i went to the grocery store this morning specifically to buy the red pepper that i needed for this evening's meal.
i bought the red pepper.
now the pepper is no where to be found.
how do you misplace a pepper?
am i going crazy?
or have the mice now learned how to open the fridge?
Friday, November 30, 2007
another loooong friday afternoon
why do i bother?
WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER??????
E is so very, very, very wiry when he gets home from because he is TIRED.
so i try to make him take a quiet time in his room for 45 minutes. all he is required to do during this time is to remain in his room and do things that are of a semi-quiet nature. this should not be difficult.
today this is what he did.
he first decided he was a puppy and, after whining in his doorway for the 5 minutes it took me to put his brother down for a nap, dragged his stuffed animals with his teeth to make this pile just outside the door to his room:
when reminded that he was to stay within his bedroom's four walls, he retreated..
...and then proceeded to open and shut the door to his room for the next 5 minutes.
i calmly went over to his room and asked him in a nice voice if he would please fucking stop it.
he did.
and actually found something quiet to do for maybe 7 minutes.
then he came out and asked if his quiet time was done yet (despite having a clock in his room)...
...and showed me the lego blaster he had made and tried to discuss the specifics of this particular gun compared to the other ones he has made in the past ("see how this shooting part is longer? and the trigger is different. but mommy, i just want to show you how i used this one long piece in the handle...")
then he went to the bathroom..
...on the way back stopped to ask if quiet time was done yet....
...and came back out two minutes later to beg in his whiniest voice,"pleeeeeeeez, can i juuuuust come sit by you if i promise to be reaaalllly quiet? it's so haaaaard to be in there by myseeelf."
i sent him back three times.
after the fourth request he broke me down. unable to bear the constant interruptions any longer, i said he could sit on the couch if he DIDN'T TALK AT ALL.
he promised. of course.
but then two minutes later was telling me about this cool craft they did at school and wondering if we could do it too. did we have any scrap paper? because mrs. h, his teacher had this really cool paper they used and they cut it into shapes and then they glued it to paper and it was really, really, fun and cool and...
...can i have some candy? whhhhyyyyyy not?
... can i have a piece of pie?
...then he showed me five pictures of dogs he found in his book...
... and moments later fell off the couch (on purpose) and rolled on the floor as he attempted to sneak toward the kitchen and escape into the backyard.
at which point i lost my mind and sent him back to his room for the remainder of the time.
he now has five more minutes to go and just came out dressed like this:
....to ask me if he could have a playdate with EVERETT.
seriously.
this is why i drink.
WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER??????
E is so very, very, very wiry when he gets home from because he is TIRED.
so i try to make him take a quiet time in his room for 45 minutes. all he is required to do during this time is to remain in his room and do things that are of a semi-quiet nature. this should not be difficult.
today this is what he did.
he first decided he was a puppy and, after whining in his doorway for the 5 minutes it took me to put his brother down for a nap, dragged his stuffed animals with his teeth to make this pile just outside the door to his room:
when reminded that he was to stay within his bedroom's four walls, he retreated.....and then proceeded to open and shut the door to his room for the next 5 minutes.
i calmly went over to his room and asked him in a nice voice if he would please fucking stop it.
he did.
and actually found something quiet to do for maybe 7 minutes.
then he came out and asked if his quiet time was done yet (despite having a clock in his room)...
...and showed me the lego blaster he had made and tried to discuss the specifics of this particular gun compared to the other ones he has made in the past ("see how this shooting part is longer? and the trigger is different. but mommy, i just want to show you how i used this one long piece in the handle...")
then he went to the bathroom..
...on the way back stopped to ask if quiet time was done yet....
...and came back out two minutes later to beg in his whiniest voice,"pleeeeeeeez, can i juuuuust come sit by you if i promise to be reaaalllly quiet? it's so haaaaard to be in there by myseeelf."
i sent him back three times.
after the fourth request he broke me down. unable to bear the constant interruptions any longer, i said he could sit on the couch if he DIDN'T TALK AT ALL.
he promised. of course.
but then two minutes later was telling me about this cool craft they did at school and wondering if we could do it too. did we have any scrap paper? because mrs. h, his teacher had this really cool paper they used and they cut it into shapes and then they glued it to paper and it was really, really, fun and cool and...
...can i have some candy? whhhhyyyyyy not?
... can i have a piece of pie?
...then he showed me five pictures of dogs he found in his book...
... and moments later fell off the couch (on purpose) and rolled on the floor as he attempted to sneak toward the kitchen and escape into the backyard.
at which point i lost my mind and sent him back to his room for the remainder of the time.
he now has five more minutes to go and just came out dressed like this:
....to ask me if he could have a playdate with EVERETT.seriously.
this is why i drink.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
more santa dramz
the mailman took the letter. i caught him at my mailbox looking puzzled and wondering what to do as he stared E's envelope clipped there. after my brief explanation he offered to take the letter today and return it tomorrow (with a twinkle in his eye! i love our mailman)
E was, of course, very excited that the letter had been successfully mailed. ("did he say he knew where the north pole was, mommy? does he know where santa lives?")
later in the afternoon we passed a postal vehicle with a foreign (as in, not ours) mailman inside. E was quick to notice this fact.
"hey, mommy! i just saw a post office truck but it had a different mail guy inside! that's probably because ours is at the north pole delivering our letter, huh?"
soooo.... does anyone know where i can get a cute dog for cheap?
E was, of course, very excited that the letter had been successfully mailed. ("did he say he knew where the north pole was, mommy? does he know where santa lives?")
later in the afternoon we passed a postal vehicle with a foreign (as in, not ours) mailman inside. E was quick to notice this fact.
"hey, mommy! i just saw a post office truck but it had a different mail guy inside! that's probably because ours is at the north pole delivering our letter, huh?"
soooo.... does anyone know where i can get a cute dog for cheap?
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
santa skeptic
after reading the last post, M informed me that he took E to the mall today.
when E heard that santa might be there, he was insistent that M ask santa first if he was the real one.
if he was real, then E was going to talk with him about a pet and tell him a letter was on the way to his house.
but if santa said he wasn't real then E just wasn't going to waste his time.
when E heard that santa might be there, he was insistent that M ask santa first if he was the real one.
if he was real, then E was going to talk with him about a pet and tell him a letter was on the way to his house.
but if santa said he wasn't real then E just wasn't going to waste his time.
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