Finally

 

Ducks. In a row. Sort of.

I'm not sure what finally got me to log in and start a post. It may have been the constant comments left by my good friends "Cheap viagra" and "Semenex."

Cough, cough. It's dusty in here.

The truth is that I haven't been posting here because I'm evolving, as one does. I no longer desire to write about every mother-related thing. I guess this means I'm no longer a "new mom." While I'm still in awe of everything my children do, I don't have the urge to run to report about it, except, on Facebook, where's it's easy to post something quickly. 

I'm still alarmed by how frustrated I can get when Shnook (now 4.75 yrs old) decides to deliberately piss me off by doing exactly the opposite of my requests, or when Fuzz (now 2.75 yrs old) puts me into an emotional tailspin with his lightening speed mind-changing:

"Go away!" "Don't LEAVE!" "Go away!" 

But in spite of those moments where I used to sit down and write about how funny and frustrating it was that I could predict when I gave Fuzz a banana, 2 seconds later he'd come back to me and say " I don't like the peel" and then after I'd removed the peel, he'd come back again for me to remove the little nub on the bottom, and then again for any "strings" and bruises. 

Now I just do that all before I give him the banana. Yeah, it took me a while to figure out that I should pre-process it. I'm slow like that.

So, for the past few months, whenever I think of a funny story or idea, I cut to the chase. I pre-process the banana, because I figured out how to do that.

I'm definitely not done sharing about parenthood, and sleep specifically. Puhlease.  We've now come to the place where Fuzz just hops out of his bed and into ours, or more specifically, onto one of us, while we are asleep. I wake up in the wee hours regularly because my trachea is being flattened by a 20-inch skull wedged between my chin and my chest.  Also, if someone can give us tips about how we can get him to stop tweaking our nipples  all night long (yes, both of ours), those suggestions would be greatly appreciated. 

So, I'm still somewhat sleep-deprived, but I suspect I will be for a while. Someone told me that you sleep again until your kids are teenagers, when you stop sleeping for fear they are dead somewhere. Nowadays that isn't so far-fetched, sadly.

Meanwhile, here I am.

Finally, I finished a 5th draft of a screenplay.

Finally, I've ordered and started filling out Fuzz's baby book (he'll be 3 in August).

Finally, I've started to make photo albums for the last 5 years.

Finally, I got a cleaning lady. I feel like a new woman, at least I do every other Tuesday.

Finally, after a year of death, lots of illness,  and general dysfunction, I'm starting to get my shit together.

Too bad we're leaving for the summer in THREE WEEKS. 

Photo Credit:Flickr

 

Comments

[Danielle Alleven]

I miss your posts...Funny, Abby insists on peeling bananas by herself, and if it's too hard to peel and the banana gets mushed, she throws it on the ground and insists on getting another one. I remain charmed, frustrated, and mystified by toddler behavior. But, I am trying not to post frustrating or negative things on Facebook, which means I'm not posting much lately. :)
I still have photo album and baby book guilt...I just can't get my act together to deal with it. Maybe you'll feel like posting more soon...or not. I'll read if you do though!