In the beginning there was man and woman, man and woman decided to mulityply and replenish the earth. This they did 4 times to be exact and thus created 4 little nuggets (I call them), thus creating crazy mom and sleepless nights.
So said man and woman said "No more nuggets for us", so said man took measures into his own hands and so it is "No more nuggets for us" and thus created womans crappy weekend doing things alone.
So more to come
Ok, I am back and ready to move forward with the weekend fun. Well Friday was the big day and it was actually not to bad. Kind of funny actually. Said man took an anxiety pill that the doctor gave us before we left home but when we got to the doctor he was not feeling any affect from it. So mr onery man sat in the waiting room nervously awaiting his turn. Finally after 20 min of sitting and waiting for the dumb pill to kick in he was called back. I sat and looked at my Creating Keepsakes magazine when all of a sudden in walks a couple. The wife was holding a car seat with a 4 month old and practically carrying her husband in. She probbed him up against the wall and took the baby to find a seat. I chuckled becuase I knew what he was there for and his happy pill worked for him. He got checked in and sat down with his wife and rambled on and on about stuff. At one point he said "Why am I here?" then sat for a minute to think and said "oh yeah no more kids" He kept the waiting room entertained. After about 20 min the door opened and here came said man. Now remember said man went in very grumpy but came out grinning from ear to ear and said "Ifeel good". I knew then that the happy pill had kicked in. Then said man and the other happy man conversed for a min about what was to come for the other happy man. I knew we had to get out of there fast before said man became to obnoxious.
We left the doctors office and said man was really loopy and began calling people rambling about what had just happened. We got to the store to get the perscription filled and while I was in the store said man made some more calls that I didn't find out about unitl later that day when my brother called and was wondering what said man was on. I explained the situation and then all was made clear. Come to find out said man did not remember any of those strange calls he made.
So why is it that when we are in the thick of things sometimes that all seems lost, that we will not make it through what we are in without pulling out our hair or going crazy, but then when you look back you realize it really wasn't that bad? Well that is how my weekend was and now I look back and it really wasn't that bad. Just one of me verses 4 of them, well acutally 5 of them with the said invalid man. So we survived or rather I survived with only a few tears.
Ok so why is it that kids somehow know when I have to work the next day. Sunday night (after my long weekend of not much sleep) nugget number 4 didn't want to sleep, I put her down when I thought she was asleep and boom her eyes open right up. I get her up and sit with her and finally get her to sleep and back in bed around 12:00 am, then with much excitement crawl into bed and rest my very tired head on my ever so soft pillow only to have nugget number 3 wake up around 12:30 am and come get in bed with us. Not to bad, I was able to go back to sleep but sometime after he stirred and I woke up and felt his jammies. WET!! AAAARRRRGGGG! Which meant my bed was also wet, his pull up leaked. So, the really bad thing about this is that nugget number 3 has a very loud voice box and I think loves the sound of it, so to wake him up and get him in new clothes and back in his little toddler bed would not be a quiet feat. So, I got him changed (with a few loud shouts) and took him into his room where I crawled and curled up in his toddler bed and he sat on the floor mad becuase he wanted to sleep in my bed. I kept thinking any minute he will fall over asleep and then I can go and figure out my bed situation. But oh no after about 15 min of sitting on the floor he got up to go back into my room. When I went to stop him his voice box was activated and I wanted to rip it out of his throat. After much negotiating I got him into his toddler bed with me and we finally went to sleep. Around 2:00 am I woke with a throbbing back but was able to sneak out of his bed and back into mine. Of course I had my side of the bed pulled back and really had to where to sleep so with about 3 and a half hours of sleep left I grabbed a blanket and my pillow and crawled to the end of the bed and zonked.
Sometimes I wonder why I even go to bed. I love my nuggets.
So said man and woman said "No more nuggets for us", so said man took measures into his own hands and so it is "No more nuggets for us" and thus created womans crappy weekend doing things alone.
So more to come
Ok, I am back and ready to move forward with the weekend fun. Well Friday was the big day and it was actually not to bad. Kind of funny actually. Said man took an anxiety pill that the doctor gave us before we left home but when we got to the doctor he was not feeling any affect from it. So mr onery man sat in the waiting room nervously awaiting his turn. Finally after 20 min of sitting and waiting for the dumb pill to kick in he was called back. I sat and looked at my Creating Keepsakes magazine when all of a sudden in walks a couple. The wife was holding a car seat with a 4 month old and practically carrying her husband in. She probbed him up against the wall and took the baby to find a seat. I chuckled becuase I knew what he was there for and his happy pill worked for him. He got checked in and sat down with his wife and rambled on and on about stuff. At one point he said "Why am I here?" then sat for a minute to think and said "oh yeah no more kids" He kept the waiting room entertained. After about 20 min the door opened and here came said man. Now remember said man went in very grumpy but came out grinning from ear to ear and said "Ifeel good". I knew then that the happy pill had kicked in. Then said man and the other happy man conversed for a min about what was to come for the other happy man. I knew we had to get out of there fast before said man became to obnoxious.
We left the doctors office and said man was really loopy and began calling people rambling about what had just happened. We got to the store to get the perscription filled and while I was in the store said man made some more calls that I didn't find out about unitl later that day when my brother called and was wondering what said man was on. I explained the situation and then all was made clear. Come to find out said man did not remember any of those strange calls he made.
So why is it that when we are in the thick of things sometimes that all seems lost, that we will not make it through what we are in without pulling out our hair or going crazy, but then when you look back you realize it really wasn't that bad? Well that is how my weekend was and now I look back and it really wasn't that bad. Just one of me verses 4 of them, well acutally 5 of them with the said invalid man. So we survived or rather I survived with only a few tears.
Ok so why is it that kids somehow know when I have to work the next day. Sunday night (after my long weekend of not much sleep) nugget number 4 didn't want to sleep, I put her down when I thought she was asleep and boom her eyes open right up. I get her up and sit with her and finally get her to sleep and back in bed around 12:00 am, then with much excitement crawl into bed and rest my very tired head on my ever so soft pillow only to have nugget number 3 wake up around 12:30 am and come get in bed with us. Not to bad, I was able to go back to sleep but sometime after he stirred and I woke up and felt his jammies. WET!! AAAARRRRGGGG! Which meant my bed was also wet, his pull up leaked. So, the really bad thing about this is that nugget number 3 has a very loud voice box and I think loves the sound of it, so to wake him up and get him in new clothes and back in his little toddler bed would not be a quiet feat. So, I got him changed (with a few loud shouts) and took him into his room where I crawled and curled up in his toddler bed and he sat on the floor mad becuase he wanted to sleep in my bed. I kept thinking any minute he will fall over asleep and then I can go and figure out my bed situation. But oh no after about 15 min of sitting on the floor he got up to go back into my room. When I went to stop him his voice box was activated and I wanted to rip it out of his throat. After much negotiating I got him into his toddler bed with me and we finally went to sleep. Around 2:00 am I woke with a throbbing back but was able to sneak out of his bed and back into mine. Of course I had my side of the bed pulled back and really had to where to sleep so with about 3 and a half hours of sleep left I grabbed a blanket and my pillow and crawled to the end of the bed and zonked.
Sometimes I wonder why I even go to bed. I love my nuggets.
4 comments:
You crack me up. I completely forgot about all of this, I was going to call you on Saturday and see how things were holding up. Hope said man is doing okay. Loves ya!
Hahaha! This is so funny! I'm sorry you had a bad weekend though :(!!
Sister I LOVE YOU!!! You need to tell me which brother said man called. I want the full story from that brother!!!
It's SO funny to witness the different reactions to this lovely procedure! And how funny that we, on our street, have all taken this step in the last year! Another milestone along the journey of life! LOL! Thanks for the humorous account!
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