Food TV Cokehead

so im sitting (yes...i said sitting) which is rare for me and i was watching 30 Minute Meals with Rachel Ray. and i love the show and i love her. i think she's funny, obnoxious and sassy. and i love her meals. particularly b/c she calls most of them "healthy" when they're full of pasta and cheese...

but i digress...

she just did an episode where in which the meal was supposed to "recharge your battery". stating that it was for anyone who stays up all night, lots of nights - like she does. it was a meat/potato/onion hash with cheese, fried eggs and salsa on top. my kind of meal! so yummy...

but i digress again...

but my question is...unless you're a new mom dealing with a newborn...who stays up all night by choice? she's going on about how she gets home from a long day and she's got cleaning to do and mail to open and email to read..etc, etc. so she stays up all night...AND she talks 1000 miles a minute AND moves at the speed of lightening on her show.

im convinced she's got an 8 ball under the counter of her show...she's probably rubbing it on her gums during the commercial breaks while her assistants slice and dice.

sigh...its too bad its so addictive, turns you into an asshole, costs a LOT of money...oh and illegal...it would make the days so easy!!!

Patience

is a virtue. and i wish i had some. why do i get so so so aggrevated when she throws stuff? and she throws a LOT OF STUFF. tons of it. just about everything. i think it's because she knows it gets to me.

i have to stop letting it get to me.

ugh.

i yelled a LOT yesterday for the last hour of the day. and i felt BEYOND HORRIBLE about it. i just have to step back and stop.

but she throws stuff at the dogs and the baby. and us. and its unsafe.

dont know how to get her to stop.

but even though i can't stop her wacky behavior...i must control mine.

i dont want to be that yelling mom.

ugh...i hate crying.

JoS A Bank

so life is sorta getting normal again. i can't say BACK to normal b/c it's a new normal. but we're sorta getting into a routine. and im sorta ok. some days are better than others. The Boobah has been on fire these last few days. busting out words...well words are a relative term but they're her words.

MA!

DA!

and then she points at EVERYTHING and wants me to tell her what it is. sometimes she'll point and say AYA? i think she's saying...what's that? or some form of it.

we went to Joseph A Bank today. a fine mens clothing store to spend my husband's gift card that his parents gave him for christmas. he AMAZES me. i can't hold onto a gift card for more than a day. he's got it in his pocket for 4+ months.

but i digress...

so we go...she's wearing khaki pants, a pink tshirt and her new kelly green and white striped, seersucker blazer. (kill me now she's so cute) she's in the stroller and The Boy is in the Bjorn. we walked in and they were having a big sale so there were giant helium balloons all over the place.

red, yellow and white with corresponding ribbons.

oh...and cookies.

so we walk in and her eyes got wide with excitement and the salesmen got a little nervous at the sight of my "gang" as they called us walking in. i assured them that they were both well contained and that if The Boy felt like projectiling he'd be doing it down my shirt for he sits in the Bjorn facing me. Boobah was strapped in and i kept her farther than arms distance away from the fine clothing so the delicious sticky fingers wouldn't leave their mark.

the salesmen were really nice to me after that =)

so i proceed to get my hubby a GORGEOUS pair of black, flat front, light weight, garbardine trouser - left with Michael the Tailor until next week. Boobah picked out 2 polos - eggplant and tangerine in color. and i found 2 short sleeve, button down, silk (not the girly kind of silk), ivory and medium blue dressy/casual shirts.

we did well.

so did i mention there were balloons and cookies.

so besides the gorgeous clothes that we left with...Boobah was wheeled out of there with a giant red helium balloon on one arm and a shortbread cookie in the other.

she was in heaven.

then we came home - had lunch - black beans, cous cous, chicken, strawberries, yogurt, yogurt covered raisins and goldfish pretzels. oh juice AND chocolate milk.

played on the deck and shes been napping since 2...it's now 335. he's been napping for 30 minutes on the chair downstairs on his belly.

last night he slept from 8-12:40am, 1-4:40am, 5-7am. could i ask for better???? NO!

so now im waiting for her to wake so we can go to playgroup. hopefully she won't sleep through it!!

so like i said...we're figuring out what our new 'normal' is. i miss being able to do more around the house...but i think that will come. i still feel super anxious a lot of the time. i have my drs appt on thursday so i may talk to her about it.

but...today is good.

tomorrow we're going to the outlets to walk around with my friend Erica.
thursday we have Jenny the Babysitter and I'm going to the dr.
friday we're going to my cousin Jodi's.

stayin' busy...that's my motto.

I AM A GOLDEN "MOMMY" GOD!!!

hahahah...but seriously...last night i got my 5 week old boy to sleep in 2 - 4 hour stints AND i have presently...at this very second...both he and Boobah napping in their respective cribs...

ya...im happy...

off to do housework!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Hey! Monkey Mom!!

thank you for being my absolute friend...

i LOVE LOVE LOVE (infinity) you madly...

xoxoxo

Ok so it's hard...really hard. MUCH harder than I thought. Or maybe not so. I don't know. I think I'm too hazy and tired to really assess QUITE yet. I dare to say that one is easy by comparison...BUT I can see how easily 2 can become 3. That seems doable. Not that I have any intentions to have 3...please...after this I'm making my husband sleep on the deck! But I imagine that in about a year I'll look back on this time and say..."it wasn't that hard". Won't I? Yes...I will. I'm sure I will. Of course I will. (you see...if I keep telling myself this...it will be true!)

But I love my 2...I still laugh when I refer to my kidS...plural...

speaking of which...the teeny one is squacking downstairs...

sigh...