How true this is... which only adds to my making-phone-calls-anxiety-disorder (a total medical diagnosis. I'm a nurse, remember?). For any sort-of phone call other than my family and closest friends, I end up locking myself in the storage room in the basement... which gets awkward when one of the girls inevitably starts banging on the door screaming for me or crying over something, which distracts me even more than I am naturally (which is significant), which then requires me to frantically run upstairs and do the silent glare/manic hand signals/SHUT YOUR MOUTH routine, which usually is not effective and results in a sobbing child in my arms, which is not conducive to ANY type of phone conversation, stranger or not. It gets awkward when you have to shriek, "YOU MAY NOT GO OUTSIDE NAKED!!!" in the middle of asking how someone's weekend was.
The comedian Jim Gaffigan nailed it with his talk about the stress of ordering food... You call up, they answer so fast that it doesn't even sound like English, you totally freeze and are like, "Umm. Do you have food there?" The absolute only place I will call to order is the Thai restaurant near our house. I realize that may sound contradictory, but I just have my order down pat so they can't trip me up with all of their trick questions. Online ordering = Amazeballs. Since I have probably convinced most of you that I am a total wackadoodle, I'll sign off now...
Happy Tuesday!!
And sweeping under your coaches is a downright terrifying event. Today's finds? They include but are not limited to: socks, bowls, earrings, blocks, doll clothes, cookies, money, underwear, puzzle pieces, post-it notes, pencils, books, game pieces. Oh and dirt. So much dirt.
Happy Monday!
This weekly chuckle is dedicated to my new dishwasher that will be arriving TOMORROW. #fact... you know you are an adult when you are really excited about getting a new appliance. We have been replacing the appliances one-by-one since we moved almost two years ago. Other than the stovetop (which will be thrown out the window and switched to gas when we finally commit to redoing the kitchen, aka have an extra schmillion $$$ to spare) the dishwasher is the last on the list. It no longer dries anything, so not only do I have to essentially fully wash each dish before it goes in the dishwasher, but then I have to completely towel dry each dish before putting it away. I kind of like to think of the actual dishwashing cycle as just a little break for me, since it would technically be more time-efficient to wash everything by hand. The picture above truly defines my dishwashing determination. I find my dishwasher-loading prowess pretty high on my list of skills. It is kind of a sense of satisfaction to get everything in there when it seemed impossible just a few minutes before. It is the little things, people.
Happy Monday!!!
You may think I have gone ecard crazy. Sort of. They are awesome, I make no excuses. So I have a feeling today is going to be this kind of day... I had child #1 come in bed at 1:45am after a bad dream. I then proceeded to sit there awake stressing about all the things I need to take care of (stupid ants before we go on vacation, remembering to ask someone to watch the dog, babysitters for future things, the current chaotic state of my house, etc). Then child #2 came in at 2:30am because she couldn't sleep without child #1 (I was still awake). Then child #2 must have had a dream about gymnastics because she drop-kicked me like 17 times (no exaggeration) in the FACE throughout the night. I actually was getting seriously angry. Like I kept spinning her around and just pushing her across the bed in the direction of child #1 and Matt. She kept making her way back to me...
So for today, my coffee is more like, "Come on, you can make it through! Only a few more hours until bedtime!" And then wine will be, "Great job, now you can sit down for longer than 12 seconds."
Happy Tuesday!
This encompasses mom-life before going out better than anything I have seen. Matt and I had this problem for a while, which would usually turn into a fight... which was really not fun. After a convo explaining exactly what I needed (aka him not taking a shower 10 minutes before we were supposed to leave), we have made huge strides in this department and he is incredibly helpful now. Sometimes spelling it out is all that is needed. Shocking, right?
Extra thought... a college professor told stories how she would just have a tantrum back, regardless of the public arena. She said, "You always want your kid to think you are just a little bit crazy."
Her other words of wisdom:
"Nothing good happens after 2am."--- totally agree
"Always know clean bathroom options on your route."--- Amen.
