I thought it would be a good idea to have my son sleep in my bed while I tried to also have a nap. This has worked ONCE before so I thought it might again. Why do I have to be the one who never sleeps? Why do I have to be the one who wishes she could take a nap and never does? Why can't I get a nap in after 3 hours of sleep throughout the night? Why?
The answer so many will say is because I'm a mother. COME ON PEOPLE! That is a stupid reason. Why can't I throw hissy fits every time I get woken up in the night? I'd love to have the luxury of turning into a three year old every time I didn't get my wawa, but I freaking can't. You know why?
Cause I'm the only one in the house who can't. Period. It doesn't matter that I am the mom, it doesn't matter that I don't have a job outside of the house, it doesn't matter that I want to scream all the effing time. All that matters is that I can't and that is the end of that conversation.
I can't because it won't help the day go on faster and it won't help my health. If I got to hissy fit every time something annoyed me I wouldn't have time for anything else. That's why I can't.
I watched a documentary about "Refrigerator Mothers" and one woman said she was in such a depression that she wanted to kill herself, but couldn't because she had too much to do (I know, it's a big difference but...).
I wanna scream too, but it won't help me get the crap I have to get done done.
... I'm considering taking up smoking again....
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Vacuum
We have a dog. One would assume that would cover what our relationship is with our dog but it really doesn't cover it all. We have a hyperactive, wheat allergic, constantly bored cattle dog mix. It wouldn't matter if you took her on three walks a day, this dog would want another three. But I digress....
We have a dog. She hates the vacuum. It makes her bark like mad. For some reason my children are used to her barking. It usually doesn't bother them other than when she barks right in their faces. What I find so interesting is the second the vacuum physically comes out of the closet the house seems to go ballistic.
Our dog barks. My son squeals and begs to stop having to do what he is doing (ie eating or cleaning something up). My daughter finds her way to a wall and starts to shake. I have to hold my ten month old to keep her calm. I endure the slamming of my son's door as he races away before the device is turned on. The dog continues to bark (and she isn't even in the same room!).
I finish vacuuming and what happens next makes me shake my head. My son asks very nicely to use the vacuum. Seriously? You couldn't have used it while plugged into the wall so I could have sat back and enjoyed you doing some of the work? I guess not.
And all the while.... the dog continues to bark. She won't stop until the vacuum is safely back in the closet. You know what's even scarier? She totally knows the second that happens and the house is suddenly returned to peace.
We have a dog. She hates the vacuum. It makes her bark like mad. For some reason my children are used to her barking. It usually doesn't bother them other than when she barks right in their faces. What I find so interesting is the second the vacuum physically comes out of the closet the house seems to go ballistic.
Our dog barks. My son squeals and begs to stop having to do what he is doing (ie eating or cleaning something up). My daughter finds her way to a wall and starts to shake. I have to hold my ten month old to keep her calm. I endure the slamming of my son's door as he races away before the device is turned on. The dog continues to bark (and she isn't even in the same room!).
I finish vacuuming and what happens next makes me shake my head. My son asks very nicely to use the vacuum. Seriously? You couldn't have used it while plugged into the wall so I could have sat back and enjoyed you doing some of the work? I guess not.
And all the while.... the dog continues to bark. She won't stop until the vacuum is safely back in the closet. You know what's even scarier? She totally knows the second that happens and the house is suddenly returned to peace.
Monday, March 28, 2011
TV in bed
I am not a fan of letting my son watch too much tv. It just doesn't seem to help him do anything but stop bothering me. We don't like plopping our son in front of it and walking away. BUT- there are moments when it seems like the only thing I CAN do...
Examples
1) Trying to get my 10 month old to sleep
2) While I clean the dishes I need for dinner which I am told must be made asap, or the world will end.
3) When I am having a "I wish I believed in spanking" moment
4) Illness... like today
We are sick again! And not only that, it's during spring break so that makes it that much more special! I get to clean up puke and try to get liquid into a 3 year old while my 10 month old giggles and blows raspberries at us.
My husband put the tv in our son's room because he wouldn't stay in his bed. Makes sense to me. Of course I can't say it's just because of that I am happy the tv has moved. I am now sitting in my empty living room as my sick son watches Super Hero Squad and my daughter naps. It's quiet and I'm able to unwind from my weekend of the same illness....
So, it's my daughter's turn to get sick. That will be fun...
Examples
1) Trying to get my 10 month old to sleep
2) While I clean the dishes I need for dinner which I am told must be made asap, or the world will end.
3) When I am having a "I wish I believed in spanking" moment
4) Illness... like today
We are sick again! And not only that, it's during spring break so that makes it that much more special! I get to clean up puke and try to get liquid into a 3 year old while my 10 month old giggles and blows raspberries at us.
My husband put the tv in our son's room because he wouldn't stay in his bed. Makes sense to me. Of course I can't say it's just because of that I am happy the tv has moved. I am now sitting in my empty living room as my sick son watches Super Hero Squad and my daughter naps. It's quiet and I'm able to unwind from my weekend of the same illness....
So, it's my daughter's turn to get sick. That will be fun...
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Magazines
Holy crap! I just found these! ME WANT!!!
Spectrum
Autism Digest
Autism Spectrum Quarterly
I should have looked this up earlier!!
Spectrum
Autism Digest
Autism Spectrum Quarterly
I should have looked this up earlier!!
I'm tired
Why is it that every morning I wake up and want to go back to sleep? You would think I would be full of energy to get my son out the door and off to school as quickly as I could so "me time" would start sooner rather than later. Sadly, it just doesn't work that way in my house.
I can imagine mothers everywhere wondering how other mothers do it. Wonder how they get through the day without konking out at the computer xxzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
But seriously, there is mother's day. We should salute every mother on this day. I think instead we find ourselves being mothers. I often dream of getting breakfast in bed and not having to get up to make it. It would be rather enjoyable to sleep until the sun comes up. Oh the joy of seeing a sunrise. When was the last time I didn't see one?
At present my husband is painting a panda bear on my son's wall. I had a short nap this morning after being up with a sick nine month old and forced myself to get up so I could help him paint one wall tan. As a mother I felt it my obligation to push to get it done today. I tried to get it done a couple of days ago. Ya, that didn't work either.
So, here I am covered in paint because my son's room looks like a hospital ward room after taking down all the breakable pictures. We've made the rule in the house that our son can throw balls in the house, but only in his room. It seems to be one of the few things he "needs" to do, so I'm thankful for that. But I do it for my child. I just hope he remembers years down the line how awesome his parents are...
I can imagine mothers everywhere wondering how other mothers do it. Wonder how they get through the day without konking out at the computer xxzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
But seriously, there is mother's day. We should salute every mother on this day. I think instead we find ourselves being mothers. I often dream of getting breakfast in bed and not having to get up to make it. It would be rather enjoyable to sleep until the sun comes up. Oh the joy of seeing a sunrise. When was the last time I didn't see one?
At present my husband is painting a panda bear on my son's wall. I had a short nap this morning after being up with a sick nine month old and forced myself to get up so I could help him paint one wall tan. As a mother I felt it my obligation to push to get it done today. I tried to get it done a couple of days ago. Ya, that didn't work either.
So, here I am covered in paint because my son's room looks like a hospital ward room after taking down all the breakable pictures. We've made the rule in the house that our son can throw balls in the house, but only in his room. It seems to be one of the few things he "needs" to do, so I'm thankful for that. But I do it for my child. I just hope he remembers years down the line how awesome his parents are...
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Repetition
Oh my god.... I cannot sing that song again. But like every good mother I do through gritted teeth and a smile. Thankfully my son doesn't notice and will take it happily. I don't know what the song actually is so singing it is rather interesting. My son doesn't sing all the words so that explains my confusion. Of course I can kind of guess what the song is.
It counts numbers and with each number has a rhyming phrase. It sounds cute (8, 8 we're on a date- woo hoo!) and part of me wonders what all the rhyming is. You could put some bad words in there between the cute rhymes. 6 rhymes with licks and fix. 9 rhymes with crime (sort of).
You could make some naughty songs with the numbers 1-10.... or it could just be adorable coming out of a three year olds mouth :)
It counts numbers and with each number has a rhyming phrase. It sounds cute (8, 8 we're on a date- woo hoo!) and part of me wonders what all the rhyming is. You could put some bad words in there between the cute rhymes. 6 rhymes with licks and fix. 9 rhymes with crime (sort of).
You could make some naughty songs with the numbers 1-10.... or it could just be adorable coming out of a three year olds mouth :)
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Fathering
Have you ever seen a father and son in the grocery store and thought to yourself "What a great dad."? I do, but when I do I remember a comic (it could have been a writer, but let's just say it was a comic) talking about an incident while he had his two children with him food shopping.
He announced rather proudly that he was not a good father. The audience laughed, cause you're supposed to laugh at that kind of stuff when a comic says it. Talking about walking through the store and wanting to murder his toddler about three times made the audience laughed thoroughly. It was funny. But the best part was when the comic said he got up to the cash register and the woman in line in front of him said "You're such a good father". He was stunned. Looking down at his two year old eating a hoho and his ten month old chewing on a twist tie, he was sure this woman needed glasses. It made me rethink "father" adoring.
Now, as I notice fathers pulling their kids by the hands through stores or streets, I watch more closely. It's a bit of an eye opener. One day I watched as a father with two kids around the age of 8 walked out of the church across the street from where I stood. The father walked closely with his children and checked the road for cars before letting them cross. He seemed to have his father badge on. It was when I heard what they were talking about I tried not to gasp.
"What the F*&K kid? Are you stupid or something? Do you even know how stupid that is? Would you just stop F*&king doing that S*&T and stop being so juvenile?"
I was shocked. Who talks that way to a kid, let alone their kid, with such easiness? People watching from a distance would assume they were talking about the weather. And who believes that any kid under the age of 17 won't do something juvenile? I believe "kids" fall under the juvenile category.
Now, the point. My son has been testing boundaries and I wasn't completely sure if it is because he is starting to show signs of Autism or if he is just a 3 year old. My husband, the man who sees his son about five hours during the week, showed me how capable our son really is. Our son was refusing to stay with us in the grocery store (which made me think of the above story). Cooly and calmly my husband was able to keep our son on task without the screaming battle I usually encounter.
I learned something today: Now, THAT is a good father!
I'm not totally sure if my bias is part of my discovery. Anyone can make a baby (that's easy... and fun usually), but raising them lovingly and with a sense of humor is much harder. Let's try to cheer on the good ones and point them out for the bad ones to observe.... maybe they'll learn something too.
He announced rather proudly that he was not a good father. The audience laughed, cause you're supposed to laugh at that kind of stuff when a comic says it. Talking about walking through the store and wanting to murder his toddler about three times made the audience laughed thoroughly. It was funny. But the best part was when the comic said he got up to the cash register and the woman in line in front of him said "You're such a good father". He was stunned. Looking down at his two year old eating a hoho and his ten month old chewing on a twist tie, he was sure this woman needed glasses. It made me rethink "father" adoring.
Now, as I notice fathers pulling their kids by the hands through stores or streets, I watch more closely. It's a bit of an eye opener. One day I watched as a father with two kids around the age of 8 walked out of the church across the street from where I stood. The father walked closely with his children and checked the road for cars before letting them cross. He seemed to have his father badge on. It was when I heard what they were talking about I tried not to gasp.
"What the F*&K kid? Are you stupid or something? Do you even know how stupid that is? Would you just stop F*&king doing that S*&T and stop being so juvenile?"
I was shocked. Who talks that way to a kid, let alone their kid, with such easiness? People watching from a distance would assume they were talking about the weather. And who believes that any kid under the age of 17 won't do something juvenile? I believe "kids" fall under the juvenile category.
Now, the point. My son has been testing boundaries and I wasn't completely sure if it is because he is starting to show signs of Autism or if he is just a 3 year old. My husband, the man who sees his son about five hours during the week, showed me how capable our son really is. Our son was refusing to stay with us in the grocery store (which made me think of the above story). Cooly and calmly my husband was able to keep our son on task without the screaming battle I usually encounter.
I learned something today: Now, THAT is a good father!
I'm not totally sure if my bias is part of my discovery. Anyone can make a baby (that's easy... and fun usually), but raising them lovingly and with a sense of humor is much harder. Let's try to cheer on the good ones and point them out for the bad ones to observe.... maybe they'll learn something too.
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