I feel like crap again today. Still have this dull headache. I am beginning to wonder if it’s my new contacts causing it.

We’re (me, Carter and my dad) driving to visit my grandparents today. They’ve seen Carter only twice since he’s been born and he’s now a year old. So, before my dreaded return to work the beginning of September we told them we’d pay a visit! My grandma has been on my dad’s case that he should come and visit too, and had the great idea what we should all come together - Me, Carter, my brother, my stepmom, and my dad.
Though , quick thinkers that they are, my brother and step mom were able to find something to occupy their day and provide an alibi as to why they can’t make it.
It’s not that I don’t love my grandparents to bits, it’s just that, well, I am completely different. They attend church 3 times a week, I on the other hand only go when I am with them (so you know how much that is). Though they never vocalized it to me, I know that my grandpa was very upset when Mike and I chose not to baptize our son. He’s upset that we don’t attend church and don’t practice our religion. I think if I ever told him that I didn’t believe it would break his heart.

So now, I am facing the daunting task of packing. Why on earth is it so difficult to take a child on a day trip! I mean, come on…. pack n’ play, blankets, music, various foods, collapsible high chair, toys, toys, toys, bibs, shoes, diapers, extra clothes… the list goes on. It’s like I’m sending him off to college already or something - Mind you when those days come I may just be grabbing boxes and clearing shelves with one swipe of my arm and tossing it out the door.

So I have a dear friend that lives in the same town (you’re probably reading this too), I wish I had more notice so that we could organize some time for the day. I feel really guilty that I didn’t go see them the last time I was there, so I don’t think we’ll be able to connect this trip (and I’m not driving either, my dad is). *sniff, sniff* I want to see you soon though! *hugs*

OMG she kills me. I only found her blog yesterday so I have been reading through the older stuff. She’s so funny. OMG is she ever funny! I think I almost peed I was laughing so hard.

This one is great! Hahahahahahaha, her poor husband!

We were in the car on our way to get Julia’s soccer team photos taken when she piped up from the backseat, “Who’s taking Oliver swimming tomorrow?”
“I think I will, because Mommy doesn’t want to go in the pool yet,” Dave said, opening a can of worms most men shy away from. Most men.
“Why?” Julia asked.
“Well, Mommy wants to wait until she’s…uh, until her, uh, friend
leaves.”
“What friend? Who?”
Dave shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Uh, well, I guess it’s not really a friend, eh?” He shot me a nervous look. “Mommy has to wait until she’s fixed. No…until she’s…finished. Cured.”
I guffawed. “Cured?”
“Wait. No. Not cured…crap, babe, how do you say your period is
over?”
“When I’m finished menstruating?” I offered.
“Right. Mommy has to wait until she’s finished menstruating.” He cleared his throat and gripped the wheel a bit harder. “You and your womanly things,” he muttered.
“Hey, you brought this one on yourself,” I smiled.
I get a kick out of watching him squirm sometimes.

*Apparently* I have free time.

I’ve had this nagging dull headache all day. Right behind my eyes. Makes me feel like shit.

Mike comes home at 7:00 these days. Right in time for Carter’s bath, so I throw him in with Mike - kill 2 birds with one stone right? Fine. I take Carter out, and dress him in his pjs, get Carter a bottle and sit down.

Mike’s finished his dinner and leaves a HUGE mess after I just cleaned up mine and Carter’s mess from dinner. He doesn’t give it one thought that Hmmm, maybe I should clean up after myself. You wonder if I spelled it out for him - yes I had and thought it was quite clear. I asked him to “wash his dishes and clean up after himself”. He gives me an exacerbated (like that word?) and drawn out FINE *sigh*. As if I had asked him to sell his child or something (for that he’d probably put up less of a fight). I come in the kitchen - after he sits down in the living room in front of the TV - and see shit everywhere. Serving spoons and the plate that had the hamburgers on it, the tray for the corn - you get the picture. He washed ONLY the plate that he had used to eat his food off of. The rest *apparently* wasn’t his mess!
So, I ask nicely “What are you doing right now?” He said “Nothing.” As if he’d been caught stealing or something. So I asked him to come back in the kitchen to help with the remaining mess. Fucker wouldn’t wash the dishes so I did that part and made him clean the table and the counter. What does he do? Sweep the shit onto the floor! Jayses man, WTF!? So, I make him take the broom out and sweep the floor!
He says to me “Are you going to bed now?” to which I replied no (I had said that I needed to lie down because of my headache). He then says, “So now that it’s “free time” you don’t want to go to bed?” Gawd forbid that I would want some time to myself and relax! I should be going to bed so that I can’t pester him anymore.

Men, I swear. If it wasn’t for us women they’d be just like monkeys sitting in a tree flinging shit at each other. (Yes, Red Foreman said that on That 70’s Show).

So I went to IKEA to try and find something for a friend. No biggie. Except it’s ALWAYS busy - my question is… do people ever fuckin’ work!? How the hell is that damn store so busy ALL the time!?
People don’t move, they stand in the aisle and talk, they stroll in the middle of the aisle and never move for a lady with a stroller. They block everything and just look at you like it’s your fault. Fuck off, get out of the way. THEN after all that, they didn’t even have the damn lamps I needed to find. There’s no one in sight to help.. I checked every possible place they could be, no lamps. So, fuck it. I leave.

The grocery store, same shit, it’s like everyone rude ass from IKEA went to the there to, just to get me.
So I find everything I’m looking for then… make the first mommy mistake… went down the toy ailse. Carter sees a toy phone that he likes…(he’s been more and more infatuated with the phone) and pulls it off the shelf (aw, cute right?) so I let him play a little and check it out. I get bored waiting for him to get bored so I take the phone. Fun’s over, let’s go. He proceeds to start screaming, and I mean SCREAMING! What do I do? (smart mommy) Give him the damn phone back! Alright, I failed. I bought that damn phone. He’s going to be sick of it in a day and I’m out 10 bucks.