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On the bright side, I don’t have any gray hair anymore…(cuz I pulled it all out!)

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Thoughts from this weekend with my two sons:

  • Any softening I have had about how this third child wouldn’t be THAT much bigger a deal, was completely blown out of the water after this weekend. There will be no–let me repeat, absolutely zero–“girls weekends away” when we have three kids. And CareerMom’s traveling schedule is going to seriously have to be re-evaluated, or else the in-laws are going to need to be proactively involved!
  • Give a kid a toy, and he’ll play for five minutes. Ignore a kid for five minutes and everything’s a toy.
  • Boxes of tissues hold infinite amounts of interest for toddlers.
  • Boys only learn by one method, the rod (aka: the switch). Asking nicely doesn’t work. Asking forcefully doesn’t work. Even yelling goes in one ear and out the other and only makes you–the parent–feel like a complete a-hole. Nope, spank ’em and move on.
  • When they wanna be sweet, they can melt your heart. The other 98% of the time, you just want to smash a pile of bricks with your forehead.
  • For anyone out there who may be saying to themselves, “Uh huh, it’s not so easy is it. Now you know what CareerMom had to go through two weeks ago” I submit the following facts:
    • Fact 1: She only had them one full day. The other days were “take ’em to daycare” days.
    • Fact 2: She had nice weather and could take them outside. I had severe thunderstorms and bitter cold.
    • Fact 3: When the going gets tough, the tough take them over to their mom’s house where there is a sister with a daughter to play with
  • I’ve completely run out of junk food-groups to feed them. I’ve done pizza, spaghetti, corn dogs (actually, I grabbed the “sausage dogs” by accident“), what is left?
  • Going and getting a band-aid every 30 minutes is driving me friggin’ nutz. And I’m not even the one getting them!
  • Honestly, I can’t keep up with the messes. Oh, and while vacuuming today, the vacuum belt broke.
  • After soooo looking forward to CareerMom’s returning at 6 p.m. and giving me a break, I checked online and discovered her flight is 1.5 hours late. Guess I get to put them to bed again.
  • CareerMom had better not come home horny! I’m in a “don’t touch me” mood!

I am NOT handling this well.

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The Bachelor Pad Diaries – Day 1

image Day 1: Yesterday was tough because CareerMom left at noon, and while I was at the office, I received a call from Daycare that MLE had suffered another bout of mystery “bites” whilst napping. This was twice now that while asleep, he was apparently eaten up by bugs. I had already spoken with the daycare and he was the only one on both occasions affected. They sprayed down all the cots; verified that all sheets had been washed, etc. Honestly, it looked like flea bites, but fleas are pretty obvious so I figured it wasn’t that.

Since they had done their due diligence, I figured it was my turn. So, I left work and scrambled to Daycare and got him to the Dr.’s office by 4 p.m. After giving him a complete examination (minus a body cavity search), the doctor proclaimed, “Hives. He’s got ’em and chances are you’ll never figure out why. Give him some Benadryl and that should settle it down in a couple of days.”

$35 later (deductible + some new paperwork fee????) I ran back to daycare to pick up MLI and then we headed home. My “plan” had gotten messed up though (I was s’pose to be able to go to the gym before picking them up), so I was in a “not too great mood” and I might have yelled once (or twice) that evening. I tried to do some work after putting them to bed, but good old Lotus Notes had somehow boogered up my password and it required that I get a new one.

Now check this out:

If you want a new e-mail password, you have to request one either by telephone or Web form. Then, they send it to your manager–nope, not to you–and your manager has to give it to you. It’s as if they want your manager to know how inept you are.

So anyway, rather than spending my time getting a lot of work done last night, I spent half of it trying and retrying various passwords.

LOVE ME SOME LOTUS NOTES DAWG!

Would you believe that after all that, I DID NOT have an adult beverage? Gold star for me!