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Painted the garage door, cleaned the house, going to Joph's mother's for a delayed Easter dinner. At some point I need to take 1.5 hours of quiet to complete my practice exam for certification as a Translator.

Well, I didn't write so much at all. My actual day was more like:

5am: "Mammaaaa....mammmaaaa...I wanna sleep in yourrrr beeeeddd" Yes, yes, just get in and shut up and let me sleep.
7:15am: (holy crap, I never get away with sleeping that late) "Mama! Mama it's seven! Time to get up! It's light out!" This is said loudly about 1 inch from my face.
7:20 am: Smash calls to say good morning. I tell him to leave me alone, I just woke up and he's too perky. He informs me that he hasn't gone to bed yet.
7:45: baby is fed, Mama has had a cup of coffee. Mama calls Smash back to let him know that she's now fit for human conversation.
8am: First time baby pees on the floor for the day.
9am: Smash goes to bed.
9am-present: I've cleaned three rooms, cleaned pee off the floor five times and crap off the bathroom rug once (potty training is "the *****"!), washed two loads of laundry, cooked stuffed peppers and miso soup, killed a giant spider on the ceiling, inquired as to why the baby thought it necessary to pull half the leaves off my philodendron ("cause I'm making a pile to feed brother bear"...fair enough), put fresh sheets on my bed, moved some furniture around, and drank about a pot of coffee.

Predictions for the future: in ten minutes, I'll put the baby to bed. In twenty minutes, I'll tell her this is her last hug and she needs to go to sleep now. In 30 minutes, she'll finally be asleep and I'll settle down to veg out for an hour. This is when my mother will call, drunk, to ask me a stupid question. Two hours from now, as I'm brushing my teeth, Smash will probably call and wish me good morning, Smash time, haha.

Sometimes, I feel like my life is mixed up episodes of Ray Bradbury Theater.

Nexa

Keep a diaper on the damn kid!

Oh, well that makes sense. This is why I don't plan on ever having children.


Edit: Have you tried bopping her on the nose when she has an accident? And then feed her a Snausage if she makes it to the toilet.



Edited, Mar 29th 2008 9:00pm by trickybeck

Me and my mother went to where we lived back in the early eighties. We walked around the neighborhood for hours pointing out this and that and remembering stuff.. I could almost see myself trading Garbage Pail Kids cards up on the now non existent hill and trying to break dance on the sidewalks...

it was possibly the most civil and emotionally productive time that I have spent with my mother in years. We are going to make a "thing" out of it.. which works since we lived in so many damn places.

was nice

Poor Nexa. I know, potty training really sucks. PM me if you wanna exchange thoughts and ideas. Mia is day-trained now but it took us quite a while to get there.

I'd keep her underpants on, but then put a diaper over it. Reduces the mess, but still forces her to walk around with the uncomfortable wetness and poo-butt.

Chilli Diapers

Aversion therapy ftw!

Yup, and that's when he'll **** in your face.

Yay!

I spent the weekend causing trouble with friends and playing Smash Bros. Brawl, watching movies with the SO, and sleeping a lot.