Found out another little tidbit that others don't share with you before becoming a mom! When it rains, you have to put the tyke in first or look like an ass. So I got soaked today over and over while doing errands. I felt like a wet rag. There are few things as unpleasant as running with your child and stuff to the car. Her legs are not fast either. Next adoption is going to be a 25 year old Swedish boy:) Heck China is a tad slow, why don't we all adopt a Swedish boy?
So we headed to Target today. I had a few returns. I wouldn't have had returns if my husband did them on Saturday like he was supposed to, but I am going off on a tangent. I just have to say, if you have something to return and you can't find it, why not call before leaving the house? Why would you call as you are pulling in the parking lot to tell me that you don't know what basket I am referring to? What the heck, everyone in blogsville knows about the BASKET! Plus you are the one that hid it until I could find a new one. You want to know WHERE it is? Um, hmmm, I see an issue here. Great, my husband is brilliant and my child only understands Chinese for the most part. Thank god for the cats!
So I had to return the BASKET today. Yeah, the basket in the RAIN. No problem. I am supermom.
I picked up some more cold medicine for Miss Sniffleufagus and got a pair of shoes or two for my beloved creature. Okay, I admit it, I bought like 7 or so pairs of shoes. Hubby says that I am Imelda Jr. Well due to my Lymphadema, I can't wear shoes. So I am living out my shoe fantasy through my child. I am living out my high credit card debt through her as well:))) Life is short, buy shoes in every color!!!!!
After being soaked at the store, we came home. Ping was passed out for 5 or so minutes before getting home. Sadly the kid wakes up immediately and won't go back to sleep. It's a true bummer!!!!! I told Bill yesterday that you can usually watch batteries charge. Like on the cell phone, I can see the bars going up, up and up until the bars are full. Well, with Pingmeister, she goes through the bar window and across the many lands. She needs 2 minutes to recharge her batteries. Why can't she just be sleepy when we get home????? Why can't she take a 15 minute nap?
So we get in, I check email. She proceeds to find my nail polish remover, remove some finish off of my coffee table and then she goes on to feeding the cats a power snack again. I told Bill we need to move the stuff to higher ground. As for the remover, I hid it up high. Is this kid 10 or almost 3????? Anyway, Bill comes home and there is a turkey in our driveway. We don't often get turkeys of the fluffy variety. I asked him if it was one of his relatives. HA. Anyway, my girl sees him pull in and the twinkle in her eyes is immeasurable. Give me a break. Why is he so great?????? So Bill comes in, we do a fashion show with two new outfits and many shoes. Shortly after that Ping had a power poop. Bill yells "come here, I need help?" He needs help because she pooped? PUHLEEEEEZE. It was nothing. He said it was all over her. Yeah, it's amazing that it was all over her hiney!!!!!! I would have traded him for the poop all over the shoes, clothes, body, kitchen and bathroom from the other day. MEN!
So she went in the tub which has been freaking her out lately. Not sure why. She then ran around like a nut after I lubed her up good with lotion. She was a wild lady tonight. Even Bill, golden boy dad, was getting frustrated with her. He actually said something like "you are now pissing me off." It's about time. Welcome to my LONG day sweetpea!
So she is in bed and we are going to have dinner in our respective rooms with our respective tv's soon. YAY!
Sleep Ping, sleep:)
xo
Monday, March 31, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Sweet and Bitter!!!!!
I keep forgetting to mention this little story. I go to the foot doctor pretty regularly to have some ultrasound for my heel pain that stems from Plantar Fasciitis. Anyway, Ping from the get go has loved to go with me. Like there was a choice? So anyway, we go in and while we are waiting for the tech/administrative person/nursing assistant, Ping throws out the paper towel that I am supposed to put my foot on for cleanliness, gets into the bottom cabinet and gets a "fresh" one. She unfolds it and puts it under my foot. She then gets two latex gloves. She then picks up the plastic door holder that is not being used, she gets up on this high stool and sits in front of me. She literally pretends that the plastic door holder is the ultrasound machine. She uses the bottom of the holder and rubs it all over my heel. It's hilarious. She is such a hoot. I am amazed at how smart she is, I really am. She also points to the stool and says "AYI" because she knows that is where they sit!! It's really cute. She always puts the gloves back too! Funny thing is that they don't use the gloves. She is more sterile than them!!!!!
That was the sweet. Now for the bitter. I took Ping for a play date today. We went to Audra's in Sutton to play with her sweeties Ava and Elise. Ping was so mean to me today. She spit at me constantly, ignored me, wouldn't let me help her, wouldn't tell me when she had to go to the bathroom, pushed Elise down, took toys away from Elise. I was so not happy. After we left, she was still not being nice at all to me. We went to the mall. She had just passed out. She was very tired. Anyway, we went into the TJ MAXX store to return the little sweatshirt she threw in my bag yesterday. I told my husband on the phone that when I got to the mall, I was going to not lock the doors and put down all the windows. I was ready to put a "For Sale" sign around her neck. I had to hatch these plans in my head, just to get through the time I had left with her alone. We then met Baba for dinner. She wasn't great there either. However, she tried to be a little sweeter. After all, she wanted me to look like a liar to BABA!!!!! Her behavior today was like it was when we were in China!!!!
Anyway, we are home now and she needs a bath. Second shift will be working on that. This Mama is done for the day.
Man, there are some days that you have to physically tell yourself that beating them would not be cool. I never said there was anything wrong with mentally beating them though:))))
I do love her, but she is a patience tester. I don't tolerate spitting. I also don't tolerating pushing down others. I know she didn't mean to push her, she was just trying to get her to hurry up. Every time I tried to tell her to not do something, she spit at me. If that isn't enough to throw you over the edge, I don't know what would.
Did I mention that if I could adopt another one this instant, I would? Someone should really look at my sanity level. Personally, I am a little worried about it, but I refuse to tell a soul, so shhhh!
Mama out!
That was the sweet. Now for the bitter. I took Ping for a play date today. We went to Audra's in Sutton to play with her sweeties Ava and Elise. Ping was so mean to me today. She spit at me constantly, ignored me, wouldn't let me help her, wouldn't tell me when she had to go to the bathroom, pushed Elise down, took toys away from Elise. I was so not happy. After we left, she was still not being nice at all to me. We went to the mall. She had just passed out. She was very tired. Anyway, we went into the TJ MAXX store to return the little sweatshirt she threw in my bag yesterday. I told my husband on the phone that when I got to the mall, I was going to not lock the doors and put down all the windows. I was ready to put a "For Sale" sign around her neck. I had to hatch these plans in my head, just to get through the time I had left with her alone. We then met Baba for dinner. She wasn't great there either. However, she tried to be a little sweeter. After all, she wanted me to look like a liar to BABA!!!!! Her behavior today was like it was when we were in China!!!!
Anyway, we are home now and she needs a bath. Second shift will be working on that. This Mama is done for the day.
Man, there are some days that you have to physically tell yourself that beating them would not be cool. I never said there was anything wrong with mentally beating them though:))))
I do love her, but she is a patience tester. I don't tolerate spitting. I also don't tolerating pushing down others. I know she didn't mean to push her, she was just trying to get her to hurry up. Every time I tried to tell her to not do something, she spit at me. If that isn't enough to throw you over the edge, I don't know what would.
Did I mention that if I could adopt another one this instant, I would? Someone should really look at my sanity level. Personally, I am a little worried about it, but I refuse to tell a soul, so shhhh!
Mama out!
Friday, March 28, 2008
Early Intervention Specialists
We had 3 EIS women come to the house today. They thought Shayla was very bright. She was behind in language (big surprise) and cognitive skills due to the language issue, but they believe she will catch right up. How can she not with me at the helm? LOL.
We headed out for some Mama Juice and then to the cleaners shortly after they left. I decided to run by the malll to return a few things. After I made the returns, I decided to hunt for a basket to hold her toys. I am getting rid of the one I bought because it is not holding up well. So I wanted a different weave. Well I found one. Score. Then I decided to go over to girls clothing. WHY? Before I knew it, there were 7 or so outfits in the basket. Who the heck did that? Shhhh. Did I ever tell you that Ping loves to shop? She is out of control. I personally don't like shopping. Odd, I know. So there I am throwing in some outfits, and she has picked out about 10 of her own and has put them in the cart. SNEAKY BEAST. Well I pull her away from the clothes and quickly dump her choices. I know, very mean. However, she was not being very selective in her choices or sizes to say the least. So we blow up to the register and pay. I am paying attention to Ping, while the woman is ringing stuff. She proceeds to tell me that I can't take the cart from the store. I was in a TJ Maxx/HomeGoods. I can't? Really? Are you sure you old biddy? For the love of Ping, NO SHIT. I wasn't going to. I know you don't take carts from the store. Do I look like I am stupid? Have you been reading my motherhood tales? I hope not. If so, the comment would have made sense I suppose. Well I digress. The woman puts all of the clothes in this big heavy basket and squeezes it into one of the thinest plastic bags I have ever seen. I kid you not, I was 2 steps away (trying to ditch the cart) and the thing totally split open. Here is the problem. I don't have the stroller yet. I will be getting it at the shower per my friend. So I have to manually put my hand in my child's paw to walk. How does one do that with a basket and clothes? I turn around and tell the lady that I need another plastic bag and let's put it on the other way. Another customer in line even said that the bag would never hold the stuff. So see, it's not just me (contrary to what my hubster believes). So I ditch the cart and hobble away with the kid and the basket. I head to the next store. This is truly a hardship. I wish I could do the whole balancing of the basket on my head thing, but it is not happening. So I am walking and spinning while saying "Ping, Ping, this way, no don't go in that store baby, no keep going straight honey, blah, blah, blah." She walks into a hair accessory place. It has more than just hair stuff. It's called "Claires." Anyhoo, Miss Ping like a hair scrunchie. She pulls it off to look as fat mama is sweating and still trying to hold the basket. What does the little tyke do? She takes the hair thingie off AND the little pole it was hanging from. DILEMNA. I can't touch her because my hands are full. So she tries to walk off with it. Yo kid, that is called stealing!!!!! So I guide her back with my talking to her. I finally grab the damn thing and throw it on top of the stand. What is a sweaty basket holding mama to do????? Off we go. We go to CVS and also Old Navy for a return. What am I thinking? I can not shop with all this stuff and a small child. I need to adjust my life. When will I learn???? So we are in CVS and I get so frustrated looking for stuff, that I throw that basket down. Meanwhile she has grabbed a big ball. DAMN IT ALL. I need to get this stuff, the bag is wearing thin and I have to carry more stuff and ditch a ball. This is nearly impossible. So what do I think I should do? Crumple to the floor, call my husband and tell him to come find my ass in the aisle of CVS. He needs to carry the basket and I need to stop sweating and ditch the ball. Maybe I could watch Ping too. Small thought:) However, I am a MOM now. I can handle it all!!!!! Pingmeister goes down to the end of the aisle and literally pulls the plastic bag so it comes closer to me. Is that not beautiful? What a helpful girl I have. So I say "forget this, let's hit the open road." I pick up my stuff and walk towards the balls. I get her to drop it and leave it, which is pretty amazing. I guide her to Old Navy. As I am standing in line waiting to see about this return, my sweet girl is looking out the window at the people walking past the store. All of a sudden, she reaches down her pants and Pull Up and comes up with a few fingers and decides to smell them? At the same time, she is literally waving to some elderly people outside. I was beside myself. Where did THAT come from? She is waving and laughing and I am sweating and dumbfounded. So I reach the kid at the counter and he tells me I will get a credit in the mail. Well at that point, I just told him to forget it. I grabbed the pants and headed out the door with Ping in tow.
At this point, Ping is losing her mind looking at everything. The DAMN BAG breaks. OMG, my child is wandering, my stuff is all over the dirty floor and I am trying to manage both. So I start saying "Ping, PIng, PINg, PING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, get over here." Luckily she came. She so lovingly tries to help me get the stuff in the bag, but the bag is busted. I am so pissed off at the TJ Maxx lady that I end up snapping outloud. I say "Ping, I don't give a shit about the damn bag, can you help mama carry this." I am losing my mind in the middle of the mall, I am swearing and people are looking. UGH. How many mother points can one lose in a day? I wasn't at all mad at Pingster. She doesn't even recognize that I am frustrated, so I am glad for that. I teach her how to help mama carry the basket. She takes one handle and me the other. She thinks this is great fun. She is smiling and laughing and then boom. It's boring. She drops the basket and everything falls out AGAIN. It's okay, the white turtle towel, the cute wooden sign for your room and the cute white clothes I got you love it hitting the floor. So I put it all in the basket and Ping starts to wander again. SHOOT ME. I throw the pocketbook in the basket, pick it up and off we go. I throw the two plastic bags at TJ Maxx as we walk by. We then go outside. I had to literally hold the stuff, it's raining out and I had to get Ping and I across a busy street. Well we did pretty good. She started to wander, but I stuck the basket in front 0f her and was able to divert her. We get to the truck, I put her in her car seat, I put the stuff in the trunk and realize my pocketbook is in the basket still. I get out, get the pocketbook and then head back to the driver seat.
She sits in the back seat giggling away and I feel like I have been to Mommy Bootcamp! We get home, Bill comes home minutes later and they have dinner. We then do a fashion show. Everything fits. YAY. One thing got into the bag that was wrong. A small yellow size 12 month sweatshirt. I will not rat on the small being that threw this in. Can't throw the child to the wolves, right? I see a return in my nearest future. This time I will go armed with BIG ASS PLASTIC BAGS, in case they are needed. Look out old biddy, I am coming to get a cart!!!!!!
Time to hit the hay.
Mama out!
We headed out for some Mama Juice and then to the cleaners shortly after they left. I decided to run by the malll to return a few things. After I made the returns, I decided to hunt for a basket to hold her toys. I am getting rid of the one I bought because it is not holding up well. So I wanted a different weave. Well I found one. Score. Then I decided to go over to girls clothing. WHY? Before I knew it, there were 7 or so outfits in the basket. Who the heck did that? Shhhh. Did I ever tell you that Ping loves to shop? She is out of control. I personally don't like shopping. Odd, I know. So there I am throwing in some outfits, and she has picked out about 10 of her own and has put them in the cart. SNEAKY BEAST. Well I pull her away from the clothes and quickly dump her choices. I know, very mean. However, she was not being very selective in her choices or sizes to say the least. So we blow up to the register and pay. I am paying attention to Ping, while the woman is ringing stuff. She proceeds to tell me that I can't take the cart from the store. I was in a TJ Maxx/HomeGoods. I can't? Really? Are you sure you old biddy? For the love of Ping, NO SHIT. I wasn't going to. I know you don't take carts from the store. Do I look like I am stupid? Have you been reading my motherhood tales? I hope not. If so, the comment would have made sense I suppose. Well I digress. The woman puts all of the clothes in this big heavy basket and squeezes it into one of the thinest plastic bags I have ever seen. I kid you not, I was 2 steps away (trying to ditch the cart) and the thing totally split open. Here is the problem. I don't have the stroller yet. I will be getting it at the shower per my friend. So I have to manually put my hand in my child's paw to walk. How does one do that with a basket and clothes? I turn around and tell the lady that I need another plastic bag and let's put it on the other way. Another customer in line even said that the bag would never hold the stuff. So see, it's not just me (contrary to what my hubster believes). So I ditch the cart and hobble away with the kid and the basket. I head to the next store. This is truly a hardship. I wish I could do the whole balancing of the basket on my head thing, but it is not happening. So I am walking and spinning while saying "Ping, Ping, this way, no don't go in that store baby, no keep going straight honey, blah, blah, blah." She walks into a hair accessory place. It has more than just hair stuff. It's called "Claires." Anyhoo, Miss Ping like a hair scrunchie. She pulls it off to look as fat mama is sweating and still trying to hold the basket. What does the little tyke do? She takes the hair thingie off AND the little pole it was hanging from. DILEMNA. I can't touch her because my hands are full. So she tries to walk off with it. Yo kid, that is called stealing!!!!! So I guide her back with my talking to her. I finally grab the damn thing and throw it on top of the stand. What is a sweaty basket holding mama to do????? Off we go. We go to CVS and also Old Navy for a return. What am I thinking? I can not shop with all this stuff and a small child. I need to adjust my life. When will I learn???? So we are in CVS and I get so frustrated looking for stuff, that I throw that basket down. Meanwhile she has grabbed a big ball. DAMN IT ALL. I need to get this stuff, the bag is wearing thin and I have to carry more stuff and ditch a ball. This is nearly impossible. So what do I think I should do? Crumple to the floor, call my husband and tell him to come find my ass in the aisle of CVS. He needs to carry the basket and I need to stop sweating and ditch the ball. Maybe I could watch Ping too. Small thought:) However, I am a MOM now. I can handle it all!!!!! Pingmeister goes down to the end of the aisle and literally pulls the plastic bag so it comes closer to me. Is that not beautiful? What a helpful girl I have. So I say "forget this, let's hit the open road." I pick up my stuff and walk towards the balls. I get her to drop it and leave it, which is pretty amazing. I guide her to Old Navy. As I am standing in line waiting to see about this return, my sweet girl is looking out the window at the people walking past the store. All of a sudden, she reaches down her pants and Pull Up and comes up with a few fingers and decides to smell them? At the same time, she is literally waving to some elderly people outside. I was beside myself. Where did THAT come from? She is waving and laughing and I am sweating and dumbfounded. So I reach the kid at the counter and he tells me I will get a credit in the mail. Well at that point, I just told him to forget it. I grabbed the pants and headed out the door with Ping in tow.
At this point, Ping is losing her mind looking at everything. The DAMN BAG breaks. OMG, my child is wandering, my stuff is all over the dirty floor and I am trying to manage both. So I start saying "Ping, PIng, PINg, PING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, get over here." Luckily she came. She so lovingly tries to help me get the stuff in the bag, but the bag is busted. I am so pissed off at the TJ Maxx lady that I end up snapping outloud. I say "Ping, I don't give a shit about the damn bag, can you help mama carry this." I am losing my mind in the middle of the mall, I am swearing and people are looking. UGH. How many mother points can one lose in a day? I wasn't at all mad at Pingster. She doesn't even recognize that I am frustrated, so I am glad for that. I teach her how to help mama carry the basket. She takes one handle and me the other. She thinks this is great fun. She is smiling and laughing and then boom. It's boring. She drops the basket and everything falls out AGAIN. It's okay, the white turtle towel, the cute wooden sign for your room and the cute white clothes I got you love it hitting the floor. So I put it all in the basket and Ping starts to wander again. SHOOT ME. I throw the pocketbook in the basket, pick it up and off we go. I throw the two plastic bags at TJ Maxx as we walk by. We then go outside. I had to literally hold the stuff, it's raining out and I had to get Ping and I across a busy street. Well we did pretty good. She started to wander, but I stuck the basket in front 0f her and was able to divert her. We get to the truck, I put her in her car seat, I put the stuff in the trunk and realize my pocketbook is in the basket still. I get out, get the pocketbook and then head back to the driver seat.
She sits in the back seat giggling away and I feel like I have been to Mommy Bootcamp! We get home, Bill comes home minutes later and they have dinner. We then do a fashion show. Everything fits. YAY. One thing got into the bag that was wrong. A small yellow size 12 month sweatshirt. I will not rat on the small being that threw this in. Can't throw the child to the wolves, right? I see a return in my nearest future. This time I will go armed with BIG ASS PLASTIC BAGS, in case they are needed. Look out old biddy, I am coming to get a cart!!!!!!
Time to hit the hay.
Mama out!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
More Pics! Click them to see bigger:)
This was after most of the blank plates were put away. Wish I had a shot of that!
Fuzzy picture, but must show my great response at mama's dismay!
This is great fun, isn't it?
Kid, take a hike, me hungry and want to start chowing.
What do you need? I have flashlights and a wrench or two. Perhaps a screwdriver? I could be a flasher if this gadget selling doesn't work for me! I bopped the large person behind me on the head. Do you need a mama bopper? Let me check my pockets!Did you see my facial? Am I glowing? Check it out. I can get you scheduled for one. It's called A LA SCRATCH and it's free. The facialist is a bit burly, but it's worth it just to have the radiance.
Proof Is In the Pictures!!!!!!
Me likey some bubbles!
Isn't this a blast?
I hold it too close to my mouth and so the bubbles backfire. However, daddy has it down pat and is blowing them for me!
That is me yesterday. Yeah, I was sooo tired. I had to go get black socks upstairs, put my sneaks on the wrong way, throw a blanket on my chest and get really close to mama's table. I can't tip the ice tea unless I am really close to the table!!!!!
I Love My Little One! HOWEVER,
This day was ordered up from HELL.
First of all, I wouldn't trade my sweetie in for all the tea in China. Maybe ice tea from Dunkins...hmmmm.
Today was a very difficult day. We had a 10:15 appt. at the bank. I get up to someone telling me in Chinese to HURRY. We have a poopy diaper. I am just shocked! LOL. She knows the drill now. If we are upstairs in my bathroom, I put her up on the tub surround. There are two steps. She is on the first one. She turns around and sticks her butt out at me while walking right and left. She puts her arms on the step above and just goes back and forth while humming a tune in her language (I hope). So I carefully take off her Pull Up, wipe her down and then head for her room to get dressed. This is becoming a routine! So she gets dressed and takes off. I take a shower, get dressed and make my bed and then hers. I pick up anything hanging around and put it away. I always grab the daily laundry and bring it down the stairs. Well today I had a lot to carry, so I threw her sneakers down the stairs and then the laundry. The laundry covered up my husbands two pair of sneakers. So I head down the stairs. About 5 stairs up from the bottom, I slip. It wasn't pretty. I hurt my left knee. Mind you this could hurt a small human, never mind a large human who is flailing around trying to grab onto something. So I get up all mad and hurt and put my sneakers on. Well girlfriend has already taken off her socks. She has also added three jackets to her ensemble. WTH? Grrrrr. So I put her sneaks on without the socks. I rip the jackets off to her dismay and we quickly brush our teeth, have our fluoride pill and our vitamin and head for the the door. Mind you the kid has a terrible cold and with that a snotty nose. GROSS! I feel extra bad for not having socks on her. I am now feeling like someone that doesn't have it all put together. I am pretty sure I will be staring on "Motherhood Gone Way Bad" soon. I am now looking like the typical run down mom that doesn't have her crap together. I am ready to trade in the house for a 6th floor walk up apartment, so I can fit the part more.
Anyhoo, we come back from the bank and I get a phone call. I am only on for a few minutes. I get off and decide to go look for Pingmeister. She is too quiet. Well all of a sudden I hear a piercing scream. I go to the family room and there is Ping and Neesha in a stand off. Neesha won. My poor baby. I felt awful. She must have terrorized Neesha and so Neesha struck back. She struck badly. She must have put a paw on each side of her face as there were 3 to 4 scratches on each cheek. One under her eye too. They were all bleeding. Broke my heart. I don't blame Neesha. Ping probably ran up to her while she was sleeping. So I put cold water on both cheeks. One is really bad. I actually put a band aid on that one.
First the chick has a rash, then a cold and now this. Her poor face has been through hell. I brought home this adorable cherub and now she has many battle scars. It will all get better though.
After this catastrophe, I decide that I am hell bent on getting some stuff accomplished. I am going to overcome my drained feeling, I am going to make Ping behave and be quiet and I am going to feel good by the end of the day. I can do this. WRONG. We are not home more then 10 minutes when Miss I Want To Drink Out Of A Cup And Daddy Let Me Last Night grabs her remaining PURPLE juice out of the fridge. Did I mention it's a cup and NOT a SIPPY CUP??? Well she manages just fine till she hits the dining room floor and tries to put her PURPLE juice up on the table. SPLASH. It goes everywhere. All over the dining room, up the walls, on the trim and even into the inlaw. What can I do but shake my head and figure out how to up the Cyanide dose for my husband who let her drink out of a cup cause she wanted to.
I get up, get 100 paper towels and proceed to clean up the juice while I tell the sister not to move. I could see her walking through it and then the house. She stays! Good! I run out of paper towels. I go into mom's side and grab more paper towels. I lean over to get the rest of the juice and literally I go down into a split. I $%^& you not. I literally am suspended in air with one leg going one way and the other going the other. I debate how to get out of this predicament. I can't help but contemplate about how I am going to do in my family members if I survive this. Who does splits anymore? If you are not an Olympic gymnast, you do NOT do splits. They are for trained thin folks. So I figured out to flop onto my side. Mind you, Ping is staring at me in amazement. Probably wondering if she can out run me once I am done with this split thing. So I literally sit there, catch my breath, evaluate my injuries and look at her. I pulled a muscle in my back. No problem as my knee now has company. I proceed to clean the juice with the assistance of Ping. That was sweet. She figured she had to do something to save her little life!!!!
Can I just say that at 3:15, we both laid down. She needed a nap because she has the cold and I needed 10 minutes of peace. She got up a short time later and then daddy came home. I love watching his car pull in. I proudly yell "BABA IS HOME." I got NOTHING done today. I am so bummed out about that. Ping is now running around chasing Neesha. Why doesn't she learn that she is not going to be making friends if she keeps doing that?
There are a few cute things I must share. The phone rang an hour ago. I got the phone in the hallway that is not cordless. Ping comes around the corner and hands me the cordless phone. What a sweet baby. Yesterday when Ping hit my ice tea and a little time passed, she went in my office and grabbed my other ice tea that was in a bottle. She came over to hand it to me but then made a turn. She went to the kitchen and got the blue insulator and put the bottle of ice tea in it. It was so cute. I use the insulator on my large ice teas from Dunkins. It keeps them cool. Right now as I am typing, she is on her little car and going back and forth. She is kissing daddy's butt when she backs up. She then goes forward and then backs up and kisses it again. Adorable. She is twisted I tell you. TWISTED.
I was very worried about my mental health today. I swore I was going to break down and cry. Now of course it's funny. However, I try to evaluate how I can do this better. I have yet to find the darn secret. I am tired and worn out and haven't felt like myself in awhile. My head always feels a little fuzzy, like I am catching something. Maybe I just caught MOTHERHOOD and I don't know it? I try to imagine people looking in my windows. All I can imagine is people seeing a fat woman chasing after a screaming kid from room to room and trying to dodge the obstacles. I am hoping that by the time Shayla goes to college, I look a little more put together. The alternative clearly is me living in a big white room, dressed in a white hospital gown and a drool bib while my smart child is off saving the damn world!
This mama is signing off!
XO
First of all, I wouldn't trade my sweetie in for all the tea in China. Maybe ice tea from Dunkins...hmmmm.
Today was a very difficult day. We had a 10:15 appt. at the bank. I get up to someone telling me in Chinese to HURRY. We have a poopy diaper. I am just shocked! LOL. She knows the drill now. If we are upstairs in my bathroom, I put her up on the tub surround. There are two steps. She is on the first one. She turns around and sticks her butt out at me while walking right and left. She puts her arms on the step above and just goes back and forth while humming a tune in her language (I hope). So I carefully take off her Pull Up, wipe her down and then head for her room to get dressed. This is becoming a routine! So she gets dressed and takes off. I take a shower, get dressed and make my bed and then hers. I pick up anything hanging around and put it away. I always grab the daily laundry and bring it down the stairs. Well today I had a lot to carry, so I threw her sneakers down the stairs and then the laundry. The laundry covered up my husbands two pair of sneakers. So I head down the stairs. About 5 stairs up from the bottom, I slip. It wasn't pretty. I hurt my left knee. Mind you this could hurt a small human, never mind a large human who is flailing around trying to grab onto something. So I get up all mad and hurt and put my sneakers on. Well girlfriend has already taken off her socks. She has also added three jackets to her ensemble. WTH? Grrrrr. So I put her sneaks on without the socks. I rip the jackets off to her dismay and we quickly brush our teeth, have our fluoride pill and our vitamin and head for the the door. Mind you the kid has a terrible cold and with that a snotty nose. GROSS! I feel extra bad for not having socks on her. I am now feeling like someone that doesn't have it all put together. I am pretty sure I will be staring on "Motherhood Gone Way Bad" soon. I am now looking like the typical run down mom that doesn't have her crap together. I am ready to trade in the house for a 6th floor walk up apartment, so I can fit the part more.
Anyhoo, we come back from the bank and I get a phone call. I am only on for a few minutes. I get off and decide to go look for Pingmeister. She is too quiet. Well all of a sudden I hear a piercing scream. I go to the family room and there is Ping and Neesha in a stand off. Neesha won. My poor baby. I felt awful. She must have terrorized Neesha and so Neesha struck back. She struck badly. She must have put a paw on each side of her face as there were 3 to 4 scratches on each cheek. One under her eye too. They were all bleeding. Broke my heart. I don't blame Neesha. Ping probably ran up to her while she was sleeping. So I put cold water on both cheeks. One is really bad. I actually put a band aid on that one.
First the chick has a rash, then a cold and now this. Her poor face has been through hell. I brought home this adorable cherub and now she has many battle scars. It will all get better though.
After this catastrophe, I decide that I am hell bent on getting some stuff accomplished. I am going to overcome my drained feeling, I am going to make Ping behave and be quiet and I am going to feel good by the end of the day. I can do this. WRONG. We are not home more then 10 minutes when Miss I Want To Drink Out Of A Cup And Daddy Let Me Last Night grabs her remaining PURPLE juice out of the fridge. Did I mention it's a cup and NOT a SIPPY CUP??? Well she manages just fine till she hits the dining room floor and tries to put her PURPLE juice up on the table. SPLASH. It goes everywhere. All over the dining room, up the walls, on the trim and even into the inlaw. What can I do but shake my head and figure out how to up the Cyanide dose for my husband who let her drink out of a cup cause she wanted to.
I get up, get 100 paper towels and proceed to clean up the juice while I tell the sister not to move. I could see her walking through it and then the house. She stays! Good! I run out of paper towels. I go into mom's side and grab more paper towels. I lean over to get the rest of the juice and literally I go down into a split. I $%^& you not. I literally am suspended in air with one leg going one way and the other going the other. I debate how to get out of this predicament. I can't help but contemplate about how I am going to do in my family members if I survive this. Who does splits anymore? If you are not an Olympic gymnast, you do NOT do splits. They are for trained thin folks. So I figured out to flop onto my side. Mind you, Ping is staring at me in amazement. Probably wondering if she can out run me once I am done with this split thing. So I literally sit there, catch my breath, evaluate my injuries and look at her. I pulled a muscle in my back. No problem as my knee now has company. I proceed to clean the juice with the assistance of Ping. That was sweet. She figured she had to do something to save her little life!!!!
Can I just say that at 3:15, we both laid down. She needed a nap because she has the cold and I needed 10 minutes of peace. She got up a short time later and then daddy came home. I love watching his car pull in. I proudly yell "BABA IS HOME." I got NOTHING done today. I am so bummed out about that. Ping is now running around chasing Neesha. Why doesn't she learn that she is not going to be making friends if she keeps doing that?
There are a few cute things I must share. The phone rang an hour ago. I got the phone in the hallway that is not cordless. Ping comes around the corner and hands me the cordless phone. What a sweet baby. Yesterday when Ping hit my ice tea and a little time passed, she went in my office and grabbed my other ice tea that was in a bottle. She came over to hand it to me but then made a turn. She went to the kitchen and got the blue insulator and put the bottle of ice tea in it. It was so cute. I use the insulator on my large ice teas from Dunkins. It keeps them cool. Right now as I am typing, she is on her little car and going back and forth. She is kissing daddy's butt when she backs up. She then goes forward and then backs up and kisses it again. Adorable. She is twisted I tell you. TWISTED.
I was very worried about my mental health today. I swore I was going to break down and cry. Now of course it's funny. However, I try to evaluate how I can do this better. I have yet to find the darn secret. I am tired and worn out and haven't felt like myself in awhile. My head always feels a little fuzzy, like I am catching something. Maybe I just caught MOTHERHOOD and I don't know it? I try to imagine people looking in my windows. All I can imagine is people seeing a fat woman chasing after a screaming kid from room to room and trying to dodge the obstacles. I am hoping that by the time Shayla goes to college, I look a little more put together. The alternative clearly is me living in a big white room, dressed in a white hospital gown and a drool bib while my smart child is off saving the damn world!
This mama is signing off!
XO
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Second Shift Just Arrived!!!!! YAY!!!!
Poor Miss Ping has a cold. Her nose is running like a faucet and her cough is just awful. She was up at 2am and then at 5am and so on and so on.....
So we got up and headed out for a 10:15 appt. We went to Dunkin Donuts on the way home for a nice tall ice tea for mama. We then came home. While home, I got two calls. I could hear Ping playing. I thought that she was entertaining herself. I was thrilled. Well, she certainly was entertaining herself!!!!! She came over to me and asked me to kiss the kitty cat on the 1/2 opened pouch of stinky cat food. It was right then and there, I realized we may indeed have a problem. I walked around the corner to find at least 25 paper plates all over the floor where the cats eat. At least 10 plates had various types of cat food on them. It was like a buffet. So there were blank plates, plates with different foods and one plate with 3 or 4 different kinds on it. No wonder why she smelled like cat food. UGH!!!!! It was funny, but NOT. There sat the boxes of food next to everything. She thought this was hysterical. One of our girls kept peeking around the corner waiting for Ping to vacate. After all, she had a FEAST in her future. LOL.
I just looked at Ping and she immediately picked up every single blank plate and put them back into the package. Then she took all the pouches and put them in their box and then she put all the plastic containers in their box.
I swear, I am NOT on the couch eating BON BONS! I totally keep track of her, but I like her to have a few minutes to herself without me hovering too.
Well I cleaned her hands and face and we headed out to lunch with a Ayi Karen. Karen decided to get her some Clam Chowder now that she is in New England. She loved it. Karen also got her a salad with grapes and pineapple and chicken salad and croutons, etc. She wasn't so thrilled. Oh well! After lunch, we headed to a candy store that just opened. It's penny candy. Ayi Karen handed her a bowl and she went to town!!!! She picked up a little of this and a little of that. Then Karen went to pay for it and all hell broke loose. It was like taking candy from a baby. LOL. Oh my! We tried to explain the whole pay for it thing and then you get it back, but she was not having any of it. She had a cow. Well Karen took her outside and let her have some Twizzlers. She would break off a tiny piece and hand it to Ping. Karen and I then said our goodbyes and we all headed home. As we are driving home, Ping who has managed to open her own Twizzler stick is breaking off small pieces with her teeth and spitting them out the window!!!! She can reach the window button!!!!! So I get home and there are tiny red pieces all over her, the inside of the car, in the window area, the buttons and on the outside of the truck. Mind you, we were maybe 2 miles from home! Little stinker. Needless to say, I had to clean the truck. Normally I would never allow her to have candy in the backseat, but she was overtired, not feeling great and we were so close to home that I thought she would just hold onto the bag like she had been!!!!!!
So we get home and shortly after I lie down on the couch so I can encourage her to. She gets me a blanket. Sweet baby. She plays for awhile and then gets a blanket and gets on the love seat. She must be exhausted because she is doing this willingly. Bill comes home for a quick cup of coffee before he heads off to school. He is only home for 10 minutes or so when I witness the Pingmeister change positions. She rolled to her side, but in doing so, she literally started to roll off the couch. Now it is not a far drop, so I wasn't worried. I was busy focusing on the fact that she grabbed a little freestanding table as she started to tip. Now how does a sleeping person do that if they have their eyes closed? It was so bizarre. Well guess what was on that little table? My brandy new, 1 sip taken ice tea that I got earlier in the day. I was so disappointed. Well it splashed on the couch and all over the floor. It was a large one. My one exciting big ice tea:(
So my loving husband comes in and comforts the little pumpkin who got all shook up. At the same time, he has 3 towels to clean up the spill. He asks me if I am going to get off my butt and help him? EXCUSE ME? Get off my butt? I have been doing child duty for HOURS now and don't feel the greatest. I just want 10 minutes to rest while he is home. When questioned, he proceeds to tell me that I took it the wrong way. I love that about people. People always take it the wrong way. It is never SAID the wrong way. Right? Well I hope he does not take the Cyanide in his coffee "the wrong way!!!" Sleep tight honey bunny!!!!!!
So 2 minutes after the floor and couch are cleaned, Ping comes over and starts saying "mama juice" with a pout. KID, you think you have to pout??? Look at mama's pout!!!!! It was a new tall ice tea that she was looking to savor. Would you believe it if I told you that as she was turning around to find her sweet baba, she hit the 1/4 of the amount left in the cup? SPLASH. For the LOVE OF GOD!!!!!! So Bill came and cleaned that up too. Then he said he had to go to school and the monsoon of tears began. I told Bill to stop coming home. Heck, it's better than having to deal with the aftermath. LOL.
So off to school he went and Miss Ping and I just hung out together. Did I mention the snotty nose got worse with the tears. ICKY!!!!! Bill came home around 8:30 and all was right with the world again.
She is in bed. He is asleep on the couch clearly not affected by the Cyanide and I am heading to bed. In a few short hours and I mean short, we get to do this all again.
I said pray for me in my last post. Somehow I get the feeling that nobody is doing it!!!!!!!!
So we got up and headed out for a 10:15 appt. We went to Dunkin Donuts on the way home for a nice tall ice tea for mama. We then came home. While home, I got two calls. I could hear Ping playing. I thought that she was entertaining herself. I was thrilled. Well, she certainly was entertaining herself!!!!! She came over to me and asked me to kiss the kitty cat on the 1/2 opened pouch of stinky cat food. It was right then and there, I realized we may indeed have a problem. I walked around the corner to find at least 25 paper plates all over the floor where the cats eat. At least 10 plates had various types of cat food on them. It was like a buffet. So there were blank plates, plates with different foods and one plate with 3 or 4 different kinds on it. No wonder why she smelled like cat food. UGH!!!!! It was funny, but NOT. There sat the boxes of food next to everything. She thought this was hysterical. One of our girls kept peeking around the corner waiting for Ping to vacate. After all, she had a FEAST in her future. LOL.
I just looked at Ping and she immediately picked up every single blank plate and put them back into the package. Then she took all the pouches and put them in their box and then she put all the plastic containers in their box.
I swear, I am NOT on the couch eating BON BONS! I totally keep track of her, but I like her to have a few minutes to herself without me hovering too.
Well I cleaned her hands and face and we headed out to lunch with a Ayi Karen. Karen decided to get her some Clam Chowder now that she is in New England. She loved it. Karen also got her a salad with grapes and pineapple and chicken salad and croutons, etc. She wasn't so thrilled. Oh well! After lunch, we headed to a candy store that just opened. It's penny candy. Ayi Karen handed her a bowl and she went to town!!!! She picked up a little of this and a little of that. Then Karen went to pay for it and all hell broke loose. It was like taking candy from a baby. LOL. Oh my! We tried to explain the whole pay for it thing and then you get it back, but she was not having any of it. She had a cow. Well Karen took her outside and let her have some Twizzlers. She would break off a tiny piece and hand it to Ping. Karen and I then said our goodbyes and we all headed home. As we are driving home, Ping who has managed to open her own Twizzler stick is breaking off small pieces with her teeth and spitting them out the window!!!! She can reach the window button!!!!! So I get home and there are tiny red pieces all over her, the inside of the car, in the window area, the buttons and on the outside of the truck. Mind you, we were maybe 2 miles from home! Little stinker. Needless to say, I had to clean the truck. Normally I would never allow her to have candy in the backseat, but she was overtired, not feeling great and we were so close to home that I thought she would just hold onto the bag like she had been!!!!!!
So we get home and shortly after I lie down on the couch so I can encourage her to. She gets me a blanket. Sweet baby. She plays for awhile and then gets a blanket and gets on the love seat. She must be exhausted because she is doing this willingly. Bill comes home for a quick cup of coffee before he heads off to school. He is only home for 10 minutes or so when I witness the Pingmeister change positions. She rolled to her side, but in doing so, she literally started to roll off the couch. Now it is not a far drop, so I wasn't worried. I was busy focusing on the fact that she grabbed a little freestanding table as she started to tip. Now how does a sleeping person do that if they have their eyes closed? It was so bizarre. Well guess what was on that little table? My brandy new, 1 sip taken ice tea that I got earlier in the day. I was so disappointed. Well it splashed on the couch and all over the floor. It was a large one. My one exciting big ice tea:(
So my loving husband comes in and comforts the little pumpkin who got all shook up. At the same time, he has 3 towels to clean up the spill. He asks me if I am going to get off my butt and help him? EXCUSE ME? Get off my butt? I have been doing child duty for HOURS now and don't feel the greatest. I just want 10 minutes to rest while he is home. When questioned, he proceeds to tell me that I took it the wrong way. I love that about people. People always take it the wrong way. It is never SAID the wrong way. Right? Well I hope he does not take the Cyanide in his coffee "the wrong way!!!" Sleep tight honey bunny!!!!!!
So 2 minutes after the floor and couch are cleaned, Ping comes over and starts saying "mama juice" with a pout. KID, you think you have to pout??? Look at mama's pout!!!!! It was a new tall ice tea that she was looking to savor. Would you believe it if I told you that as she was turning around to find her sweet baba, she hit the 1/4 of the amount left in the cup? SPLASH. For the LOVE OF GOD!!!!!! So Bill came and cleaned that up too. Then he said he had to go to school and the monsoon of tears began. I told Bill to stop coming home. Heck, it's better than having to deal with the aftermath. LOL.
So off to school he went and Miss Ping and I just hung out together. Did I mention the snotty nose got worse with the tears. ICKY!!!!! Bill came home around 8:30 and all was right with the world again.
She is in bed. He is asleep on the couch clearly not affected by the Cyanide and I am heading to bed. In a few short hours and I mean short, we get to do this all again.
I said pray for me in my last post. Somehow I get the feeling that nobody is doing it!!!!!!!!
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