Uninteresting and tiresome; dull.

I am pregnant and about to burst!  As a result I am tired alot of the time.  My son and I try to get outside as much as possible and stay away from the TV.  We go for walks to the library, the store, the park or just for a walk.   If we stay inside we read, play toys and make cookies.  However, a lot of my time is still spent half asleep.  I try to stay awake but this baby just sucks the life right out of me, so I must have my nap every day.

As a result I sometimes feel like I am not doing enough to keep him entertained and I feel badly about that.  The other day as I was putting him to bed for the night I said

“Do you think mommy is boring?” 

to which he replied “No!”

“Are you sure mommy isn’t boring?” 

“You are not boring mommy.”

“Thanks babe, I love you.”

*Pause*

“Mommy, what’s boring?”

Am I bored, or just sad…

It is very late… or rather very early depending on your point of view.  Whatever the time I must soon retire to bed.  I have to go to work tomorrow then I will be going to pick up The Boy who has been on a much needed vacation with his Nanny and Pappy.

I have noticed that while the darling little one has been away I have been unable to sleep comfortably.  No matter how much sleep I get I do not feel rested when I wake.  I have also accomplished far less than I thought I could.  It seems as though I have less time than I did when The Boy was here!  How is this possible?  My first reaction was that I was just enjoying my free time a little too much.

Upon further reflection, I think I just miss my baby.

Where have all the good people gone?

I have been trying to get The Boy in to a Daycare since last year. It was really tough, they are booked solid everywhere, and we are on a 2 year waiting list for our top pick! Ack. However I had a babysitter who was willing to work until I found a Daycare. Yay.

At the beginning of the summer, when I went back to work, I told her that I would need her 3 days a week and would only use her until I could get The Boy into a Daycare. She said she was fine with this arrangement.

Fast forward a few weeks, I find a Daycare. It is a home Daycare, but has all the elements I was looking for – more kids for The Boy to interact with, more structure and disipline, lots of outdoor play, (This Daycare has a fenced in park!) and a woman who The Boy absolutely adores. When we went to meet her The Boy didn’t want to leave! He cried. I mean how great is this that he WANTS to go to the Daycare!? I’ll tell you, its awesome.

So this Daycare doesn’t do weekends. Bummer. My Babysitter does. Yay.

So I have my schedule all set up.
Monday – The Boy is with Me every other Monday and in Daycare the rest.
Tuesday – The Boy is with The Hubband.
Wednesday – The Hubband.
Thursday – Daycare.
Friday – Me.
Saturday – Babysitter.
Sunday – Me every other Sunday and the babysitter the rest.

Well, the first week this takes effect I call the babysitter on Friday night to make sure she remembers we are still on for Saturday. This is the moment when she decides to tell me she will no longer be working for me.
Her reasons…
- I had guaranteed her 4 – 5 days a week work and she turned down another full time gig because of me. – I’m sorry, no. I never guaranteed her anything, and it’s her own fault she didn’t tell me about this other gig cause she should have taken it!
- This Daycare is just a home worker like her. – So that makes it not valid somehow?
- I am just using her for weekends because the Daycare won’t do them. – DUH! You’re a babysitter, it’s your job!
- If she works only weekends she won’t be able to do stuff with her own kids. - Ok, so before you were babysitting The Boy on Thursday, Saturday and Sunday with no complaints, suddenly now it makes a difference?

So can someone explain to me why she would quit when all the reasons she gave were bogus? I mean if you don’t like me, or just don’t want to babysit, say so. Don’t make up excuses.
And on top of all this I still owed her for a day so I sent her a thank you card. A thank you card!? Am I retarded?

Well Thanks for nothing, cause now I am royally fucked on weekends.

Saturday Photo Hunt

The Theme for this Saturday was “Love”

The Boy and his Nanny.

Happy Birthday baby!

Today The Boy turns three.

Thats right, I said THREE!

Holy sweet corn salsa, it seems like just yesterday I was holding him in the hospital.

Happy birthday to my baby.

Some peoples children.

The Boy and I went for a walk today. We ended up at the park where there were 2 women with 3 kids between them. The Boy loves seeing other kids, poor thing has no friends. I only have 2 friends with children and we don’t see them very often so The Boy tends to lose out on the friends front.
As soon as he sees the other kids he starts running and wants to do what they are doing. They are swinging so The boy wants to swing. They go on the playset, The Boy goes on the play set.

Now, The Boy is being a delightful child with these kids. He puts his arm around one of the boys and talks to him and tells them his name, and keeps telling me that “The kids are gonna slide with me”. I am so happy that he is having fun.

Then the kids are ignoring The Boy and then one of them tells him to go away. To which my son says “No, I can’t go away” and keeps trying to get them to play with him. Then another boy shows up and he starts playing. The kid who told my son to go away starts talking about him to the other boy, saying “we Don’t like him. We don’t like him, do we?”

What kind of people are these? It was just so arbitrary and mean. My son is all about making friends and playing with anyone who will. He never gets discouraged, he would have kept on playing in and around those other kids with out batting an eye. I however am not so forgiving. We left soon after, I don’t want my child playing with kids like that.

Its so frustrating, why do kids have to be so mean?

The first half of our lives is ruined by our parents, and the second half by our children.

The Boy is driving me completely insane. He has entered the lovely phase “I won’t listen to anything you say and will scream all day”. Delightful. Abso-fucking-lutly deelightful.
He has also decided that he will scream while he is laughing. The most annoying sound on the planet? A small child scream-laughing. Ow.
The other day he didn’t want to come inside, he wanted to stay in the car. Ok, I picked him up and tried to carry him inside. I stress tried. He squirmed so much I lost my grip and he fell and hit his head on the door. Way to go Mom.

I guess I won’t be getting that “Mother of the Year” award.

Today we went for a drive to run a couple of errands. I promised The Boy a treat if he would be quiet while I talked to someone. He screeched the entire time we were there, then tried to jump down every step on our way out. I picked him up and he freaked out the whole way to the car. I then informed him we would not be getting a treat and he would go straight to bed when we got home. So he rewarded me with a screaming rendition of “I want my treat!”, “We can’t go home! Home is bad!” and ” Don’t say no! No is yucky!”.

Can someone take him until he is 18, at which point I can release him into the wild?

BQotD from Chookooloonks
*Eventually I recovered (because you never want to show fear to someone who you think may be possessed), and I smiled at her and told her I was fine, and then she smiled back at me, and then she licked my shoulder.*

His parentage is never in question.

So today The Boy went to the bathroom all by himself. Yay!

Then he came out of the bathroom with no pants on and his underwear on his head.

He takes after his father, I swear.