And now I remembered that THIS IS WHY I SMOKED.
WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE WHINE. Well that's not fair. I had my own stupid reasons for smoking. But the incessant WHINING DID NOT HELP. And now with no smoking to save me I just want to take off down the street yanking my hair out. EVERYthing is an emergency and requires screaming and WHINING. We play, but it invariably turns to VERY rough rough-housing (which is not ok), or repeating one simple thing beyond my 5 minute limit.
Mom, I love you, but I hate that bloody batmobile. He doesn't even watch it go! He plops it in my lap and runs away. Like, to the other end of the house. But if I don't set it off he just pushes it further into my lap, my face, WHINES. AGH. And he absolutely refuses to shake it himself.
Kill me now. We've tried snuggling on the couch, he just wants to play rough and turn into the rubber baby. Save me. X_X
- Stassja
- Texas, United States
- I was born in 1986 in Keflavik, Iceland. My parents (and now my husband as well) were in the Navy. Homeschooled from age eight until I graduated high school, I married soon after and moved to Spain with my new husband, Anthony. I welcomed my first son, Raymond Lee, into the world in the August of 2007. We recently celebrated the successful VBAC and homebirth of our second son and child, Dorian Francis.
3 comments:
somebody needs a day off....time for Daddy to take boy to the park while you go to Barnes and Noble and get lost in the books for a few hours...
oh my. i know this. all it is is whiiiiiiiiiiiine.
If I make breakfast he stands at the gate and cries because ::gasp:: I actually have to cook something.
waaaaaaaaah!
woooo! Congratulations!!!!!!
Here is to 9 months of healthy baby growing!
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