Dudes. This week kicked my ass. Today was a (literally) craptastic end to a pretty tough week. Surprise, surprise I'm finding that taking care of both Willa and Lowell is really not easy for me. (Throw in a diarrhea-ing dog and yeah, kiiiinda hit the wall.) Still too close to it to muster up the necessary perspective to write something cogent. Maybe this weekend. Maybe never. For now I am just going to go to bed and pretend today never happened and that the weekend will last forever.
B Roll
- A Little Pregnant
- Assertagirl
- Belgianwaffle
- Blooming Yaya
- BOSSY
- Chair
- Chookooloonks
- Citizen of the Month
- DadaMama
- Dirt to Dish
- Drowning in Kids
- Emotional Toothpaste
- Finslippy
- Flotsam
- Fluid Pudding
- Friday Playdate
- Fussy
- Gone Feral
- Apathy Lounge
- Her Bad Mother
- Hillbilly, Please
- Jennui
- Julia {Here Be Hippogriffs}
- Juliloquy
- Laid-Off Dad
- Langer Loksh
- Leahpeah
- Mamatulip
- Mimi Smartypants
- Mocha Momma
- No Pasa Nada
- Notes From The Trenches
- Notes To Self
- Orange Tangerine
- Paper Napkin
- Secret Agent Josephine
- Subvert with Heather Gold
- Supafine
- Techsploitation
- The Kilowatthour
- Thought Concoction
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sounds like you had a painless-mystery-illness-requiring-isolation-in -hospital-for-several-months-fantasy day... or maybe even a 25-years-incarceration-for-a-crime-you-didn't-commit fantasy day...(some days make 25 years behind bars look like a vacation)
*sigh* just think of all of the crafting you could get done!
you got a lot of good advice at your shower, right? remember to lower you standards, lower your expectations and remember to ASK FOR HELP. you know your friends are willing. just think if the situation was reversed.
this too shall pass. and believe it or not you will get to the point where you would give your right arm to hold your babies again.
xoxoxooxoxoxoxoxox
Posted by: kara | November 09, 2007 at 11:00 PM
I remember the time I went out shopping for bras and jeans (torture!) and totally missed what the 2-year-old did. Daddy told him to stay in bed for his nap and quit asking to come out...so when the boy pooped, he got undressed, took off the dirty diaper, stepped on it, walked around the bed with poo footprints, and got poo on the wall. Then he quieted right down, so Daddy went to look in on his sleeping child and discovered the poo carnage. The man cannot abide a poo carnage, so he cleaned everything up before I even got home.
It sounds like a fantasy, right? I swear I'm not making it up. There was a poo explosion and I got to miss it completely!
Kinda makes up for the times I saved the couch and rug from getting puked on by capturing all the kid's puke on myself, eh?
Parenting is hard work. This weekend, Madame B, is bound to be better!
Posted by: Orange | November 10, 2007 at 12:08 AM
My two are 18 months apart. My daughter hit that horrible toddler tantrum stage right after the boy was born.
I promise you, it will get better. Really.
Posted by: The Simple Family/sj | November 10, 2007 at 01:54 PM
Ugh, hang in there. I totally know how you feel.
Posted by: DadaMama | November 10, 2007 at 06:06 PM