Friday, October 29, 2010

Worst. Blogger. Ever.

I'm terrible at blogging. I think it's a great idea, and I go whole-hog for about 2 weeks. And then, just like everything, I grow tired of it. So, I guess to keep me trying it, I'll need to come up with things to do on certain days. Or blog on a certain day. Or maybe find something more to blog about? Who knows.

What I can do is tell you the two words that my son says that I love more than anything: Doughmuts (obviously doughnuts) and Squeezers (scissors)

Monday, October 18, 2010

Demons CAN learn manners

My son is in the throes of the Terrible Twos. We thought 6 months ago he was bad. 'Bad' now no longer accurately describes what my son is/has been in the last 3 months. 'Demon possessed' is much more accurate. Screaming, telling us 'no', obstinate, and a multitude of other shitty behaviors have been the norm for the last two weeks. We've been using time out on the couch for the last 6 months and it 'kind of worked'. Worked in the sense that he would sit there for his allotted two minutes (all the while screaming), and then we would let him down, and he'd recreate the behavior that got him there within an hour. These wee ones have a REALLY short memory. :-/

Anywho, a week ago Saturday, the pooh hit the proverbial fan. I actually had to LEAVE the house. Like, LEAVE. Get up, walk out, as to not yell myself hoarse, or worse. So, I walked out of the house leaving my saint of a husband to watch over the demon possessed toddler writhing, gnashing his teeth, and howling. On my short walk to the end of the street and back, I decided I needed a professional. No, not a professional exorcist, but the Super Nanny.

I used to scoff at people who would refer to this woman. "It's a stupid tv show" (all this was said before my son was 'invented' or still an infant) I'd remind them often rolling my eyes. All I have to say, is this woman has more patience than I could ever dream of, but her methods DO work. And I really do think with a lot of time, a united front, and metric shit-ton of consistency, her methods may actually exorcise the demon without the collar wearing potential pedophile.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Yup. My son hates me.

Tonight, after being away from 6a until 6:30p, I came home. I was very excited to see Lex. I'd talked about him to my mom all day...all the way to the covered bridge festival and all the way home. Just last night I got a little too cocky and thought, "Maybe he's growing out of this 'I hate mommy' phase". Yeah. He hit me in the arm tonight with a train, while it was in his hand. It left two distinct marks and a cut on my arm. And while I held him (because SITTING in time out was apparently out of the question), he repeated at the top of his lungs over and over, "I want you to get away from me. I want Daddy".

*sigh* I'm pretty sure that hurts as bad as a swift kick the junk for a man.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Thursday afternoon in words

"Fuck" - spoken by the man (repeatedly) running through People's Park. That place is so dodgy. I'm not sure why I even go there to read. There are just too many whack-a-loons. The only difference between hanging out in the library during the day and People's Park is that the crazies keep their voices down in the library.

"Elvira" - a data entry program I learned today. Elvira has 2 friends: Elvis AND Edgar. I have no idea why IU is hellbent on naming their systems after weird names.

"Stress" - The Summer 2011 schedule is due a week from tomorrow. Everyone is assuring me that it isn't a huge deal since we're just going to offer the same stuff we do every summer, but when I've never even BUILT a schedule before, it kind of is a big deal.

"Gorgeous" - my god, it's beautiful outside today.

"Excited" - I'm taking tomorrow off (see: "stress") to go to the Covered Bridge Festival with my mom.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Of course I can't!

My second least favorite question beside, "When are you having another one?!" is "Can you imagine your life without him now?"

This is usually what happens:

And then I come around and say, "No, of course not! He's the greatest thing ever!"

I'm essentially drinking, eating, and running my way through the Terrible Twos.

Dear John letter

So, unbeknownst to my weekend employer, today will be my last day. There's a formal letter in my bag with 2 keys taped to it. With this new job at IU comes FAR more responsibility and an almost $4 an hour raise, so my need for this position is waning. And the simple fact of the matter is, I'm EXHAUSTED at the end of the week now. I'm barely able to make it until 11p now on Fridays, as it is, and the prospect of sitting in virtual dark using a Mac with the brightness tuned way up too high, and the screen less than 12in from my face is becoming less of a necessity and more of a pain in my ass. There were two things keeping me here: my money grubbing ways and my friend Nathen. After we talked last week, I thought that I might be able to hack it out until Christmas, but this morning I just figured I was FED UP. Actually, I was fed up the day my employer vomited in the trashcan behind me while I worked, and then left it there to tell me she'd 'clean it up' when she was done doing what she was doing, but that's neither here nor there. Everything I need to do, personally, practically needs done on the weekends, and now that I'm starting to get into running 5ks that just so happen to land on Saturdays as well, I just figured it's not worth the time and effort, and it's not worth the $50 or so I'm getting out of it. Plus, after taking Lex to the library last week on Saturday morning, I just figured I was missing out on some good times with him.

I'm definitely going to miss the people I work with here; they've been wonderful, interesting, and entertaining...but it's time to move on, and let someone else take my place. I need to spend time with my son and my husband. I need to sleep in, stay in my PJs, go to the farmer's market, take Lex to the library, and a multitude of other things that I want/need to do.

So, adios, weekend job. You saved our asses from poverty for about a year, and for that I'm grateful...but yeah. You and me? We're breaking up. It's not me; it's you.

Friday, October 1, 2010

New blog, first post

Now that I've started a new job, I figure now is the time to start a new blog. I abandoned my livejournal blog for the user-friendlier version blogger. There's so much going on in our lives right now, I feel like now is a good time to start blogging again.

So, yeah, here it is...nothing of great interest to say yet, but I talk a lot. So, I'm not worried about not having anything to say anytime soon.