Birthdays, presents, and stinky smells

Yet again time for another Random Tuesday. I am discovering I am more angry than random on Tuesdays....well, not angry just....pent up.

My little ones are growing up too fast, although I guess we all say that. It isn't too often you hear "won't this kid please grow up and get the h-e-double hockey sticks out already?" Well, I guess you do from the time they are like 11-18. But not when they are little. I am willing to let my children live with their grandparents during that age. I don't need a mini me telling me what I am thinking and doing wrong. And I already have a husband to roll his eyes at me.  Anyway, I went to order my daughter's first birthday cake from Safeway. Remember when you used to automatically get the little free cake for their first birthdays? Well, not anymore, now you have to get a special card in the mail for it. What I can't figure out is why I didn't get the card, but my friend whose youngest is four did? And why does she keep getting formula samples and diapers when I don't. It is some conspiracy I tell you.

Since I have done my fair share of complaining about the hubby, I should mention that some little cleaning bug got that man last week. I LOVED it. I have a VERY organized pantry now. Add that to me re-organizing the cabinets, it is wonderful. That being said, why is it when it is his turn to plan dinner, the second the words "what do you want to eat" come out of my mouth, he starts rattling off fast food places. This happened last night after I picked up an extra hour or so of work. What exactly does he think I was picking up extra hours for anyway? Because I thought it would be fun to just sit on the phone for an extra hour so he can take that whole hours worth of pay and blow it on something that is going to make my butt even bigger? Thanks babe.

I am SO not feeling random today. Crabby, yes, random no. And very very tired. Maybe this is how Random Tuesdays came about. Monday kicked our butts, so Tuesday we are so tired random is the only way we CAN think. Maybe? Not so much? Who knows.

Back to the hubby. I must say he is being sweet. He had something all fancy dancy planned to get me for my 4th 29th birthday on Thursday. But then the laptop broke, so we had to get me this thing, because I would die with out you all. So then he said he found something else he wants to get me "that is only $80". Sigh. When we got this I said "now this is both my bday and Christmas present" yes, yes, I knew dang well he would get me something else for Christmas and I would have been mad a little bummed. And THEN he goes "well I got you something for Christmas too, it will be about $40. Just take it out of my gift." Well now come on, he knows dang well that I WON'T do that. That is just wrong. Well, kind of wrong. You know deep down I really do think I deserve it. But it isn't nice. Hopefully there will be some sort of Black Friday Cyber Monday deal for what I want to get him. Really though, he is probably thinking that what he REALLY wants for Christmas just involves some liquor, a babysitter and maybe a big red bow. Is it bad that this seems like more work than working extra hours to buy the present?

In my and my son's words, I am DONE with IE. I don't even use it for blogging, I use firefox, but when I am working I use IE so that is what is on my desktop. Well, IE all of a sudden for absolutely no good reason took out my right sidebar. The only way to fix this is to limit the posts per page to 7, but then the bottom looks all funky and empty. UGH! I am so glad these things are supposed to make our lives so much easier so I can spend my day hating computers.

If you want to get over an addiction to a certain food, just eat a lot. For some reason last week all I wanted was hard boiled eggs. I ate five in one sitting. I don't want eggs anymore. Not sure I want anything anymore.

Why do I bother to sanitize the cart so that the second my son gets out he goes and licks the windows or the floor? WTH does he do that in the first place?

My little man spent his first night away from mommy last weekend. I did okay, kind of. Alright, I cried like a baby because all day we were having issues, I had to put him in timeout in Wal-mart, then we get home and he wouldn't listen to me so he took his nap while still mad at me and then by the time he got up it was time to go. And when I say cried, I mean I all out bawled like a baby. And then, my sweet daughter wanted no one on one time. Heck no! She had free reign of every toy in the house. She refused to sleep! This was too good! It was like DisneyLand. I don't think she played with any toy longer than five minutes, because she had to go on to the next one that she could play with without being bopped in the head. Amazing how quiet it is with one child gone, though. Too quiet.

And really I have to pee now so I am going to end this. Although I know that while I am sitting there, I may come up with something else. But do you really want to know what I think about while I am in the bathroom? I spent a whole week thinking I needed to visit the Dr. for some problem I had because when I was working all I smelled was a mysterious fart like smell. I thought maybe I had done it one too many times and the smell was ingrained in my office chair. Guess what..no. I am clean. My hubby threw a bad shot at the trash can. Why he is throwing diapers in my trash I don't know. Although I have been eating all those eggs. Another conspiracy.

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