Zoey loves watermelon - she has since her first taste of it when she turned one. Here is our first really yummy watermelon of the summer.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
a taste of summer
a.k.a. trying to tame the monster...
Zoey loves watermelon - she has since her first taste of it when she turned one. Here is our first really yummy watermelon of the summer.
Zoey loves watermelon - she has since her first taste of it when she turned one. Here is our first really yummy watermelon of the summer.
Monday, June 13, 2011
the monster inside of me
I have a monster inside of me. I think I know where it came from but I'm not at all certain how to get rid of it. It is mean and relentless and oh-so-exhausting.
The monster rears its ugly head always when I am tired and the baby is crying and the soon-to-be-three-year-old is whining and the house is chaos and the dishes are in the sink and it says things that are cruel but very easy to believe.
And when a mess is about to be made or the baby is awakened or the soon-to-be-three-year-old doesn't listen or the husband is late then the monster really rages.
The monster's fury amplifies when the soon-to-be-three-year-old pees on the carpet and the bathed, changed, and fed baby cries for two hours straight and sleep for me is still 10 hours away. It exclaims, "You cannot do this! You cannot do this! You cannot do this!"
The monster makes me not want to do anything and then throws daggers of guilt for not doing all the things I am supposed to be doing.
And more exhausting than dealing with the monster itself? Pretending it isn't there at all. Saying, "We're great! Thanks for asking!" or "Yep, we're doing fantastic!" because, really, who wants to hear about the monster wreaking havoc inside of me?
The monster rears its ugly head always when I am tired and the baby is crying and the soon-to-be-three-year-old is whining and the house is chaos and the dishes are in the sink and it says things that are cruel but very easy to believe.
And when a mess is about to be made or the baby is awakened or the soon-to-be-three-year-old doesn't listen or the husband is late then the monster really rages.
The monster's fury amplifies when the soon-to-be-three-year-old pees on the carpet and the bathed, changed, and fed baby cries for two hours straight and sleep for me is still 10 hours away. It exclaims, "You cannot do this! You cannot do this! You cannot do this!"
The monster makes me not want to do anything and then throws daggers of guilt for not doing all the things I am supposed to be doing.
And more exhausting than dealing with the monster itself? Pretending it isn't there at all. Saying, "We're great! Thanks for asking!" or "Yep, we're doing fantastic!" because, really, who wants to hear about the monster wreaking havoc inside of me?
Thursday, June 2, 2011
history in the making
Never in the history of the world has this happened:
But it happened today!
TV on, toy in hand, food in mouth - fast asleep. This transitioning to NO NAP is slow and painful torture - for ME!
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