I wasn’t creative enough to come up with a blog post title today as this post really doesn’t have a point. It’s just going to be a jumbled up mess of what’s been going on in my brain and around me lately. And I will of course start with a picture of the cutest kid ever, because I have to hold your attention somehow right?
I go through my thousands of pictures often. I am absolutely a picture hoarder. I LOVE having all these pictures and memories, and I love reliving them. And then you just think about all the things you have done in your life, and MAN, it’s a lot! I am glad that I have so many to look back on.
Yesterday when I picked up boo from day care, he was crying his eyes out. I was all like, what happened? And the teacher was all, well he hit someone, so we had to put him in the corner. I was like, whaaaaaaaaaa?? Why is my kid hitting? Where did I go wrong? OMG, I’m a bad mom! I’m the mom with the kid who hits!! And then of course, when I calm the eff down, I google toddler hitting, and apparently it’s super normal and there’s really not a lot to do about it, because, well, toddlers aren’t verbal and they don’t express their feelings very well.
I thought of an awesome post yesterday, and I went into my notes on my phone to write it down, and I ended up looking through my notes, and laughing at myself at some of the stuff I wrote down. A little background on this one: B used to travel quite frequently for his job, so he got a companion pass on Southwest, and we went everywhere. Anyway, instead of talking to each other, we’d listen to music and write to each other on our notes. #losers. So below is what transcribed, word for word from my notes:
“I’ve never understood people on the same flight saying have a nice flight…isn’t that like saying I hope I have a nice flight?”
“Which is worse, them or the clappers at the end. Thanks for doing your job?? No one claps for me.”
“I love when grown men draw on their napkins ;)”
“Do they really wait when there’s another flight? Cuz it’s Christmas? Always? I want an egg roll. They’re open and don’t celebrate Jesus”
I also felt the need to document the exact moment that my father was wrong:
“On August 31st, 2014 at 1700 hours, dad was wrong”
We cut boo’s hair into a big boy haircut last week (which you’ll see once I decide to get last weekend’s post up — no promises). He looks so big, and I sort of regret just not getting it trimmed instead of going all the way and cutting it super short. I hate how fast he’s growing. I don’t know who this toddler is running around my house!
I have been in a super weird mood lately. I’m not really sure how to explain it, but I just want to hole myself up in my room and shut everyone out. I know this isn’t healthy, but sometimes I feel like I am stretched so thin. We finally found a non-family babysitter that I trust watching boo, but it is nowhere near having family close by that can help out. And a lot of times that gets me really down – it is hard to have a baby and not have any family close. I mean, really, hard. And work is just hard lately – I constantly catch myself checking my work emails when I just need to turn it off and focus on time with my kiddo and B. UGH, funk go away.
And just a rando comment, because I can — if you have never watched Bob’s Burgers stop what you’re doing and do it right now. I can’t believe I haven’t until now — it makes me laugh uncontrollably.
Anything you guys feel the need to get off your chest?