There is a lot of snow on my road. Tons and tons of it. We shoveled twice already and I'm planning to build a float in honour of the neighbour across the street who snowblowed the end of our driveway two times yesterday. He's my new favourite person.
I believe my van has suffocated under a blanket of the white stuff. Good thing it's a lease.
Spawnling has not has his diaper changed. He's been up for over two hours.
He is not dressed. He's currently wearing grey track pants, a blue dinosaur pajama top and a hoodie. He refused to take the hoodie off before bed last night and the track pants were a result of me not being able to get him a change of pajama bottoms on account of Gutsy trying to fall asleep when the "incident" occurred. Tres toddler chique, though.
He is not cooperative about getting dressed. He has the Rockband drum sticks and has made a drumkit for himself out of pots and plastic containers on the kitchen floor. What he hasn't used from that cupboard has been tossed across the kitchen in order to give me something to do today.
Spawnling's favourite saying this morning is "No, no, no! I don't want to do that! You go away!" While I'm grateful he has taken up speaking as well as he does, sometimes I wish he would also take up anger management. The two would work well together.
It probably doesn't help that he was awake until 11 last night because I decided he could use a nap. We cut out naps two months ago for this very reason. What was I thinking? Apparently I forgot to have my cold glass of reason yesterday morning.
Did I mention we have to be at a birthday party in 42 minutes?
Did I also mention I haven't wrapped the gift or purchased the card yet?
Did I mention I haven't had any damn coffee?
But hey, at least I blogged. Priorities, right?
Now, off to try and dress the octopus that is Spawnling.
I believe my van has suffocated under a blanket of the white stuff. Good thing it's a lease.
Spawnling has not has his diaper changed. He's been up for over two hours.
He is not dressed. He's currently wearing grey track pants, a blue dinosaur pajama top and a hoodie. He refused to take the hoodie off before bed last night and the track pants were a result of me not being able to get him a change of pajama bottoms on account of Gutsy trying to fall asleep when the "incident" occurred. Tres toddler chique, though.
He is not cooperative about getting dressed. He has the Rockband drum sticks and has made a drumkit for himself out of pots and plastic containers on the kitchen floor. What he hasn't used from that cupboard has been tossed across the kitchen in order to give me something to do today.
Spawnling's favourite saying this morning is "No, no, no! I don't want to do that! You go away!" While I'm grateful he has taken up speaking as well as he does, sometimes I wish he would also take up anger management. The two would work well together.
It probably doesn't help that he was awake until 11 last night because I decided he could use a nap. We cut out naps two months ago for this very reason. What was I thinking? Apparently I forgot to have my cold glass of reason yesterday morning.
Did I mention we have to be at a birthday party in 42 minutes?
Did I also mention I haven't wrapped the gift or purchased the card yet?
Did I mention I haven't had any damn coffee?
But hey, at least I blogged. Priorities, right?
Now, off to try and dress the octopus that is Spawnling.