Friday, January 22, 2010

Always late

Why didn't someone warn me that no matter how much of an "on time for appointments" person or "early for appointments" person you were before children, after having a kid you will be permanently late for everything. Maybe it's just me. I used to be consistently a few minutes early for everything. Now I have become "the always late" person. It drives me nuts. No matter how prepared I am or how much time I allow, if Zoë is with me something will happen to make us late.

We were late for dance AGAIN! We are late every week. I feel like all I do is apologize to the teachers. I try so hard. Why do I bother? I had her outfit, etc ready. Even had dinner on the table at a decent time. It's always some kind of drama too. I have given birth to a drama queen! This time we had to threaten her & pry the Wii remote out of her hand while she screamed that she wasn't finished playing the frisbee game yet. Whatever kid. LOL!

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Thursday, January 21, 2010

Morning Drama

Why, why, why must we have all the morning drama?  EVERY day!  Is it a girl thing?  Some mornings I just want to leave and head to work while she's whining & carrying on about some tiny little thing.  It could range from the outfit that SHE picked out the night before has somehow changed and she doesn't want to wear it, to Amos (our boxer) looked at her funny (licked her shoe, drooled on her chair, tried to eat her breakfast, you name it), to me having to pat her down to make sure she's not trying to sneak some odd item to school.  It wears me out.  No wonder I'm always tired!

Thursday, January 14, 2010

A new year!

We’ve started a brand new year and I still can’t find that elusive Mommy instruction manual. How come everyone else seems to have it but me? Do they give it out at the hospital? If so, then somehow I missed it. I feel like I’m making things up as I go along. Who knew one kid could be so much work? Kudos to those with multiples. Maybe they got the latest manual edition or have better organizing skills than I do. Or maybe, they just have that natural instinct that I swear I’m missing sometimes.

Anyhoo, I’m blogging on the premise that laughter is way better than crying, and I hope that humor can get me through some of the tough times.