This Crazy Life I Lead

Feels like a bullet-point-hyphen kind of day:

-Trying to decide when and/or whether or not to try for your second child? Come see me. I can talk you into it or out of it, depending on what you want to hear. I can give you a compelling argument to support either side. ;)

-I love working out in my gray tank top. It cost me like $6 at Kohl's and matches any of my Nike Tempo shorts. I wear to bed what I am wearing the next morning to work out. I am fairly certain that I will not be wearing it tomorrow. I just dropped tomato sauce on it in three separate occurrences during dinner tonight. *sigh*

-Girl tantrums > boy tantrums, where ">" = "suck infinitely more than."

-Today, Liam's poor afternoon teacher, who has been with his class a grand total of 2 days, accosted me as I walked into his class today in a sheer panic. She pulled me aside and whispered "I need to talk to you about something!" I'm like, what could possibly be wrong?? Liam, the "pleasure to teach?" Surely he has not been disruptive?? "Liam came up to me today and told me his penis was getting bigger," she informed. Yeeeeah....he says that all the time. I bet YOUR evening did not involve educating your son as to the appropriate audience for comments about his little-kid erections. *sigh*

-Life crisis time again. But I am sure that it will only last as long it takes me to remember, once again, that I am unable to take a risk. Life crisis is pretty much DOA.

-Liam went through a little bit of a phase last week. I could *not* tell him "no" without provoking an all-out screamfest. Screamfest --> putting him in time-out in Macy's high chair, which escalates into an even more intense screamfest in octaves immediately prior to the point that only dogs can hear. I wish that he could have just taken that little leap and crossed that line so I didn't have to listen to it. I think that we are through it, and I have my angel child back.

-I feel like I have a license to brag about what a perfect little angel my son is because I also have been blessed with a challenging little diva. For about a week there, she turned into a perfect little angel, and I thought that maybe we were stepping into some easier territory. Of course, this week coincided with Liam's week from hell, and no sooner than he exits his little "phase," she enters the Age of the Tantrums. Let's just say she is OPINIONATED.

-She is such a sweet little affectionate being when she wants to be. She LOVES soft things. We have this super-soft blanket, and when it is on the floor, she will just lie down and nuzzle up to it. I know I mentioned it before, but she'll put her face up to your lips so that you'll rapid-fire kiss her. I can't wait till she gets through the tough phase (1 is my LEAST favorite age) because I can tell that she is a sweet, kind-hearted little girl.

-I compare my experience with Liam with my experience with Macy all the time. I have TREMENDOUSLY more patience with her than I did with him, which is a bit counter-intuitive. You learn what's normal, what's age-appropriate, and you learn to just say "whatever" as time goes by. Still, I go to bed some nights with this awful feeling like "I really could have handled this evening better." I used to get that really badly with Liam because I knew that I didn't do a good job of hiding my frustration from him. I am better with Macy (MUUUCH better, considering the ratio of justifiable frustration : actual frustration is much, much higher), but still, I just don't excel at this age. There are many evenings when I go to bed hoping she'll wake up in the middle of the night so that I can cuddle with her and have some actual quality cuddle time. This too shall pass.

-I had a dream last night that I was on a plane, and another plane collided into it on the ground. That plane broke in half, but my plane was intact. Still, it broke my ankle to the point where my bone was sticking out. I couldn't look at it, but I could feel it. Eventually the bone fell out. I woke up and my ankle hurt. It was a great excuse to re-set the alarm for an hour later and skip the Y. Can't work out with a missing ankle bone.

-On that note, can't skip the Y tomorrow morning, so off to bed I go. I will try to seek inspiration so that I don't go so long without blogging again.