The Day From Hell

Ever have one of those days? I just did. It was compiled of unbelievable mishap after unbelievable mishap. Here is a quick recap:

It started with a child almost completely collapsing from what I feared was anyphalactic shock (turned out not to be), followed by my student with special needs almost getting tossed from the Art Gallery of Hamilton, followed by a hellish 1 hour drive from my mountain abode to Westdale which involved a very angering detour to, get this, to Brantford, flanked by a lovely dinner and movie date with my family peeps, accompanied by a parking ticket upon leaving the theatre, and ending with dropping my car keys in the abyss which is the space between my seat and the console.

So, I am safely home now, and about to crack a cold Bud Light Lime and drink away my sorrows while trying to untie the knot in my stomach caused by anxiety over the quickly approaching Canada hockey game.
Go Canada!

Raffi

When I was growing up, my parents had their favourites for us to listen to in the car. Sharon, Lois, and Bram, Bob Seger, Dire Straits, and Raffi.
Shortly after Connor was born, when we were having difficulties getting the little man to sleep, Dad went out and bought me a couple of Raffi CDs. Was I over the moon! Listening to it was like reliving my childhood. It brought with it reminders of trips to the farm, going to the zoo, and the long drive to Brockapulco. I would joyfully sing along to Bananaphone and Aiken Drum. However, after a 56 hour drive to and from Florida last year and countless trips in the car to day care, Hagershwegan, the mall, or even the store, Raffi now ANGERS me. I actually get angry at times when I hear his voice. Some of it is due to the number of times that I have listened to him, other times it is because I just want to listen to grown up music and one little person, who shall remain nameless, won't let me. I still believe that Raffi is a lyrical genius who is much like the Pied Piper for children. I, however, can not listen to him anymore!

Anxiety!

So Mamma and Library Lady, or the Munchkin, as I affectionately like to refer to her, are leaving on a much earned and deserved vacation......I am going to miss them more than words can say. That's all. Love you guys.

All is right in the world!

Things were definitely better today in Bubbinland. Teeth are still coming in but there was definitely not as much whaling and head thrashing and temper tantrum throwing....thank GOD!

In other news.....school is an abomination this year. But, that is a tale for another day.

You know what sucks....

Teething SUCKS! The Bubbin has been getting his 2 bottom eye teeth in for the last couple of days and I have never heard screams of pain like I have during this ordeal. On top of that, he has a cough and a stuffy nose....not fair!

All of these conditions lead to a certain someone joining me in bed at 10:00 last night. Of course, I woke up at 3:30, having to pee like nobody's business but I am afraid to wake the beast. I waited half an hour, until I just could not hold it anymore. I slowly and quietly slid myself off the smigin of bed that I did have and started to walk away when it began. The screaming. So, I took him downstairs with me and took care of my business. A 4:00 A.M. trip to the bathroom of course equals PLAYTIME! I don't think so.

I spent the next hour trying to get him back to sleep, which was a VERY unsuccessful activity. So, up we got....for the day. As you can imagine, with a day of work still looming ahead, neither Mommy nor Bubbin were too thrilled by the time 7:00 A.M. rolled around.

All I can say is thank God for Day Care Lady extraordinaire. She has the patience of a saint! I called at lunch (after 6 pots of coffee and 3 untimely exits from the classroom for bathroom breaks) to find out that it had not gotten any better. On the contrary, it had gotten worse! Oh well, that's why we pay her the big bucks.

Needless to say, after a day of constant crying because two sharp things are pushing through the skin in your mouth, the little guy is currently in bed. It's 6:00.

Wish me luck tomorrow!

I'm Back!

So it has been quite a while since I last blogged. I have been kind of busy. I have a new man in my life! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it was a boy and what a boy he is! He is almost 15 months now and BUSY. He is walking and babbling and climbing and throwing and hitting and playing and screaming and crying and laughing and smiling. He is my new best friend due to the fact that we spend a lot of time together. He is the first one I see in the morning and sometimes the last one I see when I go to bed. Who knew you could love one person this much. I literally want to eat him up he is so cute!

I will do my best to keep up with this and hopefully, people will start to read it and we can talk about all the crazy moments of mommyhood!

Been a while

Well, no I have not posted in a while. I guess between getting things ready, going back to school and just not really having much to write about, I kind of slacked off. I think I really only have 1 audience member anyways, maybe I will grab a couple more once my little dude arrives.

So, crazy as it is, my due date is only 1 week from today and really, he could make his entrance at any time now. How weird. I mean, I have been thinking about and preparing for this for almost 10 months now, and at some times, didn't think this time would ever come, but now that it is here, it seems like it has come too fast. I get asked on a daily basis whether I am ready for this to be over, and my honest to God answer is, no. I have really been blessed with the most wonderful pregnancy!

I am, however, very excited to meet this young man that I have gotten to know well for his stretching and kicking. What is he going to look like? What will his personality be like? What will life be like after? Well, I guess these and many other questions will soon be answered and I will share those answers when I get them. Wish me luck!