Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Gas Prices


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I really don't think that any further explanation on this one is necessary.

Monday, August 29, 2005

TV or TB Test

Caitlyn needed to have a TB test done in order to start PreK in September. This irritates me as she had one done last August in order to start at her former preschool and the new school will not accept those results as they will be over a year old. Mind you, the pediatrician is about a 57 minute drive from my house. You may be asking why I don't have a pediatrician that is closer...well I believe I posted about the nutjob of a doctor that I ended up with the last time I tried to switch, so I am sticking with what works and dealing with the trek at the moment.

So as Caitlyn does NOT like surprises, I have been prepping her about going to the doc for this TB test for about 2 days. Finally, the night before the test, she asks me if she needs to get a shot. This is when I break it to her that the TB test is actually a shot. And then I wait for the wailing to ensue. However, it does not. Caitlyn very calmly says to me...

"Mommy, why do I need a TV test? I know how to watch TV."

Needless to say, all that prepping that I did, yeah that was thrown right out the window as she obviously had no clue whatsoever about what I was speaking of for the last 2 days.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

She fell in the toilet....again

Onl this time it was face first. Through my tears of laughter I managed to tell her that she was going to be ok and that it happens to all of us. Though I think the only time my face has been in a toilet has been after an evening of embibing in too many spirits. Imagine a very tired girl, who has had no nap all day, and it is almost 1 am. We had just gotten home from my mom's block party and I was getting the girl ready for bed. I tell her to try going potty and as she is struggling to get her panties off, she falls forward...and, well, the arm splashed in, the head went into the bowl, and the screaming (on her part) ensued, the laughing on my part began as well. I can only imagine that she made the situation that much more terrifying by screaming INTO the bowl and the echoing off the ceramic must have been horrifying. Once she was taken out and cleaned up, she was off to bed.

The next morning when I mentioned it to her, I know I am a glutton for punishment, she told me "No mommy, only my butt fell in last time." SO needless to say, she forgot about it and thinks it never happened. I think we are all better people because of that.

Monday, August 15, 2005

She hates babies

Yeah, so that's a pretty harsh statement. But it is exactly what she told me last night as we were sitting on the couch watching some TV. Caitlyn is always telling people that she wants me to have another baby, and of course it must be a girl, there will be NO little brothers according to her plan. She has even gone so far as to tell people that I currently have a baby in my belly. So last night's comments were a shock to say the least.

I said to her that it wasn't nice to say that she hated babies, there is no reason to hate them afterall. And she replies:

"But they cry all the time and give me a headache." (hello child, welcome to the nightmare that is one of your tantrums)

So I then say that if she hates babies, what would happen if mommy had another baby, would she hate it?

"No mommy. I only hate other people's babies."

I tell her that it's really not a nice thing to say. Babies can't help it if they cry, that's really all they know how to do. Well, cry and shit.

"Mommy, stop asking me questions abotu babies. I'm just crabby and don't want to talk about it."

Alrighty then, enough said.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Have you ever fallen into the toilet?

Caitlyn did last night. For those of you who have seen my little girlie, she is skinny, and has a skinny little butt. We are working on staying dry throughout the night and not wearing a pull up anymore. She has done so very well and has made me awfully proud. Well every night before she gets into bed, I tell her to try going pee. Last night she was being goofy and acting silly as she was walking. She enters the bathroom still being silly with me, I turn on the running water as it helps the process along, and caitlyn gets herself up on the potty.

Mom hears a scream, looks down, the kid is folded in half inside the toilet screaming.

Yes I proceed to laugh my ass off as I am pulling her out of the toilet. She is now crying hysterical and I am certain that ALL progress we have made with staying dry through the night as well as the day are surely "down the toilet." I calm her down and tell her that it is okay and she stops crying.

Here's where Caitlyn went wrong. As she was being goofy, she forgot to put on the little Elmo seat that fits on top of the larger toilet seat enabling her to sit comfortably.

Again, I replay the event in my head and start laughing hysterically. To which, Caitlyn begins laughing as well. We call Dad upstairs and she relives the funny experience to him as well.

Off to bed we go, but first, I need her to pee. I tell her to try before going to bed. She marches in the bathroom and screams, "I am not going to forget my Elmo seat this time because my butt is too small and it will fall into the water again."

She pees and is off to bed with a dry butt.

(Side note, 4th night in a row that she has managed to stay dry throughout the night...woooohoooo for us!)

The vacation has ended

It is true. Sadly. After 5 weeks of lounging and convinicing myself that I still had time to complete all of the things that I had not yet completed, my vacation has come to an end as of yesterday. Here's a quick recap of what "my summer vacation" consisted of:
1. sleeping until just about 10 am everyday
2. lounging around the house
3. doing laundry in the middle of the day when I had the energy to do so
4. going to the mall to shop in the early afternoon hours when the majority of the people there are over 50 years of age
5. having Caitlyn all to myself all day long (this was both a good and bad thing for both of us)
6. hanging out on mom's pool deck knowing that I didn't have to rush home to do anything or worry about getting home to get Cate to bed so that she wasn't cranky as hell in the morning
7. staying up until at least midnight or 1 am every night.

Now, there was some more productive things accomplished over the vacation. For example, I finally got around to printing up some of the pictures off of my camera's memory card. Mind you they have been on there since before we moved into our new house. Ummmm yeah, that was May of 2004. So yes, it has been a really large task. I also managed a small vacation with some of my girlfriends. We ended up in Twin Lakes Wisconsin for the Country Thunder event. Basically this is the Woodstock of country music. 5 days to myself and my friends, pure bliss. Other than that, there really wasn't much more accomplished other than the mundane tasks of everyday living that I was able to complete without being so damn tired after a full day of working.

It was horrible waking up yesterday, horrible leaving Caitlyn, and horrible working all day. But I figured as long as I am able to get through that first day back, the rest will be gravy right?

Wrong.

This morning was even worse. I woke up 33 minutes later than normal. So that automatically sets you off on the wrong foot. Luckily Cate was still asleep when I left so I didn't have that hurdle to jump again. However, when I stopped for gas, well let's just say that the owner of the station will be receiving a call from myself tonight. I am pissed off enough that I have to pay around $2.60 per gallon as it is, then to have it spew all over my hand is enough to send me into a tail spin. I calm down and enter the station and ask if I can use the restroom to wash my hands. Now clearly it is evident why I am needing to wash my hands. Not is my hand shining from all of the gas on it, but I stink to high heaven now because of it. The gentleman, who is on the phone thoroughly engaged in his own life, tells me that I can't use the private restroom that they have due to insurance reasons. Now correct me if I am wrong, but if I happen to pass out or die from the smell of the fumes on my hand, how would their insurance company feel about a lawsuit?? I am thinking allowing me to use the sink is the wiser of the 2 choices. But the man stands firm in his decision and offers me a towel to wipe my hands. Ever had gas on you??? A towel really isn't going to cut it. Now completely enraged I know that I must think quickly. I must piss this man off more than he has managed to piss me off. AHA!!!

I go to one of the shelves (it's one of those quick mart stations) and pick up a bottle of Dawn dish detergant that is for sale. Walk over to the Soda fountain and begin washing my hands using the water that so slyly comes out of the back of one of the pops. At this, the other patrons in the station begin snickering. One of them even said through his giggles, you really should have just let her use the bathroom. When I am done and I am sure that there is only a trace of the scent of gasoline on my hands, I walk to the counter and hand him back his dish soap, thank him kindly, and tell him that the owner will hear from me.

So I am thinking that this week can't can worse....right???? It can't and if I keep saying to myself over and over (and over) again, I will eventually start to believe it.