Friday, December 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
The Shattering
So today the pre x-pac patch hits. Am I speaking in another language, if you don't play World of Warcraft, then it probably seems like it. The Shattering is a start to a new in game world. World of Warcraft, or WoW as it's known to most, has been around in it's base stage, known by many as classic, or vanilla WoW, for some 5 years, more if you were lucky to get into the beta. Now we prepare for the third expansion and by far the most anticipated, imo.
The other two expansion left us with a few new zones in Azeroth, 2 new races, and 2 new non-Azeroth zones. In short very little changed in the vanilla world that the oldest players (by length of playtime, not age) remember. This time that world is gone forever. When the servers come back up today and I log onto my own characters the world I logged out in will no longer exist. So I'm going to take this moment to remember all the things I loved about Azeroth, all the things that I've missed for a long time, and all the things I will start to miss from now on.
When I first started playing WoW I was a sucker for a new server. The competition of a starting area filled with players who raced to kill or collect first and fastest. Eventually the servers lost balance and population and new servers stopped being released, people had gone back to their original server after the race to 60 was won or lost. However I really hope when I get to log in tonight or tomorrow that I see packed starting zones. It will be a nice start to the new world, to see it as populated and not empty.
Lately when you leveled a new character, ignoring the quest text you've read a million times before, the world is empty, no one fights for this quest boss, or that quest item, the only people you see are NPCs or level 80s completing some achievement or another, if you're really lucky that 80 will invite you to a group and fast track you to the next map. Heck once you get your newest Alt to 80 you're really just spending your days doing the exact same thing, every day. If you're lucky you already have some friends to make this less daunting then it sounds. And if you're really lucky those friends Raid or PvP in a group and you still have fun while doing it.
One thing I miss that I doubt I'll ever see again is world pvp, I'm not talking about ganking that guy who stole your ore node, or getting your guild together to take Haala or even winning a Wintergrasp. I'm talking about the first few months of WoW when you'd be wondering along doing some quests and there's a group of level 20ish horde attacking your alliance city, and people are fighting back. No, not a few level 80's one shotting the offenders but equal level players defending their city. Does anyone remember Hilsbrad battles that lasted all day and by the time it was over Southshore guards were in Tarren Mill fighting the Tarren Mill guards and vice versa. Those were the short lived days. At least I might see some pvp over quest mobs and farming spots again, even if it isn't really the same.
Gone are the days of Desolate Desolace and the Tanaris desert, the Barrens are no longer Barren and Azshara is no longer going to be an empty zone you only visit if you want to do you level 50 something class quest. Shimmering Flats will shimmer for a different reason. I'll miss the Azeroth that made me the player I am today, even if that player is somewhat cynical at times, but I look forward to discovering a whole new world that makes leveling new and exciting again. A world that gives new players a glimpse of what made me love this game.
I will bitch, I will complain, I will be unhappy at times with other players, or confusing quest instructions. I'll miss how simple plotting talents was, but above all that I will be interested, I'll be paying attention and learning a whole new way to play. I won't be alt tabbing and reading facebook while I auto attack that monster. I will be enjoying myself no matter how miserable I sound.
The other two expansion left us with a few new zones in Azeroth, 2 new races, and 2 new non-Azeroth zones. In short very little changed in the vanilla world that the oldest players (by length of playtime, not age) remember. This time that world is gone forever. When the servers come back up today and I log onto my own characters the world I logged out in will no longer exist. So I'm going to take this moment to remember all the things I loved about Azeroth, all the things that I've missed for a long time, and all the things I will start to miss from now on.
When I first started playing WoW I was a sucker for a new server. The competition of a starting area filled with players who raced to kill or collect first and fastest. Eventually the servers lost balance and population and new servers stopped being released, people had gone back to their original server after the race to 60 was won or lost. However I really hope when I get to log in tonight or tomorrow that I see packed starting zones. It will be a nice start to the new world, to see it as populated and not empty.
Lately when you leveled a new character, ignoring the quest text you've read a million times before, the world is empty, no one fights for this quest boss, or that quest item, the only people you see are NPCs or level 80s completing some achievement or another, if you're really lucky that 80 will invite you to a group and fast track you to the next map. Heck once you get your newest Alt to 80 you're really just spending your days doing the exact same thing, every day. If you're lucky you already have some friends to make this less daunting then it sounds. And if you're really lucky those friends Raid or PvP in a group and you still have fun while doing it.
One thing I miss that I doubt I'll ever see again is world pvp, I'm not talking about ganking that guy who stole your ore node, or getting your guild together to take Haala or even winning a Wintergrasp. I'm talking about the first few months of WoW when you'd be wondering along doing some quests and there's a group of level 20ish horde attacking your alliance city, and people are fighting back. No, not a few level 80's one shotting the offenders but equal level players defending their city. Does anyone remember Hilsbrad battles that lasted all day and by the time it was over Southshore guards were in Tarren Mill fighting the Tarren Mill guards and vice versa. Those were the short lived days. At least I might see some pvp over quest mobs and farming spots again, even if it isn't really the same.
Gone are the days of Desolate Desolace and the Tanaris desert, the Barrens are no longer Barren and Azshara is no longer going to be an empty zone you only visit if you want to do you level 50 something class quest. Shimmering Flats will shimmer for a different reason. I'll miss the Azeroth that made me the player I am today, even if that player is somewhat cynical at times, but I look forward to discovering a whole new world that makes leveling new and exciting again. A world that gives new players a glimpse of what made me love this game.
I will bitch, I will complain, I will be unhappy at times with other players, or confusing quest instructions. I'll miss how simple plotting talents was, but above all that I will be interested, I'll be paying attention and learning a whole new way to play. I won't be alt tabbing and reading facebook while I auto attack that monster. I will be enjoying myself no matter how miserable I sound.
Monday, November 8, 2010
on writing about vampires
I think what a lot of popular vampire stories have in common are unhealthy relationships. Whether it's between two vampires, or a vampire and a human the relationships that develop, especially on the romantic level are often emotionally abusive on some level if not physically. As I work on editing my own stories involving vampires I can only hope that I break out of the trend. I admit a lack of respect for Stephanie Myers keeps my from reading the twilight series but I've noticed the same with Anne Rice, Charlene Harris, Michael Romkey and many others.
However it's a difficult task to tackle. In most authors own lore there is a hierarchy amongst vampires, the older the individual the more powerful they are is pretty standard. Even in my own lore there are varying factions of vampires, with different strengths and weaknesses. When you're putting these creatures together it becomes difficult to verbalize equality however amongst rivals or platonic character interaction this isn't a huge focus.
When you come to writing relationships there's a lot to consider. Especially between vampires and humans. You're dealing with a creature who is physically superior and generally incredibly older. A lot of authors like to let their vampires personalities be dated by when they were human. In my opinion this is were a lot of the issues of healthy relationships come into play. While I agree that the period in which a person became a vampire would influence the vampires values I think it's too much of a stretch that they would be that attached to the time itself. However this also varies depending on the lore an author works with and how reclusive the vampire in question is.
Suffice to say some vampires may hang on to their past, my own villain is a vampire like this. In fact while doing edits on my own novel I noticed that I was hopefully breaking this trend. A lot of my book center's around my main vampire realizing that she is in an emotionally abusive relationship with her maker. While not my original intent when I started writing this book many years ago, it was a present realization.
What happens in a lot of stories is you have a vampire protecting a human, when you throw a relationship into a situation it's hard not to have an overbearing white knight. Two things can happen, either this vampire is so protective that they refuse to change the human, thus leaving themselves as the literal superior life-form in the relationship (we're talking physically here) often times using their human lover as a walking vending machine. The other option is that the vampire fails in some way and is faced with the death of his/her human love or having to change them.
Ultimately when you write about humanized vampires you're going to get compared with the popular authors I mentioned above. For a long time I was afraid to keep writing, as I wanted to stand out and not be compared but I've realized that it's unavoidable, and not necessarily a bad thing. If I get compared to a popular author, especially a popular author who no longer writes vampire themed novels that can open up my reader base, and hopefully it will be these people who see the difference.
However it's a difficult task to tackle. In most authors own lore there is a hierarchy amongst vampires, the older the individual the more powerful they are is pretty standard. Even in my own lore there are varying factions of vampires, with different strengths and weaknesses. When you're putting these creatures together it becomes difficult to verbalize equality however amongst rivals or platonic character interaction this isn't a huge focus.
When you come to writing relationships there's a lot to consider. Especially between vampires and humans. You're dealing with a creature who is physically superior and generally incredibly older. A lot of authors like to let their vampires personalities be dated by when they were human. In my opinion this is were a lot of the issues of healthy relationships come into play. While I agree that the period in which a person became a vampire would influence the vampires values I think it's too much of a stretch that they would be that attached to the time itself. However this also varies depending on the lore an author works with and how reclusive the vampire in question is.
Suffice to say some vampires may hang on to their past, my own villain is a vampire like this. In fact while doing edits on my own novel I noticed that I was hopefully breaking this trend. A lot of my book center's around my main vampire realizing that she is in an emotionally abusive relationship with her maker. While not my original intent when I started writing this book many years ago, it was a present realization.
What happens in a lot of stories is you have a vampire protecting a human, when you throw a relationship into a situation it's hard not to have an overbearing white knight. Two things can happen, either this vampire is so protective that they refuse to change the human, thus leaving themselves as the literal superior life-form in the relationship (we're talking physically here) often times using their human lover as a walking vending machine. The other option is that the vampire fails in some way and is faced with the death of his/her human love or having to change them.
Ultimately when you write about humanized vampires you're going to get compared with the popular authors I mentioned above. For a long time I was afraid to keep writing, as I wanted to stand out and not be compared but I've realized that it's unavoidable, and not necessarily a bad thing. If I get compared to a popular author, especially a popular author who no longer writes vampire themed novels that can open up my reader base, and hopefully it will be these people who see the difference.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Tonight when I came down from putting Lyra to bed the phone started ringing, I was still on the stairs and Ace was next to the phone.
She shouted "OH NO MOMMY," and picked it up off the charger, but the phone continued to ring.
"Aisy," I said. "Can you take the phone to someone?" It rings a second time
"Mommy! Mommy! Oh no, Mommy!"
"Aislyn, can you answer the phone?"
A glimmer of hope shines in her blue eyes, she smiles a crazed smile and starts pressing buttons. "Mommy!" She shouts gleefully. "Mommy! Phone, Mommy!" The phone rings again but is cut off by another button as she runs to the kitchen. "Ka-kew!" she proclaims to her Grandmother. "Ka-kew, Ka-kew, Ka-kew!" she thrusts the phone into my mothers waiting hand.
Whoever was on the other end was very confused.
She shouted "OH NO MOMMY," and picked it up off the charger, but the phone continued to ring.
"Aisy," I said. "Can you take the phone to someone?" It rings a second time
"Mommy! Mommy! Oh no, Mommy!"
"Aislyn, can you answer the phone?"
A glimmer of hope shines in her blue eyes, she smiles a crazed smile and starts pressing buttons. "Mommy!" She shouts gleefully. "Mommy! Phone, Mommy!" The phone rings again but is cut off by another button as she runs to the kitchen. "Ka-kew!" she proclaims to her Grandmother. "Ka-kew, Ka-kew, Ka-kew!" she thrusts the phone into my mothers waiting hand.
Whoever was on the other end was very confused.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
We were away while we settled in and visited with Daddy on his vacation, and since vacation has been over and the settling is done here is a recap.
Our flight went amazingly well compared to previous attempts. We flew Porter out of Ottawa, I was previously a huge fan of west jet but lately their prices are no better then Air Canada, and they no longer fly direct to Halifax, also last time we flew with them the flight staff left something to be desired. By which I mean we waited for over an hour to get our wings de-iced and the flight attendants continued to insist that Ace be buckled in even though she was in a full out screaming panic. However we flew Porter home in the spring and the flight staff brought Aislyn little "gifts" from the pilot (a signed postcard thing and a sticker) and bribed her with a cookie to not scream during take off.
Her only problem is with the seat belt. This time I brought a bunch of bags of mini oreos and that worked for take off. Then since it was an empty flight (there were like 15 people) the girls got to move around and sit in different seats, they seat belted their daddy dolls, and colored and watched movies on my iPod. Landing was a little rough, Ace didn't want to sit in her seat and then Lyra climbed off my lap while Ace was flailing and ended up kicked in the face but one of the flight attendants helped me calm her down (she was too smart for the bribe this time). The flight staff was awesome with not getting on my case while I was trying to calm her down and strap her in while wrestling another kid on my lap.
We've had visits from Daddy, from all our aunties and uncles and even honorary ones. So far so good on a great visit.
Our flight went amazingly well compared to previous attempts. We flew Porter out of Ottawa, I was previously a huge fan of west jet but lately their prices are no better then Air Canada, and they no longer fly direct to Halifax, also last time we flew with them the flight staff left something to be desired. By which I mean we waited for over an hour to get our wings de-iced and the flight attendants continued to insist that Ace be buckled in even though she was in a full out screaming panic. However we flew Porter home in the spring and the flight staff brought Aislyn little "gifts" from the pilot (a signed postcard thing and a sticker) and bribed her with a cookie to not scream during take off.
Her only problem is with the seat belt. This time I brought a bunch of bags of mini oreos and that worked for take off. Then since it was an empty flight (there were like 15 people) the girls got to move around and sit in different seats, they seat belted their daddy dolls, and colored and watched movies on my iPod. Landing was a little rough, Ace didn't want to sit in her seat and then Lyra climbed off my lap while Ace was flailing and ended up kicked in the face but one of the flight attendants helped me calm her down (she was too smart for the bribe this time). The flight staff was awesome with not getting on my case while I was trying to calm her down and strap her in while wrestling another kid on my lap.
We've had visits from Daddy, from all our aunties and uncles and even honorary ones. So far so good on a great visit.
Friday, October 1, 2010
To Whom it May Concern,
The whiny 3 year old in my bed watching He-man and She-ra better be back to her normal happy self tomorrow morning. I will only accept this unexplained whiny, sobbing, mess of a child I've had for the last 3 days if she is an angel on the air plane tomorrow, I require no fighting of the seat belt or tantrums about wearing it that involve biting hitting and ear shattering screams. If my demands are not met I will be seeing who ever is in charge and we will be getting our old personality back, you will reinstall it for free and so help me if she malfunctions again I may have to seek a refund.
Thanks
The whiny 3 year old in my bed watching He-man and She-ra better be back to her normal happy self tomorrow morning. I will only accept this unexplained whiny, sobbing, mess of a child I've had for the last 3 days if she is an angel on the air plane tomorrow, I require no fighting of the seat belt or tantrums about wearing it that involve biting hitting and ear shattering screams. If my demands are not met I will be seeing who ever is in charge and we will be getting our old personality back, you will reinstall it for free and so help me if she malfunctions again I may have to seek a refund.
Thanks
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
This week has been insane and I haven't had time to update where I could think of anything to say. I feel bad as I know there is one special dude who reads this everyday. First off after I found my wallet the cards got her but the bank replaced the wrong card, which I didn't notice until I went to use it, and so I am without my main bank card, which meant I had to put my checks in my account that I never use. Ace has been going through snacks like no bodies business and I've been too exhausted to fight with her over it and to be honest mostly relieved that she's eating again. So I've had to buy groceries two more times then I'd planned because of this.
Then I had to do co-op last minute at preschool, and the kids got up at 3am that morning, FUUUUUUUUUUUUN. I've missed J every time he's been online because I'm trying to get all my loose ends tied up. Bell also fucked us over again this month (which is partially my fault and then they lied and made me think i could fix it, thankfully I don't trust them and called before I was totally screwed over). Over all the last week has been stupidly overwhelming.
Then I had to do co-op last minute at preschool, and the kids got up at 3am that morning, FUUUUUUUUUUUUN. I've missed J every time he's been online because I'm trying to get all my loose ends tied up. Bell also fucked us over again this month (which is partially my fault and then they lied and made me think i could fix it, thankfully I don't trust them and called before I was totally screwed over). Over all the last week has been stupidly overwhelming.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Dragon Age, will contain spoilers
I'm a huge nerd and for the last few months I've had a raging nerd boner for Dragon Age. I beat it within a week of starting it back in March, which is a record for me, usually I take a month or so but this game had me staying up past my bedtime just to play I love it so much. Then I promptly made every race/class/gender combo I could and started playing through the opening areas, and the DLCs, oh the DLCs had me starting new games to play them through. Then the expansion came out and that was awesome too, I beat it in a few days and had nothing to do but go back to the original and start fumbling around with different plot options.
With J away and the recent announcement that DA:2 is coming out in March I couldn't believe how much I still wanted to do, like beat the game about 6 different ways at least. I think the thing I love the most about this game is every time you play it through you still get a different twist to your characters story. I played a Nobel human, so my characters personal story was one of revenge for her family. I focused on relations ships with only 3 of the NPCs in my party even leaving one to die in a village instead of saving him and bringing him with. So I got very little conversation from most of my party. The game has romantic side plots and I focused on Alister and once I secured his seat on the throne my character became her queen, we used dark magic so we'd survive killing the end boss. We made many changes for the better in our kingdom.
Your party also chats while you're running, so not only is your personal story and interactions different each play through you get to hear different NPC conversations depending on who comes out in the world with you. My first play through consisted on mostly groups with Shale (A golem and my tank), Wynne (a mage and my healer), myself a (duel weilding warrior), and Leiliana (a rogue, and an Archer). Sometimes I would take Alister as my tank. Shale mostly throws her weight around, but Alistair and Wynne have a lot of greatly funny talks, Wynne teases Alistair for sneaking peaks at your bum, Alister calls her old and she retorts with dirty old lady humor.
This time I played a mage, and I switched up my party a lot more, I made my entire crew my best friends. My character flirted romantically with a few party member before settling on Alister. I took Alistair as my main tank and off-specced Morragain my healer, I went back and forth between Ogren and Zeveran as my extra damage. No one in my party abandoned me or tried to kill me (at least not more then once). But being a Mage I couldn't become Queen, and Alistair broke it off with my character, I decided to do the big -dies to save everyone- ending. I admit when they did the memorial and what everyone else did after I died, I cried.
I'll admit this second play through was a three day whirlwind where the kids watched cartoons on my computer so I could have the TV (well when they wanted to watch cartoons at least). Last night the amount of time I'd been playing showed it's effects in my dreams (along with a nice shout out to Neverwhere which I'd just finished reading). I had a dream where I was protecting my parents house from the Darkspawn Blight. I was also an opener (like Door from Neverwhere). Alistair was helping me though sometimes he was J. My parents home was reverted to what it probably looked like in the 1800s when it was built. I found a saw edges sword that had magic and began using it to take out dark spawn 5 at a time. However I woke up before the blight was ended (and just as the fighter jets showed up oO).
Tonight I hope I sleep more and dream less.
With J away and the recent announcement that DA:2 is coming out in March I couldn't believe how much I still wanted to do, like beat the game about 6 different ways at least. I think the thing I love the most about this game is every time you play it through you still get a different twist to your characters story. I played a Nobel human, so my characters personal story was one of revenge for her family. I focused on relations ships with only 3 of the NPCs in my party even leaving one to die in a village instead of saving him and bringing him with. So I got very little conversation from most of my party. The game has romantic side plots and I focused on Alister and once I secured his seat on the throne my character became her queen, we used dark magic so we'd survive killing the end boss. We made many changes for the better in our kingdom.
Your party also chats while you're running, so not only is your personal story and interactions different each play through you get to hear different NPC conversations depending on who comes out in the world with you. My first play through consisted on mostly groups with Shale (A golem and my tank), Wynne (a mage and my healer), myself a (duel weilding warrior), and Leiliana (a rogue, and an Archer). Sometimes I would take Alister as my tank. Shale mostly throws her weight around, but Alistair and Wynne have a lot of greatly funny talks, Wynne teases Alistair for sneaking peaks at your bum, Alister calls her old and she retorts with dirty old lady humor.
This time I played a mage, and I switched up my party a lot more, I made my entire crew my best friends. My character flirted romantically with a few party member before settling on Alister. I took Alistair as my main tank and off-specced Morragain my healer, I went back and forth between Ogren and Zeveran as my extra damage. No one in my party abandoned me or tried to kill me (at least not more then once). But being a Mage I couldn't become Queen, and Alistair broke it off with my character, I decided to do the big -dies to save everyone- ending. I admit when they did the memorial and what everyone else did after I died, I cried.
I'll admit this second play through was a three day whirlwind where the kids watched cartoons on my computer so I could have the TV (well when they wanted to watch cartoons at least). Last night the amount of time I'd been playing showed it's effects in my dreams (along with a nice shout out to Neverwhere which I'd just finished reading). I had a dream where I was protecting my parents house from the Darkspawn Blight. I was also an opener (like Door from Neverwhere). Alistair was helping me though sometimes he was J. My parents home was reverted to what it probably looked like in the 1800s when it was built. I found a saw edges sword that had magic and began using it to take out dark spawn 5 at a time. However I woke up before the blight was ended (and just as the fighter jets showed up oO).
Tonight I hope I sleep more and dream less.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
real life has gotten in the way of this. Hopefully I can learn to stay on top of it better in the months to come. It's been hard to update as I've been going to bed shortly after the kids. Lyra has been waking at midnight for diaper changes and demanding to come to bed with me. Where she stares at me for an hour before going back to sleep.
This throws off our mornings because Ace usually comes in around 4/5am and sleeps until 7/8am and would happy to snuggle with Lyra and sleep like normal, this is unacceptable to Lyra though, so this leaves me up at 12am about every morning and only sleeping about 3 hours a night.
This throws off our mornings because Ace usually comes in around 4/5am and sleeps until 7/8am and would happy to snuggle with Lyra and sleep like normal, this is unacceptable to Lyra though, so this leaves me up at 12am about every morning and only sleeping about 3 hours a night.
Friday, September 17, 2010
First day of school
Wednesday while coming home from grocery shopping I was talking to Ace about starting preschool. She was so excited until I explained it was just for her, Mommy and Lala were just going to drop her off and go home. She lost it, this explanation lead to walking the rest of the way home with a 3 year old attached to my leg kissing my butt and crying NOO MAMA YOU TOO, YOU SCHOOL TOO, PLEASE MAMA, SCHOOL YOU AND LALA PLEEASE. I distracted her with chocolate milk and some lunch, and spent the afternoon worrying about it.
Supper time rolled around she brought up school again, so I told her tomorrow morning we could pack her back pack and have breakfast and then we'd go to school, she was excited again and wanted to pack her back pack RIGHT NOW.
So we got up and did all the things I promised, we got dressed, took some pictures outside and walked to school. The only tear shed were over putting on her indoor shoes. She was the only tomboy in her class too, with her Mohawk hat, camo pants, and Harley shirt. The teacher opened the classroom door called for puzzles to be put away (and she did, she never does at home), and then zoom into the room and sitting in the circle without a goodbye or a look back, my kid.
I was late to pick her up, well sorta. I thought I was early so I was letting L run around a bit until I noticed the other parents coming out, oops. She did not want to leave, she ran to one of the teachers and yelled NO NO HOME ME STAY STAAAAAY. And cried the whole way home demanding to be carried. At one point I said "I guess I should have brought the wagon, and she said "yeah Mommy." In her "well duh mom" voice.
Supper time rolled around she brought up school again, so I told her tomorrow morning we could pack her back pack and have breakfast and then we'd go to school, she was excited again and wanted to pack her back pack RIGHT NOW.
So we got up and did all the things I promised, we got dressed, took some pictures outside and walked to school. The only tear shed were over putting on her indoor shoes. She was the only tomboy in her class too, with her Mohawk hat, camo pants, and Harley shirt. The teacher opened the classroom door called for puzzles to be put away (and she did, she never does at home), and then zoom into the room and sitting in the circle without a goodbye or a look back, my kid.
I was late to pick her up, well sorta. I thought I was early so I was letting L run around a bit until I noticed the other parents coming out, oops. She did not want to leave, she ran to one of the teachers and yelled NO NO HOME ME STAY STAAAAAY. And cried the whole way home demanding to be carried. At one point I said "I guess I should have brought the wagon, and she said "yeah Mommy." In her "well duh mom" voice.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
I should have mentioned last post we got the dolls from Here I am still really happy about them and they've lead to some hilarious comments out side "yes baby, 2 daddies, you guys have two daddies." Mom thinks J should record "Please don't throw me down the stairs"
Tonight my goal is to tidy the hell out of the house, and sort the laundry and have dishes ready to wash. Initially I planned to clean everything but I have a whole morning with only one kid so I might as well do dishes.
holy nuts.
Tonight my goal is to tidy the hell out of the house, and sort the laundry and have dishes ready to wash. Initially I planned to clean everything but I have a whole morning with only one kid so I might as well do dishes.
holy nuts.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
I considered Live Blogging True Blood tonight, but I do not have the stamina for that. So I spent my normal Blog allotted time recounting tonights season ender for J before he went to work.
My current mission is to fold the rest of the laundry after moving a sprawled 3 year old from my bed and praying the 20 month old STAYS ASLEEP.
My current mission is to fold the rest of the laundry after moving a sprawled 3 year old from my bed and praying the 20 month old STAYS ASLEEP.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Yesterday was hectic, I gave up trying to clean when the second I turned my back the kids were wrecking things or fighting. Hair pulling out I am. I also tried to go to bed early (around 9:30/10) except Lyra woke up as I was crawling into bed, she was screaming and fighting. I changed her diaper and she tried to put it back on as I was getting a clean one out, she fought the clean one and cried NONONO. Then I tried to put her back to bed and she cried for Daddy, so I tried to let her sleep with me, which means she headbutted me, slapped at me and giggled and babbled for an hour before I put her in her own bed where she fell happily asleep.
Tonight my goal is folding and putting away clean laundry, tomorrow dishes. Again the kids were way too insane to get anything done.
Tonight my goal is folding and putting away clean laundry, tomorrow dishes. Again the kids were way too insane to get anything done.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Ace has been acting out a lot during the day. She hits and throws things when she doesn't get her way, my polite girl with please and thank yous just demands things that she knows full well she won't get and then hits me as if to prove that I should just give it to her. However she hasn't peed the bed at all.
Lyra however has been sweet and cuddly about as often as she's screaming at me. She wants a drink she screams, she wants a diaper change she screams, the tiniest thing does not go her way when she wants it, she screams. Aside from the cuddles this is normal but the lack of relief in the evening makes it exhausting.
I've been doing okay at keeping the house tidy. I bought paper plates to help keep dishes down (I got compostable ones) and I've been making myself do the dishes every second day.
However my wallet has been missing for three days and I've been so exhausted by the time the kids go to bed that I just don't have the energy to look. I'm going to set up the pank n play tomorrow for Lyra and put on Invader Zim, and He-Man to keep the kids entertained while I clean.
Lyra however has been sweet and cuddly about as often as she's screaming at me. She wants a drink she screams, she wants a diaper change she screams, the tiniest thing does not go her way when she wants it, she screams. Aside from the cuddles this is normal but the lack of relief in the evening makes it exhausting.
I've been doing okay at keeping the house tidy. I bought paper plates to help keep dishes down (I got compostable ones) and I've been making myself do the dishes every second day.
However my wallet has been missing for three days and I've been so exhausted by the time the kids go to bed that I just don't have the energy to look. I'm going to set up the pank n play tomorrow for Lyra and put on Invader Zim, and He-Man to keep the kids entertained while I clean.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Today beat me up and made me it's bitch. My wallet is missing, like not even lost, missing, I've looked in on around and under everything in my house. I'm going to call Nancy when she gets home and see if maybe a wayward baby snuck it into her diaper bag. The missing wallet would not be such a big deal except my babysitter is not calling me back and I'm supposed to be at a pre school meeting tonight in an hour. Oh well it's pissing down rain anyway.
I feel sick, my head is pounding and I need snack/lunch groceries for the kids, the power has flickered twice now. I can't wait to go to bed and have this day over.
I feel sick, my head is pounding and I need snack/lunch groceries for the kids, the power has flickered twice now. I can't wait to go to bed and have this day over.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Today was a little rough. The kids were not incredibly bad, however Lyra does seem to be competing for the title of worlds angriest toddler. For the most part though, they were good, and Lyra took a nice long nap. However I've had a headache for two days now. Mostly it's just a barely there kind of annoying throb, but it got bad enough today that I had to pop some advil. I think a lot of it is from not having a proper computer chair, I ordered a stability ball to work out on and double as a computer chair, hopefully... my desk is pretty low so I'm hoping it works right.
Bah.
Bah.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Tonight I will be lame about posting again. I am exhausted, Lyra was up and down all night and then up demanding a diaper change at 4am, going to bed early failed. I did finish all the crocheting I had to do but realized a few minutes ago that the post office is likely closed for the holiday so I won't get to ship until Tuesday. I sent the sitter a message to confirm for Tuesday but I haven't heard back from her. ACK!
I also feel like ass and stayed up to watch true blood only to find out that HERP DERP the finale is next week and it's just re-runs tonight.
I also feel like ass and stayed up to watch true blood only to find out that HERP DERP the finale is next week and it's just re-runs tonight.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Well I was just given what for, in regards to not updating yesterday. So I'm taking care to do so tonight.
Nancy and Maia came over today for a visit, we looked at Halloween costumes for Maia and I showed off the girls costumes. Lyra is being Spock and Ace is being Hit Girl, we'll be doing our Trick or Treating in Nova Scotia. We also watched the Disney Animated Alice in Wonderland.
I spent the afternoon writing while the girls indulged in an Invader Zim marathon. Aislyn is in love and asks for ZIM when I ask what she wants to watch. I am pleased.
Nancy and Maia came over today for a visit, we looked at Halloween costumes for Maia and I showed off the girls costumes. Lyra is being Spock and Ace is being Hit Girl, we'll be doing our Trick or Treating in Nova Scotia. We also watched the Disney Animated Alice in Wonderland.
I spent the afternoon writing while the girls indulged in an Invader Zim marathon. Aislyn is in love and asks for ZIM when I ask what she wants to watch. I am pleased.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Finally heard from J. He hasn't had time to call yet but he just woke up (it was around 5:30am there) and we got to chat on MSN and get up to date and it was nice. It will be nicer when he has actually internet and we can skype but right now that was a nice chat. And I booked my flight to NS and back which is now three months instead of two, my parents will be happy.
I was going to clean the hell out of everything tonight but really all I have left is dishes and laundry which I can really get done tomorrow, I let it get way too hot in her and I just can't make myself do it. I'm debating on working out or just going straight to a shower and try to beat the kids awake (and by that I mean wake before them, not beat them into a wakeful state) and workout before they get up. I did really well today, wasn't hungry and still have like 15pts left over. I can do this.
I was going to clean the hell out of everything tonight but really all I have left is dishes and laundry which I can really get done tomorrow, I let it get way too hot in her and I just can't make myself do it. I'm debating on working out or just going straight to a shower and try to beat the kids awake (and by that I mean wake before them, not beat them into a wakeful state) and workout before they get up. I did really well today, wasn't hungry and still have like 15pts left over. I can do this.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
I'm finding it hard to care about cleaning the kitchen today. The kids hit destruction level 7 about an hour ago but kept it to dumping dinner on the floor. Pretty sure tonight I'm not going to work out but attempt to work out in the morning. Tonight I will fold laundry and crochet. That's the plan I'm sticking to now.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
day one
So today I was productive, which is new for me on a first day. Usually I curl up with my computer or a video game, listen to kids who are trying really hard to convince me to sell them for very small sums of money, or you know, pocket lint, and generally wallow and hate everything. I do this regardless of if he's gone a few days, a few weeks, or a few months. I don't know why.
Today was different, today I woke up did my normal, everyday morning routine. THEN I started weight watchers tracking again. I then shut down my computer and totally rearranged my living room. This is not totally out there, I move my furniture around every 2 or 3 months. I suffer from wonderlust and moving the furniture not only gives me a chance to deep clean and find missing things but it also mutes that desire to pack up and move somewhere for no reason other then new surroundings.
J's computer is unhooked and ready to be put in the closet safe from baby fingers. Speaking of baby fingers, the girls were remarkably good today. They broke my heart by chanting "Daddy all gone" all day but they were well behaved. Slept in, Lyra napped most of the afternoon and still went to bed on time.
Tomorrow my goals are to get a work out in, clean the kitchen, and fold the clean laundry.
Today was different, today I woke up did my normal, everyday morning routine. THEN I started weight watchers tracking again. I then shut down my computer and totally rearranged my living room. This is not totally out there, I move my furniture around every 2 or 3 months. I suffer from wonderlust and moving the furniture not only gives me a chance to deep clean and find missing things but it also mutes that desire to pack up and move somewhere for no reason other then new surroundings.
J's computer is unhooked and ready to be put in the closet safe from baby fingers. Speaking of baby fingers, the girls were remarkably good today. They broke my heart by chanting "Daddy all gone" all day but they were well behaved. Slept in, Lyra napped most of the afternoon and still went to bed on time.
Tomorrow my goals are to get a work out in, clean the kitchen, and fold the clean laundry.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Today my oldest turns 3. It's insane, that it was only 3 years ago, and at the same time insane that she's already 3.
Three years ago I was sent home from the hospital two times before being admitted the third time. I labored, in back labor for 37 hours before being admitted, I experienced a few hours of medicated relief with a walking epidural and then for the last 1.5 hours (push time included) I made due without it (by choice).
You know, with my very first birth experience I came out feeling like a super hero. I labored, unmedicated for 37 hours, with back labor. I can honestly say that it wasn't that bad. That, had I know other mothers to have terrible wrenching pain with back labor, even with an epidural. The same can be said of Mom's who have "properly" positioned babies. My friend at Tales of an Unlikely Mother says it best when she says Your Mileage May Very.
To a lot of other Moms, most of those who've had all natural births, scoff at me and my pride at 45 hours. When I say my pain wasn't so bad, that pushing wasn't so bad. I'm met with "but you had an epidural." It makes me wonder what part of the 5ish hours I had a walking epidural negates the other 40 hours? What part of 37 hours before being medicated, with back labor, is not painful and pride worthy because once admitted I accepted the epidural I'd planned on anyway?
Could I have done without it. Well that's up for debate, had the timing been less I would say definitely. But at 37 hours, I was exhausted, without the epidural I would have had no sleep for 2 days and at that point I didn't have the energy to roll over let alone push a baby out. I firmly believe that if I hadn't gotten that epidural and some sleep along with it that my labor would have stretched out even more.
So what I'm saying is, don't judge and Happy Birthday Baby.
Three years ago I was sent home from the hospital two times before being admitted the third time. I labored, in back labor for 37 hours before being admitted, I experienced a few hours of medicated relief with a walking epidural and then for the last 1.5 hours (push time included) I made due without it (by choice).
You know, with my very first birth experience I came out feeling like a super hero. I labored, unmedicated for 37 hours, with back labor. I can honestly say that it wasn't that bad. That, had I know other mothers to have terrible wrenching pain with back labor, even with an epidural. The same can be said of Mom's who have "properly" positioned babies. My friend at Tales of an Unlikely Mother says it best when she says Your Mileage May Very.
To a lot of other Moms, most of those who've had all natural births, scoff at me and my pride at 45 hours. When I say my pain wasn't so bad, that pushing wasn't so bad. I'm met with "but you had an epidural." It makes me wonder what part of the 5ish hours I had a walking epidural negates the other 40 hours? What part of 37 hours before being medicated, with back labor, is not painful and pride worthy because once admitted I accepted the epidural I'd planned on anyway?
Could I have done without it. Well that's up for debate, had the timing been less I would say definitely. But at 37 hours, I was exhausted, without the epidural I would have had no sleep for 2 days and at that point I didn't have the energy to roll over let alone push a baby out. I firmly believe that if I hadn't gotten that epidural and some sleep along with it that my labor would have stretched out even more.
So what I'm saying is, don't judge and Happy Birthday Baby.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Lets get Serious for a minute
Today had been rough, we're so close to J deploying, I'm sick, it's been shitty outside. I went to bed last night with big plans to finish getting the house in order and after 6 attempts all resulting dizzy, sick, vertigo I gave up.
We're all way off schedule. Eating late, sleeping weird. Everyone is cranky. Sometimes I forget how much an hour or two can make when it comes to a kids routine. And lately food is the last thing on my mind. Tonight we were in full meltdown mode. The kids were being flat out bad, J and I both feel sick and all 4 of us were tantruming. Finally I made supper and it amazes me that they ate and are now quietly playing on their own and soon Lyra will be in bed.
Part of us (the collective J and I) want to talk about his leaving, but mostly we avoid it. It's hard, we'll make a few jokes about stuff and then there's that one too many, it's not the joke itself just that invisible line that's always changing on the topic of away. It's hard when the kids don't want to cuddle or be affectionate. It hard to explain to 1.5 and 3 years olds that you need to hug Daddy now because this time next week you won't be able to.
11 months seems like a lifetime and I spend a lot of time wondering what I'm going to do with myself and my children. In reality even though his HLTA is not well broken up the time will likely not be as bad as I think. In fact our first period will barely be over a month, then I'll spend a few months with my family in NS, and we'll be back in time for his second HLTA. The longest period will be the 5 months after that. Plus I have tons of yarn and games to keep me busy when the kids are sleeping and hopefully I can make a little money this season. If I can sell 30 hats I will break even.
But mostly we try not to think about it.
We're all way off schedule. Eating late, sleeping weird. Everyone is cranky. Sometimes I forget how much an hour or two can make when it comes to a kids routine. And lately food is the last thing on my mind. Tonight we were in full meltdown mode. The kids were being flat out bad, J and I both feel sick and all 4 of us were tantruming. Finally I made supper and it amazes me that they ate and are now quietly playing on their own and soon Lyra will be in bed.
Part of us (the collective J and I) want to talk about his leaving, but mostly we avoid it. It's hard, we'll make a few jokes about stuff and then there's that one too many, it's not the joke itself just that invisible line that's always changing on the topic of away. It's hard when the kids don't want to cuddle or be affectionate. It hard to explain to 1.5 and 3 years olds that you need to hug Daddy now because this time next week you won't be able to.
11 months seems like a lifetime and I spend a lot of time wondering what I'm going to do with myself and my children. In reality even though his HLTA is not well broken up the time will likely not be as bad as I think. In fact our first period will barely be over a month, then I'll spend a few months with my family in NS, and we'll be back in time for his second HLTA. The longest period will be the 5 months after that. Plus I have tons of yarn and games to keep me busy when the kids are sleeping and hopefully I can make a little money this season. If I can sell 30 hats I will break even.
But mostly we try not to think about it.
Bad Mommy....
Okay so, last week my in-laws were here. They rented a cottage and the kids spent most of the week with them while J and I only spent 3days/2nights there. The day we went back to stay I remembered the cottage had a VCR, and it was rainy and gross out so I dug to the deep, dark, dust corner's of the closet and pulled out the giant bag of Disney VHS movies I own. Pulled out a few and packed them with us. One of those was Toy Story 2. Toy Story being their most favorite movie ever but we have it on DVD.
We don't have a VCR or a DVD player. We have 2 consoles that play DVDs and one also plays BluRay so we make do. However my husband, alive with old school VHS declares that we need one. NEED it. Which I guess makes sense we have a whole lot of packed up VHS we would watch if we had the player. Of course who sells lone VCRs? NO ONE that's who. So I bought a DVD combo.
This morning I check tracking on it (because I buy everything online) and declare; TOMORROW YOU CAN WATCH TOY STORY TWO. The children respond YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.... opps, i guess they think they're invited.
We don't have a VCR or a DVD player. We have 2 consoles that play DVDs and one also plays BluRay so we make do. However my husband, alive with old school VHS declares that we need one. NEED it. Which I guess makes sense we have a whole lot of packed up VHS we would watch if we had the player. Of course who sells lone VCRs? NO ONE that's who. So I bought a DVD combo.
This morning I check tracking on it (because I buy everything online) and declare; TOMORROW YOU CAN WATCH TOY STORY TWO. The children respond YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.... opps, i guess they think they're invited.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
This one time I did something....
And I totally failed at updating this blog. Sometimes I just can't think of anything to talk about, maybe tonight I'll make a list, maybe it will be stories to tell, maybe it will just be random words and I'll go to post and have no idea what I meant when I wrote "fishy salad flowers."
Friday, August 6, 2010
I suck so hard at Daily updating.
I am so done with Bell, yesterday we looked for a new provider but after talking to them we realized there is just no way to do this before Jason leaves without it turning into a cluster fuck. Bell will take a month to shut everything off, which means I would be finalizing all of it, which means they would throw out the "you're not the account holder" card because they've done that EVERY time I've tried to do anything to the account. Plus the reviews on SwitchWorks are so up and down, hopefully Cable internet is run through by the time he gets back, though the way Bells DSL is we'd probably have better luck with Satellite anyway.
Anyone reading my Blog who is thinking about a provider for anything in Canada, do not choose Bell, I've had one of there telemarketers harassing me for the last year, and I mean actually harassing me, not just telemarketing and Bell doesn't do a fucking thing about it, they don't even care. I can't wait until we can transfer somewhere that has options other then Bell.
I am so done with Bell, yesterday we looked for a new provider but after talking to them we realized there is just no way to do this before Jason leaves without it turning into a cluster fuck. Bell will take a month to shut everything off, which means I would be finalizing all of it, which means they would throw out the "you're not the account holder" card because they've done that EVERY time I've tried to do anything to the account. Plus the reviews on SwitchWorks are so up and down, hopefully Cable internet is run through by the time he gets back, though the way Bells DSL is we'd probably have better luck with Satellite anyway.
Anyone reading my Blog who is thinking about a provider for anything in Canada, do not choose Bell, I've had one of there telemarketers harassing me for the last year, and I mean actually harassing me, not just telemarketing and Bell doesn't do a fucking thing about it, they don't even care. I can't wait until we can transfer somewhere that has options other then Bell.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
I am seriously failing at this whole blogging thing. Today life is thwarting my plans to CLEAN ALL THE THINGS... I went to bed at a human time last night and I decided I would get up make coffee, and do the dishes while washing laundry, I would be awesome. But then when i got up this morning the coffee maker died. I mean it's still in the kitchen on life support, we've got coffee and water in it, she's TRYING, just nothing is coming out. The Canex doesn't open until noon, so I'm drinking a coke in hopes it'll keep me going until then.
I think the kids understand that without the coffee their very lives hang in the balance, they've been remarkable good for this early in the morning. J is still sleeping I keep running upstairs and yelling "CURSES" but he doesn't seem to see my urgency, probably because he's sleeping.
I think the kids understand that without the coffee their very lives hang in the balance, they've been remarkable good for this early in the morning. J is still sleeping I keep running upstairs and yelling "CURSES" but he doesn't seem to see my urgency, probably because he's sleeping.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Yes this really is the kind of shit I'm going to talk about.
I am really, really horrble at holding a house together. Today I bought some groceries and did a rack of dishes. This is slightly misleading since I still have about 3 racks of dishes to wash. I also made plans to go out to the splashpad with the kids my cousin thus avoiding dishes EVEN MORE. I suck. I have until the 16th to clean my house. This is a shitty goal. I should stay up tomorrow and do dishes and play Sims3.
Yesterday I found my Sims disk. Yeah I'm the kind of loser who still buys a hard copy, eat me. Anyway I was so excited I'd been looking for it for like 2 weeks. YES I CAN PLAY SIMS 3. Except my kids hate me and manged to lose,( eat, distroy, whatever) my manual thus leaving me without a Key. I died a little inside and then found out that EA loves me and all I have to do is email them and they'll tell me what it is. So I wait about 4 hours. You know crocheting, playing with kids, sitting on my but ignore the complete mess in my kitchen. DAMMIT THEY ARE NEVER SENDING ME A CODE. So I pull up my big girl panties and google til I find one that works. of course I get everything installed and YOU'VE GOT MAIL DUMBASS.
So I email my code to myself and my husband to guarentee we both have it and it's never ever lost again right. However I get ragey over weird shit and seeing the response to my request almost ruins the joy that is a legit sims key. This is what I wrote;
First off, what part of my kids lost the manual, did this guy not get. Really Adan? Do you think this piece of paper is less likely to be lost or eaten then the WHOLE FREAKING MANUAL. Or do you assume I have a safe to keep my product keys in. Also WHOA BUDDY "If you are able to run your game successfully then I would expect a little appreciation from your side" Do you want a medal? I mean it's not like you broke the rules for me, this is an OPTION on the help desk email, and if it didn't work seriously, it's not like it was going to ruin my day, key gens aren't hard to find dude. Also I prematurely thanked you 3 times. Three. Fuck you I appreciated your help before it was given.
I hate you Adan.
Yesterday I found my Sims disk. Yeah I'm the kind of loser who still buys a hard copy, eat me. Anyway I was so excited I'd been looking for it for like 2 weeks. YES I CAN PLAY SIMS 3. Except my kids hate me and manged to lose,( eat, distroy, whatever) my manual thus leaving me without a Key. I died a little inside and then found out that EA loves me and all I have to do is email them and they'll tell me what it is. So I wait about 4 hours. You know crocheting, playing with kids, sitting on my but ignore the complete mess in my kitchen. DAMMIT THEY ARE NEVER SENDING ME A CODE. So I pull up my big girl panties and google til I find one that works. of course I get everything installed and YOU'VE GOT MAIL DUMBASS.
So I email my code to myself and my husband to guarentee we both have it and it's never ever lost again right. However I get ragey over weird shit and seeing the response to my request almost ruins the joy that is a legit sims key. This is what I wrote;
[A bunch of identifying info.
thank you thank you thank you. I spent the last week looking for my Sims Instal disk and it turned out my kids lost the manual with the product key.
thank you thank you thank you. I spent the last week looking for my Sims Instal disk and it turned out my kids lost the manual with the product key.
Obviously this is something important to me, the three thank yous provide a lot of gratitude right. I mean I am thanking this person before they have even done their job. I am obviously appretiative yes?
This is what I get back;
This is what I get back;
Hi,
Thank you for writing back to us at Electronic Arts.
It was pleasure assisting you as you mentioned you lost your registration code.I would like to inform that your registration code of sims 3 is "blahblahblah".
I request you to please copy it out on a piece of paper and keep it in a safe place for future references.I hope this may fix your issue. If you are able to run your game successfully then I would expect a little appreciation from your side
If there is anything else we can help you with please let us know.
If you have any further questions or concerns please reply to this email or visit our extensive knowledge base online at http://support.ea.com.
Sincerely,
Thank you for writing back to us at Electronic Arts.
It was pleasure assisting you as you mentioned you lost your registration code.I would like to inform that your registration code of sims 3 is "blahblahblah".
I request you to please copy it out on a piece of paper and keep it in a safe place for future references.I hope this may fix your issue. If you are able to run your game successfully then I would expect a little appreciation from your side
If there is anything else we can help you with please let us know.
If you have any further questions or concerns please reply to this email or visit our extensive knowledge base online at http://support.ea.com.
Sincerely,
Customer Support
Electronic Arts
I hate you Adan.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
In which I am REALLY not a clean and tidy person.
So this is what's going to happen. The end of August my husband is going away for 10 to 11 months, with two, two week vacation periods. Yes he is in the military. The main point of this blog is to keep myself sane. I mean regardless of logic if I don't hear from him everyday my brain is going to make up some excuses and they are going to drive me insane. Alternately I do not drive, in the winter I spend a lot of time stuck at home. I have two kids under age 4 and yeah I walk to the grocery store. See you're already questioning my sanity.
I'm going to start blogging about my day, everyday. This is my way of easing myself into writing again. Hopefully I'll get used to this, and hopefully those of you who stumble on this will be entertained.Friday night they had a beer call, and since teenagers apparently do not babysit anymore, my cousin was working and all our other baby sitting options were going to the beer call we didn't have a baby sitter. Oh well, such is life, I put my youngest to bed shortly after he left (on foot, safety first, don't drink and drive, etc.). Then I tossed the 1984 Carebears movie in the PS3 and then crocheted myself into 8pm when I could put the oldest child to bed.
HIZZAH THE HOUSE IS MINE. I rejoiced by crocheting while drinking alone. Well technically I sat in a chat room with some Mom friends some of which were also drinking, and it was ONLY ONE Sir Perry and I didn't finish it... SHUT UP. Cough. Because I am an incredibly exciting individual I went to bed at 10:30 read for 30mins and as I turned out the light and set my kindle down I heard it.
My youngest is teething, which gives her a horrible rash. Let me tell you, which ever magic sky person decided that growing teeth should effect parts of the body OUTSIDE OF THE MOUTH should be taken out back and shot. I'm just saying. So I change her diaper and she snuggles into my bed, okay whatever baby in bed. Around 2am my oldest also climbs in bed with us. This signels her sister that happy fun awake time has started.
Minitron pokes me in the eye "mama, Daddy all gone!" Yes you're Daddy isn't here okay go to sleep. Poke, poke, "Mama! Mama! Up Mama, hi Mama, MAMA" I pull the blankets over my head. Suddenly I hear, slap, slap ,slap. I peak from my blanket sheild and see Minitron on her big sister slaping away "HEY, HI, HEY, HEY, HI, HI, HEY, HEY, HI, NO DADDY, HI, DADDY ALL GONE."
At this point I realize my three year old is going to sleep in my bed until at least 7am, possibly 8:30 if I'm really lucky, however Minitron will be awake from here on out unless I put her back in her room. So I scoop her up and put her in bed. She protests but in the end she's asleep before I'm back in my blanket fortress of solitude.
We wake up at 8am, Minitron still snoring away in her own room. Captain Obvious points out that Daddy is not in bed and asks me where he is. Having not heard the door I assume he slept next door or died, and chose the least traumitizing one to explain to the daughter. "Daddy stayed at a friends house last night and is probably not dead." She proclaims "DADDY WALK YAY," and runs down the stairs where her father is asleep, half on the couch a full McDonalds McChicken Combo meal sitting next to his hand. My 3 year old proclaims "DADDY DIE! YAAAAAAAAAAY" and then jumps on him. It is fabulous. I make coffee. They eat cold McDees for breakfast.
At some point I tried to clean, I managed to half sort some dishes but not actually wash them. and then I decided to do laundry and attempt to figure out why everything coming out of my washer smells like feet. Which seems to be resolved now. During this I was furiously picking up laundry from my bedroom floor and putting it in the empty hamper. Neither of us use the hamper and I am almost certain that at least 40% of that laundry was clean when it landed on the floor.
I start to explain to my husband how hard it is to do laundry during the day but how when he gets home from work I can't be arsed to do shit. I start explaining an elaborate plan that was either world domination through laundry folding robots or having him fold laundry once or twice a week for the month he's off. He stops me mid maniacaly cackle to explain that he doesn't care if it's folded... this is amazing, not folding laundry, just putting it in drawers WHY DID I NOT REALIZE I COULD DO THIS. It's not like it stays folded by the end of the first day of looking for clothing anyway right?
So now I can do laundry and not freak out about folding it right? However I have learned that just because she has clean pants does not mean my 3 year old will wear them.
I'm going to start blogging about my day, everyday. This is my way of easing myself into writing again. Hopefully I'll get used to this, and hopefully those of you who stumble on this will be entertained.Friday night they had a beer call, and since teenagers apparently do not babysit anymore, my cousin was working and all our other baby sitting options were going to the beer call we didn't have a baby sitter. Oh well, such is life, I put my youngest to bed shortly after he left (on foot, safety first, don't drink and drive, etc.). Then I tossed the 1984 Carebears movie in the PS3 and then crocheted myself into 8pm when I could put the oldest child to bed.
HIZZAH THE HOUSE IS MINE. I rejoiced by crocheting while drinking alone. Well technically I sat in a chat room with some Mom friends some of which were also drinking, and it was ONLY ONE Sir Perry and I didn't finish it... SHUT UP. Cough. Because I am an incredibly exciting individual I went to bed at 10:30 read for 30mins and as I turned out the light and set my kindle down I heard it.
My youngest is teething, which gives her a horrible rash. Let me tell you, which ever magic sky person decided that growing teeth should effect parts of the body OUTSIDE OF THE MOUTH should be taken out back and shot. I'm just saying. So I change her diaper and she snuggles into my bed, okay whatever baby in bed. Around 2am my oldest also climbs in bed with us. This signels her sister that happy fun awake time has started.
Minitron pokes me in the eye "mama, Daddy all gone!" Yes you're Daddy isn't here okay go to sleep. Poke, poke, "Mama! Mama! Up Mama, hi Mama, MAMA" I pull the blankets over my head. Suddenly I hear, slap, slap ,slap. I peak from my blanket sheild and see Minitron on her big sister slaping away "HEY, HI, HEY, HEY, HI, HI, HEY, HEY, HI, NO DADDY, HI, DADDY ALL GONE."
At this point I realize my three year old is going to sleep in my bed until at least 7am, possibly 8:30 if I'm really lucky, however Minitron will be awake from here on out unless I put her back in her room. So I scoop her up and put her in bed. She protests but in the end she's asleep before I'm back in my blanket fortress of solitude.
We wake up at 8am, Minitron still snoring away in her own room. Captain Obvious points out that Daddy is not in bed and asks me where he is. Having not heard the door I assume he slept next door or died, and chose the least traumitizing one to explain to the daughter. "Daddy stayed at a friends house last night and is probably not dead." She proclaims "DADDY WALK YAY," and runs down the stairs where her father is asleep, half on the couch a full McDonalds McChicken Combo meal sitting next to his hand. My 3 year old proclaims "DADDY DIE! YAAAAAAAAAAY" and then jumps on him. It is fabulous. I make coffee. They eat cold McDees for breakfast.
At some point I tried to clean, I managed to half sort some dishes but not actually wash them. and then I decided to do laundry and attempt to figure out why everything coming out of my washer smells like feet. Which seems to be resolved now. During this I was furiously picking up laundry from my bedroom floor and putting it in the empty hamper. Neither of us use the hamper and I am almost certain that at least 40% of that laundry was clean when it landed on the floor.
I start to explain to my husband how hard it is to do laundry during the day but how when he gets home from work I can't be arsed to do shit. I start explaining an elaborate plan that was either world domination through laundry folding robots or having him fold laundry once or twice a week for the month he's off. He stops me mid maniacaly cackle to explain that he doesn't care if it's folded... this is amazing, not folding laundry, just putting it in drawers WHY DID I NOT REALIZE I COULD DO THIS. It's not like it stays folded by the end of the first day of looking for clothing anyway right?
So now I can do laundry and not freak out about folding it right? However I have learned that just because she has clean pants does not mean my 3 year old will wear them.
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