The cuteness - weekend edition

Bad Haiku Friday

Children Melting Down
Tears, screams, tantrums, flailing limbs
It's past their bedtime

Stanley Cup Finals
Hossa I think you screwed up
Go Pittsburgh Penguins

It is very long
With no hope of getting done
Husband's to do list

Stepped in something wet
Who the hell peed on the floor
Way too many cats

My darling children
I love you so very much
Please sleep through the night

20 Random Things : Me

After complaining that nobody ever tagged me in 20 random things, I still haven't bothered to bore everyone with ones about me.
1. I refuse to kill anything, it makes me feel way too guilty. I don't let other people kill things in my house either, karma people.
2. I am very very very squeamish
3. I take a picture of each of my children every day, God bless digital cameras
4. I dislike raw tomatoes
5. I am a grocery store nerd. I love checking out new stores. I wish I lived near a Publix, they are awesome.
6. I don't wear make up, I am too lazy and I have no idea what I'm doing
7. I was on jury duty once for over three months
8. I am scared of depths but heights don't really bother me
9. I didn't pass my driver's test on the first try. A school bus put on its lights RIGHT as I was passing it and I didn't have time to stop. The tester disagreed. Since then I have always been VERY paranoid when I see a school bus. F'real that kid would've had to jump out of a moving bus to be in danger...
10. I must have Chap stick with me at all times.
11. When I get stressed out my feet hurt. I'm not sure what's up with that one.
12. There were only 3 people in my senior class in high school
13. I'm very weird about medicine. I get a little nervous even taking Tylenol.
14. I love going to the beach, but don't particularly care for the sand. I prefer to sit on the deck and just look at it.
15. I wasn't allowed Happy Meals or Play Doh when I was a kid. My daughter gets both as often as she wants. Yes she gets the Play Doh in the carpet and no I do not care. :)
16. I can follow two conversations at the same time as a result of growing up in the same house as my parents who talk at the same time
17. I used to love candles, incense and scented lotion but since having kids can't stand the smell for the most part.
18. Only one room in my house still has white walls and I have plans for those.
19. I have only seen one episode of American Idol
20. I haven't been inside a movie theater in almost 2 years

Wordless Wednesday

Y'all gone make me lose my mind..

Cue tiny violins: I'm pretty sure I'm losing it. Most days are okay, some days great. But man the bad days really suck. I feel like I'm dragging myself along. We haven't gotten much sleep the last three nights. Weebs has been waking up super early and coming downstairs and having a really hard time getting back to sleep. Lots of crying and tantrums etc. It's like she wants to go back to sleep but can't. Last night I probably got a sum total of 4 hours of sleep with no two of those coming back to back. The two nights before were a little better but not by much. I cannot tolerate my baby being upset. I just can't and I know I'm going to have to get over it a little because kids will get sick, they'll be upset or mad or sad and I won't always be able to fix it as much as that kills me. When I got home from work today she wasn't feeling well. I took her to the peds and saw a Dr we'd never seen before. He diagnosed her problem as diaper rash. Do huh? I just took my nearly two year old to the doctor for a diaper rash. Admittedly she's never had one.. I don't know how because her skin is kinda fragile what with the eczema and all. And seriously it looks like some scary #$@*. But I still can't believe I did that. It's like the time I took my dog to the vet because I thought she had a mysterious lump and it turned out to be a tick. Helllooo dumbass. I'm pretty sure the vet still pokes fun at me behind my back over that one. Anyway, it was just a rough day. Not enough sleep, a total panic over Weebs feeling bad, I smashed my hand a few days ago and it still hurts so I'm figuring I might need to find time to get that looked at, oh and did I mention I'm crazy? I think that's where I was going with this. I'm thinking this PPD might be lingering just a little too long for my liking. I'm ready to kick the weepy days, the days where I cannot drag my sorry self off the floor, the days where I worry about everything so much that I find myself worrying if I'm worrying too much. But then again, I worry about trying to fix it too. I've never taken anything for my anxiety. What if it makes it worse?

Look out Jeff Foxworthy...

You might be a parent if:

Your blender is located on your back porch so that drinks can be made after the little ones fall asleep without waking anyone.

Even though your wallet has tons of spaces for cards etc, everything is crammed into the large section because your toddler has taken everything out so many times and left it on the floor you're tired of putting it back.

You do at least two loads of laundry a day. And that's a slow day.

You have about a hundred magnets that go on the fridge, but the majority of them are on the kitchen floor. Why is it so fun to throw them on the floor? I hope to be able to get an answer on that one of these days.

Finding chicken nuggets on the floor of your car isn't the least bit unusual.

Your home is a veritable wind tunnel of white noise to prevent this one from waking that one from waking you.

You consider a good night's sleep anything over four hours.

You haven't had a bath that was over 100 degrees in months because you are usually sharing it with someone two feet tall. Adding insult to injury are the fifty bath toys in the tub with you. And occasionally stickers. And occasionally food.

It takes you a minimum of thirty minutes to get out the door to do anything, even walk to the mailbox.

You have a minivan and are able to fully realize what a fantastic invention it was.

A case of the blahs

I'm having a hell of a time getting up off my ass these days. And then I feel incredibly guilty that I haven't done anything superfantasticfun with the kids and then I feel like a horrible mom and then I want to crawl under the covers and hide. Which doesn't help with the getting up off my ass any. I don't know what is wrong. I really want to do fun things with them but I'm either lacking the energy, motivation or intelligence to come up with and execute them. I take them to the park pretty much once a week but sometimes we only stay five or ten minutes. The Weebs loved it the first few times but now spends the entire time we are there having a fit to do something else. On the slides? SWING SWING she demands. So I put her in a toddler swing, OTHER ONE OTHER ONE she insists. So we move to the next toddler swing... nope. Then I swing with her in one of the big kid swings. She wants us to swing in a different one. And on and on it goes. I end up exhausted and she seems dissatisfied every time. I've also been taking her to the library every Friday. This seems to be going well. They have puzzles she likes to do and we get half dozen new books to read each week. The girl loves her books. We easily read twenty five or thirty books a day. But still this outing only really takes about half an hour. I don't have my kids in any of the myriad of toddler classes, Gymboree, Little Gym, Kindermusik. Are they worth it? I don't know. I guess I should look into it. I've been meaning to, really. Some days it seems like I manage little more than basic house maintanance, keeping everyone fed and in clean diapers and updating twitter. Priorities people. So is it persisting PPD? Laziness? Do I need some meds, a pep talk, a drink, a nanny, a kick in the backside? Or maybe just some good ideas?