I feel like I keep writing posts and my butt just won’t get out of the chair. It could be because I know I have so much to do. But also because I know Graem took a doozie of a crap in her diaper and before I have to do anything I have to change the kid.
Yes, I’ve always been a procrastinator.
I just realized that I have so much to do before I pick everyone up from work and school! I have to take the dog to the kennel, take the baby to daycare, wash clothes, pack, pack the car, clean the house and somewhere figure out when I can wash and dress myself!
Why can’t we just get that third adult in the relationship? It would be perfect to have not only another income but another person helping with the day to day duties of life!
Maybe the good ole’ folks in Utah have something figured out that we don’t?!?!
Okay, so this is worth taking a little time out of my busy day to write about, because I just can’t stand it! This is corollary to my previous post on the topic.
So I just walked into the bathroom at work, to be overwhelmed with the stench. I figured, okay, it’s a bathroom–that’s what happens. I walked into my favorite stall (the big one), and there it was: a little turd on the floor next to the bowl. I wanted to run away screaming, but really had to go. So I did my business and just left. I did, however, change the toilet paper roll, which no one else in this building save the janitor knows how to do.
I know, I know, I’m the mother of a toddler, I should be able to handle this. But that’s different. That’s my daughter’s p00. This is someone else’s kid’s stinky ol’ turd on the floor in MY stall!
So tonight Grammy had an explosive diaper - I’m talking about p00 out the diaper explosive! In the middle of our birthday celebration for Lydia. Poor girl. I felt so sorry for her. But she was such a good girl and after we bathed her and changed her she was back to her singing self and fell asleep in my arms tonight.
Margot on the other hand is not doing so well. She got the pukey bug that I think Grammy had yesterday and all night she was running to the bathroom. She’s also running a fever and has the chills.
What’s worst is that she’s been putting in tons of hours because she has a major deadline so she’s really the last person that needs to be sick.
Gosh, I would have taken this one for the team. However, I’m a pretty pathetic sick person and don’t make for a very good patient!
Lately Graem has been saying that everything is “mines”. She is trying to take Bailey’s play toy away from her and she keeps saying “Give back, Bailey - it’s mines”.
At least she’s using somewhat complete sentences but I guess we should work on the whole proper English thing.
Tonight one of our friends came over and first Graem started gnawing on Bailey’s food. Then the dog started humping the cat as we were eating. Then Graem let out a big belch.
Quite the classy family I must admit!
The ongoing antics of two thirty-something *gasp* mamas raising our three-year-old daughter and adding another baby girl to the mix.