a few things this week. As I was gearing up for bed last night, gathering my TUMS, glasses, Reader's Digest, chapstick, hand lotion and hair twisty to arrange on my headboard, it occurred to me that I am officially getting old. All I have to do is add a jar of Oil of Olay and I have turned into my mother. Here's a picture of my nightly arsenal. Now mind you that a couple of those things are to battle the woes of pregnancy.
Another discovery is that while painting the wall behind a toilet it hard, painting the wall behind a toilet when you're 7-months pregnant is almost impossible.
I have also come to the definite conclusion that the people that previously owned our house were morons. As Ryan said yesterday morning about the previous owners, "they were either stupid, lazy or poor - probably all three". If it was humanly possible to botch a repair or improvement job, they did.
Another one of my discoveries is a wonderful one. When we recently got our new land line, we had to buy new cordless phones (the other ones wouldn't work for some strange reason) and Ryan bought me an ear piece so that I could do other things while I talk on the phone. So now I tuck my phone into my apron pocket, plug in my ear piece and paint baseboards, wash dishes, clean toilets, etc all while chatting with friends and family. Wonderful!!
Now that I am raising a 3-year-old for the 2nd time, I have officially decided that 3-year-olds are crazy. With Claire, I thought: maybe it's just her, or the gender. But now that William is 3, it's the age. For example, we got home from the store where William was happy and helpful (he is a different boy when his bossy older sister is at school) and he was trying to take of his tennis shoes. He is usually receptive to help getting his shoes off, but on this day, he got one shoe off but couldn't get the other. I was unloading the car with groceries, so I quickly walked over and took the offending shoe off. Well, that was a mistake. He started yelling that he wanted to do it and then tried to put the shoe back on so that he could take it off. I continued to unload groceries while he cried and threw a tantrum because he couldn't get his shoe back on. The same thing happens with flushing the toilet, opening and closing doors, getting the mail, turning lights on and off, etc. So I now have to check and ask him if he wants to do it or needs help before I do any of those things. I'm telling you people...they're crazy.
With the week only half over, we'll see what I have yet to discover...
3 comments:
Susan,
I feel the same about three year olds. I don't know people always talk about the "terrible two's", in my opinion, three year olds are much more stubborn, but on the other hand,I have always loved three year olds because they are SO excited to learn new things. You can take them anywhere,and show them the most ordinary things and they are enthralled. I admire that zest for learning even if it does come with a strong show of independence. PS How about some pictures of the new carpet?!?!?
Got to love all those discoveries. I remember painting behind the toilet when I was nine months pregnant. There is still a blank spot on the wall behind the toilet that never did get painted for that very reason.
A toast to what discoveries you will make this week!
This is great!:) I have been checking your blog daily to see if the baby has come....when are you actually due? If you send out an email, my new email is jkjpeacock@gmail.com...I am so excited...you have the most adorable kids!:)
Post a Comment