1) The fact that the kids and I ate onion rings, nothing else, for dinner last night. They asked me to also make a smoothie (you know, the kind that has SPINACH, CARROTS and WHOLE FRUITS in it) and I refused grumpily because I didn't want to move. How dare they request more nourishment than onion rings? How incredibly selfish of them. To clarify, I wasn't sick, just so very tired.
2) All three of my girls said my eyes look SCARY this morning with disdain in their faces (I put eyeliner on). So you can see for yourself just how terrifying I look, with the crazy eyes and all:
At least I look sorta skinny in the picture (it's hard to take a picture of ones eyelids). Please note I am not smiling, lately it feels I no longer remember how. WAH WAH BOO HOO, can I get over myself already!?! Ugh, don't worry, I hate me too.3) When Justin rinsed out but did not return the blender to the proper location this morning. I cried & wondered how I could have gone so wrong when choosing a mate.
4) Remembering how I have to work in the church nursery in the morning when I HATE IT. I don't WANT to be with my daughter for an hour and a half every Sunday. I know, I should go straight to hell for even thinking of such things.
5) The fact that I have to survive 4 more months of summer in the hottest place on the planet.
6) We haven't chosen a name yet and can't seem to agree on anything. I have decided we should just call him "Boy".
7) The mail, laundry and dishes pile up faster than I can handle. Most of the mail requires money to be spent, which reminds me daily I should have married for money. If not for money, at least someone who would remember to put the blender away.
8) When Mary said "I like your hair, shirt, earrings" this morning. She kindly looked past my scary eyes. Then she thanked me twice for giving her a bagel.
9) Re-reading this.
10) A post on Pioneer Woman about a dog who reminds me of my first and most wonderfulest doggie, Lucy.
11) I gained more weight this past week than the last few months combined. Possibly the teensy bit exaggerated.
12) Kids bickering. Constantly.
13) Our standard neighborhood bass. And the low-lifes that play it. Who make me not want to take the kids to the park and move to Happyville, USA - population: not them.
14) The fact that our dryer takes FOREVER to dry anything and I so badly want a new washer and dryer; the realization that I probably won't get one until Boy graduates from high school.
15) The fact that my new niece, Sarah, was born yesterday!! The tears that accompany this are multi-faceted: 6 pounds of newborn goodness that I get to go snuggle today; my sister suffered greatly in labor; remembering that I still have 4 more months of suffocating heat and miserableness before I get my very own newborn squishyness (is that a repeat?); the dread of the drive to visit newborn squishyness; seeing and holding her beautiful cuteness for the first time.
16) The fact that I get to be part of bringing a new and precious life into the world and the shame of hating the process when I know others would love to be in my shoes.
17) The adorable laughter I hear right now from my girls playing and enjoying each other.
I should be good for awhile now. Let's hear it for dry eyes!!
13 comments:
I love your Blog! It always makes Me laugh...... And you look HOT in that pic!!!!
I distinctly remember writing a post about feeding my children leftover pizza for lunch and dinner one day. I was pregnant. They survived the pizza abuse.
I am pretty sure I would fully enjoy an onion ring dinner most days of the week right now. In addition we have had frozen pizza 3 times in the last ten days which is more than I can remember making one of those in last year or so.
And, I think your eyes look gorgeous and wish I knew how to put eyeliner on correctly because it never looks right when I do it.
lastly, if not wanting to work in Childcare at church makes you a bad person, then save me a seat next to you cause I hate it too.
Random responses: I worry that I'm not feeding my daughter the right thing. EVERY DAY. I think BOY is a perfectly fine name. At least no telemarketer will ever wonder if they should say Mr or Ms when calling to ask him to extend the warranty on his car. Thank God for air conditioning. We got a new energy efficient W/D and it is S.L.O.W. It takes two hours to wash and dry one load. I want my old wasteful ones back.
Keep your chin up, sweet Kristi. You look beautiful!
Now that's a list! Well, congrats first of all to the beloved families of Baby Sarah! So glad she is here! As for you my dear, this too shall pass, and we'll all celebrate with you when it does. Hang in there!
I really think Justin should learn where the blender goes:) I think you look great in the pic!
I love your blog! You always know how to express what I am feeling. It is so good to read that others are going through the same thing and that I am not crazy or going out of my mind. I have been so blessed with a great baby and sometimes I still want to go run away.
I have days were Paul never seems to do anything right and I just want to yell at him and cry all at the same time, but then I don't. I just bite my tongue and pray. So thank you for making me smile and laugh. I really need it. And I hope you get a new dryer :). Oh and I think you look great in that picture.
My favorite part: "Population: not them." I cried over my niece for the same reasons. I think I cried more about the labor suffering than about the Niece Wonderfulness.
I have garage band neighbors. Who play in the afternoon. When I want to nap. So sorry.
Yes--we women sure know how to utilize our tears for good things and bad!
Sounds like life is blissfully normal--cry about that :).
(p.s.--there have been many a night when I have fed my children nutritious dinners such as...cinnamon rolls).
Ohhh, those darn pregnancy hormones. At least you arent crying over commercials too. I can totally remember crying at that credit card commercial where you watched them get married, have kids and grow old. Bawling. BAwling. And if it helps, I feed my son french fries one night and nothing another night this week because I didn't have the energy to battle with him. And I am not pregnant.
I like the name Boy. I think BOY is better than allowing your kid to name themselves ... or better than what the weirdo lady I met at Pier One when I was pregnant with Eli told me ... "Her daughter (um ... still in the womb at that point) came to her (weird???) and told her to name her Holly." So ... here's to praying that Boy comes to you and offers you a bit of naming advice!
I keep thinking I have gained more weight in the last week than the last few months combined too, every time I get on the scales... then I remember that trying to follow your pregnancy weight is really confusing and I'm pregnant and I don't like watching the scales go up even if it is by a good, healthy amount... so I immediately forget what they said, and the cycle starts again.
Post a Comment