Queen of Rambles

I’m so glad Mike is telecommuting tomorrow. He’s supposed to stay holed up in the loft, tappity tap tapping his way through whatever it is he does, but I’m going to insist he entertain the baby at least a little bit. The child has learned to assert his will. He spent all day falling down at my feet, crying his little eyes out. I’d walk away and go into a different room, but it was no use. He’d hop up, stop crying, come find me then start all over again. I took him to the childcare at the gym and apologized in advance for him but when I picked them up they said he was his usual self–a perfect little angel. Did he act like an angel for me? Of course not.

Can a 12 month old already have a bad case of the Terrible Twos? Is it too early for me to make him go pick his own switch off the willow tree?

We got a late start on the day and then he had to take a nap, so that meant we hit the road at 4 pm for a trip to the mall. I hate getting out on the roads any time after 3 but the Sears pictures were supposed to be ready and I wanted them. I needed them. I love them. I ran all over the mall looking for some other things and when I finally got to Sears there was a sign at the portrait studio saying they’d be back in 30 minutes. I wanted to rip their sign into shreds. What good does it do to tell me you’ll be back in 30 minutes? How am I supposed to know if you left three minutes ago or 29 minutes ago? How am I supposed to know if I should wait or go entertain myself in a massaging chair in middle of the mall? I knew my experience there last time was too good to be true. I hates them I do.

I took a tour of the mall and when I came back they were open. I forgot that they are evil bastards and always print a few extra sheets that they try to get you to buy. I fell for it last time because I couldn’t stand the thought of my sweet baby’s picture being thrown in the trash. I was so cranky this time that I refused to buy them. It helped that they were poses I didn’t like and one was a 10×13. What am I supposed to do with a picture that big? What am I supposed to do with all these different pictures I have now? They are all so cute, yet I don’t have that much wall space. I suppose I could take down the cheap Target landscapes in the dining room and create a shrine to Erik but that seems rather unhealthy. I need to get this kid into modeling so I can see his picture in a magazine and then forget it.

My sister has turned into a total bridezilla, which is not surprising I guess. After telling the bridesmaids that we could wear whatever dresses we wanted, she balked when she saw our reasonably priced choice and insisted we get one of the most expensive dresses in the book. She called me from the bridal shop the other day to get my measurements and I heard the sales lady tell her it would be easier and probably cheaper for all of us girls to wear silver shoes instead of dyed shoes. I was on the phone so I didn’t have a visual, but I swear her head spun around on her body and flames shot out her eyes and she screeched that it is HER wedding and we ARE going to have our shoes dyed red. I’m trying to find dyeable extra wide shoes via the Internet. I’ve found a pair that will cost me about $70 when all is said and done, assuming they even fit. It’s a good thing they aren’t spiked heels or I might slam the heel into her skull while she exchanges vows. She called again a couple of days ago and said that we all have to get our nails done. I disagreed because I am not getting my nails done. I’ll get them painted, but I’m not getting fake nails and no one can make me. She finally gave up on that but was awfully pouty about it. I don’t think my fingernails are going to be the highlight of the day. When she first started planning the wedding she told me that she already knew what she wanted from us for her wedding gift: an 18 day honeymoon in Hawaii. After I rolled around laughing for an hour I called her back and told her she was insane. She didn’t even seem to have a clue why that was so funny.

I better go to sleep now so I am refreshed and happy tomorrow. I need all the sleep I can get if Erik plans on continuing his all whine, all the time campaign.

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