Here's a thought ...

To all those who think they have "invented" something or cornered the market on an item, get over it. You are not the God of Anything and you have no right to squeeze anyone else out. So you and your gestapo can go back to your cave. And leave my friend alone.

Phew, I feel better now.

On to other things ... my son is sick with a cold. Not a bad one but enough to make him stay home from preschool.

He's got green stuff coming out of his facial orifices -- quite gross. He's all rather emotional so I encouraged him (amongst great hysterics) that a nap was a good idea. I hope it makes him feel better -- of course, Miss Moo just snuck in there to wake him up. Grrr.

Happy Valentine's Day!

I don't care if it is a Hallmark holiday, I love it. I am a gift harlot and I can admit it. So there. Give me cards, flowers, chocolate, and anything else you can think of to give me. Thanks.

SO I was excited to attend a parenting class at church tonight. I thought it might be interesting. The minute I looked at some of the information, I knew I was wrong.

One word: EZZO
Another word: BABYWISE

I got out as quickly as I could. I imagine they are wondering what happened to me in the bathroom, LOL. I ended up (after much heartache and praying) writing an email to the church about the class. I suggested they might consider offering alternatives. I am probably blacklisted now. Oh well. There are some things worth speaking up over and this was one of them for me.

Catalogs

Do you love catalogs? I do. In fact, I am obsessed with them. The more catalogs I get in the mail, the happier I am. Its like crack in the form of a book. I get everything from clothing to toys to household goods. There is never too many catalogs. Got any you can recommend to me? You never know, it might become my new favorite.

We are in the midst of potty training my son (new subject, in case you didn't notice). He's going to be four this month. He's pretty good about peeing on the potty but pooping is still a lost cause. Oh well. Its not like he will go to college in diapers.

If I had one wish ...

If I was granted one wish it would be that I could get one night of sleep that lasted for eight hours. Why does my 15 month old daughter feel the need to visit with me every two hours? Why does my husband feel the need to end co-sleeping? (Oh that's right because I am the one who has to get up every two hours.) I feel like I have a newborn baby all over again. It is wearing me out.

Anyway ... the Super Bowl is being played today. Not much of a football fan but I am a Detroit girl (born and raised on the east side of the city). It makes my heart pitter patter to see the city doing such a great job of hosting the event. I hope its not like the story of Cinderella -- when the clock strikes midnight the city goes back to being a pumpkin.

TTFN.

My complaints for today ...

1. Dave (the husband) thinks he helps me with the kids. And in some cases he does help me. However, I have to nag to get him to help. Plus he is very much like another kid.

2. I don't get enough sleep.

3. I keep forgetting to take my happy pills.

4. Jake demands things now instead of asking.

5. Molly is a tyrant.

6. This apt. is way too small and yet I can't manage to keep it clean.

7. I have lost my Mommy mojo.

I suck at this ...

I have blogger's block. While I can normally talk until everyone else is blue in the face, I just can't seem to put any coherent thoughts together lately. Sorry.