Last weekend, I bought a stretchy shirt in a size larger than what I would normally wear. I did this because (1) it will stretch and allow for room when I get bigger (still not really showing with this pregnancy), and (2) since M was a winter baby, I really don't have any summer maternity shirts and I needed a summer shirt that would accomodate my belly as the pregnancy progressed. I wore the shirt last weekend with no problems. Of course it has been washed and has shrunk a little (no big issue there because it was large last weekend).
I wore the shirt today to work, because it's one that can be casual or dressy depending on pants, etc. Well now the blasted tag is doing the I wanna pop out thing. I'll tuck it in and then someone points out it is sticking out. I guess if that is the least of my worries today then I'm doing good, but it's sure driving me nuts. It has been an ongiong battle already this morning and the day isn't nearly half over yet.
Of course, now I'm thinking, I wonder why I even wore this shirt today.
TGIF and is it five yet?
Friday, July 08, 2005
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Bad mommy
As parents, we are supposed to be the adults in the situation, but there are times when we are just pushed to our limit and even we don't act like the adults we are supposed to be. I am guilty of stooping to that level this morning. M was just in a mood and was doing everything he could to push my buttons. By the time I had dropped him off at my mother's and after his temper tantrum there, I lost it. I quickly kissed him good-bye, sent him over to my mother who was sitting outside, and slammed the car door and left.
Now that I am here at work and have had time to calm down a little, I feel so guilty. The guilt is just overwhelming. I know we all do this as parents at times, but it doesn't make it any easier to swallow the humble pie, does it? So, if you are reading this. go hug your kid for me and let your child know that you love him or her. Saying you are sorry and telling your child over the phone that you love him just isn't the same as doing it in person.
Now that I am here at work and have had time to calm down a little, I feel so guilty. The guilt is just overwhelming. I know we all do this as parents at times, but it doesn't make it any easier to swallow the humble pie, does it? So, if you are reading this. go hug your kid for me and let your child know that you love him or her. Saying you are sorry and telling your child over the phone that you love him just isn't the same as doing it in person.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I'm changing my name
Yes, you read that right. I'm changing my name because M is on a "Momma" kick tonight.
Scene: M is lying on the floor next to the computer chair going back and forth between saying "Aieee Aiieee Aiee" (Think Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Train here which B just download to his cell phone for use as his new ringtone) and burying himself under his Snoopy blanket and repeating "Momma...momma...momma...momma."
This is in spite of my asking him what he needs and his laughing at me.
I think I'm off for Tylenol and hopefully pleasant dreams.
Anyone want to assist with a new name?
Scene: M is lying on the floor next to the computer chair going back and forth between saying "Aieee Aiieee Aiee" (Think Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Train here which B just download to his cell phone for use as his new ringtone) and burying himself under his Snoopy blanket and repeating "Momma...momma...momma...momma."
This is in spite of my asking him what he needs and his laughing at me.
I think I'm off for Tylenol and hopefully pleasant dreams.
Anyone want to assist with a new name?
Speeders beware
I have nothing but the upmost respect for law enforcement officers seeing as how my husband used to work in law enforcement; my brother is a municipal police officer; my brother-in-law used to be a reserve deputy; and my step brother-in-law was a former municipal police officer. What I saw yesterday totally blew my mind, and all I have to say is "Way to go!" to the Tulsa Police Department.
My son stays with my mom during the day (aka Memaw). When I pulled to a stop at the stop sign on my mom's street, there was a motorcycle officer sitting in front of my mom's house. There is a 4 way stop at one end of the street and a stop on the alternating street there. Both are ran by motorists habitually. Some motorists don't even stop and breeze through the signs at 30 to 40 mph. The officer was there to issue citations for speeding and failure to yield. How awesome is that?!?!?!
I can honestly say I never have seen an officer patrol a neighborhood like that until yesterday. Thank you, Tulsa PD, for a job well done.
(I'm very curious to see how many citations were given.)
My son stays with my mom during the day (aka Memaw). When I pulled to a stop at the stop sign on my mom's street, there was a motorcycle officer sitting in front of my mom's house. There is a 4 way stop at one end of the street and a stop on the alternating street there. Both are ran by motorists habitually. Some motorists don't even stop and breeze through the signs at 30 to 40 mph. The officer was there to issue citations for speeding and failure to yield. How awesome is that?!?!?!
I can honestly say I never have seen an officer patrol a neighborhood like that until yesterday. Thank you, Tulsa PD, for a job well done.
(I'm very curious to see how many citations were given.)
Monday, July 04, 2005
Fourth of July
My BIL put it best tonight. The 4th of July just isn't as much fun when you are an adult. When we were kids, it was almost like waiting for Christmas. You waited eagerly for the day to come in the summer where you could shoot off pop bottle rockets, light fountains, do smoke bombs, etc. It seemed like it took forever to get here and you never had enough time to light all the fireworks so you strung the popping out for at least another weekend or two.
As an adult now, you are sitting outside thinking about how stinkin' hot it is. The breeze that has been around all day, of course, desists as soon as the sun starts to set. Even if it is a fairly cool 4th, the lack of breeze, coupled with the humidity in the South, makes the evening sweltering. If you are lucky enough to be the parent or aunt or uncle that isn't appointed to supervise this year, you pull up a lawnchair and help keep an eye on the kids and freebase liquids to stay hydrated. If you are a supervising adult, you get to assist with the lighting of the fireworks, which also goes hand-in-hand with being the enforcer.
"C, get back. M make sure your arm is extended. J don't go past your uncle. Ok, run kids. Not now C; it's J's turn."
My evening consisted of me sitting in a lawnchair at the edge of the driveway and the country road. I was the designated sparkler adult. M would get up next to me like he was getting ready to sit in my lap and we would light a sparkler and wave it around. This only lasted for about 3 sparklers and then he got bored and wanted his father to get his F-150 truck out of the back of our truck so he could drive it around the yard. I also lit sparklers for my nephews, C & J. They did ok with them, but you still had to remind them to hold them away from their body and don't get near anyone with them.
Fun, huh? Now, I'm sitting in the living room with the air conditioner blowing on me and the fan blowing on me as well--cooling off--before I head to bed. You see, this parent (like it seems that my parents did as well on most 4ths) has to work tomorrow.
So, now I will retire to bed for the night. I pray there are no thunderstorms like there were last night. My built-in thunderdetector crawled into bed with us at 1 and spent the rest of the night there. My neck and upper back have been killing me all day. I know B pulled him away from me at least 3 times and I moved him back in the center of the bed twice. Sleep peacefully and Happy 4th!
As an adult now, you are sitting outside thinking about how stinkin' hot it is. The breeze that has been around all day, of course, desists as soon as the sun starts to set. Even if it is a fairly cool 4th, the lack of breeze, coupled with the humidity in the South, makes the evening sweltering. If you are lucky enough to be the parent or aunt or uncle that isn't appointed to supervise this year, you pull up a lawnchair and help keep an eye on the kids and freebase liquids to stay hydrated. If you are a supervising adult, you get to assist with the lighting of the fireworks, which also goes hand-in-hand with being the enforcer.
"C, get back. M make sure your arm is extended. J don't go past your uncle. Ok, run kids. Not now C; it's J's turn."
My evening consisted of me sitting in a lawnchair at the edge of the driveway and the country road. I was the designated sparkler adult. M would get up next to me like he was getting ready to sit in my lap and we would light a sparkler and wave it around. This only lasted for about 3 sparklers and then he got bored and wanted his father to get his F-150 truck out of the back of our truck so he could drive it around the yard. I also lit sparklers for my nephews, C & J. They did ok with them, but you still had to remind them to hold them away from their body and don't get near anyone with them.
Fun, huh? Now, I'm sitting in the living room with the air conditioner blowing on me and the fan blowing on me as well--cooling off--before I head to bed. You see, this parent (like it seems that my parents did as well on most 4ths) has to work tomorrow.
So, now I will retire to bed for the night. I pray there are no thunderstorms like there were last night. My built-in thunderdetector crawled into bed with us at 1 and spent the rest of the night there. My neck and upper back have been killing me all day. I know B pulled him away from me at least 3 times and I moved him back in the center of the bed twice. Sleep peacefully and Happy 4th!
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