A+ #1 Mama

Well I taught the boy to use the word "please", unfortunately, while asking for frozen french fries, as in straight out of the freezer, frozen potatoes.

I have temporarily stopped talking to my MIL. I sent her some footprints E and I made with our finger (foot) paints. She calls me to 'thank me for the masterpiece. She just loves it, but, next time, do you think you could include her husband's name because he felt really left out.'

Yeah, next time, I will get right on it.

Toy Story 2 is actually a pretty good movie. Especially when you have seen it seven times in 3 days.

Alone at Last

We have had my family in my house for the last two weeks. My brothers were here and then my parents were here. For two weeks, we have had guests. I know there are people out there that are really good at having house guests. I am not one of those people. I cannot wait for people to leave, Even if you are someone I love dearly as I do my parents and brothers. This doesn't work out great when you are spread out and your family lives on the other side of the country. So you only see them in short, intense amounts of time. Makes for interesting interactions.
Especially, when you are trying to live life without anti-depressants. I feel a little raw still. My dad told me he didn't think I could handle another baby (just so I was clear), and my mom told me to go back on the Zoloft. So you know...

It was fine, but I require my alone time. I have not had it. I am very glad to have it back.

E and I signed up for swim and gym class. We have gone 3 times now. The first time E got his finger pinched in a locker. It removed the entire baby finger pad, It was such a deep rip and he was all pruney from the pool. Thank heavens my friend was there to save the day and help me find a plaster. The second time he was jumping in the shower and he fell and slammed his head so hard on the floor, I think I saw his eyeballs bounce. Today he lost the fingernail that was damaged in the first accident. He also poured water up my nose and jumped in and went under water. It has been pretty fun.

The hanging baby finger nail is making me swoon everytime I think/see/hear/read of it. I have always been a pussy with blood and wounds. I hoped it would get better after watching E get so injured so many times. I always feel like I am just barely handling it. Such is the metaphore of my life.

Housework

Last night Jon and I saw Juno. It was very good and I recommend it.

Dinner $60
Beers in "balcony bar" $13
Movies $24
Transportation $3
Babysitter $75

Was it worth it?

While we were drinking our beers I kinda picked a fight with jon. I feel very angry at him.
He drinks way too much. Not that he gets drunk until after the kids asleep, but he always has a beverage in his hand.

He really doesn't contribute around the house at all. I mean I feel retarded admiting how pissed off I am about house work. Granted he does all of our cooking. I do the majority of the E's cooking. But he leaves dirty dishes on the counter on top of the dishwasher. He doesn't do anything unless you tell him to, and then he acts insulted. But, I picked up the E's toys yesterday. I ask him repeatedly to take out the recycling/trash, then I have to do it.

This is stupid petty shit I am complaining about. Is it because I am off the Zoloft? I am angry, like, a lot. I literally just chased my cat down the hall because it was meowing too much. Wait a second, look at the date?

Nevermind.

I hate hormones.

Am I so angry because I am off Zoloft of PMSing to beat the band? Tune in later for the exciting conclusion...

Happy Anniversary to Us

Five years ago today - Jon and I were took a white, beat-up, stinky limo from the Luxor Hotel to the Hollywood Chapel of Love and eloped, Vegas Style. Quietly - alone but together - just like we have done everything else.
We got married at noon (?) and by 6pm we were totally passed-out, trashed, but by 1 am we were at a shake joint.

Jon had a molestache then too, his alias was Larz Vagas while we were "honeymooning."