So I don't blog much anymore for those who have noticed. I just am not feeling it. I feel like I am such a negative person lately and who wants to read that? I'm going to do it today anyway. If you don't want to hear me complain, you should just stop reading now. Although I might be able to muster up some fun and positivity once my fingers start tapping away on the keys. You never know...
1. WHAT am I going to do with all this stufffff? The baby's room is coming along nicely, albeit slowly. While I was in Memphis this week my sweet husband, without being
nagged asked, did the following:
-painted the nursery
-brought down the crib from the attic, in 30982305838 pieces
-brought down all the newborn clothes/blankets, etc
-washed said items
-notified me that he washed them "in that baby detergent stuff", and when I raised an eyebrow because we don't have any of that "baby laundry detergent stuff", he informed me that he made a special trip out to the store to buy some. This surprised me for so many reasons, but mostly because I didn't even think that he knew such a detergent existed, much less the importance of it.
I was so moved by him doing this stuff without me asking and he laughed and said "Well I think I'm nesting." lol. So cute.
Mom rant: for the record, I'm not a nutcase about washing all of baby's stuff in ridiculously expensive, specialized baby laundry detergent, however, I think it is vitally important at least in the very beginning to not bombard perfectly pure skin with harsh detergents, dyes and perfumes. That being said, once this first bottle of baby detergent is gone and I'm sure he has been properly exposed to all of those things, I will never buy it again and he can suffer with the Tide like the rest of us.
ANYWAY- back to my original problem of the STUFF. The baby's room was my guest room and goodfreakinglord I had a lot of crap in there....which is now spilled out around the rest of my house, and is subsequently making me want to throw myself in front of a bus. I want to have a yard sale but it's SO much work. Can't I just open up the doors to my house and sell anything and everything anybody wants?
Moving on.
2. Since my child won't eat ANYTHING I have become one of those parents-I-never-thought-I'd-be and stopped and got him a Happy Meal before I had lunch with my girlfriend the other day at a restaurant that didn't have a kids menu. (Note: he didn't eat any of the Happy Meal anyway.)
I was really annoyed when we got to the restaurant and noticed that there wasn't a toy in the Happy Meal. WTF, McDonald's? Who do you think you are? That was my plan for entertaining him at the restaurant while we ate and talked. Instead of a toy, like they have done since the BEGINNING OF TIME, there was a CD in the bag. Gee thanks. Not only was it a stupid ass CD, it was a KIDZ BOP CD. For f*ck's sake!!!! The thing I hate most in the world. Kidz Bop. Are you freaking kidding me? Of course it was too late to dispose of the evidence, he saw it and immediately informed me that we would be listening to it as soon as we got in the car.
KILL. ME. NOW.
Whyyyyyyy why why why why is it necessary to ruin perfectly good songs by having annoying children singing them and adding random, high pitched and obnoxious "WOOOOOH!"s or "YEAHHHHHHHH!"s during the middle of the song? WHY? Parents, why can't you teach your children to appreciate music by original artists??? I would understand if it was related to bad language or whatnot, but these are just regular, G-rated songs!
That being said, I'm not sure I'd rather listen to Fergie sing Big Girl's Don't Cry over the annoying children, but that's for another day. What am I going to do? Maybe it will get lost or broken before I have to pick him up today.
3. My hair. Ugh. Yes I am going to complain about my hair again. I had a gift card to use in Memphis and while I was there I figured I'd go get my hair done because I didn't really have the $150 it would have cost me to do it here. :-(
BIG MISTAKE. It was a disaster from beginning to end. In a nutshell:
-Appointment was made at the wrong location. When I showed up at the spa/salon location, they informed me that my appointment was at their satellite location...AT THE MALL. Oh God. I should have known to just run away then.
-The place was filthy.
-She ruined my hair.
-She spent 4 hours trying to fix it
-She didn't fix it
-She then asked for a tip
So now, instead of my really pretty light auburn hair with blond streaks, I am back to having hair as dark as night, because that was the only thing she could do to fix it, to cover up the FIRE ENGINE RED color it was when she ruined it. I am not kidding when I tell you it looked like this:
I don't know who this girl is, but I appreciate her letting me borrow her picture from Google Images, which came up when I searched for FIRE ENGINE RED HAIR.
So after she "repaired" that, now I have short dark hair. Which is not bad, I've had it this color before and it's really pretty I guess, but it's not what I wanted. So yay now I get to save up $150 to go get it fixed, again, like I had to do after that great Dora incident. At least I don't have a Dora haircut now, but that is only after I made her re-do the haircut too because it was a disaster when she originally was finished.
I have more to say but this is too long as it is. Toodles.
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