happy box
April 16, 2007 at 12:02 p.m.
I woke up in the wee hours of the other morning with an unexplicable but intensely firm belief that News Radio was the funniest sitcom ever.
I'm really not sure how that happened.
And last night, inbetween a sick Solei waking us up every hour, I was positive that How TO Lose A Guy In 10 Days was cinematic genius. Also, I had the "Stanley Steamer gets carpets cleaner!" jingle stuck in my head as well.
I am not a well person. I have this headache that makes me teeth hurt. A sore throat. A sick baby who woke up almost every hour at night for most of last week because she couldn't breathe. And really, really stupid, stupid jingles in my head. That won't turn off when I am trying to get back to sleep inbetween the angry times.
Supid brain!!
Hmmm, why didn't I post last week? Part of my attempt to not post annoying "I am ready to kill myself" entries. You're welcome ;)
It sure has been a lot of change in the last few months in my life, and I'm trying to give myself and everyone around me some slack in that department. But aaakkkk, why doesn't my baby eat? Why is EVERY time I give her a bottle the start of WW3 and she screams like I am poking her in the face with icepicks??
I admit, it's better than when she rejected nursing (now THAT'S rejection) but when she won't eat at night, it just means I'll be getting up at 3am to feed her. And I like sleeping more than I used to. She'll eat then, but in the waking hours it is hit or miss and misery.
WHY. DOES. SHE. HATE. EATING. ???
It makes it hard in my quest to enjoy motherhood to enjoy motherhood. When will that instinct kick in, when she doesn't drive me completely nuts with the screaming and the angry. Oh, there's the happy and cuteness, but when she's angry, good golly I'm way closer to throwing her out of the window than I should be.
Just waiting for the "I love being a mom" delivery. I keep wishing I was somewhere else, doing anything else. I have no way out of this place I am in my life, except for accepting it and being happy with it. Now that I've accepted that I need to accept it when do I get the happy box?? I want the happy box.
We looked at a ouse this weekend with a pool. Pools are trouble, money pits, right? The rest of the house is kind of awesome....
Anyone know pools? Is it a huge mistake?
Wish I had a sister. Jared's sisters live close to each other, their husbands like each other and they both have babies. They are so CUTE together. I don't have that, oh poo... but I do have girlfriends to die for. Girlfriends I can tell everything and anything to and do anything with. Annie knows way too much about my marital exploits but it's so. much. fun. to. freak. her. out.
Heehee.
I love her, and I love the blogworld for giving me tmi as well. Thanks for letting me in on the seedy underbelly that is your lives. I love the seedy underbelly!
Speaking if bellies, I'm going to go nibble Solei's. Yum:)
SUPERCRACK. Waiting for my happy box.