Lucy Lime

Nothing really new to update. Been to the midwife, lost weight, vitals and all that jazz = fabulous.

My son's teacher has been out so he has had to deal with a substitute and the normal assistant teacher. Only issue is his actual teacher is caring and spends actual loving and caring time with each of the kids and the assistant is anything but warm. If a kid acts up, she writes them off. He is no dummy and he has picked up on that big time. When I picked him up on Tuesday, he was super sad. He wanted me to hug him the whole time and when I had to put him in the car so we could go, he threw a fit. Not a tantrum, but a sad fit. He was desperate for some affection. I cuddled him some more and had to hold his hand the whole way home. He hated being around the assistant. I mean, when you are a little fella it has to be scary to be stuck in a room with a stranger and the teacher you know has no interest in you.

I may just take him to work with me tomorrow. I have to grade in my office all afternoon so I might take a video along.

Other than that an me being exhausted, nothing new to report.

Labels: pregnancy, sleep or lack thereof, work

This week I have worked myself to death. I have truly overdone it. I think all of my accomplishments would have been difficult for a non-knocked-up gal!

Anyway, lots of crap going on at work. We had a book sale that I donated tons of time to, a teacher appreciation event I helped decorate for, tons of grading and class preparation, the kid, the hubby and no time por moi.

Yesterday, I left my home at 6:45am and got back around 8:30pm. Not normally considered excessive but when you consider I was on my feet all day and my ankles looked like Shrek's by the time I got home, then yeah, it was excessive. My midwife would be so on me if she knew.

Couldn't sleep last night. Little one had a tummy ache from 2am-4am and hubby was snoring like the devil, all night. I finally got out of the bed and rolled my ass to the couch only to be greeted with the beautiful howls of two felines making love, sweet love, outside the window. Oh, and it lasted 45 minutes. I was actually praying that they would die. Cold, I know, but I was so tired. Got to sleep around 5 and up at 6:35. I taught today at 8am for an hour and have to loiter around until our 2:30pm meeting. I am desperate for a pillow so I can curl up on the cold tiles of my office and sleep.

Oh, and ankles are still huge. It is embarrassing.

Why did I ever think I could commit myself to all of this crapola this week?

If you want something done, give it to a busy person. How can I be less busy?

Labels: busy, couch, sleep or lack thereof

So, will I crack like Britney if I don't get caught up on my sleep?? This leaving the house by 6:45am is getting on my nerves. Actually it is not too bad once I am up but at night..... well, I feel quite pooped.

Then the boy wakes up when I go to bed. Or I have to get up to pee and cause him to stir. Then I hold it so that I don't really wake him up. Torture!

Or, I get thirsty. Or just can't settle down. I fall asleep in the middle of movies I watch with Hubby. I am such a bore.

However, the babe almost fell asleep at the dinner table last night. He was holding a peanut butter sandwich.

Labels: Britney Spears, sleep or lack thereof

Last night was super duper cool family night. Basically, we pulled out the bed couch and all cuddled while watching a dvd. We got this awesome series from Netflix called Upstairs, Downstairs. Unfortunately, Jeff or I must have clicked on the wrong one because we got disc 3 instead of disc 1. We watched it anyway and are in LOVE with it. We really enjoy British comedies and sitcoms and this is an older one. One of the best ones I have seen. Can't wait to get disc 1!!!

Anyway, if you read the blog below, you know that Hubs tried to put D to bed. By the time I finished writing said blog entry, he was successful. We just need to get him on a routine again. We have been totally lax and indulgent for too long.

While he was asleep, Jeff and I got to finish the last two episodes on the disc. Awesome! Then we watched a movie, A Knight's Tale, which I fell asleep in, and went to bed. Yes, I slept in the bed without waking the kiddo up!

I think he can just sense when I am in the room and wakes up. Last night he was out like a light and only rolled out of his bed into ours to cuddle with me. It was great! I did not cough, have to get up to pee, wake up thirsty or anything. Oh, and a big bonus was me not waking up too hot. The bedroom gets so warm at night. I have no clue what is wrong with my sleep that I am always waking up but last night was nice and peaceful.

It must have been the family dance-off that happened earlier in the evening. Jeff put in the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack and I swear my son danced like his butt was on fire! He was a true dancing queen. This morning when I tried to put my bellydancing video in, he started laughing hysterically! He wanted me to pick him up and dance around the room with him. Well, seeing that the video does not require you to dance with weights (and I am not sure I could even keep my balance) I had to turn it off. He loves to dance!!!

Heehee! I just tried to smooch him when he came in the office just now and he pointed at my face and said "no". I did it anyway! I mean, I am his MUM! I gave birth to him!!! I should get kisses!

Oh, and on a side note, I need to tell good old Britney Spears that they make hairbrushes for a reason and she should seriously reconsider that horrid red shade of lipstick she's been sporting lately. It matches the acne on her face and draws it front and center. Yeah, I know. I should give her a break. I don't always look the best or make the wisest style choices. BUT I DO NOT HAVE A STYLIST!!! While I do have 'people' none of them can dress themselves either so I don't trust them with me. But she has lots of people and access to clothes and cosmetics. Use 'em girlfriend! You hit the wall big time! (Sorry, Kenny!)

Labels: Britney Spears, D, family dance off, sleep or lack thereof

So the two-year old must be going through a growth spurt. This is the only thing I can think of as to why he insists on waking up between 11pm-2am and staying up til 2am-4am. Now, last night I think it was my fault.

He is a heavy drinker. Just like his mother. Ok, his father.

Anyway, we went swimming last night (the best nightly ritual I have ever come up with) and I thought, "Babelette needs something to drink to keep his belly full so he will fall asleep in the car on the way home, let's get some Powerade from the machine!"

Yeah, I realize this flawed thinking. I realized it at 2am when I was finally getting to sleep. So no sugar anything after late afternoon. Milk or water to drink. But, that is tricky because I am of the mind-set that you don't indulge kids with cow's milk. It is bad for your health, can lead to obesity later in life, and has tons of crap in it. The organic stuff is ok but gets expensive when you let your kids drink as much milk as they'd like to. We buy Lactaid. Hubby is allergic to dairy and Little D seems to have picked up the regular milk intolerance part of it. Lactaid is fine but it costs as much as organic. Soy milk tastes like ass so we will have to come up with something. But I digress.

He's been doing this evil wakey wakey thing for the past few weeks. Not every night, mind you, just often enough for me to want to kill myself. When he wakes, he is hungry. We feed him and the food gives him energy. He really can't help it. Being that I have an 8am class to teach so I have to be up at 6am, Hubalicious keeps Mini-Poo in the bedroom while I ride it out on the couch.

I used to be afraid of sleeping on the couch. Something about being out in the open where Michael Meyers or Freddie Krueger could attack does not appeal to me, never has. I like doors. Shut doors. Just a weird thing about me. I began my couch journey over a month ago when I got sick. I went out there because I was afraid of waking up the fam with my coughing fits. Now I kinda like sleeping out there. It is like my own little room except for the following joys!!!!

I get pounced on by the amazing flying feline, Lizzie, each night.

I get to smell the abovementioned feline's shit every night, wafting from the litterbox.

I get to hear damn cat's meowing when she can see her reflection in the bottom of her bowl.

I get pains from cat making biscuits on stomach and poking dagger-like feet in ribs.

I am cold and lonely.

I get to fume because husband is getting to cuddle up to sweet, radiator child.

It does not make for a peaceful slumber. I could take some pills (Advil PM is my favorite!) but What if I sleep through the alarm??? I love my job and would hate to be late and that is way too unprofessional. I could kill the cat but I did make a promise to her to love her and take care of her when I adopted her. I could turn up the heat in the house but husband would just come along and turn it down again. Then bitch about my jacking the heat up to 42 degrees or something.

Agh! I need some sleep.

Labels: couch, damn cat, sleep or lack thereof