Showing posts with label Toddler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Toddler. Show all posts

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Valentines or bust?

It's nearing 8:30 and Toddler girl woke up from her late nap almost an hour ago.  Bright-eyed and singing the theme to "Dora the explorer," Anna is ready to go the next 5-6 hours strong.  Add that to my luck of sleep-less nights and a rip-cord of a relationship and ...
we've got a great Friday the 14th shaping up.
If you had any concept of how many times Ive read this book to Toddler-Girl since February began....

I've attempted to make plans, to sell plans and to just hope for plans this weekend because last year was the tentative year, and this year was more solidified you know?
Well, scratch it, same as last year I'm not getting the time off previously realized {a morning to sleep in} I'm gonna work until I pass out and have no recollection that several cabins, and balcony hotels are now out of my reach.

When the doors close, I'm gonna take my bath, {and not break the piping of the 15yr old tub this week} I'm gonna shave those parts of me that those guys in health class thought came hair-free for girls naturally.  I'm gonna deep condition my 'fro and polish my toes.

I'm gonna get a six-pack of my cider-beer of choice and watch animation 'til I pass out.

What would I rather be doing to help those around me this weekend?


Be there for my beauty of a cuz Lil'Bit {a girl who really turned into a British little bite, sweet, scrumptious, none rowdy and committed to self analyzation}

Be there for MyMor because I don't want him to feel like an Asssssssstronut space case that I wanna kick in ze-face.

Keep my bro at 3yrs old.

Visit Nikki in her new place with a bottle.

Congratulate Rosie properly


What would I rather be doing to help myself this weekend?

... Now why would I..?

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Instead, I took WAY too long to open my yap about what would make me happy and how I would stay that way for more than an hr.  
I ate leftover meatloaf, a pear and 2 heart shaped donuts with sprinkles.  Drank a glass of my Moscato blend of choice, then Mymor and I attempted to watch "This is the end" before calling it a night...


The day after Valentines, we grabbed a bite at iHop {he caught breakfast, I grabbed lunch- they burned his bacon, and they gave e american instead of provolone} caught the matinée to the Robocop remake.
{featuring the watered down death-scene to draw in the PG-13 crowd} 

The movie gets a nod for not over drafting the "Robo's" in the title, the mainbot-cop-protaganist was an excellent actor for the roll and "hid his emotions well" for an actor.



we drove through the excess of fresh falling snow to Pathmark, bought the essentials for a snowed in night and es a nod for not over drafting the "Robo's" in the title, the main-bot-cop-protaganist was an excellent actor for the roll and "hid his emotions well" for an actor.


Sunday, December 15, 2013

Cleaning The pipes (TMI)


Firstly, big-ups to Shanda and Crystal {[Rustic Chick Moms on a lifetime mission]} and Secondly, until pics and graffiti font are added, this post is still in production.

My period started the day my toddlers donor called.

Yesterday was the first time I've heard his voice in.... ALMOST a year, (give or take 2months, 3weeks and 4days.. His inquiries can be summed into the parts he desires to be, where he is with his two other children and where he's just weird to me and why we never 'formally' dated (then again I'm more for informalities with pleasantries anyway)

When you're a parent, or play an active role in childs life (minimum of 10 hours a week) {[OMG, just realized I average 20 hours a day with my toddler]} you question the child more, and yourself less.



Here is a list of questions my toddler-girl's donor asked me to answer for him and here are the categories.

Father questions:

Daddy questions:

Donor questions: "Can I speak to her?" {(sure.. Call more, vist period)}
                         


After yesterday's emotional slap, and today's ground floor revisitation, I'm re-re-evaluating yet more decisions in my life.  After I took the assessment and then began the web search, I got caught in yet another tug-of-war between job applications.  It took me nearly 5 hours to shrug off the destruction grabbers.  {So who TRULY won THAT war?  ... some might argue, the distraction}


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