To Do
It's a golden, mellow morning here at Three Kid Circus. I've got 700 things to accomplish, but I have spring fever and all I really want to do is run around in circles laller laller lallering.
Can you imagine having me as a mother? Poor kids.
I can already tell it's going to be one of those days. We got up late (6:30! Wooo!) and since we're all grumps in the morning, it took forever to get going. We didn't get to walk to school, despite my insisting to my friend Kim that "I'm totally walking, every morning. I'm just going to do it!" I should have consulted my kids first.
Of course it doesn't help matters that I stayed up late watching Texas Ranch House. Or, ahem, Sexist Ranch House. I think there is something wrong with me, because I cancelled my season pass to 24 in order to record TRH. Look at me, throwing down the abbreviations! I'm like, INTO IT. I loved it when the mom said "Hey, this was my idea, and I'm learning that it's not all about me!" I haven't watched 24, anyway, except for the first 3 episodes, and then I got sort of busy with other stuff and kept forgetting to watch it on TiVo, and all of a sudden I was 10 hours behind. No recovering from that, unless I'm going to spend an entire weekend on the couch, with my children out of viewing range.
(Note to self - this is actually an excellent idea. Build child-kennel in yard by Friday.)
I'm trying to stay optimistic about the potty training situation. Sure, I've changed three pairs of wet panties so far this morning, but the day is long, and I have many pairs of panties.
"Mommy! I have something to tell you!" My daughter just walked into the kitchen looking sheepish.
"What's up?"
"I went peeps!"
"In the potty!"
"No. On the floor!"
Well. At least she's telling me. And thank you Pergo. Another successful day of mothering already being written in the history books!
You want to know something that cracks me up, every time I see it? On the back of The Fat Fallacy book , it says FAT IS NOT THE ENEMY! in big old red letters. I so want that on a shirt.
Anyhoo...I'm still waiting to hear on my actual launch date from ClubMom (if you haven't signed up yet - It's free and you earn stuff!), but the diet is going well so far. One whole day! I'm still on it! You'll have to wait until the actual blog launches before you get the gory details of my exercise and eating and all that jazz. I know. You're holding your breath. (People, I danced along with The Wiggles for my workout yesterday - you don't want to miss reading about that. Trust me.)
Over at Mommybloggers... for the month of May, we're going to be featuring not one, but TWO fabulous featured bloggers a week. Go say hello to Kristen of Motherhood Uncensored, and check back on Thursday to see who our next victim guest will be!
Comments
I stayed up late watching Texas Ranch House too!
And I wanna be a cowboy!
So I guess it's too bad I'm female, since they're not allowed to leave the house, apparently.
Bastards.
Posted by: EverydaySuperGoddess | May 2, 2006 10:54 AM
I am commenting from an actual Texas Ranch (style) House and I would like to say that I would love for somebody to make me stay home. In the air conditioning. Where have all the good sexists gone?
My husband not only allows me to work (whew, I did NOT type that with a straight face), he actually prefers it, so that we can pay for little things like dentist visits for the kids and milk.
Posted by: Contrary | May 2, 2006 5:32 PM
Aack! Potty training!
I can't wait to see who the next victim is!
Posted by: Lucinda | May 2, 2006 6:05 PM
I clicked past that show tonight. Is it that good? I can only handle so much "reality" on my TiVo. Right now it's "Top Chef." Should I add TRH or is it too late?
Posted by: buffi | May 2, 2006 10:03 PM
You inspired me to do my Pilates on the Ball video this morning. Daughter number 2 bailed on me 10 minutes into it, and daughter number 3 tackled me a couple of times. My abdominal muscles are already screaming, "Dawn SUCKS! Don't listen to Dawn!!", so thanks...I think!
Posted by: Mom Nancy | May 3, 2006 8:09 AM
Oh, man, I stayed up to watch TRH as well. My husband was going to bed and said to me, "You're not going to watch that whole thing, are you?" and I'm like, "Oh no, just a few minutes." Two hours later I'm dragging my sorry self to bed. I already don't like that British kid. What a wuss.
Posted by: Kristen | May 3, 2006 11:43 AM
You can't be 55808 serious?!?
Posted by: Mary Box | August 17, 2006 1:06 PM