I have been severely slacking over here. Generally in most areas of my life but specifically in the blogging arena. My whole bragging about how MY family takes their vitamins religiously and gets nutritious and well-balanced meals on a regular basis bit me in the ass. And then laughed. In other words my household has been down with the sickness the past couple weeks. Oh what a joy it's been.
I blame the short one. He shows a blatant dis-regard for what should and should not be put in one's mouth.
Regardless...I'm back...I'm back...I murder a rhyme one word at a time...you never, heard of a mind...
Sorry, flash back to when I though rap was super cool and I was a super badass.
Obviously the past couple weeks have left me a touch loopy. And if you think my mind is off you should see my apartment. I don't even remember where we keep the laundry detergent at this point.
Enough about that, lets talk some more about how crazy pregnancy is making me.
My emotional state is making a certain Ms. Lohan look stable. To clarify, I am NOT an emotional woman. Crazy? Sure. Weepy, sensitive, needy? Not at all. Example, C said something really sweet to me not that long ago and I responded with "awww, let's discuss that more later while we braid each other's hair."
I also don't like cuddling. Seriously, stay off my side of the bed or shit's gonna get real.
However now C mentions he's going to play poker with his guy friends and I ask him why he's abandoning me. When he, very understandingly, says he will gladly stay home with me instead and pops open a beer I then begin to cry and ask him if he's drinking because he's stuck with me.
All this psychotic behavior leads me to one conclusion...there must be a female child growing inside me. It is the only reasonable explanation for this nonsense.
My son seems to be feeding off my crazy and kicking up his own crazy about 10,000 notches. His newest phase is wanting the exact opposite of anything that we do. You might be saying "why Sarah, that's EVERY child. They're spawned for the sole purpose of disagreeing with us." Well yes I do concur but this is a little different.
Example, yesterday after going pee pee in the potty (yes, he's still a potty using GENIUS...most of the time) C put his underwear back on and then reached for his pants. Conor promptly declined wearing pants. Rather than reason with him, C decided that since Conor tends to take his clothes off most of the time anyway might as well just skip a step and a tantrum. So he agreed and left the pants alone. My very reasonable child then proceeded to burst into tears and demand his pants be put on.
C's new favorite phrase is "It's almost like he's your son."
I'm not a fan of pants either but I still put mine on every (*almost) day and I do it without a meltdown.
So that's a little update on what's going down in the house of insanity. Very pumped to have both my health and my will to live back so that I can once again start blogging (and showering) on a regular basis.