[ mindless babble]
Today was a shitty day. Not “You’ve smashed the new car”-shitty. Not “you’ve got a trendy incurable disease” shitty. Not “Your favorite actor died” shitty. Just the kind of shit ball that really hasn’t happened since I left the paying job world. You know, the " Today, I must be a statue and, oh look, there’s a whole flock of pigeons." kind of day.
Packed up the kids and went to Borders Books to buy a gift certificate and book. Had the book waiting for me at the counter because going to a bookstore with a toddler who *loves *books is always hectic. After buying what I needed, hit the kids department and my son decides to spit when he saw me put his toy truck away, of which I accidently dropped on my daughters head and set her off to scream like she had a toy truck dropped on her head. (He spits when he doesn’t get his way.It’s a precursor to a grand mal tantrum.) I threw him over my shoulder, picked up my daughter in her car seat and trotted out of there. Heading off tantrum and probably saving me money anyways.
Winds up to 50 mph ripped through the area today. A semi big dead tree blew right over across the road and smack dab in the middle of my drive way.I had to get on to my property by driving down the private drive that runs along side our property and drive across my back yard.
Fortunately, the tree being dead for years, it was rotten and two guys were able to push it mostly to the side for the five or six cars an hour that go down my dirt road to pass. God forbid the physco mail (rural route) lady can’t drive past it. (She chucks packages from her car window onto the lawn. Doesn’t even attempt to put it near the house.)
Speaking of nuts…
Dog went nuts at all the wind, even though the moronic canine was outside, and decided she wanted to burrow through our doorwall to come inside. I would have let her in on the first bark if I weren’t upstairs on the toilet. Haven’t told hubby yet about the new scratches.
Speaking of Hubby…he’s got broncitis, that son and daughter have fought off for the past week. Me too, but having been sick as a dead cow in December for weeks, what I have is a walk in the park.
Son did not take a nap this afternoon and for the first time since he was born drove me nuts today.Lack of sleep from last night played a large part in my low energy.I know, I know: If kids don’t get “good” attention from mommy, they will try for “bad” attention. Mommy was a little preoccupied with the damn tree in the driveway until the nice men moved it. I tried to hypnotize the small child with Barney, but he’s on to my evil plan.
Trying to decide whether or not to keep up breastfeeding.The baby takes forever to nurse. It’s usually an hour of sitting there while she dawdles. Do this six times a day and it just sucks ( no pun intended) any chance of getting anything done or getting into a rymth of the day. It’s easier with formula as I can prop the bottle up with a blanket and self feed hungry child #2. Maybe I’ll pump for awhile.Hubby supports me either way, but I feel like such a failure if I don’t at least do it for a couple of months.
By the time Hubby got home, I was wilted. Left him with the kids and I did some errands. I feel much better now and it all doesn’t seem so shitty.
If I could have gotten into SD today, I would have never left the house and you would have not had to endure this brain fart.