Saturday, September 5, 2009

Might have been a mistake...

So the Sprogling is slowly getting more verbal. I think we have maybe ten words now.

One of those words happens to be "Wow", which he learned for the explicit reason to drive me insane.


You see there is a new show on the channel which we watch. And we watch tv, because I am a Horrible! Awful! Parent! It has that word in its title. The title character says "wow" a lot.


The Sprogling is completely enamoured of this show. And you know what? It's really not bad for a kids show. BUT! (and there is a but) It's only on once a day.


The Sprogling would be quite happy if it was on every hour. And informs me of this by relentlessly going "Wow wow, wow wow! Wow wow wow wow wow!" While shoving the remote control at my face.


Yesterday I got the brilliant idea to tape it while we were out and going to be missing it anyways.

"Perfect!" I thought. "This way I'll be able to pop it on when he starts freaking out and I'll prevent a meltdown!" I chortled to myself. "I am a super smart parent extrordinaire!"


Oh but I was wrong.


Because yes! I can pop it on and it is blissfully quiet and calm. But it is only 11 am here and we have watched it FIVE! times this morning. 5! Keep in mind we only hve the one episode taped. Today's doesn't come on for three more hours and I can only assume we will be watching the same stupid episode another two times and I shall be able to quote whole tracks of it.

Save me!

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Hmm... That was a vacation?

So last Wednesday I packed up my kids, a teeny tiny trailer tent, an entire van full of stuff, plus my mother and her two dogs and drove 9 hours (including stops) to the town where I grew up.


It was... less than relaxing.


First off, we were in a tent. One of those flimsy things that people stay in and claim them as shelter? Yah, one of those. They aren't soundproof. At all.

My kids do not really sleep through the night. My son has night terrors. That means I have a crying child at least twice a night. We were not very popular come morning.


Secondly... Well I spent a week all by myself with just my mother. And one vehicle.



My mother annoys me to no end because everything that she does that annoys me I know that I do. I hate that. It's hard to see your faults paraded out for all to see, especially yourself.


I come away from this trip with the resolve to change some of my larger flaws.


For the sanity of all who know me.


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