Tonight I shall have a Caramilk Bar. It will be my first official stay-at-home-maven bonbon! There is more "Dead Like Me" on the agenda this evening, if Geekster can keep his eyes open.
Personally, I slept hardly a wink last night. Fitful sleep disturbed by some mild anxiety and a preschooler with nightmares who took up the middle half of the bed. He might sleep on his own nearly every night now, but when he does come in he loves to snuggle. Pregnant ladies don't do snuggling well, I've realized. I couldn't get comfortable to save my life!
Today was supposed to be simple:
- Wake up well-rested
- Welcome Daycare Boy and Girl for a jolly good half day
- Wrap the goodbye little gifts I picked up for them last night with a tear in my eye
- Watch the children play happily in the backyard for most of the morning
- Leave Daycareville shortly after lunch when their mom picked them up
- Have a bath
- Head to my prenatal
- Go to Tim Hortons
- Come home and do a little jig
Instead:
- Wake up early feeling like I have 10 pound weights attached to my eyelids
- Get a half-decaf coffee at Tim Hortons because I'm tucking fired and I need some oomph to get me through my half and final work day
- Welcome Daycare Boy and Girl for what should have been a halfday, but ended up being until 2:15pm, and that was only AFTER she said she wanted to pick them up at 3:30pm, and AFTER I reminded her of my prenatal and how Geekster couldn't make it home because he had meetings and I had to bring my children and there was no way I could handle bringing FOUR children, and AFTER she told me she had a presentation and must have forgotten about my prenatal
- Called Thac0 and bitched loudly about how this was my higher power's way of ensuring that I never forget what a crap job this daycare thing can be (she gets extra karma points for dealing with my spazzy self several times today)
- Had Daycare Mom call me back and say that her friend would pick them up at 2:15
- Dealt with several children squabbles and much drama, including a few crying sessions from Daycare Boy and an outright fit from Daycare Girl because I woudn't put her shoe on
- Picked up after Daycare Girl as she emptied an entire box of tissue paper on the floor, all of Gutsy's flushable wipes into the tub and ran around the house with spools of ribbon
- Wrapped gifts for Daycare Boy and Girl in between the chaos, choosing to write them each a little note letting them know that I'll miss them (THEM, not the job. No, I didn't write that.)
- Stayed in Daycareville until 2:15, watching the clock and pacing like a hyena (and looking like a hyena, too, with my lack of sleep)
- Ended my day promptly at 2:15 when Daycare Mom's friend pulled up in the Minivan o' Estrogen (three girls! She's, like, the anti-Maven!) and said goobye to the sweeties
- Did not get my bath due to time restraints
- Took Intrepid and Gutsy to my prenatal, which was - you guessed it - incredibly chaotic as a result
- Came home, walked to Tim Hortons and had Intrepid buy us stuff with his money because I realized that I didn't have any of my own and I'm a really bad, selfish, evil mother who likes her coffee too much (thankfully he was really proud to be treating us because he's cute that way. And he gets more allowance tomorrow. Did I mention that he's smart?)
- Made a homemade pizza and kicked back to read and watch Oprah. No bonbons, though. Only a donut.
So the day turned out to be much crazier than anticipated. But it is OVER! And I can
relax and enjoy the rest of the summer with my boys. Then I have to do that whole, you know, writing thing that I promised myself I'd do. Supplemental incomes do help. Especially when the income tax people are asking for the, um, income tax that you still need to pay. Yuck. But that's not the important thing.
I'm a stay-at-home-mom again! A full-fledged mom who looks after her own kiddoes and gets to dedicate 100% of her time to them! Now they can be the only ones to drive me crazy. And I won't get paid to have them do it. And I can't write off the house anymore. Damnit, I'm starting to feel a bit ripped off, here...
Off for more decompression. Dead Like Me + chocolate bar. YES!
Personally, I slept hardly a wink last night. Fitful sleep disturbed by some mild anxiety and a preschooler with nightmares who took up the middle half of the bed. He might sleep on his own nearly every night now, but when he does come in he loves to snuggle. Pregnant ladies don't do snuggling well, I've realized. I couldn't get comfortable to save my life!
Today was supposed to be simple:
- Wake up well-rested
- Welcome Daycare Boy and Girl for a jolly good half day
- Wrap the goodbye little gifts I picked up for them last night with a tear in my eye
- Watch the children play happily in the backyard for most of the morning
- Leave Daycareville shortly after lunch when their mom picked them up
- Have a bath
- Head to my prenatal
- Go to Tim Hortons
- Come home and do a little jig
Instead:
- Wake up early feeling like I have 10 pound weights attached to my eyelids
- Get a half-decaf coffee at Tim Hortons because I'm tucking fired and I need some oomph to get me through my half and final work day
- Welcome Daycare Boy and Girl for what should have been a halfday, but ended up being until 2:15pm, and that was only AFTER she said she wanted to pick them up at 3:30pm, and AFTER I reminded her of my prenatal and how Geekster couldn't make it home because he had meetings and I had to bring my children and there was no way I could handle bringing FOUR children, and AFTER she told me she had a presentation and must have forgotten about my prenatal
- Called Thac0 and bitched loudly about how this was my higher power's way of ensuring that I never forget what a crap job this daycare thing can be (she gets extra karma points for dealing with my spazzy self several times today)
- Had Daycare Mom call me back and say that her friend would pick them up at 2:15
- Dealt with several children squabbles and much drama, including a few crying sessions from Daycare Boy and an outright fit from Daycare Girl because I woudn't put her shoe on
- Picked up after Daycare Girl as she emptied an entire box of tissue paper on the floor, all of Gutsy's flushable wipes into the tub and ran around the house with spools of ribbon
- Wrapped gifts for Daycare Boy and Girl in between the chaos, choosing to write them each a little note letting them know that I'll miss them (THEM, not the job. No, I didn't write that.)
- Stayed in Daycareville until 2:15, watching the clock and pacing like a hyena (and looking like a hyena, too, with my lack of sleep)
- Ended my day promptly at 2:15 when Daycare Mom's friend pulled up in the Minivan o' Estrogen (three girls! She's, like, the anti-Maven!) and said goobye to the sweeties
- Did not get my bath due to time restraints
- Took Intrepid and Gutsy to my prenatal, which was - you guessed it - incredibly chaotic as a result
- Came home, walked to Tim Hortons and had Intrepid buy us stuff with his money because I realized that I didn't have any of my own and I'm a really bad, selfish, evil mother who likes her coffee too much (thankfully he was really proud to be treating us because he's cute that way. And he gets more allowance tomorrow. Did I mention that he's smart?)
- Made a homemade pizza and kicked back to read and watch Oprah. No bonbons, though. Only a donut.
So the day turned out to be much crazier than anticipated. But it is OVER! And I can
relax and enjoy the rest of the summer with my boys. Then I have to do that whole, you know, writing thing that I promised myself I'd do. Supplemental incomes do help. Especially when the income tax people are asking for the, um, income tax that you still need to pay. Yuck. But that's not the important thing.
I'm a stay-at-home-mom again! A full-fledged mom who looks after her own kiddoes and gets to dedicate 100% of her time to them! Now they can be the only ones to drive me crazy. And I won't get paid to have them do it. And I can't write off the house anymore. Damnit, I'm starting to feel a bit ripped off, here...
Off for more decompression. Dead Like Me + chocolate bar. YES!