DDG, Sniffles, and Court.

Jordan and I worked a tails off trying to sort, organize, hang, label, price, ect., our clothes for Duck Duck Goose... And we didn't put a dent in it. I'm hoping this mess sells so Santa can hook The Mess up with a pretty sweet bike for Christmas. 

And I knew we couldn't make it a whole month without a sick day. I picked up Mess and she was sniffling and coughing, and oh how I would love to stay home with this child tomorrow, but I have four dockets worth of Court. Now, I can't talk much about my job because of confidentiality rules, but I LOATHE Court days. Too much stress and too much hurry up and wait. So instead of snuggling my snot ridden baby, I will ship her to a set of grandparents so I can go listen to why people can't pay their fines, but can't pass a drug test. 

Speaking of a snot ridden baby, she has whined more in the last thirty minutes than she ever did as a newborn, and her poor brain is having such a hard time putting her thoughts and sleepiness into two year old words so she's just crying these pitiful cough filled cries and won't let me do anything for her. 

But I hope the rest of you are having a spectacular week. 

Glued to the tube

I grew up in front of the tv. I come by it honest; my mother always fell asleep to NickatNite and at any given time there was a 2:1 ratio of tv to people in my house and they were always on. Pretty much how it is at my house right now. I just about cannot function without that background noise. What do I watch, you ask? Team Umizoomi, Bubble Guppies, Nemo, Rapunzel, Mulan, and Monsters, Inc. Ha. 

Pre Macy, I was in love with God awful reality tv, House reruns, History, Discovery, TLC, HGTV. Now the only adult tv I get to watch is Frazier and the Golden Girls at night after the Mess crashes. And occasionally Duck Dynasty when I remember it's recorded. Which is almost never. 

And there's my random post of the month. 😘

What has she been doing?

This little 33 month old brat pretty much marches to the beat of her own drum and wakes up in a new world every day.

We have been through so many changes in the last few months. She's at a new school with all of her friends, she's potty trained, she's helpful, she's sooo dang smart - too smart. This kid also used to be my sleeper - she still is, but she prefers to stay up until midnight and her fifteen hours through the next day. And she's becoming so much like me, it's scary. I love having her around most of the time because she's so wild and spontaneous. She is very like me in that she doesn't have any form of a brain to mouth filter and there's no telling what's going to come out of her mouth. I think she even surprises herself sometims.

She loves to dress up in "pwincess dwesses" and prance around the house giving orders.

Her "Umigoogles ON!" We watch too much Team Umizoomi.

She's also a pretty good "helper" in the kitchen.

This kid's facial expressions crack me up!!

I love this kid more today than yesterday and less than tomorrow. She's pretty much my entire would and I cannot begin to imagine life without her. I thank God for her everyday and can't wait to see what her future holds.

What have I been doing?

As I mentioned yesterday in my hormone induced state of psychosis, I took a social media hiatus (minus Instagram). I deactivated Facebook, Twitter, the Blog, I wanted to throw my phone away, too, but my job requires it to be glued to my hand - I'm not kidding.

So I was able to put the iPhone down when I got home and spend some precious time with The Mess (who by the way is 33 months old as of yesterday). I always spend time with my kid, but some mothers are notorious for having their children growing up to the back of a phone - and I don't want to be that way. Anyways, we played outside, we watched Rapunzel, we spent time at the lake, we watched Rapunzel, we colored and got crafty, and we watched Rapunzel... You get the idea. It's nice to get away from the world of social media and all of the drama that comes with it.

And then I needed Candy Crush lives.

Thanks.

I am locked in my bathroom using my $50 shampoo for bubble bath and drinking a bottle, yes I'm in here with the whole damn bottle, of wine. Before you Judge me, call DHS, or commit me, please know that I know Jesus and I talk to God. It's one of those nights where my two year old is driving me absolutely batcrap crazy. From the second we got home her smart mouth has been nonstop. "Mommy I hungry, mommy I want some more, mommy I need to go peepee, mommy don't take a nap, mommy put down you milk, mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy". First of all, we are nearing the end of the two week period where I have been solely responsible for this little spit fire (her father works in the gulf and is home two, off two). Second of all, all of my calories (the few non liquor ones) have been busy preparing my uterus to painfully shed its lining and getting my brain ready for that monthly manic-depressive bipolar week, and third of all I keep forgetting to pick up my crazy pills. Yes other mothers, the ones that are astounded that I can single parent a child and still remember where I work, that's how I do it. I am medicated... Well, not this week.

I have also watched approx. 18485929194858391395959302 episodes of Bubble Guppies this week. And yes, my child watches tv. Why? Because its a great baby sitter and that is the only way my house isn't on The Worst of Hoarders, though sometimes it can be an honorable mention.

So blogger world, the three of you that read this, I am back. I took a social media hiatus, which was awesome, and somehow none of my old posts are showing up. But whatever. But now I have to relinquish my somewhat less than luxurious bath to go inquire as to why I hear random bangs and giggles.