I’m in heaven. I’m sitting on my bed watching cable television. I don’t think I’ll ever leave my bed again. Forget couch potato I’m a bedfry! Although I really have to go to the bathroom right now and I don’t want to miss my show. Oh wait, I can pause it! Man, it’s kind of pathetic my level of excitement isn’t it? What can I say, I’m lame but at least right now I’m a happy lame, who’s doing the happy dance (although it’s quickly turning into the pee pee dance).
It’s funny how the things that thrill you change over the course of one’s life. Once upon a time flirting with a hot guy was a thrill, or dancing until 2am, or actually going out for the evening on the town. Now cable television is the highlight of my week. That and when the two year old amuses us by saying “GO” when we say “Ready, Set”. We are crazy people let me tell you, I even sometimes stay up past ten pm. What can I say I’m a party animal.
Meghan went to a babysitting course this past Saturday which also included basic first aid. During the first aid portion the instructor asked what they would do if the baby stopped breathing. Meghan pipes up to her friend “Hide the body, hide the body!” That’s my kid, although I’m not sure if babysitting her brothers after that comment needs to be reconsidered! She may have inherited my slightly sarcastic streak. (Scott, why are you always snorting when you read these posts?)
Do any of you ladies ever feel really tired at that time of the month? I feel like I’ve run a marathon and we all know that isn’t the case, the most exercise I got today was walking back and forth to the bathroom. Too much fibre again. I had to do some crop dusting around the office today so the smell of me didn’t kill anyone. I had to spread the pain you know.
Tonight after Finnegan’s bath I took a vodka cooler out of the fridge figuring I’d have a nice drink while Finnegan watched a movie and played. I sat in the rocking chair in his room and had forgotten about my drink, which was sitting on my night table where I’d placed it before setting Finn up. I was busy watching the neighbour struggle an old stove out of his front door to notice Finnegan has toddled off. Turning around I discovered he was gone and went in search of the little trouble maker. As I came into the hall the little bugger came out my bedroom carrying my vodka cooler and a smile. This demonstrates what a great mother I am. Don’t worry, I wrestled it away from the little brat, I needed that drink much more than he did!
It’s a good thing toddlers have small attention spans, he cried like I’d ripped his heart out of his little chest. Now he’s happily sitting next to me trying to put his finger into my eyes, ears or nose and then throwing the blanket over his head, pulling it down and saying “Boo” before giggling madly. He’s so adorable. Especially since it’s almost bedtime.
So this is a day in the life, not exciting, mildly disturbing.
My life is a comedy of errors with a total of four children (1 his, 2 mine and 1 ours), a husband, an ex husband, a full time job as a Manager and a warped sense of humour. Come along with me but strap on your seatbelt, and enjoy the ride. No throwing pop corn from the back seat.
I can almost see the look on Finn's face as he tries to run away from you with your drink.... he always looks sooooo slyly out of the corner of his eyes while he smiles that I have something I shouldn't have smile and then runs like the wind to get away!!!!
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