|This is why the neighbors look at me funny|
The reminder of my run on the treadmill (during nap time) should have been cooler in theory, but we have large de-humidifiers running constantly since the Hurricane Irene flooding, so it's like running in a desert down there. Anyone who wants to train for Badwater, come on over.
I don't understand how someone so cute:
|I'm not supposed to be up here!|
Can drive me to the point of wanting to pull out my own hair in just a few hours:
|Ironic because hair pulling is one of the baby's favorite games|
Mondays are generally fussy days for Faith, mostly due to the harsh realization that she's stuck with just me all day instead of "Fun Daddy". It was worse than usual yesterday because on Sunday she had spent time with TWO grandmothers, one of whom had mini Oreos in her purse. Can you blame her for being bummed when she was stuck with boring old me the next day?
Also, my husband is in the process of getting a (second) master's degree and he has class after work on Mondays, so that means that it doesn't feel like my day ever ends. Normally he gets home at 5pm, and he always helps me with Faith and lets me take a breather. Also, "Fun Daddy" distracts the kid from scowling at me and trying to take flying leaps onto the poor sleeping dog. Faith's new favorite "Drive Mommy Crazy" game is to harass Peanut when she's sleeping. By harass, I mean body slam. I feel really bad for the dog and I'm trying to keep Faith from pushing her buttons, but "Let sleeping dogs lie" is a big thought for a one year old. (I try to make Peanut go sleep in our bed upstairs, but she just whines until I let her back downstairs).
|I like attention, any attention|
What day of the week feels the longest to you?
Is your hobby expensive?