Tuesday, September 30, 2008

I have energy!

Where did this come from? In the last 2 days, I have cleaned the kitchen (both days), done loads and loads of laundry, straightened the living room, gone to the grocery store and I took my baby to the park.

And I still had time to play around on the computer and watch t.v.

What the heck??

How come some days I feel like death warmed over, and other days I have all this energy?

I even considered mopping the kitchen floor today! *gasp!*

I better come to my senses and go watch a movie before I actually do something productive, lol!

Friday, September 12, 2008

And so it begins.

The battle of the Sippy Cup vs. the Bottle.

It is a battle of epic proportions. Every parent goes through it. The whining....the crying.....the pouting. And just when you think you've convinced them to only use a sippy cup, the refuse and only the bottle will do.

I'm not talking about my daughter, mind you. I'm talking about MY HUSBAND!! He refuses to get on board with the sippy cups.

You see, my daughter takes them just fine. Sure she fought it at first for a while, but that was months ago. Now she takes them just fine for me. It's my husband that needs 'training'. As soon as he offers it to her and she shakes her head, he goes for the bottle. I swear, we take 2 steps forward and 1 step back. I am *this* close to throwing out all the bottles.

I had her using ONLY the cups for 2 days straight, and he comes home and within 5 minutes she's got a bottle.

"She wouldn't take the sippy cup. I tried"

Riiiight. Try harder! Give it 5 minutes and she will drink from it. I promise!

Seriously, I didn't know I'd have to battle my daughter AND my husband on every little thing!

Just wait until it's time to ditch the passy.

I'm gonna need a drink.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Taking care of a kid when your sick sucks.

It's damn near impossible to do.

Especially when your kid is at an age where she can't really do anything for herself, and wants you to entertain her 24/7.

And it doesn't help that I married a workaholic. Granted, he's a really good dad and husband, but he has to actually BE here to help out. And his one day off was spent complaining about a headache and being tired. (hey, join the club, buddy!)

But I'm feeling better now (thanks to spicy food, hot tea and Tylenol PM ;-)

And today I've actually managed to do a load of laundry and throw some crap together in the crock pot. Go me!! :-D

Man, I need a maid. *sigh*