute when my dad died. I had to feed the baby.
I can't remember the last time I cried more than a minute.
I need a hug.
I need eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, but I would be happy with four.
Sometimes I hate being a mom.
I wouldn't trade my kids for anything.
I really miss my dad.
I missed him a lot when Patton started walking and I couldn't tell him.
I miss him the most when the kids do new things.
I always told him first.
I'll do the dishes in the morning, I'm going to bed.
Crap, the baby is awake
Goals
My children have lots of goals. Here are a few of them:
Patton likes to see how many steps he can take before he falls, how many times he can grab the phone without me seeing him, how many buttons he can push before I catch him, how much TP he can unroll before I stop him, how many times a day he can tip over the dogs water bowl. As I write this I'm thinking that it sounds like I never watch my son, let me assure you that any of these take less than 10 seconds!
Isabella on the other hand has a goal of how many times a day she can make me laugh or strangle her, I haven't decided what one it is yet. If I get up from what I'm reading she'll hide it. If we're at the grocery store she'll put her hands on something cold and then put her hands on my bare back. It's quite funny to the other people in the meat department.
Disclaimer
This will not be a very exciting blog. It is for people who I mean to call all the time to let the know what is going on with my life,but never do. It will contain kid stories and pictures. Complaints about my husband(I don't mean 99.9% of them). I will rant about being at home with a preschooler that thinks she is a Princess and a toddler that can only be described as a monster.
