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.

It’s been one of those nights. A night where Mike and I cannot agree on anything. It’s enough to drive you to drink; but if I were to do that I would be a very bad mother according to Meridith Vieira ( Since this item has been blogged to death all I will say is she can kiss my chubby white ass. If you were a “normal” parent that cared for your own child you would completely understand the rest of society).

What was a simple trip to run some errands turned into a full fledged “Why the fuck did I marry YOU?” fight. Yup, one of those nights. All I wanted to do was go to the bank, WalMart and the drugstore (since I ran out of crack earlier in the day). Could it have been that simple to complete those minor tasks, as a family? No. Hell no. Why the fuck should anything be simple? Gawd forbid. This is why I (almost) never run errands as a family.

We fought about Carter not wanting to be in the cart, about what plastic plates to buy, the list goes on and it’s quite trivial…. I wanted to go to the bank before WalMart, no reason in particular, just did. I told him ahead of time and what does he do? Takes a completely different route. Had I reminded him I wanted to go to the bank I would have been called a nag. But he didn’t go to the fucking bank did he? Nope.
So we stopped talking to each other. One last stop, the drugstore (for my crack). Did he go there? Nope. Straight home.
I’ve had it up to my freakin’ eye balls and wanted to cause him the worst kinda pain. Pain he’s never felt before. Something like pulling each and every pubic hair from his nether regions one buy one. Severe pain. What do I do instead?

Get back in the car and go for a drive. I finish my errands at the crack drugstore and buy a new lipstick while I’m there.

Then…

I put on my new lipstick, blare my favourite album and sing belt out lyrics at the top of my lungs.

What could make you feel better then that?!