One Perfect Mess

Archive for March, 2011

The Weebles was sick yesterday. It is only the second time she has ever had a bout with throwing up. After yet another round of yuck I was helping her change her clothes. She sat on the couch shivering while I got her a new shirt.

“Here you go beautiful” I said to her and I carefully pulled the clean shirt over her head.
Sniff. “Mommy, I not bootiful right now” she said. Oof. How many times have I said that to my husband? I never think they are listening. It is so important to me that they grow up to like themselves. Looks like I’m going to have to practice what I preach on that one.

Two years of blogging. Woot! Unfortunately I haven’t felt much like writing lately. Or really much like anything else. Depression fucking sucks. But I felt like I should make some sort of cursory effort to smack something up here.

The Weebles is so grown up. She got accepted to the ooh la la genius private school in our area. Which we have decided not to take advantage of. God, I don’t know why. Don’t even ask. We have been back and forth so many times in the last week I don’t even know what the reasons are other than her tuition is twice our mortgage payment. I hope like hell she’ll get in next year for Kindergarten although I realize we may have just thrown away a golden opportunity for her. Eh, it is all part of my overall boo hiss attitude these days. She has started playing with her baby dolls, finally. I was getting tired of her loving on wooden Thomas trains. Her memory is insane. The girl remembers everything. Minute details from two years ago (remember she is only 3 1/2) she happily drops into daily conversation. No pulling anything over on her.

Meanwhile the Peanut is in supercutesville. He is all Mr. cuddly, kissy, put on a show, all grins and giggles. He speaks in full sentences which seems early to me for that but I might be remembering wrong. He seems to really like going to preschool. He is all about puzzles these days. He will sit still for quite awhile working on one and does great with the 24 piece ones on his own but especially loves doing the bigger ones if someone will put a few of the pieces in place and let him take it from there.

Smack… that’s all I got. Off to mope some more.

Friday AM

I woke up, it was like any other day. It got light outside, I had some breakfast and dove into my day. As I was traveling down a busy street all of a sudden people started disappearing. Within the span of ten minutes, all of my neighbors in my little town were gone except for a few. Something very weird is going on here.

Monday PM

Us few remaining inhabitants have banded together. We have begun to get used to this new reality. When out of the blue another one of us is taken. As if that wasn’t frightening enough then an entire building up and disappeared into the sky as well. Is this a dream?

Tuesday PM

Another one has disappeared. We are down to four. What will tomorrow bring?

Am I the only crazy person that sympathizes with the fish in my aquarium? Just me? Well alrighty then.

My oldest is three years, six months and twenty two days old. It had been that long since I had spent the night without my child(ren). With the rough plan to add to our family in the next year I realized that it might end up being seven, eight… or more years before I “got away” if I didn’t go ahead and give it a try. So this past weekend the husband and I headed a few hours away for a romantic weekend… errr trip to Ikea.

The in laws came in for the weekend and we hyped the whole thing up to the kids for a week leading up to our trip. There were some minor tears when we left Saturday morning but they were quickly forgotten as I mentioned that they might be going on an Easter Egg Hunt. The kids had such a great time that the Weebles has asked me several times since we got back if we might be leaving again with a hopeful look on her face. While I enjoyed going to dinner and shopping without chasing small people, I wouldn’t say I’m looking forward to doing it again. I didn’t sleep well and it was a ton of work getting the house in some sort of condition where I felt like I was comfortable leaving people in it. Please tell me I’m not the only one with closets that are so full of stuff that you open the door and everything falls out. Please? Well, at least mine aren’t like that for now. Everything is cleaned and super organized, but I’m sure over time it will get right back out of control. And I am going to make an effort to get away more often, even if it is just to go to dinner or a movie.