bad day
Today is not a good day. In fact there have been quite a few not good days around here recently.
I’m tetchy and a bit depressed. I’m soldiering on but I’m sure I am no joy to hang around with.
Jack is heinous right now. He’s getting some back molars and is just generally 2.5 years old. Nothing is quite right for him. He wants the BLUE pacifier and that is the wrong wrong wrong sippy cup top, woman! get with the program! Also! How dare you try to go to the bathroom with out me?! I must shut the toilet cover on you and repeated flush the toilet! Want TV! Want milk! Want legos! Things are not right! fix it! read my mind! No I do not have to pee! No! I will not wear a diaper! WAAA! I’ve peed on myself! FIX IT! NO! I will not nap!
Fix it indeed.
I shall fix it by buying a pack of cigarettes and some cheap booze and chain smoking in a corner for 3 days. oh yes. I might cry some more too.
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September 15, 2009 at 6:41 pm
This could be the part where I spout the old maxims and proverbs: This, too, shall pass…. Hang in there, kitten…. What doesn’t kill you…. etc
Instead, I recommend menthols and overly sweet white wine. And before the crying begins again, apply epic coats of mascara just so you can get cool “mommy dearest” type running mascara photos… Then, call it art, and know that once it’s art, you don’t have to explain it.
Hang in there, kitten.
September 15, 2009 at 8:15 pm
I concur with the mascara thing. Very good idea!
Bean is getting some molars too – front I think. When those bother him, there ain’t NOTHIN good. Elmo is the only thing that will stop the whining. Oh, and if I dare shut the door while in the bathroom, there is screaming and pounding and flailing. If he’s in there with me, it’s all hands touching the toilet – and me – wherever he can reach. Guh! Gross! Stop it! WTF?
I’m gonna remember this when he’s a teenager and be sure to wear hideously ill fitting outfits in a rainbow of colors with my hair in rollers and drag him to the mall where he’s sure to see his friends. Then again, I guess I was planning on doing that anyway.
September 15, 2009 at 9:15 pm
Baby D is going through this phase too but he already has all his teeth. So he has no excuse. Sigh.
September 16, 2009 at 7:51 am
oh i hear you
i buy my overly sweet white wine in casks and water it down with diet lemonade. i can’t believe i just revealed my filthy secret.
September 24, 2009 at 5:28 am
J-Le: brilliant.
Mascara: brilliant.
Lie on the floor and beat your fists and yell “No! No! No!”.
Patick has all his teeth too, and so has no excuse. *sigh* it’s just crap
October 31, 2009 at 8:09 pm
HA! I laughed out loud at this post because I could relate to every word. I have a son that just turned 3. I could have written this post.
December 3, 2010 at 11:29 am
Again, I’m a year and a half late to this post but… BWAHAHAHAHAHA.
Ladies, it gets better. I promise you, it gets better.