Reminds Me Of My First Date With Alan

There's a picture in the PJ's Coffee place that I frequent that I love.



It's a little hard to tell, but it has a circle (like a moon) in one corner and an image of suggestive of two people embracing. It's a brownish, orangish, yellowish color.

And the words get me everytime:

"She said if I tried to kiss her she'd cry. i dried her tears all through the night."

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Working On Work

I am making every attempt to be more productive at work. Know what cuts into that work time? Um, a kindergarten graduation. Delivering boxes to my sister so she can pack up her classroom. A sudden doctor's appointment for my sitter (who happens to be my mom) because of a strange rash (that turned out to just be some bad and nasty bug bites). Bloodwork for my mom the next day, because the doctor noticed she hadn't had a checkup in a while.

Alan got me a new pda, and I haven't even had time to charge it up. Luckily, my old pda is still working. But it's on its last leg, occasionally freezing up, hence the new pda.

And I used to work at home or coffee shops, a lot. But with Alan getting home late every night, it's hard to get any at home work done. And when he does get home, I hate to leave for a coffee shop, both because gas prices are high and because I haven't seen much of my husband, so I end up hanging out with him for a few precious moments.

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The Norm

Is it normal to insist that other people let you buy them a new bedroom set, and to insist that the same people should choose the pukey orange shiney blanket, FOR THEIR OWN BEDROOM?

Is it normal to grocery shop, on your last day visiting, and buy tons of food that your hosts have not picked out and have no interest in and to try and insist that they keep the food, even though it is literally so much that your hosts cannot close their frig?

Is it normal to see someone having a contraction (the fifth one in an hour, at 20 weeks...so quite scary) and to tell that person's two year old, in the Wal-mart parking lot, to go with mommy (who is doubled up on the ground from the strength of the contraction)...and then to let go of said two year old's hand?

Is it normal to nap on the couch ALL DAY, then claim you don't nap and get angry when your son says that you do?

Is it normal to only shower once during a five day visit?

Is it normal to ignore the fruits and veggies on a kid's plate, and insist that they eat the icing off of the cupcake, even after they say they don't want it?

Is it normal to eat a pound or more of food at every single meal, to take an hour or longer to eat, and to claim that you never really eat anything?

Is it normal to constantly warn a two year old of impending - and imagined - danger, but not specify ANY action that the child can actually take to avoid the danger?

Is it normal to respond to "we have plans tomorrow" with, "oh, no problem...I'll just stay at your house alone and wait for you to come home"?

Is it normal to constantly ask to come over and "help" after the birth, and after being told "no, we'd like to do this on our own," to say "why do you think I wouldn't be a help...I'll just stay in my room and not get in your way"? (Okay, this one deserves a commentary. As I explained to MIL, if she stays in the room, she is not helping. And I am too anal about how things are done to let anyone else do them. And it's going to be Ander's new bedroom by then, which would mean that she would be evicting Ander just as the new baby arrives. And, she doesn't actually help. That is, she says she will clean and cook, but she will spend so much time asking us to find the cleaning supplies and cooking supplies and putting them away in the wrong place so we'll spend hours looking for them that it will be worse for us instead of better.

It's not like we (both Alan and I) aren't blunt and clear in our responses. It's our home and we will make the decisions (decorating, child discipline, and who stays here after childbirth) here. It's just that she ignores anything we say and just goes about life doing what she thinks is the right thing. I just couldn't visit someone and try to redecorate their house. Or assume I know better what the people should eat. Or stick around their house when they already have plans. Or answer a comment like, "well, we get off work Friday afternoon" with "well, I'll get there Thursday morning, or at noon."

YELLS AND SCREAMS OF FRUSTRATION. BANGING HEAD AGAINST WALL.

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For My Friends Who Are Geeky Battlestar Galactica Fans

Which, of course, does NOT include me, as I am neither geeky, nor more than a casual watcher (as opposed to a fan) of the show.

http://thescienceofbattlestargalactica.blogspot.com

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Overheard at the OB's Office

"That wagina light just tried to grab my bootie." -My Baby's Daddy

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Feeling Frustrated

I've done more housework lately than I have in years. Part of it is that Alan is always working. Part of it is that I am really working on teaching Ander to clean up after himself. And part of it is that I'm tired of living without knowing where things are.

Through all this, my back hurts and I am pregnant and uncomfortable.

So imagine my anger, surprise, and rage when someone (cough...*my husband*...cough cough) claimed he does "everything" around the house. He works hard. I will not deny that AT ALL. But not everything. Not even close.

I am sorely tempted to stop doing all the stuff I am doing (except for those things critical to Ander's existence, but I could keep a log of those things), and teach him what EVERYTHING really means.

Arrrgh!

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