I haven’t been posting as much as I used to but I hope to get back to it very soon. I’m currently writing a post about wanting to strangle my husband. I smell some kind of writing award with that one. heh. The little hummingbird has been on strike when it comes to going to bed and taking naps and those are the times when I get the chance to write.
She was doing so well when going to bed but like everything else that goes along with mommyhood, as soon as my husband and I got used to it, she decided to switch it up. Now it’s such a battle and sometimes she won’t settle down until 9:30 pm. By that time, I’m exhausted and just want to crawl in bed with my Kindle and read.
I’ve also been having migraine after migraine for the past 3 weeks and that has put a huge damper on my blog. I have so many things I want to write about so I’m just itching to get back to posting more often. After nearly 2 years, I’m finally starting to get into the swing of things and managing my time better when it comes to my sweet little
dictator daughter and I hope that helps in finding the time to write.
If you’ve been reading my blog you know I totally lust after Mark Ruffalo and while I wasn’t really surprised that he didn’t win an Oscar last night, I was kinda bummed *snort* because damn, what a hottie. Oh, and I think he’s a great actor too blah blah blah. Last fall, around daylight savings time, I was going a little batty because it really threw off my daughter’s schedule so I got very little sleep while she adjusted and I wrote an ode to Mr. Ruffalo here.
Yesterday we went for a quick trip to CVS so I could stock up on some Oscar essentials like Red Vines and while we were checking out, there was a lady behind us having a conversation on her cell and talking really loud. People like that drive me crazy and the first time I looked back at her, under the guise that I was talking to my daughter, I noticed she didn’t have a cell phone.
Then I looked back again, while using my baby girl so it wouldn’t be obvious that I was staring at this lady, thinking she must have a blue tooth. Nope. I looked back a few more times only I pretended to be really fascinated by the Easter candy display. Like I really have to pretend. Bring on the Cadbury creme eggs! There wasn’t a cell phone or a blue tooth in sight. This lady was having a conversation with herself.
I nudged my husband, who was holding the little hummingbird, forward because hello, crazy woman talking to herself is right behind us. Even the cashier started to nervously laugh. After we got our bag I tried to get my hubby to speed it up but he wanted to hang near the entrance and point the birds out to our little girl. I was like “seriously, we just need to go”. He asked why. My reply, say it with me now, there’s a crazy woman talking to herself!
Then I told him I don’t want to be around if she starts going crazy in the parking lot. He thought that would be cool (believe it or not, this isn’t why I want to strangle him) but I said I don’t want her anywhere near the little hummingbird. I wish I could remember what the crazy woman was talking about.
What she was saying actually made some sense and it wasn’t as bad as when I lived in Seattle and would deal with the crazies on the back of the bus who would talk about things like potato salad. There was a certain someone who came to visit me and I told this certain someone “Whatever you do, don’t talk to the people on the back of the bus” but that certain someone wouldn’t listen and had a long and VERY memorable conversation about how to make potato salad with a guy that was certifiable. I’m so looking at you right now mom!