* I miss Joe so much, some days I don’t want to eat/move/speak/get out of bed. If I don’t keep moving, if I let us lay around for too long, it gets really hard to get back up. Constant stream of activities – that’s the ticket to sanity.
* Today the apartment complex was testing their fire alarms. All of them. Even the ones inside my apartment. Repeatedly. The sound made my eyeballs want to shoot from my head. Thanks to this nonsense, there were no naps today. This is never good news for anybody.
* They will be testing everything again tomorrow. My fervent hope is that the second day they test the buildings they did not get to on the first day, not that our alarms will go off every 3 minutes for an hour again. Blegh.
* Jonas is really into riddles. A couple of days ago in the car he kept interrupting Mom and me to ask stuff like “What is red, an octagon, has the letters S T O P on it, and is on a pole?” (stole that one from Blue’s Clues) and “What is green, has the letters G O on it, and is on a pole?” (Answer: a “Go” sign. Thought that one up all by himself, including the proper spelling of “Go”. I was suitably impressed.) Today while I was trying to walk to Target he jumped in front of me and blocked the sidewalk -
- and said “You can NOT go past until you answer dis widdle! Der is a Daddy turtle and a baby turtle and dey won’t come out of the water.”
Me: And?
J: Dat’s da widdle.
M: Dat’s the riddle? They won’t come out of the water?
J: YES. You cannot pass until you ANSWER it.
M: Um…. the answer is… FIND THE MOMMY TURTLE!
J: …..
M: ……
J: DAT IS COWWECT! You may pass.
* Violet has not stopped with the guilt trips. She’s drunk on power. When I’m asking her to do something (brush teeth) and she’s not and she’s not and she’s NOT and I’m losing it she sits down on the couch next to me and says “All I need to be happy are some snuggles. I just love you. Why are you trying to make me go away? Don’t you love me? Don’t you love snuggles from me? Why do you want me to leave so bad? I guess you don’t love snuggling me anymore….. “ GAH!
* People who casually talk about how they turned their baby around in the car before it’s birthday because “He’s 20lbs – the seat says you can turn it around when the baby is 20lbs” make me want to go berserker – Wolverine style. Read your instructions, people. 20lbs AND 1 year. It’s not an either/or thing. The fact that his feet touch the back seat means NOTHING. When your kid is in a wheelchair because you turned him around before his spine was fully developed and then got into an accident, I’m pretty sure hearing “But you seemed so much HAPPIER forward-facing!” won’t make him feel better. (Sorry – preachy, I know. But if I can’t rant on my own damn blog then where can I?)
* After last weeks WHAT THE HECK?!?! extravaganza, this week’s Lost left me a little bit….. eh. Who cares?! (Although I am intruigued by the whole “shadow of the statue” thing. Hmmm.)
* Time for bed. Got another busy day of trying to outrun the fact that I’m miserable tomorrow. Goooooooooodnight.
I just posted similar feeling on the carseat thing. I can’t stand people who ignore carseat rules. I actually intended to say that I can’t stand it WHEN people ignore carseat rules, but I’m leaving it to say I can’t stand the people. Cuz it’s true; I can’t.
Si is into the guilt trip at bed thing. He lays in there and sings the most pathetic songs and prays outloud: GOD, I’M GLAD YOU LOVE ME SINCE MY MOTHER DOESN’T. Fun times.
OMG – the SINCE MY MOTHER DOESN’T made me spit out water.
I guess it’s funny when it’s not your kid.