1) Was awakened at 5:30 AM by Hannah who was soaked through, thanks to a big ol' diaper leak.
2) Was joined downstairs by Grace about 20 minutes later, because, you know, god forbid if she should sleep without my warm body next to her in the bed.
3) Began my usual daily "yelling" about 10 minutes later, as they teased, swatted, pushed each other and started whining at me incessantly.
4) Threw them in the car, figuring it was my only hope to stop the insanity, and ran a bunch of errands.
5) Just wondered whatever happened to that bleach-blonde half-psychotic Susan Powder lady that use to yell "Stop the Insanity!" like 2 inches from the TV camera.
6) Took the girls out for pizza for lunch.
7) Was all proud of myself for "managing" the two of them on my own through a whole meal in a public place, when Hannah started bolting down the the stripmall, Grace ran her over and knocked her down, and Hannah started screaming, all witnessed by the mother of one of my elementary school friends, who stopped me to "chat".
8) Was told I won the football pool this week and even had the money in my PayPal account when I realized a mistake had been made, and I did NOT indeed win.
9) Had to refund aforementioned money, cursing bitterly the entire time.
10) Had Hannah walk up to me out of the blue and say, "I don't like you Mommy. I like Daddy." Thanks kid. Thanks a lot.
11) Decided that a gymnastics class for 30 3-5 year olds on a Friday night is pure hell. This is going to be a loooooong year in terms of Friday nights.
12) For the 1,234,567th time, went to the bathroom while leaving the door WIDE open. This was never a problem before (since the girls open it anyway, even if I try to close it). But now that there is another wall knocked out in our house and a bigger window is in our wall, my neighbors can see straight in and see me sitting on the throne. And yet, I continue to forget to close the door...
13) Lied to my project manager saying I had a really good rough draft ready to go. Now she said she'd like to glance at it to make sure I'm going in the right direction. Dammit. I guess I'm pulling an all-nighter tonight...
Friday, September 23, 2005
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Our old house was much more private than this one is -- our neighbours houses are about inches away from us and our kitchen window looks into our one neighbour's dining room and patio and our patio door window looks straight into our other neighbour's kitchen (the guy with the fucking dog). I'm so used to like, running around half-naked and not having to be worried about it and I keep forgetting that I have people practically living on top of me and that they might not want to see my cracker ass running through the house.
LOL at your lunch experience...I felt the same way at the doctor's this week. I was like, "Yeah, I've got two kids and I'm doing fine" and then Oliver went to the washroom on himself and I had to carry him around like that and well...I felt like a goddamn amateur.
I spoke too soon. Tonight I accidentally flashed my boobs at my neighbour's sister, who pulled her curtain back in horror. I am a CLASS ACT.
LOL! And I continue to give the neighbors glimpses of me on the throne. [sigh] WTH is wrong with us? Window treatments are the first thing I'm buying for the new kitchen. ;)
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