Killing Me Softly
I had planned to write a very deep, thought-provoking post today but my children are slowly killing my brain cells. The kids have been taking turns waking up between 3 a.m. and 4 a.m. every day this week. They have either had “bad dreams” or “needed a drink of water” but, really, they are simply wearing us down so that we are easier to subdue. Sleep deprivation is only part of the scheme and, last night, Zeca threw in an Epic Trantrum for good measure. If you follow me on twitter, you’ve seen this. For those who don’t do twitter, I provide the stream for your amusement:
We took a wrong turn and ended up in Tantrumville. We have come face to face with the Mayor and may not live to tell the tale.
The Mayor of Tatrumville is now screaming at the tourists. Where’s a good police state when you need one?
We are the only obstacle standing between them and world domination so you better hope we stay strong.
Fortunately, I don’t actually have to write a post today. I wrote a little something last week for Grace the Spot for their series on “Stuff Lesbians Like” and it was published today. Those lezzies at Grace the Spot are pretty darn funny so I am honored to have something up over there. So, go check it out!
Stuff Lesbians Like Part 104: The Environment
Meanwhile, I’ll be right here…resisting the hostile takeover and hoping for a good night’s sleep.
Posted: May 28th, 2009 under Uncategorized.
Comments
Comment from Dr. Ding
Time May 28, 2009 at 11:17 am
I recommend bourbon and lots of it.
Also: loved the Grace the Spot piece. I think you need to write a book!
Comment from Amy
Time May 28, 2009 at 11:48 am
My son has tried to put himself in charge and get me dismissed from my job as “mom.” When I have mentioned that if I was gone he would need to do all sorts of stuff like cooking, cleaning, shopping, etc. he responded promptly that if he was in charge he would watch shows all day long and dictate that I do all of the work. In other words, when he is in charge he will delegate to me all the stuff I already do. In fact, on the way to drop him off at preschool this a.m. he was discussing his plan. He admitted that I was necessary to: (1) drive him places (2) cook for him and (3) reach “things” for him. About five minutes later he began singing me a song about how much he loves me . . . .
Comment from kimberly
Time May 28, 2009 at 8:15 pm
hey, i’ve been following your blog for a while and finally just added you to twitter… not sure what took me so long 
i update, but i have no idea how to use it. i’m the only one of my friends who uses twitter, and i’m technilogically illiterate. looking forward to following you on there! good luck with the tantrums. i’d give you some advice, but i have no idea…
Comment from Susan
Time May 28, 2009 at 8:37 am
Ugh. I feel for you, awake over there in Tantrumville. You know I do, and not just because our kids (well, one in particular, but often both) are doing the same thing. As for world domination, I’ve come to the conclusion that my four-year-old (and likely yours) couldn’t do a worse job than the people currently running California, so perhaps things aren’t as bad as they seem.