Thursday, April 3, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Dear Dish Fairy,
Please come do the dishes one more time.
Please.
I swear after that I will make an effort to stay on top of things.
Just one more time.
k?thxbai,
Ashley
Please.
I swear after that I will make an effort to stay on top of things.
Just one more time.
k?thxbai,
Ashley
One Week Later
Before I knew I was getting Murphy, I had promised my mom's group I'd go to a playdate at the park today.
Naturally, I didn't want to do this in the first place, but a friend I haven't seen in a while was really urging me to go and even arranged to make sure Girl Crush would be there. She also sent out a group email with a PS that I had promised to come and would definitely show up this time. That was a dirty, but effective trick.
It was fun and they are all really nice. I'm seriously lucky to have found other cool moms. The Girl Crush was as lovely and as perfect for me as ever. The friend was the same stable, honest, down to earth super mom. Everyone else was their talkative, animated and enjoyable selves.
But damn why can't the park be air conditioned? At least a ceiling fan, something to break up the humidity. I was all sweaty. I'm thinking about a new rule about no being outside without a nearby water source for swimming.
I took Murphy with me and he was tortured by all of the little girls and spent most of the time sleeping in my lap. The kids had a ton of fun, and as we left the friend told them she hoped to see them again before they graduated high school.
I hope she does too because really it was just mostly hot and sweaty and a lot of chasing around and yelling and stuff. I'm just not sure the human interaction was worth all the effort, even as nice as they are.
I'd much rather just go to Girl Crush's house and she could invite the friend and I over.
Anyway, I'm back on my nice cool couch with Murphy snuggled up on my lap and a movie (Little Mermaid, which the boys will never watch with me) on tv. It's definitely safer here, and more comfortable. Murphy has moved right in, down to attacking the German Shepherd and antagonizing my poor cat Pearl, who is completely and totally devastated by the lack of lap space. Last night I finally had to let Mr. Ashley hold him so she could have me back.
little kid is like Baby Huey with him. He shrieks and squeals in delight and insists on sitting down to hold him, is often trying to pick him up, and has been caught hugging too aggressively a couple of times now. He also throws bouncy balls straight at his face, not realizing that catch is an acquired skill.
Big Kid loves him, bringing him his toys and blankets. Today he told everyone at the park that weezy died but we got a new dog and his name is Smurphy Louis after our Heidi Louise.
I think it's cute that that's so important to him, that we honored her that way. We didn't make a big deal out of it either, so it's just funny that it's something he wants to share so badly. People have no idea what he's talking about when he recounts all of this, I think because they freeze with the panic of not knowing how to respond to "weezy died". A little awkward.
Today in the car he told me he missed her and we talked about how she liked to play in the hose and how much fun that was to watch. He is gradually getting the concept of death and even asked me if he was ever going to die. I told him not until he was so very old that he was ready to go live with God and see Heidi Louise and all of our friends and family that have already gone to live there. He was satisfied with that, but still absolutely certain that he will never marry (sorry Em and Vivi).
So things are moderately better here. I am looking forward to getting through the weekend and have hope that on Monday I'll be clutter free, I'll have seen Catfish on Sunday, and I'll be ready to keep on keepin' on. Slowly but surely things are looking a little more doable.
Naturally, I didn't want to do this in the first place, but a friend I haven't seen in a while was really urging me to go and even arranged to make sure Girl Crush would be there. She also sent out a group email with a PS that I had promised to come and would definitely show up this time. That was a dirty, but effective trick.
It was fun and they are all really nice. I'm seriously lucky to have found other cool moms. The Girl Crush was as lovely and as perfect for me as ever. The friend was the same stable, honest, down to earth super mom. Everyone else was their talkative, animated and enjoyable selves.
But damn why can't the park be air conditioned? At least a ceiling fan, something to break up the humidity. I was all sweaty. I'm thinking about a new rule about no being outside without a nearby water source for swimming.
I took Murphy with me and he was tortured by all of the little girls and spent most of the time sleeping in my lap. The kids had a ton of fun, and as we left the friend told them she hoped to see them again before they graduated high school.
I hope she does too because really it was just mostly hot and sweaty and a lot of chasing around and yelling and stuff. I'm just not sure the human interaction was worth all the effort, even as nice as they are.
I'd much rather just go to Girl Crush's house and she could invite the friend and I over.
Anyway, I'm back on my nice cool couch with Murphy snuggled up on my lap and a movie (Little Mermaid, which the boys will never watch with me) on tv. It's definitely safer here, and more comfortable. Murphy has moved right in, down to attacking the German Shepherd and antagonizing my poor cat Pearl, who is completely and totally devastated by the lack of lap space. Last night I finally had to let Mr. Ashley hold him so she could have me back.
little kid is like Baby Huey with him. He shrieks and squeals in delight and insists on sitting down to hold him, is often trying to pick him up, and has been caught hugging too aggressively a couple of times now. He also throws bouncy balls straight at his face, not realizing that catch is an acquired skill.
Big Kid loves him, bringing him his toys and blankets. Today he told everyone at the park that weezy died but we got a new dog and his name is Smurphy Louis after our Heidi Louise.
I think it's cute that that's so important to him, that we honored her that way. We didn't make a big deal out of it either, so it's just funny that it's something he wants to share so badly. People have no idea what he's talking about when he recounts all of this, I think because they freeze with the panic of not knowing how to respond to "weezy died". A little awkward.
Today in the car he told me he missed her and we talked about how she liked to play in the hose and how much fun that was to watch. He is gradually getting the concept of death and even asked me if he was ever going to die. I told him not until he was so very old that he was ready to go live with God and see Heidi Louise and all of our friends and family that have already gone to live there. He was satisfied with that, but still absolutely certain that he will never marry (sorry Em and Vivi).
So things are moderately better here. I am looking forward to getting through the weekend and have hope that on Monday I'll be clutter free, I'll have seen Catfish on Sunday, and I'll be ready to keep on keepin' on. Slowly but surely things are looking a little more doable.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
So
I've still done pretty much nothing since The Tragedy.
The dish fairy came and did the dishes, I guess, but otherwise things are not looking good around here. Please Oprah don't come knocking on my door now.
I'm thinking I would feel better if I at least cleared the kitchen island off...but there's a lot of stuff up there. I'm even half considering just relocating that stuff to the laundry couch, so at least the mess could be consolidated, but most of it is stuff that has been confiscated from little kid so that's not the safest solution. Also, room is scarce on the laundry couch. I just don't know.
I'm thinking I should continue pondering the situation, because frankly it really doesn't bother me as much as it should.
Oh and for all you lazy beyotches who think that the resolution revolution means no more NLP:RD...WRONG. Just not as much pressure. Maybe just M/W/F and even just drinking counts.
You still need a label maker.
The dish fairy came and did the dishes, I guess, but otherwise things are not looking good around here. Please Oprah don't come knocking on my door now.
I'm thinking I would feel better if I at least cleared the kitchen island off...but there's a lot of stuff up there. I'm even half considering just relocating that stuff to the laundry couch, so at least the mess could be consolidated, but most of it is stuff that has been confiscated from little kid so that's not the safest solution. Also, room is scarce on the laundry couch. I just don't know.
I'm thinking I should continue pondering the situation, because frankly it really doesn't bother me as much as it should.
Oh and for all you lazy beyotches who think that the resolution revolution means no more NLP:RD...WRONG. Just not as much pressure. Maybe just M/W/F and even just drinking counts.
You still need a label maker.
resolution revolution
The Renee and I have decided that this year is just going too quickly. The newness of the New Year is already gone. So, there's already pretty much no hope for meeting our resolutions for 2008. It's really senseless to even try, doing so is just setting ourselves up for failure.
So INSTEAD...we're going to plan ahead for 2009.
2009 will be our year! 2008 is just practice. So next year I'll make the bed, throw out all undies I hate, have a shiny sink and look hot in a bikini.
This year I'll just start looking forward to that and toying with some new ideas, tips and techniques to make it easier.
Can I just say what a brilliant plan this is? The pressure is really off now. I have plenty of time to get my shit ready to get it all together next year.
Time to start making those lists.
Well not right NOW, but soon. We've got plenty of time.
So INSTEAD...we're going to plan ahead for 2009.
2009 will be our year! 2008 is just practice. So next year I'll make the bed, throw out all undies I hate, have a shiny sink and look hot in a bikini.
This year I'll just start looking forward to that and toying with some new ideas, tips and techniques to make it easier.
Can I just say what a brilliant plan this is? The pressure is really off now. I have plenty of time to get my shit ready to get it all together next year.
Time to start making those lists.
Well not right NOW, but soon. We've got plenty of time.
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