I just fed a kid with diarrhea weenies and beans for lunch.

Tell me.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I hope I don’t reap the rewards of my mommy brain fart.

I want daddy to come home soon.

Well, I’m home today. Carter’s fever had broken and he was running around like a bat out of hell last night. I thought we were in the clear and I would be free of him today I would be able to send him to daycare this afternoon. He was a’ight this morning, ate breakfast and he played as normal. I left him to sit and play in the living room while I worked (on this) I’m such a horrible parent, really; my skills are nothing to brag about in that department. But they are in the designing department. Man, you should SO hire me!
He was whining a little, so I went to check on him and noticed something smeared on my linen colour sofa cushion. WTF is THAT? I didn’t give him any food in here.

Then he turned his back to me.

IT crept up the top and out the back.

You know what I’m talkin’ about.

SHIT.

All over my couch. Forget my kid, IT’S ON THE COUCH!

Spent a bit scrubbing the cushion and cleaning Capitan Poopypants. Fun, fun. My idea of a great morning.

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So I checked over the credit card bill that came in today. *gulp* I tend to use my credit card for my daily parking downtown. Ten bucks all day, no biggie. So I just checked over the charges and noticed that one of the parking charges came to 35 dollars! Thieving bastards takin’ my money!
So now I have to jump threw hoops with the owner of the parking lot to get back my 25 bucks. *gag* THEN my credit card company to reimburse the charges.I’m in such a great mood now.

I need more caffeine.

Another day, another template.

These are a couple of the free ones that I was giving away as part of a promotion of my designing “company”

Here’s the most recent! *woot woot*

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I still have this damn pimple the size of a newborn on my face. Pissin’ me off man. It’s huge and there is NO hiding it. Mike has been begging incessantly to pop it for me but I’m afraid… it’s worse when it’s a big scabby oozing mess then just a huge mound on my chin. It’s not to the point where it’s white and threatening to pop in an onlookers face. I won’t let it get to that, trust me. But I’m just not ready to submit myself to the pain that Mike will inevitably create all while in his glory. That man has issues.

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I was home with a sick kid this afternoon. Carter had his 18 month shots yesterday and developed a pretty high fever of 101F. At that point the daycare policy is to send the child home and they can’t return until 24 hours after the fever has broken.So that means working from home for mama tomorrow morning. Sweetness!

He was actually a blessing when I got him home. Quiet, cuddly and sleepy. We sat together for a bit until he got a little restless; that’s when he went for a FOUR hour nap. Count ‘em FOUR people! I got a bunch of work done too. Sweetness x 2!

My mom and step-dad are big on saving money where they can. Really, who’s not wanting to save a penny or two? And they recycle; recycle e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. The Kleenex boxes are broken down and the plastic thingy that hold the tissue is even ripped out. It’s something they are proud of and take rather seriously. I don’t blame them really; it’s excellent practice and I wish that more people (myself included) were so diligent. Even though I was scolded and forced to pull something recyclable out of the garbage and into the corresponding receptacle – disgusting – I still pick and choose what I feel like recycling. I know, Haley-O is on the verge of a heart attack this very moment.

My parents were also big on hanging the laundry outside. Now, this I would do provided I actually had a clothes line. Don’t think my neighbours wanna see my husbands drawers draped over the top of the backyard fence… nor do I for that matter. I remember how great it would be to have my freshly washed and dried (outside) clothes. To raise them to my face and breath in their freshness. So wonderful.

The part I didn’t enjoy? Still to this day makes me cringe? Bath towels hung on the line; and bedding. Yuck. The LAST thing I want is to get out of a nice warm comforting shower to a crusty sand paper-esque towel. *shudders* Yeah, it may smell nice but freshly grated skin from the friction of the towel does not. My mom was big on this. There’s a simple remedy really, put them in the dryer for a couple minutes after bringing them in – just to soften them. Nope. Not this lady. That would defeat the purpose.
I just dread going to my mom’s in the summer time because I KNOW that the towels will be hard.

So, now I am anti stiff and hard (hee hee) towels and any linens. I like other stiff and hard things though… SICKO!
We bought these bed sheets last year. Really funky colourful stripes. They so cute – to look at. No matter how many times I wash them they feel like sand paper on my skin and unfortunately have been banished to the spare room. But these other bed sheets? To. Die. For. Bought them at Costco at Christmas time. They are microfiber fleece. They are practically orgasmic they are so soft.
I felt that we were in desperate need of new bed sheets since my fleece one were getting pills from being used to often, and the pills begin to feel like sandpaper. That’s a no-no. So, I was walking down the aisle and feeling all the sheets. I would open the bag and shove my hand between the layers of sheets and rub it back and forth. (Bet you’re hoping you don’t shop at the same Costco as me. And if you do, you’re hoping that you washed your new sheets before using them!) So, I would rub back and forth to see if they were sufficiently soft, then move on to the next bag and so on.

Until.

I met them. The sheets from heaven. Literally.

They are soft as a newborn baby’s bum (but not the one growing on my face).

I was rubbing back and forth in the aisle of Costco and then rubbed them on my face and moaned. I was moaning in the aisle of COSTCO!
Mike came around the corner just as I opened my eyes, he looks at me and looks around to see if anyone just witnessed what I had done.

Then as if it was nothing he says, “Guess you found ones you like? Put ‘em in the cart.”

I love my husband.

Even if they were a million dollars, I bet you he still would have paid for those sheets after all that moaning.

Since I’ve always been one to follow the crowd, I thought, what the hell? why not? so I’m gonna join the Ultimate Blog Party. Meet new people, have some new guests, maybe *gasp* win something (dammit, I better win. I NEVER win!) Good excuse to drink some wine if you ask me.
So, come join us… all the information is there if you click on the button in the sidebar.

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Cheers!

As many young adolescence I was blessed with unfortunate acne problems. I had really bad acne. Not the huge pulsing kinda; you know the ones with their own heart beat? Yeah, none of those. Just small and consistent. Always there, always visible and never ending. I was about 15 when enough was enough. The time in your life where everything and anything is life altering and completely over emphasized. Acne for me was a life or death situation; I was miserable, and everyone around me suffered because of it. Oh the drama! I was so melodramatic during the whole ordeal really.

Lucky for me my mom was very supportive. I think it was primarily for her own sanity, but we’ll go with it, m’kay? She made doctors appointments for me, tried various acne topical solutions and medications which only decreased the severity to an extent. As a very impatient teenager that was NOT enough. I was livid and all, why me!? why is this happening to me? I hate life. I hate this. Kill me know!

My mom must have hit her breaking point. It was either throttle me and put and end to my drama queen antics or put out the big bucks for Accutane. Acctane is a severe form of acne mediation with likewise side effects; did that matter? Nope. I didn’t care. I wasn’t disturbed by the fact that it required quarterly blood tests for liver damage and the risk of depression or other side effects including, but not limited to dryness of skin, lips and mucous membranes, skin fragility, skin peeling, rash, nose bleeds, dry eyes, eye irritation, conjunctivitis (pink eye), and hair thinning.
None of that was a concern to me. Apparently I thought my acne was bad enough that I could (and would) suffer through losing my hair with my skin flaked off all I while I had pink eye and nose bleeds! MUCH more attractive if I do say so myself. All that would have been better then acne? What a moron.

How could I have thought that acne was that bad? The risks I was willing to take to get rid of a couple bumps on my face.

Then this morning.

I woke up to a visitor.

A pimple the size of a newborn on my chin.

Mike has been begging to pop it all day.

I think it may have its own heart beat. Seriously. It just might this time.

I’m a Top Mama today! Come check me out! Help me stay a top mama by clicking on my picture and get me some points! I wanna stay on the front page! Pu-lease!

I look like this (on the best of days).

Well, it’s been 6 months since I returned to full time work after a years maternity leave. I am a full time working parent of a toddler. Did I ever think I would say those words? Nope. Not really.

This lifestyle is not easy. Don’t let anyone ever tell you it is. Working for 8 – 12 hours a day and then on top of that raising a well adjusted child. Not effortless at any point really; especially when you commit to daycare for a considerable part of the “raising”.
We’ve been very lucky with our daycare. I am so pleased with it. The only thing that I have a really hard time with is the pain MY CHILD inflicts on OTHER children. Carter is a biter, he bites a lot. I thought it may be to the point where he would be removed during his first months of daycare; but they assured me that it’s a phase and something he will, in time, grow out of. Fine. But when I have TWO sheets to sign because my child has bitten and broken skin in BOTH instances I feel responsible. I also feel guilty when he attaches himself to me like Velcro in the mornings because he’s not fully adjusted to his move into todder hood – meaning new room, new friends and new teachers. These are things that, as a parent, no class or advice (solicited or unsolicited) can prepare you for.

Then, on top of that, leave the daycare and sit in traffic for hours to get where I have to go, not my cup of tea really. I resign myself to the fact that this is the way it has to be, but it’s draining. So utterly exasperating, emotionally and physically. I feel like I can never catch up and I am constantly overworked, overwhelmed and sleep deprived. Is this my way of life now? Is this something that I just have to become accustomed to?
This evening, before Carter went to bed, I dozed off on the couch as he played around me. 6:30pm. Now, I am more then willing to amble off to the bedroom and submit myself to a long peaceful slumber at 7:30pm.

Unfortunately, my priorities are another matter.

Have you seen Y&R lately? Wow. I have to watch today’s episode, THEN off to bed.