One less thing

Dear God,

I decided that I was going to cut my son's mullet style hair today.

I have been asking my husband to do it for weeks, but last night he says "Why can't you just do it?".

Exactly.

So, before lunch and nap time today, I took out the fancy Conair Clippers and found guard #6 and 7. Elijah and I sat on my bath room floor, him in my lap, and began to cut. It was a fun task, I do admit. After doing his whole head with the #7 I decided that I would get fancy and try out the #6 on the sides and in the back.. I am awesome I know. That actually worked really well. Elijah just sat there giggling patiently. I then took the guard off and tried to line up the back of his neck.. again I rock..

Bath time!

I was washing his hair and I noticed that he had a little bit of blood on him.. I wiped it with a towel and sure enough there was about a 1 inch scratch where the clippers had clipped his little baby boy neck. He never let on that I was hurting him with this horrible machine! He is OK, but now I wonder what kinds of stories people will make up in their heads as they see it .

I tried to be a good mother and wife and just take care of it because as we both know, If I don't do it ..............

His dad is doing it next time.

Love,

Tiffany

Am I the only one out there who doesn't have it together?

I wake up EVERY day at 6. It doesn't matter if I am sick or tired or recovering from major surgery.

I emerge from my bedroom to a disaster.

I make breakfast and turn on Playhouse Disney before doing anything else.

I start the dishes from the day before, because by the end of the previous day I was entirely to exhausted to do anything else before bed.

I pick up laundry, toys, goldfish, Cheerios, mangled grapes and what not from my living room and kitchen.

It is now 7 am.

I need a nap.

I continue to clean the kitchen, which never seems to stay clean for longer then 5 minutes.

I turn around from finishing dishes and such to find that the kitchen and living room floor is now once again covered in laundry, toys, shoes, goldfish, and scrambled eggs.

My $300 coach purse is hanging out of a cabinet with some sort of paste made of goldfish all over it.

I start over.

My wonderful and perfect little boy is patiently sitting on the couch with his cup, just as sweet as pie.... as poop oozes from his diaper all over my beige couch. Really?? Come on!

I get him cleaned up, the couch cleaned up for the 3rd time this week, and plop him in the living room so I can go to the bathroom for 2 seconds.

I of course cannot go to the bathroom by myself because God only knows what would happen if I didn't allow my son to come with me.

This cycle continues all day........

I make dinner, which always produces mad amounts of dishes even though there is only 3 of us.

There the dishes sit until tomorrow.

I haven't even touched laundry, bathrooms, floors or any kind of spring cleaning. I can hardly keep my living room and kitchen picked up.

I see these women with immaculate houses and perfectly organized lives.............I just can't seem to pull it all together!!!

a random rambling..........when synapses do not connect

I am sitting here listening to the 'old skool rap sunday' playlist on my ipod.. Warren G is keeping me company whilst I take a rare moment to say hello to my loyal readers.
Do you ever just sit back and really miss the past? I have been having a lot of moments like that lately, hence the high school music mix. Although, high school is the last thing that I miss. Time has really just flown by in the last 5 years and I feel like I didn't stop to appreciate anything while I was there. That kind of freedom I can hope to see again in about 16.5 years............ I also know that there are fewer people around me that know what I mean if I say ........don't cry, dry your eye..And here comes your mother with those two little guys ..her mean mother steps then says to me "Hi!!"
I am getting old and boring. What the hell.. Did I grow up? not possible, I can still have fun.....................right??