Right now, I’m writing this post while I’m on hold with Wells Fargo.
Let’s just say that I’m not happy about the change from Wachovia to Wells Fargo. These bastards are way sneakier in the ways they try to get my money.
So anyway, I haven’t posted at ALL this week.
Just like I haven’t exercised at ALL this week.
Pookah is sleeping like he’s a 6 month old rather than the 18 month old he is about to be.
What’s the problem? Those 5 teeth coming in? Another ear infection? The cold he seemed to develop over night???
Who knows? All I know is that the little boy woke up 4 times in one hour. Finally, when it was my turn to go in to “sooth” the child I went in, ready to do battle.
The child saw me and laid back down, whining. He knows Mama don’t play that.
I picked him up since I was there, just to make sure he didn’t have a fever, no rash, and that there was basically nothing wrong with him.
I kissed him, and put him back down. He whined and called for “Daddy” but went back to sleep in 1 mintue 22 seconds.( Yes, I timed it.)
And he slept until 430 this morning, when his Daddy decided to bring him in our room.
And he wonders why the child wants to stay in our bed all the time!
Granted, Pookah woke up this morning with a cold.
Which I noticed when I took him to daycare that he must be the last one to get it because all of hsi classmates were snotty nosed.
And of course, the teacher informs me that he had no milk. AFTER I asked her on Monday did she have enough milk? Diapers? Wipes? Snacks???
Yes, Yes Yes.
I am so fed up with those folks…..seriously still on the lookout for a new daycare, but the pickings are so slim around here. Everyone keeps saying, “find an in home daycare.” OK, yeah, but usually, that only works well if you get a “word of mouth” recommendation. And none of my friends/associates live near me have kids small enough for them to know.
My mother is coming in 6 days…….
I have decided that I’m not really feeling the Nuva Ring anymore. I KNOW I put it in right, CDUB doesn’t like it, and I keep feeling it slide around when I work out.
I have a mountain of clothes that need to be folded…..
My son keeps hitting me when he doesn’t get his way……
I can’t seem to stay on budget…..
I can’t keep my house clean….
I can’t seem to blog as much as I like….
I can’t exercise/train as much as I would like…….
I can’t seem to stop eating carbs…..
I can’t find a place in Jamaica that fits in our budget AND is kid friendly for our annual vacation…….
And speaking of which, no one in Jamaica has heard of Lactose Free Milk
I can’t even keep up with Words with Friends…..
#FAIL #FAIL #FAIL #FAIL
Yes, I feel like a big fat failure over here.
Excuse me while I go wallow in it…….