Ironic - having a "potty cupcake celebration" at the park to celebrate 3 WHOLE DAYS of no pees or poops in the pants, feeling confident in leaving the house with one diaper and no diaper bag in hand, and having your two year old come up to you with pee soaked pants (despite wearing a pull-up at the time, how does that happen).
Pathetic - coming home from a true "Date Night" outing with hubby at the Oilers game (yes it's only pre-season but hey, we can't afford regular season prices) and upon arriving home while toddler is sleeping at Nanny's house we decide to flip on the tele whilst cooking a quick snack (hey, we can stay up and eat our kid is out of the house yipee!), we tune into Treehouse (as that was the channel on when TV was turned off of course) and it is a NEW Backyardigans episode we have never seen before. So here we are at 10:15pm, watching and engaging in intelligent conversation about the episode, who is Pablo supposed to be, are they doing a Robin Hood theme, what did Uniqua say...for at least 10 minutes before I realize what is taking place and put an immediate end to it.
Pathetic - (2) going to bed at 8pm on a Friday night, and feeling like you really accomplished something by making it to 10pm on a Saturday night.
Annoying - having a SERIOUSLY overpriced bottle of facial moisturizing lotion chewed by a neurotic bitch of an animal, not mentioning any names, the day after having the carpets cleaned.
Annoying - (2) arranging to have your husband child-rear every Saturday morning (in order to have a nice "morning off") by registering the child in gymnastics and designating it "Daddy/Daughter" time then having to jump out of bed 15 minutes before their ride arrives because Daddy doesn't set alarms on Saturdays and doesn't realize it takes more than 15 minutes to dress himself, a two year old, get a two year old to go potty (possibly a 15 minute event on its own), feed himself and a two year old, and get a two year olds shoes and coat on (at least a 7 minute event on a good day); after jumping out of bed to assist with said activities to then spend a half hour spot cleaning the carpet because daddy could not prevent dogs from running in the house with muddy feet, running upstairs (for which there is a baby gate to prevent from happening at all times as dogs are not permitted upstairs at our house) and leaving muddy footprints all over carpet (did I mention the carpets were cleaned very recently?); after cleaning carpet cleaning up a kitchen of half eaten toddler breakfast strewn about, milk sitting out on counter, cereal sitting out on counter, bibs, high chair tray, cups and utensils all strewn about differnt parts of the kitchen.
Annoying (3) - trying to go to bed early because toddler has given you its cold and then having toddler insist on being with mommy, and daddy saying "Okay, you go play in mommy's room" thinking he will sit downstairs in peace and watch football. Upon hearing from mommy that "NO!", it was Daddy's night to fill in, they both come into my room and bring toys, turn on the football game (which I was secretly planning to watch in bed anyway, but sans child and hubby) and bother mommy when really I just wanted to wallow alone in the dark.
Funny - when a toddler, after being told by her uncle, a few weeks back, that when she pooped in the toilet that she "dropped some nuggets" was appalled when I told her she was eating a chicken nugget today and then said "Noooo, mommy these are not poops". Good word association.
Impossible - that I can get any bigger, yet it happens daily.
Impossible - (2) finding shirts long enough to cover my IMPOSSIBLY large belly; how annoying to sport the fat old man bare belly bottom.
Suprising - after refusing to eat fruit other than bananas for the past year or more, my toddler asked for stawberries and oranges today, and ate both!!!
Uncomfortable - catching a cold at 36 weeks pregnant and trying to cough sans stomach muscles.
3 comments:
I had some crappy virus with the Princess and had to take codeine at night so I could sleep. This time, it was a UTI. The joys of pregnancy. At least there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Can't help you with your hubby, though.
My Stinker calls his diaper "treats" pancakes - which, ironically, is also his favorite food...
If the Dictator would just drop his nuggets in the can we would be all set. But NO he will pee in the potty then stand up and shit on the area rug in the bathroom.
Your husband? Needs to get a clue, just like mine, Steve seems to think it is possible to get ready and leave the house with a toddler in under 20 minutes. Yet he has NEVER done it in under 1 hour 15 minutes.
Also? Mens Wife Beaters from Old Navy - super long and you can wear them easily under your Maternity Clothing. Works for me.
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