Queen of Rambles

I, dear computery friends, am grouchy.

No.

Wait.

Grouchy would imply that I might be nice on some level, like Oscar.

No. I am beyond grouchy. I am Bitch. I am ready to explode. I am ready to run away from home. I am ready for a break.

Mike says I am not pregnant.

This has nothing to do with me being grouchy. Well it does. Sorta. I am not grouchy because I am not pregnant. I am grouchy because I have PMS (or because I am a fat, ugly, lazy, gross, bad mothering slob).

Erik was on MY VERY LAST NERVE today. We went over to my friend’s house and the child would NOT just chill out. She has three levels of toys (upstairs sitting room, main floor living room, and basement) plus she pulled out the kiddie pool and had the kids play on the deck. When we were in the basement, he wanted to be upstairs. When we were upstairs he wanted to be downstairs. When we were outside (dripping wet), he wanted to be inside. He made the visit miserable by continually pulling on me and begging to go inside. At one point he BIT MY STOMACH. You do NOT bite Mama. He was not happy with the consequences, but not unhappy enough to quit rolling around on me, begging to leave.

By the time I managed to drag him up two flights of stairs against his will, I was D-O-N-E. Good thing Mike was home! But then Mike decided that Erik watches waaaaaay too much television (and I totally agree), so we were not allowed to turn on the TV until 6 pm. Talk about a long day.

I totally agree with the idea of only watching a couple of hours a day, but the reality? I am a crappy mother who does not enjoy sitting on the floor playing. He doesn’t even want me to play with him, he just wants me to sit next to him.

Do you realize that the longest I’ve ever been away from him in his whole entire life is 12 hours? And that was over a year ago?

I may have been just a wee bit keyed up. Mike decided to put the baby gate up while I was cooking dinner, so instead of having him on my leg (Erik, not Mike) the whole time I was cooking, he was standing at the gate begging to be let in.

Do I look like fun, kid? Do I look like the kind of person you should want to be near 24/7? Every once in a while I would let out my aggressions with a mean, angry growl in his general direction and he would scamper off in a fit of giggles, declaring he was scared. Considering he kept coming back and begging for more, I don’t think he was all that scared. Remind me not to do the growl in Oregon. My poor nephew would shit his britches.

He is a good little boy, but he is so danged stubborn. It drives me over the edge when we are someplace and he doesn’t want to be at that some place even though he would have fun if he would just stop trying to leave for five minutes.

Let’s end on a good note:

Erik’s really cute and he does listen if I tell him something in a serious tone.

Mike bought me Shadows Return by Lynn Flewelling yesterday!

Mike cleaned the house.

My balcony has finally become hummer central. There are three distinct birds at my feeder these days and they are warring constantly. Nothing like a good hummingbird fight to cheer me up!

I like typing hummer when I’m talking about hummingbirds.

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