Out of my three classes - I still have two finals to take. BUT one class is done and I got an Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I got a pretty pretty shiny A! Woot!
And in celebration, my husband brought spring into our house. Look:
Behold! The first peep of spring! Bow before it's might and majesty!
And, of course, he bought me a new wrap because I wanted one and he rocks:
And, finally, it is the mr fuzzy blanket:
The blanket... it's fuzzy. I have one just like it in another pattern and we fight over the fuzzy fuzzy goodness. Then the baby crawls over and steals it and wraps himself in it like a burrito and we have no more fuzzy. So now! Two! Fuzzy! Blankets!
Feel the envy! Feel it! And then admire my shiny A again!
So, the other night was book club posting night. I was a few minutes late getting my post in because of homework and blah blah blah busy blah blah. Yesterday, I spent way too long out of the house with my babywearing group and had to do some serious homework crunching. All of this has made me stressed. Seriously seriously stressed. But really?
First world white girl problems.
Let me break it down for you:
I am stressed because I am so busy with my perfectly healthy child and expensive private college education and mommy groups that I was late posting to my book club.
I'm an idiot... an overcaffinated idiot.
I will now stop bitching about my rather charmed life and share pictures of my darling one because.. cute!
Hey! Check out this other cute baby in this mirror!
Best high five ever!
The other mom in this one is from The excellent adventures of Miss P and her blog is totally worth a peek.
Crawling around at the park
Oh. Hi mommy!
The new wrap my husband bought me. Isn't it fantastic? Isn't HE fantastic? Yes, yes he is.
Finals are next week and then new classes begin. I will strive to remember that many people have real problems and that most of my 'problems' are just time management issues because honestly? I'm pretty lucky.
Once upon a time, I was attacked. It was vicious and brutal and over with but not really over with. It was horror for years and the need for my daddy to protect and save me. It was hard and painful and still not okay. Once upon a time.
Nothing has reminded me so much of that moment as when Paula returned from captivity. Her regression into her childhood, her need for her mother, her inability to be the person that she was before. Survival is always the goal but sometimes, after the moment where you choose survival, you are not always sure where to go next.
There, but for the grace of god, go all of us.
Sometimes, being a girl is a scary thing. Sometimes, it's painful and horrible and awful. Sometimes, being an ugly boy is the secret dream. Then they won't look. Then they won't want.
This post was inspired by the novel Prayers for the Stolen by Jennifer Clement. Ladydi was grew up in rural Mexico, where being a girl is a dangerous thing.She and other girls were “made ugly” to keep protect them from drug traffickers and criminal groups. Join From Left to Write on February 18 we discuss Prayers for the Stolen. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.
I keep meaning to update my blog. Really. I know that almost every update has said that but I really really mean it, pinky swear!
Still, well meaning blogginess aside, let me share what my day was like today. Maybe you will forgive me my lack of prose.
We woke up at 5:15am. By 'we', I mean Poet woke up and then made sure of my wakefulness because there's just no party like a 5am party! I was so tired that I took off his diaper before fumbling for another and let him all hang out in the cool air for a minute. Yeah. I am an idiot.
So, this morning I totally got peed on. Yay me.
By 7am we'd managed to settle in for some breakfast which he decided to throw up on me at 7:20am. Also, I had to bleach the floor. And bathe him. And change pants.
So, this morning I totally got vomited on. Woo hoo.
At 11am we needed to run some errands. It wasn't until I was in the bathroom at the grocery store with his pants undone that I realized a few things:
1) I totally had no diapers in my purse
2) I totally had no diapers in my diaper bag (which I had hubster run and get from the car)
3) He had pooped himself from stem to stern and was coated practically up to the nipples.
I did have enough wipes to clean a small army, cloth diaper burp cloths, and extra clothes for him. So.. yay me.. I managed a temporary solution until I could get home and bathe the Poetical one again.
If you are keeping track this means I had been coated in poop, pee, and vomit all in one day. It was the magical trifecta!
And then he drooled on me so much I thought I was going to drown. He's teething, you see. Teething and miserable and cranky and in pain. Poor babe.
The very idea of any more bodily fluids on me today is making me twitch... that is likely bad news for my husband. Poor dear.
All I want is a piece of chocolate. Guess what I'm out of!
I am now going to half ass the rest of this with some pictures so I can curl up in a corner and twitch for a while.
Check out my standing.. well.. kneeling!
Plus.. my cuteness! You must revel in the cuteness that is me!
Goodnight everyone ;) More soon. Really. When I am not covered in goo.
I managed to fix the RSS feed on the blog this week. So, for those of you that wanted to follow but couldn't... clickie the little button again! It works! (And if it doesn't work please let me know so I can collapse on my desk and sob in defeat)
School is going.. eh.. well, I think. It's exhausting and there is a TON of stuff to do but it's going well. Psych is my least favorite subject on the planet and yet I've managed not to tell my professor that the experts in the fields are all idiots. So, there's that.
Still, there comes a point in the week in which I NEEEEEEEEEED to leave the house and do non-necessary things. I mean, sure, I leave the house to buy supplies (do I sound all scary when I type that? I think I sound scary). I even leave the house for appointments. Still, I need some down time and today was THAT day. The day of the wandering Meeshie! *muahaha*
... yeah, I went scary again. Sorry!
First, we went to the swap shop. For non Florida people, the swap shop is like a gigantic garage sale from hell filled with the smell of desperation with a whiff of unwashed masses. We did not stay long but I did manage to hang out with the Blues Brothers!
Don't we look thrilled? Honestly, I think Poet was afraid to take his eyes off the scary statue, lest it eat his soul or some such.
I also got a great picture for you all of the normal type of things that you can buy at the swap shop.
What makes this even better is the fleece nighties behind this beauty. I forgot to get a picture of the manekin next to this one which was male and in speedos and had a sock so large stuffed in front that it appears that a snake was eating a squirrel in there.
We then trecked to the mall because holy fucking hell the humidity outside was outrageous and mommy needed some air conditioning!! Seriously, the outdoor stickiness factor was beyond gross and likely added to that whole smell factor of the swap shop. *shudders*
By the end of that adventure we had this:
Can you believe the eyelashes on this kid?