My great-aunt died yesterday. That makes 5, count ‘em, 5 close relatives/old family friends in a little over a year to pass away on either my or Pete’s side of the family. I believe the abbrieviation “WTF???” is in order here. Is this the Rapture? I’ve been pretty sinny, but maybe I should go get unbaptized real quick so I can stay here with all my heathen friends, just to be safe.
In other news, we used our tax refund to pay off a big chunk of our debt. That was pretty fun.
Lastly, can you die of tired? Because I am so tired it is sort of painful. I am hurty-sleepy.
Off I go to find a funeral babysitter! Whee!
God’s teeth! I haven’t posted since February 7th??? Well, let’s recap:
Sweetney is the reason I have “black round ass” in my Google history.
The Husband has been gone for a week for sad reasons.
And, let’s have a special double issue of:
Why I am a Bad Mother
a. The Baby has two new signs, one that I taught her and one that she made up. Both are for television shows.
She now endlessly signs the letter “j” (except with her forefinger and thumb, not her pinky, but I know what she means) for Jack’s Big Music Show. She worships Jack, and especially Mel, the drummer dog. When I try to tell her Jack is all done for today, she will then switch to the Blue’s Clues sign, which she made up all herself, so you gotta be sort of proud of that, right? She holds her tiny fists up to her face and blinks them open and shut while muttering “bee? beee?” You know, like they do on the show when they say the words “Blue’s Clues”?
Sigh. Just for the record, we prefer Steve to Joe. Steve is so much more aware of his humiliating yet lucrative career choices; Joe just jumps in feet first with not a trace of irony.
b. I am also a bad mother because we were not at my mother’s house an hour before she (the baby, not my mother) tumbled headfirst down the brand new hardwood stairs. Have you ever watched your only begotten child’s head swell before your eyes into an angry red and blue knot? Not recommended.
It’s already 9pm, how does that happen? I need a time machine if I am ever going to find a way to get any excersize. I am going to have a coronary by 35, just because I can’t find the time to get off my big ass (big black round ass) and do some yoga or something. Urrrghhh…
The Baby peed on the bathroom floor after I took her diaper off to get in the tub. She slipped and fell not once but *twice*, and I had tears in my eyes from laughing so hard. I just giggled a little bit as I typed this. Somehow, I find my only child slipping around the tiles in her own pee Comedy Gold. Oooh, I am going to Mama Heck. Pray for me.
Well, I’ve been in my pjs since 4pm and I am making a frozen chicken pot pie for dinner. I can’t wait for the baby to go to bed so I can bury my nose in a book until I go to bed and then sleep, sleep, sleep, as tomorrow is my day to sleep in. My goal for tomorrow is to get out of bed at some point. Long story short: I’m grumpy. I feel like I’ve just read all of these books in a row.
(link via sweetney)
Perhaps soon I will blog about how I wish I were cool enough to go to BlogHer and meet swell gals like Sweetney and Dooce and all the gang. I feel I could be that cool if only I weren’t so, you know, me.
