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!

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.

To test Carter’s comprehension of sentences Mike asks him, “Carter, do you want to put your dinky in the milk?”

WTF?

Mike “says” he wanted to see if Carter understands what we’re saying to him or if he just nods at anything.

Sure, I can understand that, but Do you want to put your dinky in the milk? How about “Do you like the colour blue?

And… how does that tell us he doesn’t comprehend a sentence? Maybe he does want to put his penis in a glass of milk!

Men.