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.
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.
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 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.
I like to talk. I have two kids -- Jake and Molly (aka Moo). My husband is Dave. I hate bees. I was born and raised in the Motor City (really THE city, not the 'Burbs). Now I live amongst the soccer Moms and McMansions. This blog is about my life and whatever random thought pops into my head.