Friday, March 22, 2013

Emotional Overload

I was having a conversation with a friend about women and crying at our church's women's meeting last night (Hi Diana!) and it got me to thinking, which inspired this blog post.

As women, we are emotional. Maybe some like to hide it or live in denial, but it's true. There are things that just make us burst into tears and cause our husbands/fathers/brothers to stare at us in confusion. So I decided to compile a good list of perfectly acceptable reasons to cry. Feel free to let the men in your life peruse this list to be prepared for the next episode of waterworks.

Also, I can neither confirm nor deny that this list is compiled from my own personal experiences.

Perfectly acceptable reasons to cry:
  • watching the ending of Tangled when she's reunited with her parents and they just know it's her
  • actually, watching almost any Disney movie for that matter (I'm talking to you, Lion King!)
  • also... watching any Jane Austen movie
  • umm... ok let's just add any sad/romantic/heartwarming movie
  • when you feel overwhelmed
  • when you hear a song that's meaningful to you
  • when all you want is Oreo Ice Cream and you open the freezer to find nothing but peas and frozen ground beef
  • witnessing a precious moment between your sister and her child
  • when you laugh so hard that you can't breathe and tears are streaming down your face and then you actually start sobbing real tears
  • when you experience a milestone in life (like getting married or having a baby)
  • when you miss your family
  • when you have just finished cleaning the entire house and you drop a jar of spaghetti sauce that splatters all over you, the cabinets, the stove, the floor and wakes your sleeping baby
  • whenever your mom/sister/daughter/friend/random stranger cries
  • whenever you feel like it
Unacceptable reasons to cry:
  • none.
Happy Friday! 

Thursday, March 21, 2013

A Friday List

Looks like it's time for a Friday list on Thursday again.
  • Mommy brain is in full effect. I washed my hair twice in the past 24 hours. I am not sure why. 
  • Sometimes when Brian has been doing computer-y work all day and he's mentally exhausted, he'll say "My brian hurts". Which is funny because he's had people misspell his name ALL the time. His Kaiser card for the longest time said Brain Reiner. And they would NOT change it no matter how many change of name forms I sent in. 
  • I've had several opportunities this week to sit down, relax and crochet. Instead, I decided to read Dilbert comics. Random, right? I don't even know who I am anymore.
  • My sister and her husband visited last weekend. I don't think I have any pictures for you unless you follow me on Instagram and saw that Allie ate a whole Drumstick Ice Cream Cone by herself practically. 
  • Speaking of the Kraken, she cut a tooth yesterday. One down, a million more to go. Okay, not a million. She's a baby, not a shark.
  • Speaking more of the Kraken, she has definitely figured out how to scream. It amazes me that her lungs and vocal chords can reach those decibles. So excited for when she starts to throw bigger tantrums. *insert really unexcited face here*
  • Last week's perfect weather made me want to go to the beach. Except there is no beach around here unless you want to drive 100+ miles. Womp womp...
  • Ooh! I made pierogi! Let's just say I'm so ashamed of how it turned out, I couldn't even Instagram about it. But I definitely showed Brian the picture of how it was supposed to look and said "Nailed it." Husband laughed = success.
  • I officially weigh less than I did before I was pregnant. What's my secret? Breastfeeding, eating cookie dough as a mid-morning snack, housework and carrying around a 19 lb baby. Maybe I should like do a YouTube tutorial: "How to not try to lose weight but do it anyway." It could also be called "The Life of an Actual Real Housewife." Probably not as popular as all those Real Housewives shows considering I probably only have about 0.001% of the money and drama that they do. But I wouldn't know because we don't have cable here. It just seems like they have lots of money and drama. And maids.
  • I'm so glad the weekend is almost here again. Someone get me a margarita coffee glass of milk and a cookie.
  • Happy Almost Friday!

Thursday, March 14, 2013

If you give a mom a cookie

If you give a mouse housewife a cookie, she'll have to get some milk to go with it.

When she opens the fridge, she'll see spills on the shelves and decide to clear everything out.

As she's clearing everything out, she'll need to throw away what's expired.

While she's throwing away what's expired, she'll see that the garbage needs to be taken out.

As she's emptying all the garbage cans, she'll notice how dirty the bathroom is.

As she begins to clean the bathroom, she'll find that the towels need to be washed.

When she grabs the towels to wash them, she can't avoid noticing the pile of laundry that also needs to be done.

After she puts the first load of clothes to wash, she'll see the floor cleaner on the shelf above the washer and dryer and remember that the floors need to be swept and mopped.

As she's grabbing the broom to sweep the floors, she thinks it's better if the house is dusted first.

As she's looking for the duster, she'll pass the kitchen sink and remember that the dishes need to be washed so she'll be able to cook dinner that night.

Once she's pulled on her rubber gloves to do the dishes, seeing all that water reminds her how thirsty she is.

As she's pouring herself a glass of milk, she'll remember that nothing goes better with a glass of milk than a cookie.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Random Ramblings

My finger is slowly healing. Except it looks gnarly and I fear I may forever have an indented scar. Which will work out nicely in 20 years when I'm giving Allie a guilt trip about all I've done for her and I can point to my finger and be like "I'VE BLED FOR YOU!!!"

Then she'll roll her eyes and be all "Mom, quit being so dramatic."

We had her 6 month doctor's appointment today. I was so brave when she got her shots. Also, her last appointment, she was in the 87th percentile for height and 50th for weight. This appointment, she's switched. Which means someone needs to back away from the cookie dough. *shifts uncomfortably*

It's in the 70's this week. And I don't mean we're wearing bell bottoms and fringe vests. Spring is on its way and I am SO ready for summer and warm weather!

The other night, I was carrying a cup of lemonade and an empty dirty plate. One was supposed to go in the fridge. I'll let you guess what happened with that.

Also, for the third time in 2 weeks, I've tried to use conditioner instead of body wash in the shower.

Also, I remembered that we needed trash bags.

Twice.

Twice I remembered.

So twice I bought trash bags.

Without actually remembering that I had already gotten them.

So yes, we now have enough trash bags for the next year.

Can you blame mommy brain when your baby is 7 months old? Or is mommy brain an infliction that will last me to the end of my days?

I have random thoughts in my mommy brain for a Monday.

Oh wait... it's Tuesday.

*blank stare*

Friday, March 8, 2013

An Eventful Friday

Well it's Friday again. I don't have a list for you but I do have a fun story.

I finally decided on a pattern for Allie's quilt. So today, I decided to start cutting the fabric. I got about halfway through when I sliced through my finger with the rotary cutter.

It hurt.

Extremely bad.

I grabbed some paper towels to stop the bleeding, but not before I cleaned the blood off of my brand new rotary cutter. Priorities, people. After a few minutes, it started to really throb. I could feel my pulse in my finger.

So I wrapped the base of my finger in masking tape to cut off the circulation, wrapped it in more paper towels, and called Brian. Here's how the convo went:

Me: Don't get mad.
B: What happened....
Me: I sliced my finger and it's bleeding pretty badly. So I have a question... does it have to completely stop bleeding before I can close it up with super glue?
B: Yes, it has to be dry for the glue to work... what'd you do?
Me: Don't get mad.
B: {probably rolling his eyes}
Me: I was cutting fabric for Allie's blanket and my finger got in the way.
B: Oh poopy...
Me: I know, I know... I have to be careful.
B: Well keep me posted. And don't pass out while holding Allie.
Me: Thanks. Okay, blood dripping. Gotta go... bye.
*click*

At this point, Allie started crying. She had woken up from her nap and was demanding to be fed. Our kitchen sink was looking like I had brutally murdered someone but the bleeding would not stop. I had to carry her with one arm and instead of trying to make it all the way to my chair, I plopped on the floor to feed her and did what any normal human being in this day and age does when something like this happens.

I Googled it.

What a terrible, terrible idea. I did learn that I'm definitely not the first person to do this. I also learned that it could have been a LOT worse. A LOT.

About an hour later, I checked the wound to see if it was still bleeding. It wasn't, so I covered it in super glue and decided to update all of you about it.

Oh and in case you're wondering, I've decided to stick to crocheting for awhile.