••• Monday, June 07, 2004
BitchMom ScreamPants
Well hi there. Any guesses on how my summer break has been going so far?
First of all, I'm not technically on summer break yet because I didn't get all my work done on Friday. This was mostly due to forces beyond my control. What was in my control, however, was knowing better. I should have known better than to believe that summer break was just a little just a roll down a hill. Well, it was a roll down hill...Friday afternoon, a pile of turds rolled downhill, right into my office.
Second, my husband is still using my computer for a job, so I've been on computer restriction for days, except for a few minutes here and there. I do hope to resume my normal blogcast schedule, any day. Really.
I was thinking about trying that audioblog deal, (where you post a voice message from a phone instead of writing text. Requires no computer) but I can't remember my blogger password to sign up for it. Besides, it's supposed to be as simple as leaving a voicemail message. I'm terrible at leaving voicemail messages. Plus, I mumble. Plus, I have a really sexy voice and I worry I might attract some creeps with mumbly, sexy voice fetishes. Okay, I made that sexy voice part up. But I do mumble.
I don't have long here, again. The Cakers just finished a 20 minute screaming jag, then fell asleep. She'll wake up soon and demand to be taken outside, her promised reward for taking a "quiet time." Honestly, I had no expectation that she'd actually stay on the couch, let alone sleep. I figured I'd have to enforce 10 minutes of couch-bound wiggles and whine before caving in with the reward. Is it August yet?
Amidst the Tirade du Cakers, I realized that the pain of being in a room with a screaming toddler is much like surviving the agony of terrible menstrual cramps (I had 'em bad in high school, 8 hours in the bed, praying for the good Lord to take me). Eventually you realize you can't fight it or reason with it, and it's best just to go with it. Let the pain wash over you, like a gentle tsunami.
Can you tell I'm, like, hyper typing? I have so much to say...and no time! Tomorrow I have to go back to my office and finish cleaning/filing. I really don't mind having to go back one more day. With no time restrictions or interruptions, I actually kind of enjoy this kind of housekeeping. I could wait until fall to do this, but I'd rather sort and organize while the "cases" are still fresh in my wilted mind.
Knuttin' But Knit
I finished my mother-in-law's Porch Around Wrap and hope to have a picture to share, soon. My husband is really anxious for me to finish his garter square afghan (just in time for the swelter of summer) so I promised I'd knit nothing but garter (what could be harder?) for this entire week. So far, I've finished three squares in two days. I have about 20 to go. Yuck.
Wednesday we're going to the cottage for a couple of days. Just in time for the 90 degree humidity. I hope to post some shots from the new northern 'hood. I might even rock your world with an update on how I'm getting square with garter.
Gotta run. I'll be back.
Well hi there. Any guesses on how my summer break has been going so far?
First of all, I'm not technically on summer break yet because I didn't get all my work done on Friday. This was mostly due to forces beyond my control. What was in my control, however, was knowing better. I should have known better than to believe that summer break was just a little just a roll down a hill. Well, it was a roll down hill...Friday afternoon, a pile of turds rolled downhill, right into my office.
Second, my husband is still using my computer for a job, so I've been on computer restriction for days, except for a few minutes here and there. I do hope to resume my normal blogcast schedule, any day. Really.
I was thinking about trying that audioblog deal, (where you post a voice message from a phone instead of writing text. Requires no computer) but I can't remember my blogger password to sign up for it. Besides, it's supposed to be as simple as leaving a voicemail message. I'm terrible at leaving voicemail messages. Plus, I mumble. Plus, I have a really sexy voice and I worry I might attract some creeps with mumbly, sexy voice fetishes. Okay, I made that sexy voice part up. But I do mumble.
I don't have long here, again. The Cakers just finished a 20 minute screaming jag, then fell asleep. She'll wake up soon and demand to be taken outside, her promised reward for taking a "quiet time." Honestly, I had no expectation that she'd actually stay on the couch, let alone sleep. I figured I'd have to enforce 10 minutes of couch-bound wiggles and whine before caving in with the reward. Is it August yet?
Amidst the Tirade du Cakers, I realized that the pain of being in a room with a screaming toddler is much like surviving the agony of terrible menstrual cramps (I had 'em bad in high school, 8 hours in the bed, praying for the good Lord to take me). Eventually you realize you can't fight it or reason with it, and it's best just to go with it. Let the pain wash over you, like a gentle tsunami.
Can you tell I'm, like, hyper typing? I have so much to say...and no time! Tomorrow I have to go back to my office and finish cleaning/filing. I really don't mind having to go back one more day. With no time restrictions or interruptions, I actually kind of enjoy this kind of housekeeping. I could wait until fall to do this, but I'd rather sort and organize while the "cases" are still fresh in my wilted mind.
Knuttin' But Knit
I finished my mother-in-law's Porch Around Wrap and hope to have a picture to share, soon. My husband is really anxious for me to finish his garter square afghan (just in time for the swelter of summer) so I promised I'd knit nothing but garter (what could be harder?) for this entire week. So far, I've finished three squares in two days. I have about 20 to go. Yuck.
Wednesday we're going to the cottage for a couple of days. Just in time for the 90 degree humidity. I hope to post some shots from the new northern 'hood. I might even rock your world with an update on how I'm getting square with garter.
Gotta run. I'll be back.
Labels: Bitchmom Screampants, From My Loins, Now You're Whining
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