work work work...

So tomorrow is the big day. The day that the busy mother of two has to go back to work. Although I let go of thirteen work hours per week it seems that 24 hours of being out of my house is a lot for a week. So this morning, exhausted from taking care of the puking feverish baby who, by the way, puked all over my feet at 6:30 am and all over the car at 9pm last night, I promptly bathed the children and buried myself in a pile of unfolded laundry and started the task. I couldn't bare work tomorrow (although I'd have to) if I knew I had so much at home to do.

How do other mothers do it? How do they work full time... it blows my mind! They must have some super-powers that I don't know about. I think they must have other people doing all of their housework. Either that or they live in squalor and never invite others into their homes to see it. My guess is that they have super powers though. When nobody's looking they fly around their homes in their tights and capes and have the whole family fed and home cleaned within seconds!

After tomorrow, when I realize that I've survived a whole 9 hour shift, I hope I'll feel better. Right now the thought of working 4 days in a row this week causes my heart to beat quickly, then I cry a bit then I feel like I'm going to barf. So I try to remind myself of things that I really liked about my job before. I'm really looking forward to my lunch break. A whole half hour of uninterrupted solitude, hopefully...

Issue 600!

Archie, after 68 years of trying to decide which girl, proposed to Veronica today! Wow! Now there's lots of talk and many opinions on this matter but I figure... If it took 68 years to make up his mind then he probably made the right choice. Betty's a little flaky anyway, but, will she be a bridesmaid? We'll just have to see 'bout that I guess....

A force to be reckoned with...

Silas is officially exactly 2 1/2 yrs old and has become mouthy this week. I think he's ticked that we had to leave grandma and grandpa Tractor's place after our weekend visit. He said, "I stay here!?"... most popular this week is, "Hey!! That's mine!"..(with a tantrum to follow, complete with floppiness and kicking) which, we all know, doesn't go over well with mother. I'm glad though that he is playing well with his sister and that they seem to truly enjoy each others company.

Anyway, I've put him in 'time-out' a few times in the past 2 days. It really seems to hurt his feelings, even though he's just sitting on a chair in the same room as us... I don't get it, but it works. There's also the counting... "I'm going to put you in time out" I say. Then I say, "don't make me count to 3!" Then I count, "1... 2... ..." and I have no clue what will happen when I get to 3. This also seems to work. I think it only works cause he's like, "Gee, mom looks serious.." and he's caught off guard and that's what makes it work.

I was never big on drama and I wish now that I had payed more attention or joined the club in high school because about 40% of my day with a toddler involves acting, pretending, and looking excited about stuff when I'm stinkin' exhausted...

On another note... Silas held a toy up to my face today and said, "See mommy? A big crap inside!" then he wanted me to pretend to drink out of it. After a bit of thinking and a few questions I realized that he was saying crab not crap... well he was saying crap, for sure, he just meant crab. It was so funny!