Friday, February 25, 2011

Adventures in parenting a two year with a Wii in the house

Text message from Laura to Jason: "If you don't know how to already, you should find out how to open a Wii to get cds out."

Text message from Jason to Laura: "Great. What cd?"

Laura: "Idk. One of them is Wubbzy I think. Your new game is not in there though, it was in the xbox."

Jason: "ONE of them?"

Laura: "Ya, there's at least 2.. that's why they're stuck.."

Jason: "Great."

(update: it was reported to me afterwards, that there were in fact three cds/dvds jammed all the way into the Wii. I didn't realize it was even possible. Lily never ceases to amaze me.)

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Officially.

Today, I officially got an email from the last company I interviewed with letting me know that I was so awesome, but, well.. just a little less awesome than they were looking for. And the fact that it took them so long to get back me was just a testament to how awesome I was. Whatever- I didn't want to work there anyway.

Really. I kinda didn't. I mean, I did.. and that's why I applied, but it would have been a minimum 3 hour round trip commute everyday. Three hours of driving, plus eight and a half hours (at least) of working, plus (hopefully) eight hours of sleep.. only leaves 4.5 hours a day to get ready for work, eat dinner, wash dishes, clean out the litter box, do laundry, go grocery shipping, spend time with Lily, run errands, and lay in bed waiting for sleep. And that sounds like it'd suck. Plus.. the dreaded daycare would presumably have to enter our lives.

Thankfully I don't have to worry about it either way now. Of course, no one has started paying me to stay at home with my kiddo yet- so the issue of only one income remains.

Sort of.

I had texted to my husband, "hey I saw these things selling for about 75% less than they did online, you know what I was thinking?" I didn't even get to elaborate The next day he came home with about 20 of them. And I got back into the ebay way.

At first I was nervous. We'd spent all that money, was this going to work? And then people started buying, and I thought.. it can't really be this easy can it?

I am far from making thousands of dollars in profit a week, but there is definitely a profit being made.

But now the "honeymoon" phase with ebay and I is over. I am starting to remember why I stopped selling on ebay a few times before. People overall are not difficult, but the more you sell.. the more likely you are to run into the pains in the asses. And with every one of them so far, it made me stop.. and think 'do I really want to do this?!- these people are pains in the asses!'

So far I have convinced myself to keep going. Because even if I only make X a week.. it's that much more than I would have made not doing this. Cus you know I'm really great, just not 100% as awesome as I need to be. Whatever.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The second to last straw. And then..

Today was the last straw. I don't want to raise a brat. Spoiled or otherwise. I don't want to raise a disrespectful child. I fully embrace the fact that even at 2, my daughter knows what she wants and isn't afraid to kick and scream to get it..

However.. today was the last straw. I don't ask much of her, I really don't. It's just basically "listen to mommy" (and daddy). I always try to explain why she needs to listen to me.. even if she doesn't understand what I'm saying. And even when she gets in trouble, I always tell her that I love her.

But then there was today. I tried to run some errands with her. It was earlier in the day, she got chicken nuggets and fries, and she even had a nap on the way. But when we got there and went into our store.. all heck broke lose. She had never been in the store before and although they did sell toys, I stayed way clear of them- because I knew better. Unfortunately what I needed was right next to the toy section. And as soon as she caught a glimpse.. it was over.

I gave in and let her wander around the toys for awhile, but then I needed to get what we came for and move on. I let her pick out a small $3 item and got her away from the toys. Back to what I needed.

As soon as I stopped walking she went into what I like to call "flipout mode"- which includes things like sitting on the floor, laying on the floor, yelling "nooo", smacking/kicking me, and my personal favorite.. screaming bloody freaking murder at the top of her tiny lungs. I was doing okay with her and was still trying to get what I came for.. but then the screaming started.

Oh yes, I tried to reason with her. I tried to calm her down. I tried to tell her we would leave immediately and the toy would not be coming with us. She didn't care. So although I knew I couldn't buy what I needed.. I picked up my screaming flailing child and walked slowly. And calmly. Through the store to the exit and out to the car. While Lily screamed. And flailed. And smacked me in the face the whole way. I buckled her into her carseat. And told her I was "upset" with her behavior. I told her that it was "naughty" not to listen to mommy. She kept crying for a few minutes and then sat quietly while we drove towards home.

I decided to give her another chance and stopped at another similar store. As I unbuckled her I told her we were going into another store and she needed to behave. I went with bribery and said if she was good and listened to mommy, we could get a special treat. On the way into the store we talked about what it would be.. she decided she wanted a muffin. Perfect.

Amazingly she agreed to get into a shopping cart. I started pushing her through the store and I asked her about the colors of a few things we passed. She seemed happy enough. After about 60 seconds she wanted out of the cart. Okay. Then she wanted to walk. Okay. Then she wanted to push the cart. Okay. Then she wanted to push the cart crazy. And sideways. And then tried to take off. Super NOT okay. And then she sat on the floor. I tried to get her to stand up. She started screaming. At the top of her tiny lungs. And that was it. I picked her up, and took her kicking and screaming out of the store.

As we got to the car she started yelling "muffin!" No way, I told her. I told her, again, that it was naughty not to listen to mommy. I told her I was upset, that we were not getting a muffin, and we were going home. And that was it. She stuck her little pouty lip out and was silent the rest of the way home.

Did I feel like the worst person in the world? Yes, pretty much. But I've had enough. She's gotten away with not listening to me for too long.. and today was the last straw. There are going to be some changes around here. And certain 2 year olds are not going to like them.

I'm bracing myself..

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Yesterday. And today.

Yesterday was weird.

I woke up at 5:30 in the morning for the second day in a row. After getting only about 5 hours of sleep. For the second day in a row. Soo.. that was about 11 hours of sleep over two nights. Aaaand.. that's not nearly enough.

For some reason I had scheduled a dentist appointment for myself at 8am. I didn't even know they made dentist appointments that early. It was only my third time going to this particular office, so I guess they do things a little differently. I originally had a normally timed appointment, but it was on a day I couldn't make so I changed it. And they don't like me so much, so they thought I'd like to have my teeth cleaned at 8am. And, really, I mean.. who wouldn't?

Why don't they like me? I've been late every. single. time I've had an appointment there. The first time I wasn't really late, but since it was the first time I had to fill out paperwork. And by the time it was done.. I was late to start my appointment. The second time I was there for a filling. And I was at least 15 minutes late. They took me anyway thankfully.

The receptionist and the dentist's assistant were pissed (and it showed), but the dentist didn't seem to care. Although he did hit a nerve when he was drilling (causing me to jump about a mile), had to stop, and gave me another dose of novacaine (or whatever). With two doses of novacaine, my mouth was so numb I couldn't properly form words and the receptionist (who already hated me) starred at me like I was being an asshole when I tried to ask her a question about my bill. She didn't even offer me a pen and paper because I obviously couldn't get out what I was trying to ask her. She just starred at me. And starred. With an annoyed face. Like she'd never encountered anyone having problems speaking after they'd had some novacaine. I mean, she only works in a dentist's office, right?

Where was I? So I was late for the third time. They called me just as I was pulling into the parking lot. I apologized and said I was right outside. Thankfully they took me anyway. I was 10 minutes late. I don't understand this office. Like no one is ever late for anything? I didn't do it on purpose. I have a 2 year old. We're often late for things. I'm often late for things, because I have a 2 year old, even if she's not with me.

So.. the hygenist didn't seem to care I was late. But again, the receptionist had a sour face for me. Aren't receptionists supposed to be nice and friendly? Aren't they supposed to be the nice, friendly face of the company? This particular dental office is confusing to me.

After the dentist, I drove around. I had a phone interview at 11.. and knew it wasn't happening with a toddler yelling "mommy! mommy! sit here!" in the background.

The interview was.. um.. well.. Let's just say when I hung up the phone I made a big sigh and said "ug. faaaaaail." I was so tired. The interviewer was asking me things. I started to answer them confidently. Then forgot what I was saying. Forgot what she had even asked me. And abruptly stopped in mid-sentence finishing with something stupid. I fully comprehended what she was saying and asking, but I felt like I couldn't hear her. Or I couldn't understand the words that were coming out of her mouth. It's hard to explain. I was so tired. She said she would call me back. I don't know if I believe her. Based on my preformance I wouldn't if I were her. Either way, I HATE talking to Human Resources people. They don't fully understand individual jobs- and it'd be impossible for them to, they are just supposed to weed out the people that are in over their heads.

The only real hope I have for getting an interview at this particular company is that she did ask me when I was available to come to their office for an interview. Buuut.. otherwise.. I don't think it went well. Or maybe it did. Maybe I did fantastic, but was just too tired to comprehend my awesomeness.

Right.

When I went home. I called my doctor to make an appointment. Actually. She's not really my doctor. Yet.

I made an appointment last year for something else. They gave me an appointment for 2 months away. Then they cancelled it. I forgot to reschedule it. When I called this time (Monday), I got an appointment for Friday. Weird.

I don't remember anything else that happened yesterday. I went to bed at 7:30pm. And so did my toddler.

We both woke up at 7:30am this morning. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. So, already.. today at least a little better.
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