And that is saying something since he was already pretty challenging. He basically is having one, long, never-ending fit. Sun up to sun down. I'm tired, people. I want earplugs. I want mind-reading skills so I can figure out what the crap is going on in that Saturn of his.
One cute thing that he does (Oh, just this second he walked out of the room and called, "See you!" over his shoulder. Cling to that, Jennifer!), is put a y sound at the end of words. He wants to wear his sockies and his shoeys. He loves the moony and bookies and noony (that's a balloony, y'all). He just saw a picture of dice in a book and started hollering, "DICEY! DICEY DICEY DICEY!" Of course, most of this is during screaming tantrums which sucks the adorability out of it. If only he was saying, "Kissy, lovey, Mommy."
I need to get back into Coca-cola rehab. I just think it is the cure-all, so it is back on my list of food groups. You know, the breakfast group, the lunch group, the dinner group, the snack group. Let's not forget dessert.
Ok, so that's it. I'm a bit down right now, so don't expect much. I just have an empty hole in the center of my chest that sucks all the good into deep space. Whatev. I'm used to it. I keep telling myself that I'm about to start some good therapy, but I just don't want to expend the energy that I'm saving up to drive to the vending machine with the change I find in the washing machine.
At least my show was on tonight. I was afraid the P.O.T.U.S. would preempt, but the nation has it's priorities straight - Gibbs for president! If you were about to ask me what my favorite show is and who Gibbs is, then I am ashamed of you. NCIS, main character Gibbs played by Mark Harmon.
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The tantrums can certainly take it out of you. I know I've had those days where I am wondering if I am living in some sort of parallel universe where events take place only to tempt my latent rage.
And the Coca Cola deal? It could be worse. It could be real coke.
You're a gem.
I feel for you 'cause Vince likes his tantrums too. Also he has been able to climb out of his crib for months now so I have to continually put him back in bed after he climbs out about 50 times both at naptime and at night. The entire time he does this he's crying because he's so tired but he doesn't want to go to bed. Last night I actually said, "Kill me, please." It's a good thing he's so dang cute! I hope both he and Gabe grow out of that stage soon 'cause it ain't fun!
I know eactly how you feel. It seemed like Ethan was a constant tantrum for two years. Boys are weird. I am so sorry you are down. I hope NCIS was all you wanted it to be and more. Love you.
welcome back. missed you (well, sort of, as I haven't actually been on here since you went on your "lengthy" hiatus). sorry about Gabe. Adorable Gavin is turning into a MONSTER too. I am beside myself!!! GAVIN??? I Should really blog about this one. Anyway... thank goodness for crappy TV, Vanilla Coke Zero and expensive chocolate. I'm completely out of Niquil, codeine, flexoril (which is probably best) but I keep checking the medicine cabinet again and again to be sure there REALLY isn't any hiding somewhere (nope there REALLY is nothing good to self medicate with in the DARN house)!! I think there is some Blue Bell in the freezer, it's gonna have to do for tonight! BTW- my word verification word is "budisty". Is that sort of like mormony or catholicy? (sorry my mind is kinda out there tonight and I thought it was funny)
gabe is two isn't he???
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