I stole my title from Bilbo Baggins.*
Elodie has a double ear infection and I have to shoot 4 ml of pink goo into her face three times a day. I shoot, she spits, I try to push it back into her mouth, she screams. Lather, rinse, repeat. She refuses to eat solids, still hasn't mastered rolling over, and likes to "talk" in a loud squeaky voice at 1, 2, and 4 am.
The weather is colder, so I can't just throw a pair of flip flops at Elizabeth and run out the door. Bring on Sock War 2010! Why she can't point her toes and pull on a freaking pair of socks I'll never know, but each morning it's drama! tears! woe! And...so it continues with everything she does for the rest of the day. She also wants me to die so Daddy can marry my friend Myndi and then she'll have the best. mom. EVAH.
I'm training for a 5K on November 6th. 3-4 nights a week I meet a group of friends to run--and it's turning into a huge time suck. My house is a disaster, I never cook, I'm out of groceries, and my kids haven't had a bath since Sunday because I'm sucking wind around the mall parking lot.
Kevin's new job drama. Homeschool Preschool. Church. Mom's group. Play dates. Work. Washing my damn hair.
I'm doing too many things, and trust me, they are all half-assed. (I mean, you should see my hair. And my blog.**)
*Giving credit because I blog with integrity, damn it.
**Shout out to the handful of people who unsubscribed after I wrote a positive glass-half-full kind of post. You prove my point that the internet luuuurves misery/drama/angst.***
***But only if it's real. The internet will lynch you if you make up the dramaz. Like all those fake sick baby/dying baby blogs? Oooooh! Lawd!!!
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This may, in fact, be assvice, but my peds dentist SIL told me that when you give medicine to a baby, if you can hit the spot (with the dropper) in the babies mouth way in the back, on the side, right where the tongue and cheek and gum meet in the back of the mouth (is this making any sense?),it triggers a swallow reflex. And sure enough, that dose of Zantac goes down every time!
Jaci, I've been reading for a while but not sure whether I've ever commented.
We have to give my daughter Zantac twice a day. I take the teat off her bottle, put a little formula in it, squirt the Zantac in it and then pop it in her mouth. She doesn't even notice. The teat then goes back on the bottle and she keeps feeding.
Hope that helps!
lol yeah i am a happy mom, no ppd, have a happy marriage and we do well, i think thats why no one reads my blog :(
ill admit, train wrecks are more fun, but i would never unfollow ravings, love it!
Wow...that's a tricky one. How do we balance being "mom" with being "me dammit! Give me some me time!"?
As for Elizabeth's socks. K-man would do that at our house..."Oh woe is me! I can't put on my socks!" but he could take them off and put them on his hands to make sock puppets. Talk about a pissed mama. So one day I threw his socks and shoes down on the floor in front of him where he was throwing a fit, said, "I'm not doing it anymore, figure it out yourself" and walked out. He came out of his about five minutes later with socks on and the shoes on the wrong feet - but I felt a victory. Then he got into a mode with shucking his shoes every.freaking.time we got in the vehicle. He likes to walk in the store - hates riding. So I made him ride because I wasn't putting his "damn shoes" back on. He leaves them on now. Wow...I'm such a great mom. *said with dripping sarcasm*
My younger sister used to HATE and I mean HATE socks. We used to have to turn her socks inside out so that the seam wasn't touching her feet and then she was fine. Maybe you could try that. Except for one or two pair that it didn't matter which way they went on she would lose her shit... When she was 7 or 8 I caught her destroying all the socks she hated with scissors. So it's no big deal, my sister was a sock freak and she turned out alright.
I would totally agree with people always wanting to follow the miserable stuff. But I guess that just proves the saying "misery loves company" to be true, right?! Being a mom is so hard, it's as if you totally lose yourself! I let my hair down (literally) last weekend to go to the pumpkin patch because I realized I haven't taken any pictures WITH my son in a few months, I never want to take pictures because I have my hair in a knot on the top of my head, and clothes that are comfortable that I don't care if I end up ruining. Crazy what motherhood does to you! It's the most rewarding yet the most difficult job on the planet. Add being a wife in there? I don't know how ya do it! Keep blogging, even we don't comment, we're out here!! Through the positive or negative! :)
Very nice post!
Thanks for good stuff
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