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What’s my deal, anyway?
May 22nd, 2009
I think I’ve broken up with my blog or something. Lately, I just can’t muster up the “give a damn,” to well, give a damn. I can’t think of anything to post about or witty comments to leave on your blogs. I’ve just sort of lost my blogging mojo.
Maddie’s two-year-old-douchebaggery has escalated to heretofore unseen levels. We’re at douchebaggery alert orange here, people. I actually had to put her in her crib this afternoon so that we could all just chillthefuckout for a while. My god, EVERYTHING is such a BIG DEAL for her. And the crying and whining and demanding…. ugh. Needless to say, all efforts to conceive child #2 are on hold. I’m pretty sure my ovaries have packed their bags and are moving into an “adults only” community somewhere in Boca.
Work is good. There’s nothing like the dread of staying home with the aforementioned douchebaggy kid to make one appreciate one’s job. A bad day at work is still a picnic compared to a bad day at home.
To be fair, I should tell you that my kid is extraordinarily charming these days. She’s big into singing and putting on little shows. Old MacDonald and the ABCs are two of her signature pieces. I’m convinced this is a survival instinct on her part. Otherwise, her tiny hiney would be looking for a room to rent and a job.
I’m practically healed from last week’s Birthday Surgery Extravaganza. No pain so far, so I’m hoping things will settle down on the health front. Although, Gerald will be going through is own surgical gauntlet in a monthish, so there’s always HIS complications to look forward to.
Um, I guess this post perfectly illustrates why I ought not be posting. I’m kind of a grumpasaurus rex, huh?
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Hate to break it to you, but it’s not terrible two’s but three’s so it has just begun…
I think a lot of people in the blogdom are feeling sluggish (myself included). Glad to hear you’re still alive. And that Maddie’s still alive, too. Don’t the twos suck BIG time?
I miss you! Also I think this post is remarkably ungrumpy considering the grump factor in your life. Glad you’re recovering well.
Good thing you’re alive and all is well. I do miss you. Two sort of sucks. I’m so with you on that ones.
glad to see you ’round these parts again. No worries the blogging mojo will come back soon. And the doochbaggery-ummm, yea-cherish these moments now-it only gets “better” in the tweens. And they aren’t so cute anymore then!
I was beginning to worry about you!
But I’ve felt sluggish myself about blogging. I’m all “meh” about it. Is it in the air?
Sorry about the douchebaggery side of Madde; yeahhhhh….been there. Heh. But the singing stuff, that’s just pure gold, been there too!
Of course, little Lily will NEVER be annoying because I won’t have to live with her. I’ll just get to play with her, feed her lots of sugar, let her watch bad cartoons, get her all amped up and good-n-spoilt and then send her home to her parents to have nightmares all night while Dan and I get a good night’s sleep. ;P
Lookin’ forward to it!
Love ya anyway!
I’m feeling the same thing about blogging lately. Just can’t do it. And I’ve been a bad commenter too.
Glad you’re feeling better. Hope Gerald does well with whatever surgery he’s having. Good luck.
And Maddie…she’ll outgrow it. (And then get worse when she hits 3! At least that’s how it went for us. Blah.) I hear it on the next child thing too. There are days when I think…Is that really what I want? You know, days like today!
Oh, FUNNY.
My kid has hit the wall and your description matches PERFECTLY. So utterly charming and so utterly ANNOYING…it has me having the old retail fantasies (which is what mental health workers get when it’s a touch much to deal with everyone’s crazy shit…you know, like, I want to work at the Gap, take your money, give you change and then NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN.)
Even a hell day with BITCHY CUSTOMERS would be a piece of cake compared to the WHIIIIIINING and the TAAAANTRUMING. GAWD.