Give me a minute while I uncross my eyes and stretch my fingers.
Whew! I am no longer a Carnival Virgin! I spent almost the entire day visiting sites through the Bloggy Giveaways Carnival. What an awesome idea! And it lasts a whole week! And it's free! And it happens several times a year!
I think I'll have blisters tomorrow from all the posting I did today. (Don't tell DH, he thinks I was looking for a job)
There are so many fun, smart, and clever people out there who are funny, passionate, creative... I could keep listing adjectives until the sun comes up.
I "met" lots of great people and I've bookmarked so many new blog sites I'm surprised my computer hasn't caught on fire.
I've read recipes, book lists, fashion tips, blogging how to's and so much more. I'm blown away by the breadth of topics and the clever ways people personalize their sites.
Of course I hope to win some of the really cool prizes but more than that, I'm so happy to add on to my group of internet friends and really hope some of my new discoveries lead to long lasting friendships.
If you're new to this or just want to add on to your blog roll, definitely grab some snacks and a cup o' joe and be prepared spend some time (hours!) at the Carnival. You won't regret it. Thanks to everyone!
I'm So Inspired!
Sunday, April 20, 2008
I love my son. I love being a mom. I love my son. I love being a mom. I love my son. I love being a mom.
You know what gets to me the most about being a parent? The repetition. I can handle meltdowns, the non stop chatter, bedtime battles and fussy eating habits.
But having to repeat myself all day long makes we want to stick a fork in my eye.
Yesterday I took DS to a birthday party at Leo Carrillo. He had a great time following the peacocks and when we got home he was totally wound up. I, on the other hand, could barely keep my eyes open.
DH woke up around 3am with a bad cough and neither of us could get back to sleep, so by mid afternoon I was draggin' ass. Anyway, DS is on a mission to save Princess Leia which requires him to throw himself on the floor firing over his shoulder like a stunt double.
Every time he lands it sounds like we're hosting a martial arts demonstration in our living room. First I ask nicely to either keep it down or go downstairs to his room and make all the noise he wants. Then I ask again. And again. And again.
Finally I lose it and start yelling and I've given this speech so many times I might as well record it so next time I can keep reading my book and just hit play.
Repeating myself over and over sucks. Plain and simple. And there are days when it seems it's all I do. You know the drill: Why are you still in pajamas? Finish your breakfast! Brush your teeth! Get your shoes on! Where's your backpack? What do you mean you still need to brush your teeth?!
Why don't they listen?!?!
Deep breath. OK, I'm better now.
I know ignoring him or just going to another room myself would be easier. But that's not the point. If I did that, he wouldn't take me seriously and then I'd be one of those parents with that kid.
And, I guess the bad days make the good ones where I ask DS to do something and he says, "OK Mama" and actually does it the first time that much sweeter.
Lesson learned.
You know what gets to me the most about being a parent? The repetition. I can handle meltdowns, the non stop chatter, bedtime battles and fussy eating habits.
But having to repeat myself all day long makes we want to stick a fork in my eye.
Yesterday I took DS to a birthday party at Leo Carrillo. He had a great time following the peacocks and when we got home he was totally wound up. I, on the other hand, could barely keep my eyes open.
DH woke up around 3am with a bad cough and neither of us could get back to sleep, so by mid afternoon I was draggin' ass. Anyway, DS is on a mission to save Princess Leia which requires him to throw himself on the floor firing over his shoulder like a stunt double.
Every time he lands it sounds like we're hosting a martial arts demonstration in our living room. First I ask nicely to either keep it down or go downstairs to his room and make all the noise he wants. Then I ask again. And again. And again.
Finally I lose it and start yelling and I've given this speech so many times I might as well record it so next time I can keep reading my book and just hit play.
Repeating myself over and over sucks. Plain and simple. And there are days when it seems it's all I do. You know the drill: Why are you still in pajamas? Finish your breakfast! Brush your teeth! Get your shoes on! Where's your backpack? What do you mean you still need to brush your teeth?!
Why don't they listen?!?!
Deep breath. OK, I'm better now.
I know ignoring him or just going to another room myself would be easier. But that's not the point. If I did that, he wouldn't take me seriously and then I'd be one of those parents with that kid.
And, I guess the bad days make the good ones where I ask DS to do something and he says, "OK Mama" and actually does it the first time that much sweeter.
Lesson learned.
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