Friday, October 12, 2012

Today, I will not be a speed bump!!

Random Thoughts:

I'm considering making a cup of NyQuil part of my nightly regime until Landon figures out that it's not cool to get up every night to have to go to the restroom. Yeah, Yeah...he's all potty trained and stuff now...And there are some serious advantages to this. Like, not having to buy diapers at the store anymore. My husband will tell you this is by far the best one yet. I would have to agree. And not having to change a poopy diaper anymore. Because, let's be honest, it's disgusting. However, Landon, gets up every night between the hours of midnight and 5 ish a.m. and yells, "Have to go Potty!!!" He does this at least twice a night. And in the beginning we just thought it was ploy to get out of bed but the kid goes pee every time. Every. Single. Time. Which just means we can't ignore the cries in the middle of night. I mean how do I tell him that it's okay to pee pee in your pull up? No seriously, I'm asking. If I take NyQuil I won't have to pretend that I don't hear him because I actually won't hear him. Problem solved.

Which leads to my next thought - I'm exhausted. All the time. I do  NOT sleep enough.

So I have been going through old pics for someone that is working on a project.  And in doing this I have discovered something. Something that is not acceptable. Something that is definitely not fair. Men age much better than woman do. I don't like this revelation. It pisses me off.  It's rude. And it's annoying.

I'm going to a haunted house next weekend. The last time I went to a haunted house I was 21 years old. I use to frequent haunted houses. Like a lot. I loved going to them. As many as I could every year. Until that last one. I walked straight through it. Nothing made me jump, nothing scared me. I knew the chainsaw guy couldn't really touch me. There was no element of surprise for me anymore. It was one of my darkest days. It was like I was all grown up. First Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny and now this. I met my ex husband that same night.  I was in a state of depression. I felt lonely. It's all starting to make sense to me now. ;-)

Pedestrians are funny to me.  There is rarely a "happy medium" pedestrian. Meaning that most of the time, they either take their sweet little time while crossing the road. (this comment excludes all elderly) To the point where you start picturing what it would be like if you slammed on the gas pedal in your car and got points for turning them into speed bumps. Or there is the kind that does this walk/run thing. Like maybe you look like the type that are gracious enough to wave them along to cross but really it's just a set up. It's a game of 'Do I stay or do I go?' How slow is too slow? I get the feeling that with each step they take they are saying with conviction, "Today, I will NOT be a speed bump!"

Speaking of speed bumps. I'm slightly sad about my car. I have had that piece of junk paid off for a few years now. It has been so nice to not have a car payment. But said piece of junk is on its last legs. It is not going to survive much longer. I mean, don't get me wrong, having a new car would be awesome but I think I almost prefer the no car payment to a new ride. Ask me if I still feel that way when my car no longer goes forward or the transmission just falls out completely.

So I take pride in the fact that I let my kids be anything they want to for Halloween. Mostly because I don't know if they are given that option at their Dads house. Jacob and I love when the kids are creative and come up with their own version of something. This year though, is a slightly different story. Jackson wants to be a spy. His variation of spy means wearing all black, and wearing his spy glasses with handcuffs. Maybe a black beanie hat thingy. So now we are looking at borderline spy/robber. But Jackson is wearing his costume to a 5th grade Halloween party. Yeah, IT just got real over here. I know Jackson and I know it's going to bother him if the other kids don't know what he is. I think I talked him into picking something else while making him think that he decided to be something else. How, you ask? Two words. I'm Brilliant.

I am so over baseball. Late night games means arriving home late. It means starting and eating dinner late. It's either a game or practice almost every single night of the week but definitely every single day of our weekend. I am so over baseball. Meanwhile......Jackson just keeps getting better and better. Sweet.

Jackson wants a phone for Christmas. He wants a phone because "all the other kids at school have a phone". When I asked him what he would do with the phone he said, "I would call you." The thing is, he wouldn't call me. Because he would be with me when he had the phone. I'm not sure what to do about this. I cannot think of any good reason for him to have one at his age. But I have been there. I know what it is like to want things because everyone else has one. I tried to explain to him last night that just because they all have phones or he was to have a phone does not make anyone "cool". I don't want him to think that way. I also realize if my mom had given me the same speech (which I'm sure she did) that I'm sure I didn't care. And it definitely didn't make me want whatever it was that was "cool" any less.

We are completely caught up on SOA. Jacob is excited about this. I am not. I now have to wait an entire week, with the rest of the world, to watch it. Not Sweet.

Happy Friday!!!

1 comment:

  1. You crack me up and I love your honesty! I think, no I know I am guilty of doing the walk/run thing when leaving Target or something and someone waits for me. It's my way of saying "I'm going to try to make my crossing a wee bit quicker!" But I still feel like a dork when I'm doing it.

    I remember when you bought your car. All your's. Not attached to POS. I was so proud of you. Sorry it's on it's last leg...You will find something else just as awesome!

    I don't know how you do baseball just about every night. :(