"Daddy, I will be the lifeguard for Lily." 
Adam took the girls to the park on Sunday while I went back to Target for the 2nd time looking for a slipcover to fit a loveseat. It's a long long story that involves 2 trips to Walmart, 2 trips to Target (soon to include another), one trip to a furniture store, and lots of me lying on the living room floor trying not to cry about a sofa. All trips were a complete waste of time. However, I did get to go alone which was a huge highlight of my weekend. Doing anything alone these days is somewhat of a treat.
For all of you who commented, don't worry, I'm not going to loose it. I love my family. I just want a little alone time once in awhile. When you cannot go to the bathroom by yourself, shower by yourself or just have a moment of quiet, you start to get a little frustrated. I realized this weekend that somehow my children have figured out that if they increase the decibels enough, Mommy does what they want. I'm not talking about crying or whining, I'm talking about one child (say the oldest) saying over and over again, "Mommy get me a drink, Mommy get me a drink, Mommy get me a drink." In walks the second child who then says, "I have chocolate candy? I have chocolate candy? I have chocolate candy?" Then the phone rings and everyone just starts demanding in a louder voice. You either give in or your voice rises just to be heard. Just typing the scenario makes my blood pressure rise! Forget
water boarding, put prisoners of war in a room with a 2 year old and a almost 4 year old. They'll tell you anything you want to know in 5 minutes flat.
Someone please explain to me why the child who has the milk allergy is the one to most crave chocolate? By the way, she goes down this big slide all by herself. :)
"Whee!"
Addie loves her new haircut. She even let me put barrettes into it yesterday without screaming. Addie still thinks it's going to hurt when we brush her hair though so we've got that battle to contend with everyday. I'm hoping that we can convince her to comb her own hair to show that it doesn't hurt when you're not running across the room away from Mommy.
"Daddy, I will be the lifeguard for Lily." 
Adam took the girls to the park on Sunday while I went back to Target for the 2nd time looking for a slipcover to fit a loveseat. It's a long long story that involves 2 trips to Walmart, 2 trips to Target (soon to include another), one trip to a furniture store, and lots of me lying on the living room floor trying not to cry about a sofa. All trips were a complete waste of time. However, I did get to go alone which was a huge highlight of my weekend. Doing anything alone these days is somewhat of a treat. 
For all of you who commented, don't worry, I'm not going to loose it. I love my family. I just want a little alone time once in awhile. When you cannot go to the bathroom by yourself, shower by yourself or just have a moment of quiet, you start to get a little frustrated. I realized this weekend that somehow my children have figured out that if they increase the decibels enough, Mommy does what they want. I'm not talking about crying or whining, I'm talking about one child (say the oldest) saying over and over again, "Mommy get me a drink, Mommy get me a drink, Mommy get me a drink." In walks the second child who then says, "I have chocolate candy? I have chocolate candy? I have chocolate candy?" Then the phone rings and everyone just starts demanding in a louder voice. You either give in or your voice rises just to be heard. Just typing the scenario makes my blood pressure rise! Forget water boarding, put prisoners of war in a room with a 2 year old and a almost 4 year old. They'll tell you anything you want to know in 5 minutes flat. 
Someone please explain to me why the child who has the milk allergy is the one to most crave chocolate? By the way, she goes down this big slide all by herself. :) 
"Whee!"
Addie loves her new haircut. She even let me put barrettes into it yesterday without screaming. Addie still thinks it's going to hurt when we brush her hair though so we've got that battle to contend with everyday. I'm hoping that we can convince her to comb her own hair to show that it doesn't hurt when you're not running across the room away from Mommy.
4 comments:
What's up with Lily's terrible 80's hair?
Daddy did her hair.
Oh Daddy...we need to work on that!
I had terrible 80's hair, I like her 'do:)
I hear you on the "alone" time. Sometimes mine is a trip to the grocery store, but it works for me.
Hope you get that slip cover worked out. That happened to me with a lamp once. Took me 6 trips to 4 different stores....
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