Almost Only Counts in Horseshoes and Hand Grenades....

......Sigh...... We werethisclose to having all of Friday night and most of Saturday sans kiddos. We were totally hyped and ready to go out for dinner where we could actually talk to one another without being interrupted eleventy billion times with "Mom?" or "Dad" or "No no no no no" -that one is courtesy of Lil Man. We were looking forward to spending most of Saturday getting our Christmas shopping done..... ok, maybe "looking forward" is a little grossly overstated, but you know what I mean...the shopping would actually BE DONE. None of that running around a week (ok, 2 days) before Christmas searching for that one certain thing that we just have to have for that one certain person. Lord but I was looking forward to that. The boys were going to spend the night at D's house (this is Lil Man's caregiver during the week, and an occasional weekend etc. He has watched him since Lil Man was 8 wks old) on Friday night, watch a movie, eat popcorn etc. Then Saturday D and his wife were going to take the kids to a movie and Chuck E Cheese (gah!) and we'd pick them up sometime early evening on Saturday. When D suggested it, I was all over that in a heartbeat "Heck yeah, you bet it's ok". And then I called my mom. She burst my bubble in about half a heartbeat, I swear it. I offered to provide the turkey for Thanksgiving dinner this year.....no, not "cook" it, just provide it.....Thanksgiving is at Mom and Dad's this year so she's cooking the turkey, I'm just providing it to be cooked. ANYhow.....I called and asked if we could just bring it over on Saturday...... to which she says "Oh, you mean bring it to Ali-bug's birthday party?" (Ali-bug being my one of my sister's oldest daughter...she'll be 4). And I was struck stupid for a minute (shut up, quit laughing) and then I replied, with a HUGE sigh "OH HELL. I totally forgot about the party.....and I just frickin' talked to R last night about it and what Ali-bug wanted. CRAP CRAP CRAP!!" and looked down just in time to see/hear Lil Man say "Cwap?" OH HELL. Not only had I forgotten the birthday party, I just taught my almost 3 yr old a semi-swear word.......gah, definitely on a roll.

Soooooo....here's hoping we can get the Christmas shopping (and Ali-bug's birthday present, damn it...don't forget the present!!!) all done on Friday evening. Quit laughing.

The hell??????

Well, alrighty then. I'm a little peeved at this point. I had a post all done up, went to add the pictures and my words disappeared. As in gone. As in, damnit I don't have the time to retype all of that!!!!

Hell, I guess what you get instead (because there's a ton of you reading right? You're just all quiet and lurking? Right??? .....sigh.....) is the pictures of the crocheting that I'm doing for my co-worker who is having a baby girl come February. The smaller of the two pictures is the start of the bunting I posted about earlier, and the other is the sweater/cap I'm going to do up--but will be in a coral color instead of pink.

In short, we've all been sick at my house. Work is busy. Randy's work is in a hiring freeze and letting people go (hopefully not Randy). Bubby is adjusting to his new schedule and activities at school that allows for his IEP implementations--but at the sacrifice of his eyelashes (anxiety/stress causes him to pull them out). Little Man apparently is on a hunger strike that includes anything that would be "normal" dinner food.....even cheeseburgers, chicken nuggets, spaghetti or anything else I put in front of him that is not a fruit cup or fruit related. *roll eyes* I guess I should just be grateful he's eating fruit right?

Off to enjoy (not) another quiet (not) weekend. Randy is on-call which means I'll probably spend most of my weekend solo parenting. Oh joy.

Ahhhh....Family Time.......

The weekend was actually really good. Mainly quiet - or, as quiet as you can get with a 2.5 yr old and 10 yr old. No place to be at any certain time.....nothing that *had* to be done. We got new tires on my car ($245 cripes!!) and had lunch out at Logan's Roadhouse....yum! Rented a couple of Blockbuster movies and spent the evening quietly at home. One of the movies we watched was Kung Fu Panda......freakin' hilarious!! Both boys thoroughly enjoyed it and Little Man laughed even when he didn't know what he was laughing at :-) Went to church Sunday morning, the preschool choir performed-they were soooo cute! Then, another quiet (some would say boring) afternoon at home. I absolutely LOVED it. I worked on a crocheting project.....a co-worker here is having a baby girl come February and I'm making her several items. The one I'm working on now is this bunting I love this pattern......it's a simple repeat so I can work on it while watching tv, yet the stitches are interesting enough to not bore me to tears. Also, I'm not doing it in pastel pink, but rather it will look like this. Well hell, looks like my cell phone and email aren't going to play nice today. Maybe I'll be able to add them later. Now, as for last night? Oh my hell.....it was not good. For the past 3 months or so, Little Man has developed a terror for bathtime. I don't know what brought it on or why he's scared but holy jebus, the screaming and crying and red-faced, shaking toddler that used to LOVE bathtime.....not so much anymore. All we have to do is mention the word bath, and he starts sniffling and fussing. Start the bathwater and he stays as far away as possible, crying. Bring him in the bathroom and he's full out bawling and crying "no, no, no" while waving his little hand towards the tub. Actually put him IN the tub? Oh Lord have mercy.....full out crying, screaming, flailing his hands and whole body shaking like a leaf on a tree in a windstorm. Take that times 2 when you go to wash his hair. He won't sit in the tub.....that would take a miracle from up above. And while I have no doubt that such miracles *can* happen? They ain't happenin' in the bathtub at our house. After no nap on Sunday afternoon, and the fit at bathtime, LM fell asleep pretty damn quick--all cuddled up in my lap--which totally negated the fact that while I was trying to rinse his hair he called me "mean mama!!" in the midst of all the wailing.

Sigh....if anyone reads this and has any ideas on how to make bathtime less traumatic? I'm listenin'..........