Here's to limited sleep with a toddler! Jay and I decided to stay up last night watching "The Walking Dead" series on Netflix. I hate zombie shows...or horror shows in general. He, on the other hand, loves them. So, I told him that as long as he played in my hair thoroughly, he can watch whatever he wants. SO, we watched it until about midnight. Of course, I couldn't sleep after that because I was afraid zombies would invade my pregnancy dreams. So, we watched "Something Borrowed" on the computer in bed until 2 this morning. Totally regretting that decision, but hey...no zombie dreams! :) Of course, my sweet little angel woke up an hour earlier this morning...well, on time to her, but an hour early due to the time change. Needless to say I'm exhausted. Jay was so sweet to take care of Ella this morning so I could sleep in. :)
I am hoping I won't have to make a trip to L&D today, though. Started having some infrequent, uncomfortable contractions last night, accompanied by menstrual-like cramping. I had about 4 of them in an hour at one point. Changed my position and hydrated, but they didn't stop. They eventually stopped on their own, thank goodness. I had a couple this morning, but they were more Braxton Hicks than what I experienced last night. Probably need to start drinking my jug o' water to keep them at bay.
Anyway. It's laundry time. I'll be glad to get it done and out of the way. :)
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Sunday, November 6, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
What a Day...
Ella woke up an hour early this morning and didn't want to go back to sleep. Yay for me. I'm exhausted. Not only that, but I went to take her to do some shopping this morning. She was fine through Michael's, but then we went to Walmart.
The parking situation royally sucked. I was waiting on the ONE available space to open up because someone was backing out. This older lady was in the parking space behind them...already had her car parked...saw me waiting on the parking spot. Of course, as I get ready to pull in, she pulls straight through into the spot. Then, when I glare at her, she give ME the stink eye! What the heck?! So, I try to pull around to get her former spot, but of course, someone already got that one. Thankfully, I found one right next to the cart return.
Get inside with Ella, and she fights me about getting into the cart. I won. We get inside, and I'm trying to find the craft center, which is apparently non-existent in this store. We go past a display with ridiculously priced Elmo toys, and she starts screaming her head off for "MELMO!!!!!!!!!!" I told her that she couldn't have one, and maybe Grammy would get her one for Christmas, or Santa might bring her one. So, this is when the fun begins. She screams the whole way through the store as I'm trying to do grocery shopping. I became THAT parent. The one with the screaming toddler who is apologizing to every patron along the way because my kid is ruining their peaceful morning. Everything ticked her off, too. She got mad when she dropped the coupons. She got mad when I put the coupons in my pocket. She got mad when I wouldn't let her eat my keys.
Then, we get to the register and get everything rung up. Of course, she grabs one of the bags, and the large tub of yogurt rolls out and bursts on the floor in front of the register. The cashier was really sweet and took it off my bill...then calls for clean up. She looked at me and was like, "I don't know how you're not a sobbing wreck right now. I know I was during my pregnancy." I had to just smile at her because I seriously was on the verge of tears. She was so sweet, though.
Finally, get in the car, and Ella begins to pitch a conniption fit because I had to buckle her into the carseat, and she had dropped her flippin' giraffe on the floor of the car. I finally gave it to her after getting her buckled in. We stop and grab a light lunch by this point, and then I stop for gas. She of course passes out in her carseat at the gas station.
I get a peaceful 20 minute drive home and go to put her into her bed. I noticed her jeans felt wet, so I tried to change her without her waking up. M-I-S-T-A-K-E!!!!! She woke up...and her diaper was practically dry. She wouldn't go back to sleep, either. I finally let her help me put groceries away and watch half an episode of Sesame Street. Then, at 3, I went to lay her back down. I laid down with her, and she finally conked out at 3:30.
Of course, I had to wake her up around 5 because I didn't want her to not sleep tonight. She was already half awake when I went in there. She woke up and snuggled with me in the recliner for a few minutes before getting down to play. I even gave her a Clementine for a snack and put her in her high chair to color with markers while I fixed dinner. Yet another mistake. She got made everytime I went to change out her markers for other colors...then, she pitched a fit when they fell on the floor...or when she filled up a page with colors. I was so glad when Jay, my husband, got home. Thankfully, dinner was ready....except for the baked potatoes. For some reason, they were still not done after cooking in the oven for over an hour. Go figure.
During dinner, the trick-or-treaters came, which wasn't bad. It wasn't a problem until we got Ella cleaned up, and she was running around. Then, she ran outside and tried to take the candy from the other kids' buckets. That's my kid...the petty thief. So, we tried to keep her inside, and she got mad. Threw another fit. Screamed her head off. I made the joke that we did dress up for Halloween. Ella was a bad baby. I was a frazzled mom, and Jay was a Marine who just got off work. :)
Needless to say, we bathed her early and got her down for bed on time tonight. She pretty much went right out.
It doesn't help that I was so stressed today that I started having pain and contractions. Nothing regular...just stress probably. I am so exhausted from the emotions today. I was supposed to get the house cleaned today because my mom is coming for a visit tomorrow...it didn't happen. So, I'll probably be rushing in the morning to clean the bathrooms, wash Ella's sheets and get the kitchen cleaned. Thankfully, there isn't much left to do. Just some small odds and ends. I just pray for a a restful night's sleep tonight. I really need it.
The parking situation royally sucked. I was waiting on the ONE available space to open up because someone was backing out. This older lady was in the parking space behind them...already had her car parked...saw me waiting on the parking spot. Of course, as I get ready to pull in, she pulls straight through into the spot. Then, when I glare at her, she give ME the stink eye! What the heck?! So, I try to pull around to get her former spot, but of course, someone already got that one. Thankfully, I found one right next to the cart return.
Get inside with Ella, and she fights me about getting into the cart. I won. We get inside, and I'm trying to find the craft center, which is apparently non-existent in this store. We go past a display with ridiculously priced Elmo toys, and she starts screaming her head off for "MELMO!!!!!!!!!!" I told her that she couldn't have one, and maybe Grammy would get her one for Christmas, or Santa might bring her one. So, this is when the fun begins. She screams the whole way through the store as I'm trying to do grocery shopping. I became THAT parent. The one with the screaming toddler who is apologizing to every patron along the way because my kid is ruining their peaceful morning. Everything ticked her off, too. She got mad when she dropped the coupons. She got mad when I put the coupons in my pocket. She got mad when I wouldn't let her eat my keys.
Then, we get to the register and get everything rung up. Of course, she grabs one of the bags, and the large tub of yogurt rolls out and bursts on the floor in front of the register. The cashier was really sweet and took it off my bill...then calls for clean up. She looked at me and was like, "I don't know how you're not a sobbing wreck right now. I know I was during my pregnancy." I had to just smile at her because I seriously was on the verge of tears. She was so sweet, though.
Finally, get in the car, and Ella begins to pitch a conniption fit because I had to buckle her into the carseat, and she had dropped her flippin' giraffe on the floor of the car. I finally gave it to her after getting her buckled in. We stop and grab a light lunch by this point, and then I stop for gas. She of course passes out in her carseat at the gas station.
I get a peaceful 20 minute drive home and go to put her into her bed. I noticed her jeans felt wet, so I tried to change her without her waking up. M-I-S-T-A-K-E!!!!! She woke up...and her diaper was practically dry. She wouldn't go back to sleep, either. I finally let her help me put groceries away and watch half an episode of Sesame Street. Then, at 3, I went to lay her back down. I laid down with her, and she finally conked out at 3:30.
Of course, I had to wake her up around 5 because I didn't want her to not sleep tonight. She was already half awake when I went in there. She woke up and snuggled with me in the recliner for a few minutes before getting down to play. I even gave her a Clementine for a snack and put her in her high chair to color with markers while I fixed dinner. Yet another mistake. She got made everytime I went to change out her markers for other colors...then, she pitched a fit when they fell on the floor...or when she filled up a page with colors. I was so glad when Jay, my husband, got home. Thankfully, dinner was ready....except for the baked potatoes. For some reason, they were still not done after cooking in the oven for over an hour. Go figure.
During dinner, the trick-or-treaters came, which wasn't bad. It wasn't a problem until we got Ella cleaned up, and she was running around. Then, she ran outside and tried to take the candy from the other kids' buckets. That's my kid...the petty thief. So, we tried to keep her inside, and she got mad. Threw another fit. Screamed her head off. I made the joke that we did dress up for Halloween. Ella was a bad baby. I was a frazzled mom, and Jay was a Marine who just got off work. :)
Needless to say, we bathed her early and got her down for bed on time tonight. She pretty much went right out.
It doesn't help that I was so stressed today that I started having pain and contractions. Nothing regular...just stress probably. I am so exhausted from the emotions today. I was supposed to get the house cleaned today because my mom is coming for a visit tomorrow...it didn't happen. So, I'll probably be rushing in the morning to clean the bathrooms, wash Ella's sheets and get the kitchen cleaned. Thankfully, there isn't much left to do. Just some small odds and ends. I just pray for a a restful night's sleep tonight. I really need it.
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