My brain hasn’t been working this week. It’s on strike. The little hummingbird has been back to battling bedtime and I’m exhausted so when I attempt to write, it ends up being like what you’re reading now.
I tried a new approach with her a few weeks ago. It’s something I just pulled out of my ass one night. I’ve found that that’s what parenting is mostly about. You pull something out of your ass and hope it works. If not, you keep pulling things out of your ass.
Like my underwear. Maybe my ass is telling me it’s time for new underwear. Or it’s telling me to stop eating those peanut butter filled pretzels late at night.
What I started doing was taking the hummingbird around her room so she can say goodnight to her things, hoping that her room doesn’t seem as scary to her. We look out the window and I say goodnight outside, we’ll see you tomorrow and she waves goodbye, then we do that with some other things in her room.
It seemed to work and my hubby and I were thinking Yay! but she’s over it and so it’s been taking us 2-3 hours to get her to bed again. After she goes to bed, it’s really my only time to blog and reply to comments but it’s hard to do anything when she’s screaming bloody murder. My brain melts.
My hubby and I don’t run to her with each whimper but I wouldn’t say we let her cry it out either. It’s somewhere in the middle. I know her cries really well, which is something I didn’t quite get pre-hummingbird when I would hear people say they know their kids cries, and if she’s doing her I want to party all night and I’m pissed that you put me to bed cry, I let her know I’m still here and give her MWAH kisses outside her room.
Anyway, since my brain is on strike this week, I’m pulling this post out of my ass. I hope I don’t end up pulling a rabbit out of there.
July 2nd is my 1 year blogoversary and I will probably celebrate by writing a rambling post. Much like this one, just without so much ‘ass’ in it. I know after I put up this post, I’ll regret it because I’ll have pervy people looking up all kinds of ass things and finding my blog.
Less than a week after my blogoversary, it’s my 16 year wedding anniversary. People have been asking what my hubby and I have planned. If we have any time to actually do something, I’m going to sleep. And I don’t mean put the hummingbird in her crib along with some toys so mommy and daddy can go in the bedroom and shut the door “sleep”, it will be sleep sleep. Maybe I’ll wear my fancy pajama boxers that night, the ones without the holes in them. I’ll be all kinds of snazzy.
My MIL’s birthday is also coming up. To get her back for the way she acts towards me, I like getting her funny cards that I know she doesn’t like and makes her cringe. I usually take more time to choose a cringeworthy card for her but found one last month that I thought would get the job done. Luckily, it doesn’t take much to offend her which I find ironic seeing as how she usually offends everyone she comes across.
This is something we got in the mail yesterday. It was addressed to my father-in-law and I don’t know why it was sent to us. Since my hubby and I are rebels, we illegally opened up my FIL’s junk mail. I know, we’re totally wild! My husband was being a smartass and was saying we should forward this to his dad and I told him noooo, this is something he doesn’t need to see. Then when I was telling my mom about this, she said she gets one of these at least once a year. Wha?
So, this is the kind of mail we have to look forward to when we get older.
When my hubby opened it and read the letter, he found you have to enter to win a cremation. Uh….yay??
Here’s my mother-in-law’s birthday card that I know she will absolutely
Butt seriously (heh), I have so much stuff floating around in my head and hope my brain starts working soon so I can write it down.
I hope everyone has a great weekend. MWAH!