54 posts tagged “clark”
So, I know I have been promising to share pictures and video from my birthday party, but I have not had a lot of time to upload stuff... Without further delay, nevertheless, I present my favorite birthday serenade of all time:
Later days...
I heard Clark come up from the basement, so I started to get ready to put the computer away and actually go to sleep when he got upstairs... Then, I heard the car start up in the driveway... I stuck my head out the window and called his name to catch his attention [hopefully I wasn't loud enough to disturb any neighbors]... When I asked what was up, Clark would say no more than, "I need to go to the store real quick." Oh snap! Caught in the act of last-minute Mother's Day gift and/or card buying! Teeheehee... Later days!
My husband is so cute... This is his status message on Gmail: "How is my kid 4 years old? It seems like I was just cutting his umbilical cord yesterday!"... So true, dude... So true! (Except that I was all working on pushing him out of my vagina and stuff)... But, still... Time goes way too fast! Later days...
But not quite done yet...
Boogie was thrilled that he was able to get on the swings and glider... It almost sent him over the moon when we let him test out the ladder and the rock wall so he could check out the play house... Still, I cannot wait until tomorrow night... Clark has the day off, so he will be doing the stuff that is easy enough for one person -- i.e. attaching the side chairs and canopy, filling up the sandbox, and filling the playset area with wood chips... And then, when I get home, we will put together the last few pieces that require "team work"... As much as Boogie loves it already, I am pretty through with this project... I think my poor thumb is about to call it quits, too... It's throbbing right now, since it ended up getting slammed between a socket wrench and a 2x4... And got a sliver in the middle of the pad part... And has a split cuticle... And is getting over a hangnail... My poor freakin' thumb! Anyhow... Just thought y'all would be amazed to see what we accomplished thus far... Later days...
I don't know if it is the fact that I am completely off of Prozac now... Or the fact that I have stopped taking the birth control pills (which may have put my hormones into flux)... Perhaps it is the fact that I have had a stressful week... Or the fact that I am so exhausted from recovery and compounding illnesses... Maybe it is a tragic combination of all of the above... All I know is that I am so freakin' done right now... God help me if Boogie comes back out of his room because I may just end up crying in the fetal position in the corner of my room... I don't think I can handle one more thing... I can't seem to stop crying, even though I think everything is over... I just feel like my head is going to explode... It started when I told Boogie that he had to use a regular toothbrush instead of the electric one tonight... We don't let him use that one every night because we don't want him to get lazy about actually moving the toothbrush around in his mouth and such... But, anyway, that's not important to go into... Boogie started freaking out and telling me that he was done after he had barely touched his teeth with the toothbrush... I told him that I would have to brush his teeth for him if he could not do a good enough job, which is usually enough incentive to do it right, but that started the most ridiculous meltdown I've seen in quite some time [with him]... As I tried to brush his teeth, he managed to chomp down so hard on my thumb that I was worried he had crushed the nail... I dragged him, "boneless" and screeching, into his bedroom for a timeout... Boogie "had to pee" almost as soon as the door shut, of course, so I let him out long enough to pee and then put him right back in his room... He started kicking and hitting the door, and I tried to tell him that flipping out would extend his time out rather than ending it sooner, but I don't think he could even hear me... At that point, I decided to walk away and call Clark so that I could vent a little and cool down... I was getting so annoyed, and my thumb was throbbing so bad, that I was afraid to just try and deal with it on my own... I didn't want to lose control and actually hit Boogie, so I figured talking to another adult would probably help... That may have been what I thought, but it appears that I was wrong... Instead, Clark decided to ask why I wasn't capable of dealing with him, why Boogie was not as good for me as he was for Clark, and why I couldn't just let him go to bed with unbrushed teeth... Well, needless to say, that was not what I needed right then... I started to explain to Clark that I was just looking for a little moral support, and he made the mistake of trying to tell me that I only called to bitch about it... WTF?!? Thanks a lot dude... Instead of helping matters, it was making me feel much worse about my parenting skills and my ability to just make it through a night on my own with my own damn kid... So, I told him that I was sorry I called, that I loved him, and hung up... Probably not the best way to handle things, but I could tell he would rather get back to gaming, anyhow, and I would rather not have Boogie sneak out of his room to find his mommy screaming and/or sobbing into the cell phone... I did, eventually, manage to get Boogie into his bed... But, I hate the fact that these kind of meltdowns only ever seem to happen when it is me alone with him, not Clark... I know I am not a shitty mother, and my kid is not a little monster, so what the hell gives?!? And why the hell does Clark have to be so mean about it? While it is probably not ideal to receive a call like that when you are having a night out with your friends, I would think that exceptional stress and duress on the homefront warrants a time-out from the festivities at hand... Let alone the fact that this is a weekly get-away rather than a once-in-a-blue-moon night with the guys... Thinking about that got me even more angry because it reminded me of the fact that Clark will be gaming both tonight and tomorrow night -- when he had already told me that he knew gaming twice a week was not fair to me... OMG... I have not had a night this bad in a long time... Am I just so unreasonably bitchy and dependent on my husband that I cannot handle him going out an having fun when I am having a bad night at home? I feel so fucking pathetic right now... Later days...
UPDATE -- 10:09pm -- Clark just texted me to apologize, and I am pretty sure that being at D&D means he didn't even know I had posted to my blog... Not too bad, Nicholas... Not too bad...
We are running dangerously low on food at our house, and Clark was just saying that he thinks he will be taking a trip to the grocery store today -- ALONE! He said that as much as he loves us, he just needs some time alone that doesn't come after bedtime... Teeheehee... He is like all of the moms I know (myself included) who know a solo trip to the grocery store can be likened to a sacred retreat... I tried to explain it to him, but I can't quite put it into the right words, and I don't think he quite understands why it is so funny to me that a man/husband/dad is looking forward to the same escape via grocery store as many women/wives/moms... Are the pain killers just making me loopy, or is this really as strange as I found it to be?!? Later days...
I hate the fact that I have such a nervous tummy... I literally thought I was gonna puke after we got Boogie into bed... I was going to wait until I felt a little better before I had a snack, but I finally decided that I would rather try something on an iffy stomach than wait too long and not get any more food until after the surgery... My yogurt doesn't seem to be rushing back up, so I think I made a good call... As of midnight, I am "npo" (nil per os), which means nothing taken orally... No food, no drink, no nothin'! Not even freakin' water... Ugh... I am supposed to check in at 9:15am, which means that I will be really hungry for a while, but at least I don't have to wake up at some ungodly hour AND I get to drop Boogie off at school in the morning!!! I am doing my best not to let the OCD-driven intrusive thoughts take over, but it's kinda hard when the surgeon and pre-admissions testing nurse are legally obligated to remind you of the risks you accept in order to have surgery... Harder still, though, was seeing the look in Clark's eyes when he got up the courage to ask me what I would want, "if, God forbid, something goes wrong"... I did my best to keep it light and reminded him, very firmly, that I want every chance possible, even if it's a wish and a prayer for a miracle... Extremely heroic measures are welcomed... Encouraged, in fact! I asked him if he thought it would be too much to let the hospital staff know that I am not opposed to the entire Justice League stepping in... or for DC and Marvel superheroes to collaborate, if necessary... I'm just sayin'! Teeheehee... I am young, and I am fairly healthy, so I do not anticipate dying... Still, I've seen enough ER and real-life ER-type shows to know that mistakes are made and/or complications arise... I am working under the assumption, nevertheless, that I will make it through and that you will all have to put up with plenty of bitching about my lack of mobility, excess of pain, and probable boredom... And, now, I am off to try and beat Nice's ridiculously high scores in Word Challenge and Who Has The Biggest Brain (on Facebook)... Wish me luck! Later days...
Boogie is completely in love with Emmet Otter's Jugband Christmas -- especially the song by the Riverbottom Nightmare Band... It sounds a lot like "Foxy" (a la Jimmy Hendrix), and we were all confused and wondering how Boogie knew that tune! Teeheehee... As soon as he said something about "the guy with the star guitar," I realized that he was doing the RNB song... Awesome! This kid is really good for laughs lately... Like what happened at dinner last night, for example... Boogie is a typical preschooler -- always getting dirty, bumped, and bruised... We asked him why the one patrticular bruise on his forehead seemed to be taking so long to heal... I believe we asked, "Do you keep on hurting it again or something?" His answer was, "Yeah! I keep doing this!" [as he punched himself square in the forehead]... Clark laughed so hard that his face turned bright red and tears were streaming down his face... Boogie thought his daddy looked so funny that he started cracking up, and I was afraid that Boogie would choke on the food that was in his mouth or that Clark would just stop breathing altogether... Gotta love my crazy family... Even this morning, Boogie gave us something else to laugh about... We were on our way in to work/daycare when Boogie asked me who my boss was... Now, the kid is pretty savvy, and he actually knows these things... So, when he started naming his teachers and other co-workers of mine, we knew he was just being silly... I said, "Seriously, Boog... Who's my boss?" And, without missing a heartbeat, he came back with, "Daddy?" Dude! So far from the truth! Teeheehee... Yeah... I have lots of crappy stuff to post about all the financial hullaballoo and the state of the bizarre pains in my belly, but I wanted to post a fun/happy post about all the good stuff first... Maybe I will be negative tomorrow... ;-) ... Later days...
Over a picture?!? Well, it seems that may come to fruition... Clark has already dropped the "D" word a couple of times today, all because his friends couldn't quietly chuckle and enjoy the picture of him in his footie pajamas... No! The Dungeon Master had to taunt him via text, and now I am stuck with a complete and total grump... Thanks, dude! (teeheehee)... Later days...
This time of year is just chock full of birthdays... Clark's birthday is today (happy birthday, baby!), my sister's birthday is in 5 days, mine is on the 8th of September, and my dad's is on the 11th... Plus, there are all sorts of friends and cousins in the mix... Good thing I know Clark well enough to not really have to think about his gift... Nevertheless, Amazon managed to put a monkey wrench in my plans... Granted, it's not their fault that their saved credit card number happens to be different than my actual credit card number -- because my bank reissued everyone's credit cards after the Hannaford fiasco, and I haven't ordered anything else since then... I'm just sad that it took so long for them to notify me that the credit card number on file wouldn't go through... Shouldn't they notify me, like, right away?!? Man! So, instead of handing him a gift-wrapped package, I had to tell Clark that I tried to order him Heroes: Season 1... I figured he could make the call as to whether he wanted to try and save some money by waiting and putting in an order online or if he would rather pay a little more and get it today... Looks like we'll be heading to Best Buy tonight to get it, since their prices are actually very comparable (for this, at least) to Amazon.com... Good times! Later days...
