Exhibit A: Lydia freaking the eff out at Target.
I went to Target to get some life jackets so I can take the girls to the pool more often and not fear for their lives as much. I was on a mission and I asked Lydia to stay next to me so I could steer the cart. She wouldn't listen and kept walking up by the cart or trying to stop and look at random things, so I made her sit in the back of the cart. She was ticked, but it wasn't too bad. So we went and got the jackets, then a swim diaper and then we were heading toward the front and she started complaining that she wanted out. So I said we were almost done and she could get out after I paid. So she started kicking the sides of the cart. Maya told the cashier, "Yidia's cwabby!" So I ignored Lydia and went to return the cart at the front of the store and got her out and she started SCREAMING! The entire place stopped to watch the little crazy person. She was screaming and trying to walk away from me and I had the bag and Maya in my arms already. So I had to chase her down and I tried talking to her to calm her down. Nope. So I grabbed her up and went out the door. Luckily the security guard had seen her with me pre-meltdown and knew I wasn't kidnapping her. So then when we got outside, she started screaming, "I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME! I WANT A TOY!" Woah. Reality check. She thinks that she gets something every time we go to the store. What have I done to her? So, luckily Exhibit B is happenning.....
Exhibit B: We are going to live as if we are poor for 2 years.
Slightly personal, but what's a blog if it's not personal? So, in the past couple years, Scott and I have been living as if we are rich. We are not. Therefore, we got into debt. Our plan for getting out of debt will take us 2 years of living on much less money per month. It embarrasses me, but can I borrow your shovel for my spider hole? I cannot afford one. ;)
Exhibit C: Maya's turn to freak the eff out.
Kelly and I took a walk yesterday. The girls got bored and started arguing, which turned into Maya kicking the crap out of Lydia's legs. So I let Lydia out to walk and Maya started screaming, crying and arching her back. She arched her back so much and so hard, that she busted the buckle off the side of the wagon! I could not believe it! 
So Kelly suggested Lydia pull the wagon so I could walk faster and get The Hulk back home. As soon as I got her home, I put her on the couch to cool down, she wimpered for a little bit and then after a few minutes, she smiled at me and said, "I all better!" (P.S. I had Maya reenact being grumpy for the picture.)Exhibit D: Potty training.
It's going ok. Of course there are accidents here and there. The pee accidents don't bother me too much, I can understand pee can kindof sneak up on you at times, but squatting down to crap in your underwear? You had to know that was coming. But the funny part about it is that today when it happened, I was taking the nasty undies to the trash (these were not to be saved), Lydia was trying to tell me something and she stopped dead in her tracks, looked at the underwear and ran away, covering her mouth and gagging.
Exhibit E: Fun with laundry.
Last night, I sent the girls upstairs to get ready for their bath, then I remembered I had clothes in the washer. So I thought I'd hurry up and put them in the dryer and then go upstairs. It didn't go as planned. When I took out a towel, I decided to shake it so it wouldn't be in a ball to dry and when I did that, I felt a bunch of stuff come flying out. I looked down expecting to see crumbs or something...but I saw nothing at all. So I shook again and it happened again. So I bent over to the floor and saw that it was little tiny clear gel pieces. Ummm...what he heck could that be?! I looked in the washer and I had washed a disposable diaper. Sick. I think it was just one that was sitting on the dryer that was worn as a precaution and had not been peed in. So I had to shake every piece of laundry out, so I just did it onto the floor since it was already covered from the towel. Then I wiped the floor...I had been meaning to clean the laundry room floor, so at least that got done? It always seems anything I do with good intentions turns into a fiasco.
So, this is pretty much the craziness that my life has been lately. So, seriously, anyone have a shovel I can borrow?
6 comments:
Okay, We are twin mommies;
Target freak out? check (had to hold my hand under her chin because I thought she was going to puke)
Living rich? check (Yah! Look at all our cool stuff!)
Paying for it? check (Whoa! Look at our debit, how did that happen? Let's rent a house instead of buying it.....)
Super human temper tantrum? check (My daughter roared at me!)
Disgusting poop panty adventures? check (What is that in the middle of your floor? Why does it smell like poop in here? Oh. My. God.)
Washed something you should not have washed? check (Why does the inside of my washer and dryer have red streaks in them? Oh. My. God.)
when they get older, i am sure that you will reminece on these moments and miss them . . .maybe not. . .
Rachel- Yes! Someone who can completely understand what I got through. Misery loves company, right?
Allison- I honestly do think I'll look back at these things and crack up. At least we're not boring, I suppose!
well i am looking at these things and cracking up right now... in my office.
i miss you, too!
i'm still planning on visiting CA someday!!
Na-Just aiming to please!
I would love for you to come....you can take a vacay next week. You're a celebrity now, you can do it.
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