and now I lay me down to sleep...
I feel your pain Jenna, today has been a bit of a rough day here too. I think missing daddy is taking its toll now, he comes home tomorrow though, thank goodness for Matthew's sake, if he behaves he may even get to stay up a bit late and wait for him, we'll see.
I spent all day telling him to stop doing things, I mean please, he can remember to say "idiot" and "stupid" all the time, but after I tell him not to come in with the toys he was playing in the WET sandbox with, tracking sand everywhere, he does it two more times. How many times must I say, you only need a bit of toilet paper, since when do boys even use toilet paper??? He shoves half the roll down the toilet everytime he goes. Then if there is less than 1/2 an inch left on the roll it must be thrown in the trash can. UGH!!! When there is cake for dessert, he has no problem feeding himself, but when there isn't, suddenly it's "mom can you feed me, I can't do it" and proceeds to let pasta fall all over the table, chair, and floor, where Eric is more than ready to pick it up since he's sitting under the chair like a puppy dog waiting for scraps. RuffRuff.
They are in bed now, but not without a screaming session from the baby, which never happens, don't know what is up, but I loaded him up with infant everything and he finally stopped. Funny thing is, if I picked him up, he was fine, so there was nothing wrong with him. But gosh darned it, if he's teething or has gas, a cough, or any pain what-so-ever, he's covered now for the next 6 hours. I come down to find I cannot even sit on the couch, hence why I am here, because it is friggin covered in toys, because god forbid they are left within reach of the baby, even the baby's toys are up there where he cannot reach them because in the world according to Matthew, his little stuffed doggie Rosie does not want Eric to have any toys because he might eat them and make them all slobbery wet. Kinda like my clothes since Eric seems to take great pleasure in rubbing his face into me while secreting disgusting liquids from his nose.
I'm fine though now, it's quiet, for now...
I spent all day telling him to stop doing things, I mean please, he can remember to say "idiot" and "stupid" all the time, but after I tell him not to come in with the toys he was playing in the WET sandbox with, tracking sand everywhere, he does it two more times. How many times must I say, you only need a bit of toilet paper, since when do boys even use toilet paper??? He shoves half the roll down the toilet everytime he goes. Then if there is less than 1/2 an inch left on the roll it must be thrown in the trash can. UGH!!! When there is cake for dessert, he has no problem feeding himself, but when there isn't, suddenly it's "mom can you feed me, I can't do it" and proceeds to let pasta fall all over the table, chair, and floor, where Eric is more than ready to pick it up since he's sitting under the chair like a puppy dog waiting for scraps. RuffRuff.
They are in bed now, but not without a screaming session from the baby, which never happens, don't know what is up, but I loaded him up with infant everything and he finally stopped. Funny thing is, if I picked him up, he was fine, so there was nothing wrong with him. But gosh darned it, if he's teething or has gas, a cough, or any pain what-so-ever, he's covered now for the next 6 hours. I come down to find I cannot even sit on the couch, hence why I am here, because it is friggin covered in toys, because god forbid they are left within reach of the baby, even the baby's toys are up there where he cannot reach them because in the world according to Matthew, his little stuffed doggie Rosie does not want Eric to have any toys because he might eat them and make them all slobbery wet. Kinda like my clothes since Eric seems to take great pleasure in rubbing his face into me while secreting disgusting liquids from his nose.
I'm fine though now, it's quiet, for now...
posted by Barbara at 7:31 PM
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