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Random Tuesday Thoughts: I’d better type fast before the kids wake up

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Yesterday I ate way to much frosting. Yes, I did. I told Lily she couldn’t have too much sugar yesterday because she would get a tummy ache, and then I kept sneaking bites of the giant cookie my sister-in-law gave me. Guess who got a tummy ache?

Last night I went to bed at 10, and nobody woke me up until 5:15. I got that kid back to sleep, which is unheard of. I’ve made up my mind…NO MORE BABIES!

But I love babies; their little fingers and toes; the way they coo at you and don’t talk back; wait, I’m getting sucked back in; I need to concentrate…how they need to nurse every two hours; the way they cry for 20 minutes to an hour every evening and all you can do is walk back and forth, back and forth, patting and soothing, while she snuggles into your neck…oh, no, think, woman, think…two hours of sleep, no coffee while breastfeeding…wait, no ALCOHOL while breastfeeding…NO MORE BABIES!

I love birthdays. I hear from people I haven’t heard from for a while. My brother actually called me. And not from a bar. Ha, ha, just joking, Mom. He never calls me from a bar! Well, almost never.

My very pregnant friend called me, too. She’s on bed rest right now…please ignore all that stuff I wrote about babies, T! Love you!

I think I still have a sugar high from yesterday.

Emmy woke up, and now she’s amusing herself by opening and closing the disc drive on the laptop. Really shouldn’t let her do that.

Only two hours to get myself and the girls fed, showered (me) and dressed. Seems like plenty of time, doesn’t it? Then why do I find myself screaming every morning at 8:59 a.m. “WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE!!”

Only one answer. Too much blogging.

Check out Keely’s random thoughts over at the Un-Mom. She’s sure to be more interesting than me.

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Random Tuesday Thoughts: Whoops, Sorry!

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After washing the vomit out of my ski parka, the zipper has never been the same. It broke completely at the children’s museum last Saturday. I took the girls there by myself while Ed was on a ski trip, and we had a great time. Except my zipper broke when I was trying to take off my coat. I couldn’t budge it up or down, so I had to wrestle it off over my head while trying not to let my toddler escape. Toddler between the knees, coat over my head, sleeves flapping everywhere, midriff flashing. Those North Shore parents KNEW I wasn’t one of them!

Ed was home in time for dinner, so we went out for pizza. As we were leaving the restaurant, I had a hard time backing out of our parking space since the cars were packed in. I heard a CRUNCH. “Don’t worry, it’s just a patch of ice,” I told Ed. “As opposed to what? Did you run over a patron of the restaurant? WHOOPS, SORRY!” he yelled out the window and started laughing hysterically. Lily wanted to know what was so funny, but I didn’t tell her that her father was laughing about the thought of me running over a pedestrian and then driving away. “Fit that into your blog,” he told me.

All day on Sunday, he told the girls, “WHOOPS, SORRY!” for everything. He finally had them saying it too. Anyone want to do a husband swap?

I love shopping at Carson’s; it’s close, sale prices are great, and my in-laws give the girls gift cards for Christmas and birthdays. I do have several gripes with the children’s department, however. There’s a huge shoe department for women and men, but no children’s shoes? How is this possible? You have three floors at your disposal. Put in a children’s shoe department! They don’t sell children’s underwear or other undergarment either. Even tights are hard to come by. So I can buy them a cute outfit, but nothing to go with it. Bugs me.

I just joined Facebook. When I log on, it asks me “What are you doing right now?” Obvious, isn’t it? Seems to me lots of people are definitely better than me at multitasking. “Hey, I’m at the bar doin’ shots, dancin’ on tables, hookin’ up, AND I’m on Facebook! That’s what I’m doing RIGHT NOW!” Here’s my multitasking. “I’m changin’ a diaper, shovin’ food in my four-year-old’s face, chuggin’ coffee and I’m on FACEBOOK!” Reality? I’m neglecting my children because I’m on Facebook.

Umm. Now I’m neglectin’ my children because I’m bloggin’, and I’m droppin’ my g’s waaay too much.

Gotta go. Check out more Random Thoughts at the Un-Mom!