December 7
From my brain
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2009
Me 00:16, 8 December 2009 (EST)
(Posted late)
Day four was survived...mostly.
After Day Two went so swimmingly, Day Three was a joy. I managed to get Princess's room mostly painted on Saturday, and that left TheBoy's room to complete on Sunday. Having planned that to have to occur, it allowed a few scouts to come to the house and pick up their popcorn. And, I say a few...a very few. I think I had four show up.
Tonight, I had two more want to get their stuff, and I can't blame them. However, that's also it for the week. I still have a crapton of packing to do and a bunch more shuttles to the house that I have to do. I really want to get as much transported over there as possible so that there's really just "the heavy stuff" to move out of here. I should have plenty of muscle though. Like eight grown men by the end of the day. Beats the hell out of it being mostly Ceraun and I lugging everything last time.
I'm just happy that amid all of this, I survived school today (my first non-practical exam 5/5 score!), got two scouts their popcorn (in the top 5 in sales, lots of product emptied out!), and I managed to book the U-Haul truck for Saturday. Hell, I even got the kids fed...thanks to one of the ladies at church pre-making a tuna casserole for us.
The problem? She also made us banana bread. Ugh! :)
2007
Me 07:58, 7 December 2007 (EST)
A day after the test, and we have a return to the status quo. I spent yesterday taking three half hour naps two hours apart, and what happens? I still want to go to bed shortly after we put TheBoy down.
Fast forward to this morning, and I barely wake up at the third snooze (5:34am), I'm tired, and feel beat down. After I get ready, I go down stairs, and then start to feel a little randy. I go up to see if Wifey is in the mood for a morning quickie before she leaves for her cousin's and I get told I woke her up four different times last night. No wonder I'm exhausted!
Silver lining: She managed to find my memory stick. Of course, this is only two days after recompiling all of the Scout den records, but I'll take it. :)
2006
Me 07:51, 7 December 2006 (EST)
So here you have my two daughters, or rather, the aspects of my Princess.
Yesterday, a fair amount after the normal time Wifey calls me, she calls me all-too-calm. Knowing that Princess has been a nightmare the last couple of days for her (and me), I simply asked, "Is she dead? Did you kill her?"
- "Oh no, I didn't kill her. In fact I couldn't. Because she locked me out of the house and I only now just got in."
Apparently my beloved little girl got rather mad at mommy for sneaking out of the house to walk Jake to the end of the cul de sac and wave good bye as he boarded the bus. She was watching Dora the Explorer, which often enough has enabled us to walk down to the basement and change laundry, or, at the very least, go take a healthy one in the library.
Not so yesterday. When she realized Mommy was gone, she decided to lock the front door. The garage door is our usual means of exit, but today Mommy went out the front door which is quite easy for Princess's dainty fingers to lock. Apparently no so much in the reverse as when Mommy realized she was locked out, Princess couldn't quite how to unlock it, and merely fumbled with the door handle.
Wifey then in a panic tried doors, windows, and even checked to see if the van was unlocked so she could use the garage door openner. I was locked (for once). Using the neighbor's phone, she called my mother-in-law who said that my father-in-law had the van (which has our garage door programmed in to it's built-in remote), but she would try to get him. He luckily had the cell phone and pulled into the circle, openned the garage door, and then calmly drove away.
Fast forward to last night. Mommy leaves for work and I realize that while she and I had finished eating, the kids have destroyed the living room. "Clean it up!" became the mantra of the night after, "Hey guys, let's clean up a little," completely failed.
Princess had all but one project (as TheBoy by some miracle of sibling rivalry did massive amounts of cleaning) which was to pickup the 20-odd puzzle pieces and place them on top of the puzzle. Ask once, twice, three times, nothing. Timeout? Nope. Swat. Yup, daddy cracked under preassure. After 20 mintues -- with big brother's assistance -- the pieces got picked up and she was happy.
This was not to last, for as we went upstairs to get ready, Daddy announced that it was time to get dressed for bed. NOTE: Princess likes to wear dresses -- as all royal princesses do -- and she does NOT like to change out of them. Such was the case last night as she proceeded to throw a fit. It was a bit more of a fit however in that once I got her undressed, the coniption she throw made me expect pea soup to spray the walls and her head to spin around.
While she screamed "No daddy, I pick 'jamas!", I felt horrible as I had to ask big brother to come in and hold her down. The pajama's she wore were the only ones that had a zipper, which has to be pinned on (as you can see in the above pictures a bit) so she doesn't remove the PJ's, take off her diaper, and pee on the middle of the floor. Big brother's job was to hold her legs, as I had to hold down her arm so that her petite little hands wouldn't try wrenching the open safety pin from my hands.
Once dressed and pacifiered (a whole other additon to the coniption as the pacifer fell out, and she had to pick it up...I picked it up accidently...*gasp*) she crawled under the bed, then behind the rocking chair where she proceeded to scream and cry. I left the room. Calmly. Really.
For another 15-20 minutes she continued this. When she got quiet, I went into to check on her. This was a tactical error as she began to wimper again. Didn't outright scream, but very calmly told me she wanted me to, "Go 'way." I told her I loved her and that I'd check on her later.
After I finished reading books with TheBoy, I went back in to check on her. She was still behind the chair...and fast asleep on the floor. I moved the rocking chair aside, scooped her up, and laid her in the bed. "My bed?" "Yes, Princess. You sleep." "Okay daddy." "Daddy loves you."
I closed the door hearing the quiet sounds of her sucking away at her pacifier.
2005
Me 01:35, 07, December 2005 (EDT)
So all of a sudden...I'm not happy again. I'm not certain where it came from this time.
- Is it the change in the time I take my meds? (Testosterone FTW!)
- Am I just disgruntled about work (and the lack of feedback on my current project)?
- Am I upset with myself about not working on the book (again)?
Me 14:50, 07, December 2005 (EDT)
Crazy Stuff my Spam Blocker Catches...
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Me 23:26, 07, December 2005 (EDT)
Follow up to the Christmas light guy...
Bummer. Wanted to make a roadtrip with the family and everything.
