If you will, imagine as if we’re all sitting down at a coffee shop. We’re drinking coffee, (or hot chocolate) our feet our up on the foot stools, our kids are at home with daddy and we’re having girl talk. Mom talk. About milestones and non sleeping babies and the poop incident and the husband who won’t change a diaper. About the toddler who takes all your folded clothes out of the drawer, the baby who screams all the time and the kid who won’t listen to his mother.
How are you? No, I mean really how are you? Did you get some sleep last night? How did the baby nap today? I wonder if you got out for a walk today? I didn’t cause Lucas has a cold and I was tired. Although this morning we did go to the mall for about an hour. We didn’t buy anything, we just walked around with Lucas in his stroller. I think he enjoyed the stroll, as did I. I saw a naked mannequin in Old Navy. A naked male mannequin. It was funny and a little bit inappropriate. I’m not sure why he was naked but isn’t a little kid going to walk buy and wonder what the heck is going on? Why don’t they dress him?? I took a picture and sent it to my girlfriend because I’m immature like that.
Lucas isn’t napping as long as I’d like during the day, but I deal. He isn’t sleeping the best at night either, which totally sucks, but I think it’s because he has a cold. It’s not his fault. Yesterday I made him blueberries in oatmeal and he threw it all on the floor. I was so frustrated. He obviously doesn’t know how expensive blueberries are. I think him throwing his food on the floor is a way of telling me he doesn’t like it. Totally lame breakfast mom.
You know what I also don’t like? When I put a fresh cloth diaper on and three minutes later he decides he has to go to the bathroom big time. Three minutes prior he was wearing a disposable, so why couldn’t he decide to go to the bathroom big time then?
Oh, and last night I handed my husband the bag full of diapers and said, here honey. Do you want to throw these in the wash for me? And he looked at me, smiled, and said no. As in HECK NO. I decided it was probably better that way anyways because I’m not sure he knows how much laundry detergent to use and frankly I’d rather just do it myself than try to explain it all to him and supervise it.
He’s turning one (my son Lucas, not my husband) in two weeks and I have done nothing – zilch-nada-zero- to prepare or plan for it. We’re not really having a party, I mean we are but it’s a small party with some family that is coming up and my husband and I. I want to decorate but my husband doesn’t think we need to. He just doesn’t understand. So I don’t know if we will use fun plates or just the plates we have. Not like it matters anyways, I suppose. We also haven’t sent out invitations. I want to, but… I don’t know. Should I? Will I regret not making invitations even if I don’t send any out? The husband (again) doesn’t get it. He doesn’t see my point. I see my point. So I can’t decide who’s being silly or not.
And the cake. Well, whatever. I was going to make a cake but for heavens sake, I can hardly cook pasta. I’m afraid the cake will just turn out awful and my son will throw it on the floor and I’ll start crying because he just threw my home made cake on the floor and my baby is turning one!!! So maybe I will just buy a cake from Safeaway. Whatever.
So that’s the real reason why I called you here. I don’t know what to do. Will I regret not doing huge things in a couple months if I don’t make invitations and all that jazz? And his birthday gift. I have been trying to decide for months now what to get him for his birthday. The truth is, he really doesn’t need anything. Eventually I’d like to get him a play kitchen, but I don’t know if he’s ready for one yet. So will I regret not getting him anything? Mommy guilt 101.
Thanks for listening. You’re the best. Now tell me, what’s going on in your neck of the woods?