Sometimes I get too much random stuff building up in my head and if I let it out, hopefully I will be able to let in some more useless junk that will again plague my life. So, here's me venting:
-How many of you have husbands that play church basketball? Mine does. A lot. He loves it and I'm glad he has some kind of exercise that he loves to do. Unfortunately, he tends to stick his face where it doesn't belong. Mostly into people's elbows. In the last few months he has broken his nose and had a nasty black eye. Without exception, he comes home with scrapes and bruises that appear out of nowhere. Is it wrong for me to worry about him so much every time he leaves for a game? One of these days, he's going to come home missing teeth. I hope it's not tonight.
-Tyler told me the other day "Mommy, can you clean up in here, the kitchen is really messy." Wow, Tyler, ouch. I have been really tired lately and my back aches all the time (stupid pregnancy pains) so I haven't really been up to par on my housekeeping. But you know it's bad when a 3-year-old complains about it. His toy room gets so messy that you can't even see the floor, but that doesn't seem to bother him. I cleaned the kitchen (tearfully) and then he said, "Good job, Mommy, you're a great listener." It's strange to hear yourself echoed through your children.
-Nicole never stops talking. Never. Unless she's doing something naughty. We found her behind the toilet (very small space) with a tube of toothpaste. Yeah, that was fun to clean up. But seriously, sometimes I can imagine the future conversations I'll have at parent-teacher conferences.
Me: How is Nicole doing in reading, Mrs. So-and-so?
Mrs. So-and-so: Well, she reads very well.
Me: (silently beaming with pride) I'm so glad to hear that. We practice a lot at home.
Mrs. So-and-so: Yes, I can tell. Unfortunately, she seems completely unable to read without speaking the words out loud. In fact, it's as if she has no inner voice at all. She just talks and talks non stop. She has actually started talking while inhaling as well as exhaling so that she never actually has to stop making noise.
Me: Great. At least we know she can read.
-I the need to confess that I just downed 6 rather large chocolate chip cookies. And I drank 2 glasses of milk with it. I don't suppose it matters that it was skim milk. I can actually hear myself getting fatter. I feel a little sick to my stomach from eating so many cookies so quickly, but I still want to eat another one. Dang you, Ben. Why do you have to be a cookie master?
-One last thing. Someone actually made me feel bad about not knowing the sex of my baby. I'm not even kidding. When I told her that we were going to be surprised, she said, "That sucks. I mean really. That's very selfish of you." I wish I could say that I had a good comeback, but I was so stunned, I just stood there with my mouth open. Apparently it's very selfish of me because other people want to buy gifts for the baby and it's more difficult for them if they don't know the sex of the baby beforehand. I guess I won't be getting a gift from her...
Okay, hopefully I've let out enough randomness so that I can get on with my life. On the brighter side, Nicole has moved me into the "Best Friend" position in her life. Tyler is pretty disappointed about it, but I told him that we could share Nicole and both be her best friend. It's amazing what a little ice cream will do to make a 2-year-old love you.