Christmas was weirder than ever this year. Wasn't better or worse.. just weirder.. and much longer.
It started on Friday when Lily and I went out to pick up a couple of (pre-planned) last minute presents. We didn't go to the mall, but it still took us 15 minutes to get through the parking lot. (P.S. everyone has lost their minds.) That night some of Jason's family visited with us and his parents. We opened presents. And Lily played like a maniac with new stuff.
Christmas Eve was, thankfully, the only day that involved travel for us. Lily and I went to see some of my family, open presents (Christmas #2), and have "Christmas" dinner. And Lily ran around like a track star the entire time- my mom and I took turns eating and keeping her from destroying the house. For the drive home.. Lily was sound asleep about 3 minutes down the road.
The semi-procrastinators that we are, Jason and I were then awake until almost 5am (!) cleaning, putting together Lily's big gift, and wrapping presents. 5am. I don't even know where the time went. One minute it was 1:30 and the next it was 5am.
Of course Lily woke us up like 3 hours later for Christmas #3. But didn't even want to open her presents. Honestly. She just sat there and cried. Until she really woke up.. and realized what was going on. And then it was on..
She 100% ignored her giant, bigger than her, present and opened everything else first. We couldn't believe it. We thought she would kind of know what it was.. freak out.. and rip the paper to shreds to get at it. But she didn't. She opened everything else and said "it's just what I wanted!" every time. Then she took a break. And then after some encouraging, she opened her play kitchen. And then it was on.. again..
She played with it for the rest of the day. And anyone that walked by her room was dragged in to either have food made for them 20 times or get a 15 minute cooking lesson. She made everything she could think of.. and then some. Totally, totally worth every penny.
During all that, I had gotten so little sleep that I was physically ill.. after about an hour after waking up I had to go back to bed. Jason and Lily played. Jason drank coffee and fell asleep for a minute here and there.. and Lily played. When I woke up around noon, we switched. I played with Lily and Jason slept. Til almost 5 o'clock. Lily crashed around 3:00.. thankfully for me and a little peace. I cleaned up, did laundry, sat in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate, and enjoyed the quiet. I also did some online shopping. Also in peace.
Christmas #4 happened after a quick dinner (we didn't feel like making anything special) and we all opened things with more of Lily's grandparents. Bedtime was like a horrifying, almost 2am. Which was extra painful for me getting up for Target's 7am, day after Christmas opening.
But it was fun. I got plates, bowls, candy, wrapping paper, Starbucks VIA, etc.. all for 50% off.
And then came home and took a 4 hour nap.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Like a gift from above
My child has just fallen asleep. At 4 o'clock on a Sunday. No, you don't understand.. this three year old of mine just doesn't take naps anymore. Very rarely- hardly ever. Like.. two times a month. Maybe.
So the bad news is she must really be sick. Because she went to bed at 1 am. Or was it 2 am? I can't remember. And then she woke up at 8am.. so I had to as well. And we were up for 2 hours- until I fell asleep on the couch, for about an hour, next to her while she watched tv. But I doubt she even noticed I was sleeping. Or in the same room. She's like a teenager- whatever, mom, I'm busy.
I was praying she would have a nap today- so I could take one too. But now that she's actually taking one.. I don't know if I can sleep. Don't get me wrong.. 7 hours of sleep is nowhere near enough for this over 7 month pregnant, sick, mommy, but..
The fact that the little tornado is sleeping.. and the house is quiet.. and no one else is upstairs.. kinda makes me wanna do something. Anything. I can do anything I want.. totally uninterrupted. I could make something to eat.. in another room! Without having to walk several miles back and forth to check on my child because I know she's up to no good when she's quiet. I could.. go to the bathroom by myself and without fear she's hurling herself out the window, ripping the safety covers off the outlets with a fork, or covering the walls with.. stuff walls don't want to be covered in.
Man.. what do I want to do?! Sigh. All this excitement over endless possibilities of "freedom" is making me tired. So. I guess I'll.. just.. take a nap. While I still can.
So the bad news is she must really be sick. Because she went to bed at 1 am. Or was it 2 am? I can't remember. And then she woke up at 8am.. so I had to as well. And we were up for 2 hours- until I fell asleep on the couch, for about an hour, next to her while she watched tv. But I doubt she even noticed I was sleeping. Or in the same room. She's like a teenager- whatever, mom, I'm busy.
I was praying she would have a nap today- so I could take one too. But now that she's actually taking one.. I don't know if I can sleep. Don't get me wrong.. 7 hours of sleep is nowhere near enough for this over 7 month pregnant, sick, mommy, but..
The fact that the little tornado is sleeping.. and the house is quiet.. and no one else is upstairs.. kinda makes me wanna do something. Anything. I can do anything I want.. totally uninterrupted. I could make something to eat.. in another room! Without having to walk several miles back and forth to check on my child because I know she's up to no good when she's quiet. I could.. go to the bathroom by myself and without fear she's hurling herself out the window, ripping the safety covers off the outlets with a fork, or covering the walls with.. stuff walls don't want to be covered in.
Man.. what do I want to do?! Sigh. All this excitement over endless possibilities of "freedom" is making me tired. So. I guess I'll.. just.. take a nap. While I still can.
Friday, December 16, 2011
I'm laughing with you
Thanks to the recent release of the Babble top 100 mom bloggers, I'm discovering some new blogs. Today I found the Barefoot Foodie. And was reading the top-most post from today about being a sick mommy. (Which is ironic because I'm a sick mommy right now too.. although Thank God I am not a sick, throwing up mommy. But anyway..) I smiled at her use of the phrase "Target Matrix".. because it totally is.. I just didn't know there was a name for it. And then I read a little further.
Poor Brittany Gibbons had to pick up her children from school after puking, and sleeping, and peeing all day. What's a mommy to do? She "grabbed a handful of empty plastic shopping bags, [her] daughter, some body spray, [and then] shoved a Huggies Pull Up into [her] underwear, and climbed into the car." I lost it at the shoving of the Pull Up. I laughed. Laughed. Really loud. Out into thin air. And to everyone else in the house.. at seemingly nothing.
Lily came running in to me from her room, it was so unexpected- wanting to know what was so funny. I didn't know what to say.
"You'll understand when you're older."
But she kept standing there, because that was obviously a totally unacceptable answer.
"It was a funny picture," I tried. And she walked over to see my computer screen, because she likes a good laugh too. Except of course there were no pictures. She looked me right in the face, with a look like.. "why are you lying to me?"
So I read her "she shoved a Huggies Pull Up into her underwear." And I got a half-smile. Not even.. maybe a quarter smile. Because that's not even remotely funny to a three year old. How could it be?
"I told you you wouldn't think it was funny." She ran out of the room and screamed back at me "I don't care!" Which only made me laugh more..
.. I love that kid.
Poor Brittany Gibbons had to pick up her children from school after puking, and sleeping, and peeing all day. What's a mommy to do? She "grabbed a handful of empty plastic shopping bags, [her] daughter, some body spray, [and then] shoved a Huggies Pull Up into [her] underwear, and climbed into the car." I lost it at the shoving of the Pull Up. I laughed. Laughed. Really loud. Out into thin air. And to everyone else in the house.. at seemingly nothing.
Lily came running in to me from her room, it was so unexpected- wanting to know what was so funny. I didn't know what to say.
"You'll understand when you're older."
But she kept standing there, because that was obviously a totally unacceptable answer.
"It was a funny picture," I tried. And she walked over to see my computer screen, because she likes a good laugh too. Except of course there were no pictures. She looked me right in the face, with a look like.. "why are you lying to me?"
So I read her "she shoved a Huggies Pull Up into her underwear." And I got a half-smile. Not even.. maybe a quarter smile. Because that's not even remotely funny to a three year old. How could it be?
"I told you you wouldn't think it was funny." She ran out of the room and screamed back at me "I don't care!" Which only made me laugh more..
.. I love that kid.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
In the company of misery
I just want to curl up into a ball. And sleep. For 12 hours. With a pillow.. and blankets.. maybe even in the dark. And wallow in my sickness. Because that's what my husband gets to do when he's sick. But for me? It's just a pipe dream. Because I'm the mommy.
Although I'll admit (and knock on wood really, really hard) that Lily has been fairly good today. We only had one incident.. and it wasn't even a major one. But she was totally trying to push it in the direction of it being one.
She's watched tv, used on her iPad (mostly Mr. Bean and Simon's Cat), and played nicely (nicely!) while I sat on the couch. And sat on the couch. I almost took her outside for a little while.. but then I just thought.. God, I really don't want to do that. Thinking about having to get dressed and wear outside clothes and walk down stairs and be outside? It was a little too overwhelming. So I didn't even bring it up to her. And she hasn't seemed to notice.
The only appealing thing about being outside was that maybe it wouldn't be as horribly hot as it is inside. It's 40 degrees out. And the heat is on- which is not making me feel better. I've had the windows cracked open in the living room all day and even had to turn the ceiling fan off and on throughout the day.
I'm currently spacing out to Angelina Ballerina on Sprout (can I just say how disappointed I am that they brought Barney on board- thankfully Lily's shown no interest what so ever during commercials) while Lily half-watches and plays with animals.. and I pretend to forget their names so she can correct me.
Sigh. Can't someone just come home and feed me? And bring me orange juice? So I don't have to stand up? Or go into the kitchen and try to make complete thoughts about food preparation? And then I can lay down. With a pillow. And a blanket. Maybe even in the dark. And sleep for 12 hours. And not have to worry about being the mommy.. just worry about feeling better. That'd be awesome.
Although I'll admit (and knock on wood really, really hard) that Lily has been fairly good today. We only had one incident.. and it wasn't even a major one. But she was totally trying to push it in the direction of it being one.
She's watched tv, used on her iPad (mostly Mr. Bean and Simon's Cat), and played nicely (nicely!) while I sat on the couch. And sat on the couch. I almost took her outside for a little while.. but then I just thought.. God, I really don't want to do that. Thinking about having to get dressed and wear outside clothes and walk down stairs and be outside? It was a little too overwhelming. So I didn't even bring it up to her. And she hasn't seemed to notice.
The only appealing thing about being outside was that maybe it wouldn't be as horribly hot as it is inside. It's 40 degrees out. And the heat is on- which is not making me feel better. I've had the windows cracked open in the living room all day and even had to turn the ceiling fan off and on throughout the day.
I'm currently spacing out to Angelina Ballerina on Sprout (can I just say how disappointed I am that they brought Barney on board- thankfully Lily's shown no interest what so ever during commercials) while Lily half-watches and plays with animals.. and I pretend to forget their names so she can correct me.
Sigh. Can't someone just come home and feed me? And bring me orange juice? So I don't have to stand up? Or go into the kitchen and try to make complete thoughts about food preparation? And then I can lay down. With a pillow. And a blanket. Maybe even in the dark. And sleep for 12 hours. And not have to worry about being the mommy.. just worry about feeling better. That'd be awesome.
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