After facebook’s fatal redesign, I’m feeling isolated and unloved. And while I KNOW it’s facebook, I can’t help but be paranoid and think that you, and especially YOU, really just don’t wuv me anymore.
Cue the “mocking trumpet”.
Fun snippets from the past few days?
I’m not sure how to politely address the rules of conduct with the swimming instructor in regards to Aitch, which include: Do Not Touch The Baby. No Not Move Towards The Baby. And most importantly – Do Not Make Eye Contact With The Baby. Let me just play in the water with her for 30 minutes without her flipping out. I especially think the instructor’s attempt to move Aitch’s arms in a (swim) crawl action is totally unnecessary at this stage of the game. She can’t even get a spoon from a dish to her mouth without getting some of the food in her hair, nose or ears. Learning the backstroke just isn’t a priority right now, but – uh – thanks.
Sparring Partner and I got mad at each other last night just as my head hit the pillow. I said something stupid. He said something stupid(er). I got up and went to the sleeper sofa. He got up and nearly dragged me back into the bedroom and then sat down on the edge of the bed, hoping to talk it out.
I’m sorry, while I think the whole theory of “don’t go to bed angry” is all well and good for newlyweds, it’s never been my incentive to smooth things over. Once I’m in bed, I want to go to sleep. I barely have enough energy to wash my face and brush my teeth at 11:30 at night. I just wanted Sparring Partner to say he’s sorry; that what he said was really fucking insensitive; and then I could say I’m sorry too, and then we’d go to sleep. If on the off-chance I’m still pissed in the morning, THEN (but after I’ve had some coffee) I’ll be glad to get into a verbal pistol-whipping.
Doodicus has been sneaking stuff to school: silver dollars and other rarer coins that WERE in his closet; football and baseball trading cards; and those damn Bakugan battling toys. Even though we’ve caught him repeatedly with the punishment being whatever he’s sneaking is confiscated for a really, REALLY long time, he STILL tries it. I hate that we have to pat him down every morning. This is normal for an 8 year old boy, right? He’s just trying to show off to his friends, right? He’ll eventually stop, right? RIGHT?!?