Thursday, September 23, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
A Link With a Side of Insanity
This is what made my day today: Pregnant Chicken on Caffeine
*bonus points go to Mel for sending this to me*
Additionally, this weekend was one of those weekends that involved so very little individual activities but seemed to require very much of me. 2 mornings of waking early for stuff for my kids to do and very little time left for sitting on my couch.
My couch misses me. It thinks I like my daytimer better. And I keep trying to tell it that I love them both very much and I could never choose between the two of them! But then it became very upset and refused to let me sit on it.
Well, that really didn't go over well. I mean, it's just downright disrespectful. But like many other tired moms, I didn't really respond the best way. I sat on the OTHER couch and wrote long calendar notes in my daytimer and even changed up the pen colors just to make the daytimer feel special. But that backfired.
Suddenly the daytimer seemed to be adding extra activities that I hadn't ever seen before and it was very clear that it knew exactly what I was up to and didn't appreciate being USED.
"But you are a DAYTIMER. That is why Staples let me take you home. To USE you!" I replied.
It was at that moment that I realized that I was actively going crazy and told all the inanimate objects that this conversation was closed and searched for a live person to talk to.
*bonus points go to Mel for sending this to me*
Additionally, this weekend was one of those weekends that involved so very little individual activities but seemed to require very much of me. 2 mornings of waking early for stuff for my kids to do and very little time left for sitting on my couch.
My couch misses me. It thinks I like my daytimer better. And I keep trying to tell it that I love them both very much and I could never choose between the two of them! But then it became very upset and refused to let me sit on it.
Well, that really didn't go over well. I mean, it's just downright disrespectful. But like many other tired moms, I didn't really respond the best way. I sat on the OTHER couch and wrote long calendar notes in my daytimer and even changed up the pen colors just to make the daytimer feel special. But that backfired.
Suddenly the daytimer seemed to be adding extra activities that I hadn't ever seen before and it was very clear that it knew exactly what I was up to and didn't appreciate being USED.
"But you are a DAYTIMER. That is why Staples let me take you home. To USE you!" I replied.
It was at that moment that I realized that I was actively going crazy and told all the inanimate objects that this conversation was closed and searched for a live person to talk to.
Thursday, September 02, 2010
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