Fight for your right to peace and quiet
CJ is upstairs, screaming, but I can’t hear her very well because I’ve got the Beastie Boys turned up to full volume on my headphones.
(Kyle’s up there with her; don’t call CPS yet.)
It’s been a long week for a nearly seven months pregnant woman with mice in her garage.
(Yes, mice. Crossing my fingers that I’ve caught them all.)
Kyle was in California all last week, training for his new job.
(Yes, a new job. Again. But he’s back in a salaried position, after more than two years of working solely on commission.)
Tacy’s off from school until the week after Thanksgiving. She’s been spelling incessantly: M-O-M-M-Y-I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-S-O-M-U-C-H.
(I love that she’s spelling. I love that she’s telling me she loves me. But oh, the constant chatter wears me down.)
CJ has abandoned naps altogether. Monday afternoon, around 5:30, I had the audacity to close the front door when she wanted to do it herself. She commenced screaming and refused to stop. So I dressed her in pajamas, offered her a sippie (which was promptly knocked out of my hand), and put her into her crib. She continued to scream at full volume for twenty minutes while I sat downstairs with my head in my hands.
(Yes, I let my almost-three year-old child cry it out. She slept through until 7:30 the next morning.)
For my part, I broke a bottle of nail polish on our bathroom floor, ordered two extra-large pizzas, polished off the pumpkin chocolate cheesecake, and counted to ten. About a million times.
(Nail polish is even more difficult to remove from slate than soap scum.)
It’s been a long week.
November 10th, 2007 at 11:31 am
We have it all here too, just that sometimes more kids actually makes it more… peaceful. There is someone else to play with!
Send them this way for a few days… I’ve got your back.
November 10th, 2007 at 12:08 pm
Here’s to next week being a better one…for both of us. And for our kid’s sakes….
November 10th, 2007 at 1:35 pm
The best parenting device I ever bought was a pair of these.
Even with music at just a moderate level (saving my own hearing at the same time), you can’t hear a peep from the outside world. Sure, I look like I’m directing a DC-10 onto the tarmac when I’m wearing them, but I gave up trying to look cool after kid #2…
November 10th, 2007 at 2:20 pm
I think I need some headphones. The cheesecake sounds pretty good, too.
Here’s to a better week ahead (and Kyle being back in town to share the joy of parenting!)
November 10th, 2007 at 2:54 pm
I’d say you’re far enough pregnant to enjoy a glass of wine…
Kudos to Kyle on the new job. And to you on getting through the week.
November 10th, 2007 at 4:58 pm
I honestly don’t know how you do it, but I admire you.
November 10th, 2007 at 5:43 pm
I can’t believe that you’re almost 7 months! Sorry about the sucky week.
BUT.
Pumpkin Chocolate Cheesecake?
Yum.
November 10th, 2007 at 6:23 pm
Oh the week sounds awful! But letting our kids cry it out was the best thing we ever did. Of course, we almost died in the process! LOL
November 10th, 2007 at 10:03 pm
Oh, honey! I wish I lived by you, I’d offer to take the kids for an afternoon. I hope you’re getting some sleep this weekend, and I mean both at night and during the day, too. Pregnant moms need their naps!
Hang in there…
November 10th, 2007 at 10:11 pm
I handled pregnancy so ungracefully with no kids and then with only one kid — I can’t imagine how awful I’d be if I had to do it with two kids! But you’re in the home stretch — I hope you can get some rest.
November 12th, 2007 at 11:02 am
Beastie Boys (or is that Run DMC??) and Pumpkin Cheesecake sounds like just the ticket.
November 12th, 2007 at 1:21 pm
I was complaining earlier, but I’m gonna stop now. Here’s to a fresh new week.
Next time you order pizza call me…I’ll help you out.
November 13th, 2007 at 11:05 am
My three-year-old is like that as well. Last night, I bought her a special treat (a happy meal). She asked me to open the straw on her juice box. I had the audacity to put it IN the juice box without thinking. This prompted a scream fest that I wanted to end (because I’m sick of them). She ran into the dining room, so I calmly called after her that she better hurry up and finish crying, because I was eating all of her fries. Within about 30 seconds, she was back at the table, as calm as could be. (I know, I’m so mean.)