Drool

My fall wants needs must haves

Sometimes it sucks not having a job. But only because I have no shopping money. HA HA

 

Passing on the neuroses

I have to make the beds everyday. I know that some people think “why bother, I’m just going to get in it again and mess it up”.  Here’s the weird thing about me - Even when I’m sleeping, I have to make sure the comforter and sheet are smooth. Basically, I like to sleep in a made bed. Sometimes I make the bed while my husband is still sleeping in it. That way, he can just wake up, flip the covers over and then flip them back in place. Voila, right? That’s not strange, is it? Am I alone on this? Hello? Anyone?

I hate the sight of a messy, unmade bed, although I did read an article about dust mites and how it is sometimes good to leave a bed unmade so that the sheets and mattress have room to breathe. Dust mites. BLEEH. When I pass a room and peek in, I don’t like to see anything out of place. The beds should be made, the blinds should be straight and the toys should be put away or lined up. Now, I am not white glove clean, but it drives me crazy if things are not at least somewhat tidy.

The other day, I went into my daughter’s room and noticed she had successfully attempted to make her own bed. I didn’t even have to ask her to do it.  I can’t tell you how proud that made me. Forget learning how to read, my kid can make her own bed!

 

 

Hello again

*Ahem*

Hello. It’s been so long I had to blow the dust off this blog, good lord!

For a while, I’ve been debating whether or not to continue this blog or just leave it be. I’m not sure what possessed me to log in (once I remembered my password - heh) but here I am. A lot has happened in my life since the last time I posted. Where to start, where to start. I suppose I shall write a list. Lists are my new favorite thing these days - grocery lists, cleaning lists, cooking lists. Wow, could I sound more like June Cleaver Kim or what.

Ok, here goes

* My MIL was with us again for five months but left in the beginning of April. I am almost rid of the pas/menthol and kimchi smell. Almost.

* When she left, I quit my job of 7 years to stay home with my kids. My husband and I were pretty much up sh*t creek with finding new childcare and we couldn’t afford a daycare center for two kids.  So here I am, at home with my children and enjoying every moment. Oh, and before this, he was a SAHD for about a year.

* My husband got a new job. It doesn’t pay as much as his previous job, so we’re a little tighter with finances esp since I stopped working. But we’re very happy. Funny how that happens.

* I’m pregnant with our third child. We’re going blind on this one and didn’t find out the gender at the ultrasound. How very patient of me. I forgot just how stressful it is to be pregnant. The tests, the aches, pains and the peeing. For the love, the PEEING. Seriously.

Anyways, I guess this is just a general update as to what’s been going on with me. I am so out of the loop with everything. I still read my favorites but not very regularly. A lot has changed in blog world it seems. I have been noticing the increasing attention being paid to blogs in the media, which is pretty cool.

Ok, I have no point and no way to cleanly end this post, so this is it for now.

Peace.

 

 

Hey, it’s only been four months

Dayam gina, how long has it been?!?!

Oh… that long? Whoops.

Anyways, I interrupt this blogging silence to bring you this excellent MSN article

 http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20121799/site/newsweek/

All I can say to this is AMEN. It’s about time women got over themselves about this topic already.

 

Monday. I’m so tired.

Kid,

You’re cute and all, but here’s the thing. We have got to talk about this waking up three times a night thing. C’mon now. Remember those days when I would have to wake you up to shove a boob in your mouth?

Remember? REMEMBER? Of course not!

It is now a nightly ritual for you to wake up at 12:00. And then, two hours later. A mere two hours! You wake up again. Gurgling and screeching in your crib. I shove a pacifier in your mouth, desperate to stave off your hunger for another hour or so. But to no avail. Screech, Screech, Screech. I grumpily roll out of bed, grab you by the pj’s and nurse you with my eyes closed. 10 minutes later, you are peacefully mumbling to yourself and I lay you back down. Then? Two! more! hours! later! you insist on even more sustenance. Incidentally, once I nurse you for the last time before going to work, you decide to let Daddy sleep in and do not wake up for another four hours or so.  How lucky for Daddy. Oh, and by the way, that’s not funny.

By this time, the sun is rising and Mama needs to throw herself in the shower, headfirst. If I’m really tired, I wash my hair sitting down in the tub. That’s more than a little pathetic, isn’t it? I know. Cannot be helped. I’m tired. My eyes look like they’re about to go on vacation, because the bags? They are packed. My clothes all have that familiar wrinkle to them and my hair is wack. Wiggity wiggity wack. See? I’m quoting bad rap. Something must be done. 

Ok, I am off to go appear busy and work and drain yet another fruitless cup of coffee. I’ll wait for the day you decide to do me a huge favor and sleep.For at least 3 or 4 hours. Maybe. MAYBE. Even through the night? Please? But until then, I suppose you can use your dashing good looks and toothless grin to charm me in the middle of the night.