Dh woke up at 5:30 to get working on the house so I'm up, yay! At least I'll have some quiet time before Ari wakes up.
We have a family party at 2, right when Ari should be napping. He's been going down late and for a long time. If we wait until he naps we will probably miss a majority of the party. I'm thinking that we will try to skip the nap, I hope it doesn't end up biting us in the butt.
Being sick sucks. And my oh so cute kid keeps mocking me in his own raspy voice like he's a comedian or something. My poor H worked from 9am-1am so I'm trying to let him sleep, while doing the least amount of parenting I can get away with right now.
William nursed maybe six times during the night and his diaper wasn't super full considering. His diapers used to be like exploding with pee in the mornings. I'm so paranoid I'm drying up
I'm taking Emerson to see some reindeer today and maybe Santa again. There's a huge caroling event in my town tonight. My house has always been the place my friends and family meet at before they walk up to the event, so I need to clean today.
I've never actually gone up to the caroling because I've had Emerson and it's usually too late for her. I was considering taking her this year, but with her runny nose I'm thinking it's a bad idea. I'm really excited to take her to meet some reindeer today though!
I woke up feeling even better than I did yesterday, and DH was still in bed next to me, which means my sick snoring wasn't too bad. I like my illnesses like I like my men - rough and hard and done quickly. Ain't nobody got time for that otherwise.
T sneakily crept into my bedroom at 6am then stood silently next to me for a couple minutes before I acknowledged him. I was hoping he'd go back to bed if he thought we were sleeping, but no.
T sneakily crept into my bedroom at 6am then stood silently next to me for a couple minutes before I acknowledged him. I was hoping he'd go back to bed if he thought we were sleeping, but no.
It was kinda creepy.
When I was a kid I used to stare at my mom until she woke up. She said it was the creepiest thing ever.
Lillian wants to see Santa again so we are going. He was at her school on Wed but when it was our turn she wouldn't go near him. So we will see how it goes...at least she gets to wear one of the dresses I bought that have not been worn.
Oy that was a rough night. I guess that's what happens when the baby sleeps all day. I'm very grateful that my mom is taking Owen for the morning because I need a nap.
Though I really do need to clean the kitchen a bit before she gets here
Post by dixeedeluxe on Dec 20, 2014 8:27:50 GMT -5
I'm going to have a fantastic grown up night out IN THE CITY with my mom and sister! It's funny how excited I am about this considering I lived in the city for a long time. But I've been out here in the country so long!
We're starting here for dinner. The Owl Bar, which has been around since 1903. My mom's going to love this joint. It's cool inside.
Then heading to The 13th Floor for some champagne cocktails and an amazing view of Baltimore.
Both of which are located in the Belvedere Hotel.
Then, off to Center Stage for It's A Wonderful Life.
C25K...it works Seaside 5K...........40:45(2012) Turkey Trot..........41:30(2012)/37:08(2013)/37:40(2014) St Pat's 5K..........39:27(2013)/38:48(2014)/35:12(2015) Belair Town Run......38:09(2013)/36:27(2014) Back To Football 5K..37:36(2013)/43:44(2015) Balt Run Fest 5K.....34:59(2013)/41:50(2014)/35:54(2015)
DH is taking the kids out shortly so I can hang back and wrap all the gifts. Woo hoo, coffee and quiet shall soon be upon me. I'm so giddy.
Plus tonight we are going to see BFF for a nice dinner. She is making two different lasagnas and I'm bringing a homemade portobello, olive rosemary focaccia & an amazing dessert called chocolate toffee bar.
I still feel like there is something caught in my throat. At just before midnight I ran out to the pharmacy and got some Zantac hoping it was heartburn and that it would help. Meh. I did get some sleep but it still feels like a lump is stuck there. This is highly annoying. It's making me swallow a lot and that is making me gassy.
Post by Dorothy Zbornak on Dec 20, 2014 9:06:02 GMT -5
I took H to Build-a-Bear this morning for her birthday. She made a Princess Celestia My Little Pony. When we got home, she asked my MIL if she thought it was pretty. Fucking MIL was all, "I don't like things like that, blah blah." H was very dignified and waited until she was upstairs in the bathroom to cry.
I wanted to fucking kill my MIL. They haven't even been here 24 hours. Then MIL was all "Oh? Did I hurt her feelings?" She wanted to upstairs to H, but I told her to leave her alone. I also told her that if she thought talking that way to a six year old was a good idea, she'd have to live with the fact that the kid is upset. I went upstairs to find poor H crying. She decided that she wanted to do something in her room, so I went downstairs to grab what she needed. MIL asked if she could go to H, and I said no.
After a while, H felt better and we went downstairs. MIL apologized to her and now everything is fine.
But why does she have to be so fucking stupid?! I felt so terrible for poor H. My MIL used to say so many cunty things to me, and I hate that she made my baby cry. On her birthday!
I still feel like there is something caught in my throat. At just before midnight I ran out to the pharmacy and got some Zantac hoping it was heartburn and that it would help. Meh. I did get some sleep but it still feels like a lump is stuck there. This is highly annoying. It's making me swallow a lot and that is making me gassy.
I hate that feeling! I wish I knew how to make it go away. Hope it doesn't last much longer for you.
I took H to Build-a-Bear this morning for her birthday. She made a Princess Celestia My Little Pony. When we got home, she asked my MIL if she thought it was pretty. Fucking MIL was all, "I don't like things like that, blah blah." H was very dignified and waited until she was upstairs in the bathroom to cry.
I wanted to fucking kill my MIL. They haven't even been here 24 hours. Then MIL was all "Oh? Did I hurt her feelings?" She wanted to upstairs to H, but I told her to leave her alone. I also told her that if she thought talking that way to a six year old was a good idea, she'd have to live with the fact that the kid is upset. I went upstairs to find poor H crying. She decided that she wanted to do something in her room, so I went downstairs to grab what she needed. MIL asked if she could go to H, and I said no.
After a while, H felt better and we went downstairs. MIL apologized to her and now everything is fine.
But why does she have to be so fucking stupid?! I felt so terrible for poor H. My MIL used to say so many cunty things to me, and I hate that she made my baby cry. On her birthday!