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Thursday, Feb. 15, 2007 - 3:22 p.m. The Requisite V Day Entry
I suppose it IS required somewhere in the law of blog that one must
muse
about one's St. Valentine's Day and whether said holiday was a personal success. So, here is my requisite entry. I spent my St. Valentine's Day
thusly: The previous evening while hubby was out getting us some dinner, I
put his gift on the seat of his car. Said gift consisted of a sappy but
cute card. This is in and of itself unusual as I am not one to doll out
the sap, rather preferring to exchange cards of a humorous nature.
Included with the sweet but sappy card was a box of candy called Longhorns,
which were basically just turtles, and a bag of Sour Patch Kids, or as hubby prefers
to refer to them, "The Kids." He was very pleased with his loot
and called me when he got to work to thank me. I then schlepped The
Destructor (our new name for Travis), and his sweet but sensitive newborn
brother to a kiddo Valentine's day party hosted by one of the moms on the
neighborhood online moms' forum I am on. Yes, I am not proud to admit it
that I have now gone totally domestic. Oh well! It got me out of the
house which I soooooooo needed as this El Nino shit has GOT to go. Are we
living in Seattle? I think not people! The dreary weather has thrown
me into all kinds of funkitude and its not pretty, especially to the hubby who
must incur my wrath when it flares up. Seasonal Affective Disorder?
Perhaps. Probably. Most Likely. Whatever it is, it
sucks. I made it home and The Destructor crashed out with a bag of
Tostitos by his side and one in his hand. This itself is weird since he
ingested no less than a pound of sugar at the Valentine's Day party just a
couple of hours earlier. But then couple that with several other wired
toddlers and running amuck and I think it makes for a good way to burn off that
fuel. Hubby got home and asked if I had received anything to which I
replied no. He ordered me some flowers from FTD and they never got
here. Now its almost 3:00 p.m. on the 15th, and they STILL aren't here.
He apologized last night for the flowers not getting here, and I told him it was
alright, that all I wanted for Valentine's Day was to get some sleep. We
decided to order some dinner from a place literally around the corner, MAYBE a
mile away. Just cheese steaks and fries and iced tea. It got here an
hour and 45 minutes later. Nice. The Destructor had potato skins and
loved them. The baby cried alot. In fact, he is now starting to go
on a continuous crying bout right around 10:00 p.m. I have moved my
sleeping spot to the sofa bed out in the den as I can no longer endure the
snoring to wake the dead and decomposed coming from my husband and all attempts
to get him to readjust during the night are fruitless. This way too, I can
put the baby in the bed beside me and then just pick him up when he wakes
up. However, not while he is screeching. At midnight, after he had
already been fed leisurely for almost 2 hours, he was wailing away, so I put him
in his room and shut the door and turned on the tv to drown out both his crying
and the hubby's snoring. I fell asleep. For. Four. Solid.
Hours. It was wonderful. Four hours of sleep. Say that with
me..... FOUR HOURS OF SLEEP! He of course awoke and needed to be
fed, and then fell BACK asleep, as did I, but not into the fully satisfying
sleep of earlier. No matter. I still got 4 hours of uninterrupted
sleep. I'm not so icky today. Oh yeah, The Destructor is at his
grandmother's today so if I want to take a nap, I can! Song
Virus du Jour: "Under Pressure" ~ Queen with David Bowie
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- - Wednesday, May. 21, 2008
More updates on another blog home. - Wednesday, Feb. 06, 2008 Where are my zzzzzz's? - Thursday, Nov. 08, 2007 Halloween '07 - Friday, Nov. 02, 2007 Hallween is All Good! - Wednesday, Oct. 31, 2007 |
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