Too Much Sleep = Unmotivated

I have been getting a lot of sleep lately and not getting much of anything done. I need to get moving, things are happening pretty quickly in my life. A lot quicker than I had planned. But in the end I will be a better person for it all. Oh, there is too much I don't want to do.

Lack of Sleep = Superwoman?

Thanks to my complete procrastination I spent last evening preparing my taxes. Translation, I sat in front of the computer for way too long being annoyed because, in my case, it might have been faster to file a paper form. Okay maybe not, but until now I never new the annoyance that is entering all the information off of way too many W2s. So, needless to say, I managed about four hours of sleep before having to get up and function. I work early in the morning (Read, before 7 AM) and had to find a way to not injure myself while handling sharp or hot objects. My solution? Lots of strong coffee. Usually this would just turn me into a shaky tired person, but seeing as I have regained my addiction to caffeine I managed to stave off the shakes and just be sleepy. None the less I found myself completing all my required tasks at work along with a few to prepare for tomorrow and some other side work, to ward off boredom. After work I return home to clean out my storage until, wash and fold to loads of laundry, cook a nice meal, wash the dishes and now write a bit. Why do I get the feeling I am going to be completely useless tomorrow at work? I don't have to e in until a very reasonable hour but I'm sure my human alarm clock will get me up in time to see all of the Saturday morning cartoons. Guess I am just amused by how much I did get accomplished today, despite my lack of sleep.

I'm a Bitch, I'm a Lover, I'm a Child, I'm a Mother

Nature has a way of being purely evil. As is known my son has been very sick, pink eye, chest cold, strange colored mucus pouring out of his nose and fevers. Yesterday in a hail of red puke (Don't be alarmed, it was just the Tylenol Cold I gave him) his fever broke and since then he has been back to being his usual holy terror. What is so unfair about this is I now have what he had minus the pink eye, knock on wood. I feel like I am swimming in a muted sea. My ears pound with my own heart beat, loud sounds send shooting pain. And as any parent of an almost three year old will attest to, I hope, is that they are one giant loud sound at this age.

Being a mom I have to still care for my recovering, over-energetic son while dad is at work. Though I would love nothing more than lie in bed with a jug of O.J., a box of Kleenex, a warm blanket, the T.V. remote and an ungodly supply of cold medicine.

So these are the people I have been cycling through today. A bitch, because I do not feel good and so don't want to deal. A lover, because I must still be a caring wife. A child, because I want attention and I want it now. Take care of ME! A mother, because this job has no real quitting time.

I Don't Care

I have a horrible sinus headache and the cold medicine I took isn't working.
I don't care.

My muscles are sore and my bones feel achey.
I don't care.

I am tired and cranky from working all day.
I don't care.

The fingers in my left hand are numb and cold.
I don't care.

You are sick.
I care.

You sleep fitfully in my lap, slipping in and out of consciousness. Mere minutes of wakefulness and sleep. Often when you wake, you wake suddenly, blurting out the last line of dialog from your dream. I laugh to myself and try to figure out what you are dreaming. I love these little peeks into your unconscious.

Your poor little limp body, ravaged by fever. I stare at you, wishing I could take your pain, even though I already share in it. The sweet, quiet, endless potential I see in your face brings tears to my eyes. I wonder how I can help you fulfill your dreams. I am curious to find out what those dreams will be.

Rest and regain your strength, my little man, the feeling will eventually return to my arm. But I won't care if it doesn't, so long as you return to your happy healthy self.

Veiled Sexual Innuendo

I would like to start this with an apology. Mrs. Hetfield I am sorry for what I am about to say and I really do hope you and your husband all the best, but......
I WANT TO PRACTICE AT HAVING YOUR HUSBAND'S BABIES!

I am Fricken Going to Cum, I Love the Internet

As I sat waiting for the wrist-slitting slow opening of my yahoo on a dial-up, I noticed the little ad for recipe feeds you can add to your 'my yahoo' site. So I decided to click on it and add that service to my little part of yahoo. I only expected one or two rarely updated feeds. I was wrong. I know have multiple daily recipes, along with blogs. All these new fun interesting recipes delivered to me, without having to search. New creative things I may have never thought of or looked for.

Along with recipes (much better than novels), the internet provides me with countless hours of entertainment. Especially on days like this week when my son is sick and I am stuck at home. I get to talk to adults and entertain and educate my brain. Or just fill it with more useless information, take your pick. Either way, I am kept from being forced to clean the house again out of sheer boredom. I can now sit on my butt and surf.

I love the internet!

I Told You I Would

This is a nod to my K.B. I told you I would make it a part of my blog. It wouldn't have been so funny if you hadn't come running. I swear I kept my mouth shut.
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Time to Admit This Too

I am admitting this to myself and the world, I am in love. Madly, passionately, erotically in love with a man. He is a tall man and sexy, although bald. He is strong and muscular, though gentle. He has helped me with many problems and still comes back for more. I do not know how I have lived my life up till now without this man in my life.

His name is............Mr. Clean.

Today while shopping with my mom, she insisted that I try Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. Can I tell you? This shit is great. I have cleaned stuff that has been eluding my previous attempts at removal. And Crayon, can I say enough about crayon removal? I managed to get that grunge off my kid's high chair, the grubby stuff off of the front door, made a dent in the crap on the stainless steel toaster oven. I even got most of the crayon off of the unfinished wood bookcase. The poor 'brick' is now a tiny shred, mostly because of my attempt to get the nasties off of Jaden's car seat. It was trying there but may require a little more effort. But hey, I can't expect true miracles.

Boy, I feel better getting that off my chest and the funkies off my stuff! (Happy Dance)

Peanuts and Fridgehead

It is difficult for me to keep my composer when I hear some of the things my son says. He is doing the best he can with the abilities he has right now and I want to encourage his efforts, but some of it is just so darn cute.

Today he and I were sharing a Fridgehead, or soda ice (hee hee), and Jaden was trying to use the straw to suck. He stopped and sighed, "Too Heavy." How precious. It was his attempt at saying it was too thick to suck through the straw.

Then he comes up with wonderfully delightful mispronunciation, like wroof and peanuts, or Pooh A Princess. These are the terms he uses for Roo, penis and a Winnie the Pooh movie that has nothing to do with princesses, it is the Halloween one.

I have a friend who tells me stories of her grandbaby who is about Jaden's age. Her granddaughter is learning sign language and came up with the statement, "Daddy's airy shirt" for a shirt with holes in it. Now that is precious.

So Jaden, I don't laugh at you because I believe you to be unintelligent, it is quite the opposite. I laugh because you make these wonderfully unique associations (like, shopping cart train) that show how you are working to organize the complex subject of language in your fresh brain. And your just so darn cute. High strung, extremely active, quite the "boy" and cute.

Good Morning, Beautiful

I have a friend who starts every morning I see them with this greeting. It is done out of pure friendly love and it feels so wonderful. Thank You, buddy.

This makes me think? If these few simple words work those kind of wonders on me, what would they do for my son? I try to say nice things, just becuase, to him, but this is a nice reminder. I doubt much of what I say to him still doesn't make a whole lot of sense but intonation and body language is universal.

Try it out on your frineds and loved ones, you'll be rewarded.

I Feel a Bad Moon Rising

I finally got around to reading my monthly free horoscope today. Yes, I read that stuff. No, I don't place much faith in them. I do find them to be a nice moral booster at times, though.

So I am reading one of them and in sweet, sugar coated words the lady was basically saying that Capricorn was going to have a chaotic, crappy month. Something about descending planets into or out of my house of whatever and the combination of two eclipses in the month. Then I think, "Ohmagah" she's right, this month sucks. Mind you it is ass crack in the morning and coffee hasn't kicked in yet. I was feeling pretty run over, stuff coming out of everywhere. Nose, lungs, bladder, etc, etc (You know what I mean.) Not doing things like drinking a quart of cranberry juice followed by a half pot chaser of coffee would have helped a couple things. I swear in the first 3 hours of my morning I went to the bathroom every 15 minutes for one reason or another.

How Do You Teach a Thirty Five Year Old Man That if the Internet Says its Free, it isn't?

Everything in my house is in some stage of being sick. The kid, the hubby, me, the computer. All infected with something. Gotta love daycare and the internet.