Well, I've just started this blog when I've had it for several days. What could be more self explanitory than the title? I've really had little time since starting this blog to write anything.. it's funny how that happens to me. Start something and everything else starts needing attention. This is especially true of a nursing baby. I swear, I don't know if it's her or me; but every time I try to start cooking, cleaning, writing on the computer, anything she starts crying... hungry [every 2 hours!] or dirty, or gassy. My brain is fried. I mean it's like she's got a raidar in her that say's mommy's doing something....... it's time to want something. Really I love her. But I don't think I'm going to nurse the next one [provided of course].
Things have been interesting lately. Had to go pay the innernet bill and go to Walmart, Monday. And we had all kinds of trouble with the van. It quit in the parking lot [naturally before we got parked] it had overheated. Later it did it again, and then a third time. Boy I was getting miffed. Until you've had to sit in the hot sun waiting for someone to come help you out at lunch time, with a hungry baby and in 90-some-odd degree weather. You can't begin to understand how bad my monday was. It was truely a pull your hair out day. We were blessed though a nice man stopped and J-rigged the darned thing so we could get home. It turned out that the raidiator hose had busted. ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH! Luckily we were able to come up with the money to get the thing fixed; but hubby had to come home early from work that day.
Just sitting here looking at the sink. I've gotta wash dishes before I can start on dinner. Has anyone else noticed that dirty dishes are like rabbits? It looks like they multiply just as fast as you can wash them. And just think that's mine and hubby's dishes. Jo's only four months old she's not using any YET! Man sometimes I look at that sink and think ahh now I understand why my mother always hated them. I do too. It's like don't blink... Don't look back... there will be more in the sink if you do...... [the theme from the twilight zone should be playing about now.]
We have two of the most spoiled cats in the world. You can feed them, and five seconds later they are crying that the food is stale and old, wanting more. [And they didn't eat what you gave them the first time!] Sometimes I just would love to shoot them both! One is a crochity, grumpy old man. and the other is a youngster who's full of energy. Cuddles is his cat and I don't get along with him [he's the old goat] and the other is Trip. I guess you can say he's mine. He's difinitely a woman's cat anyway. He he's one of those cats that no one will ever "own." They are fight over who gets the most food, who gets the most attention, they fight for the sake of fighting.... Did I say I had only one kid? O.K. make that 4, hubby included. That doesn't include the 3 wenches [dogs] outside. They all have moments when they drive me completely bonkers... [Oh yeah you can't got were you already are... and my little one isn't a teen yet.]
Well, hubby is about to call [yeah he does about the same times every day] so I will write more later.
