Y3W: Respect The Turkey

Dear Family With A Fully Decorated Christmas Yard,

I know you and your kids are super super excited about Christmas and everything that comes with it. I get it, I really do. However, you can't skip holidays. It's wrong and it messes up the flow. Thanksgiving comes before Christmas. Always has, always will.

It's unfair for those of us that are still scrambling around trying to accept the fact that a huge family holiday is coming up. We need the rehearsal dinner that is Thanksgiving. Please don't take this away from us. This is imperative.

In case I haven't made myself clear:

November = Thanksgiving

December = Christmas

So when you're putting up lights and singing carols in November, see the above chart and respect the g-d turkey!!!!

It Was Bound To Happen

I knew when I took on this challenge, I would probably get to a point where I didn't have the energy or thought process to write a post. That day is today. I had a terrible day at work and I just don't have it in me to be anything but negative. So, I'm going to relax, watch some TV and start over tomorrow.

Wordless Wednesday: Oldie But Goodie

When Procrastination Makes You It's Bitch

Thst stack of bills that hasn't been looked at it because we have auto bill pay and it'll be fine....I think.

Those growing dust balls in the corner.

The waning pantry that is looking more pathetic by the moment.

The toilet that is...*yak*

The pile of dirty laundry that is 3 times as big as the amount of clean clothes.

The dentist and optamology appointments that I was supposed to reschedule months ago.

Did I mention the credit card and other bills? That alone.....

When you ignore all these things for too long they turn into monsters that keep you awake at night and, in my case, massive panic attacks.

FWP

It has been a doozie of a day. Too overwhelming and crazy to even begin to explain. S instead of detailing the ups and downs, I'm going to take the easy way out and talk about my first world problems, inspired by Rants From Mommyland:

My iPad won't let me make the blog reference above a link, so now I look like I'm not giving credit where credit is due.

Time Warner didn't believe me when I said I wanted to cancel my home phone service, so I have to pay an unexpected $20 on my cable bill.

My wifi at work asks me to validate my credentials every time I use my iPad, which curbs my web surfing time.

With household budget constraints, we can't afford kcups for a little while, so I have to actually put coffee grounds into the kcup instead of popping in the disposable one.

I keep forgetting to get white vinegar at the grocery store, so my Keurig hasnt gotten descaled, causing sub-par cups of coffee.

I dropped my new iPhone, and now it has a slight chip in the glass. I see it every time I look at my phone.

We only have one pair of Stride Rites and they don't go with all of Gavin's outfits.

That Nagging Feeling

Lately, I've had a strange feeling. Something feels unsettled and off. I feel like something is going to change or shift. Like that weird calm before the storm. This feeling has created a huge spike in anxiety. All those tricks to keep me in check and stay positive haven't been working. I'm in this weird funk. It's so hard to explain. I can just say that it's interfering with my ability to enjoy what's right in front of me and that's not okay. I missed too much of Gavin and Robert when I was fighting the PPD/A monster and I won't let it happen again.

When You Call Your Kid A Monkey.....

We have always called Gavin one of 4 M's: Munchkin, Meatball, Monster or Monkey, depending on his demeanor or mood. Usually he's a monkey because he's being mischievous and climbing on things.

This morning, Robert was nice enough to let me sleep in. Then I heard Gavin giggling his head off and Robert screaming "No...I said No...OH NOOOOO!!".

Apparently Gavin has taken his nickname to heart. While getting his diaper changed, Gavin reached down and got a couple handfuls of poo. Then he started smearing it on Roberts arm as he was trying to get some kind of control if the situation. Let's be honest. There's no controlling that kind of situation. Eventually it got cleaned up after poo was slung and Robert was scarred for life. I only regret that I didn't get to see it firsthand.

So, lesson learned and passed on to you readers: if you call a baby a monkey, he'll probably fling his poo at you.