This too shall pass

Yesterday evening I had a night to myself a whole four hours before bed to chill. After no potential dates with men willing to swoon over me with large amounts of adult beverages and or sushi. I planned to sit at home with a beer to chill and do what ever I wanted. That's just what I did after making the quickest trip to Meijer ever, returned bottles, grab an iced tea, cashed out my $7, headed to the gas station to put my last $7 for the week in the tank to get to work in the morning, all this and not a single child asked me to ride the electric pony or buy a frozen coke.
Funny thing is one would think with four hours there is alot you could do, paint toe nails, write a post on the blog, catch a movie, read a book, do house work, etc., etc. So what I did is plant my butt in front of the computer and download and upload pictures I have been meaning to for the last year with a beer, that translates into absolutely NOTHING. Then when my sister came home the only light was the one shining from the computer monitor. She asked me how long I had been parked in that position, I gave her a death look stare and told her the "SSSSHHH" for the last three hours there has been nothing but the occasional blower of the a/c humming in the basement and I had forgotten what that sound was like. She then walked around the house turning on lights, starting laundry, folding clothes, putting away dishes, and cussing as if no one does anything around the house. I then mentioned my toilet was plugged up and asked if she could take care of it, which sent her in a search, the same search I had taken a few hours before, for a plunger we no longer owned. As of right now the toilet is still yelling for a plunger which I have remind my sister to pick up on the way home.
My day at work has been the longest ever and if I didn't need to pay my bills so bad I would pack it up and grab my baby, go home and do something productive. Get this weekend started cause I need a nap.

Mothering Instinct

My cold has almost subsided if you don't listen to me talk, cough, or walk for that matter you would never know I still had mucus filled in left side of my head. If I move to quickly my equilibrium is thrown off and even a two year old can knock me on my ass. Last night I thought after I put Morgan down to sleep I could take the NyQuil my sister had hidden under her bed and get a good nights rest. Only when I put Morgan down for the night (and what I thought was asleep) she feels the need to get up and roam the house until she finds me so she can intertwine her limbs around my neck and spine. This is nice for about fifteen minutes until she falls asleep again leaving me with ten inches of a queen size bed and hanging on the edge so as not to fall to my death in my sleep. Then starts the pins and needle feeling in the right side of my body because the leg I have positioned to hold me and a 28 pound child up for the night is about to give way from the loss of blood supply.
Before you judge me on the sleeping habits, I know me the parent, has created let's take a look at what I would miss if I don't give myself the opportunity to lay down with my child for the night.....
My daughter has an array of stuffed toys, a few play coins, a couple animal figurines, a favorite blanket, and a hand full of "yellow" balls that accompany her in the big girl bed every night. There is an inventory taken almost every night to make sure she isn't missing anyone, by that I mean fellow stuffed toys named George in three different sizes, and then she takes the time to put everyone on their bellies to sleep. Then she will turn to me and say "see you in the morning". Cute, no? Most nights it is others not so much. Like the nights she will rearrange for more than ten minutes and I ended up getting knocked in the head with a baton that somehow appears from under the covers, then I usually throw my hands in the air while yelling "abort""abort" I am going to my own bed "PEACE OUT"!
The nights I love the most are the "Mom, I Love You" nights where Morgan will remind me of how much she loves me, and I can hear myself through her mouth when she whispers "your my favorite" and she closes her eyes and drifts asleep, and the smells of her hair below my nose makes me stay in the comfort of her choke hold and I can't imagine a better place to be.
I realize I am missing out on many prime time television shows or movies and the time to myself that I need to unwind, update this blog, paint my toe nails, take a hot bubble bath, write a thank you note, start a new addiction like twitter or hey here's one I haven't done in awhile read a book! These things I am taking away from myself to invest in a nurturing environment to share with my one and only child.

So I'm a Slacker

I think of this blog each and every day I honestly do, but the man been putting the axe down at work since we are slow like everyone else and I have been makin myself busy earning my keep. Because it has been so slow at work I decided to take a vacation. Yes a vacation like away from the city, away from the menotiny of life. In fact I am pulling all stops and previous plans to hitch a ride with my Auntie to the northern part of Michigan they call Indian River tomorrow, to a place we in the family call the cottage. I want to apologize in advance to anyone who may have expected me to be at their party and partaking in the consumption of beer and food. Opportunity to travel without making a five hour trip alone with a toddler who at some point will become irratiable or irrational blurting GET ME OUT at some point makes my vacation seem more like vacation rather than me jumping in the lake or off a bridge by the time we get there. Not to mention the savings in gas and quality time spent talking about the wonderful drinks we will prepare once we are on the dock sunbathing.

I can't remember the last time I made it to the cottage for family time but I am looking forward to it. Morgan has never been to the cottage, or out on a pontoon ride, or to Spanky's for ice cream. That is what I am most looking forward to, new memories and experiences my girl will grow to know.

UP North here we come!!

Oh and a couple of pictures of Morgan enjoying the fireworks last weekend in The Clem, in case you forgot how cute she is, she loved every minute.