5:35 AM

I heard a click and 'Mama?' so very early this morning. A few seconds later, I was looking my blond haired, blue-eyed child in the face. I wish I knew why I have a child who likes to wake up so darn early in the morning. My alarm doesn't go off until 6:00, so why must he get up before it? Even when the alarm has the opportunity to go off when it's supposed to, I usually crawl back into bed for a few minutes. At least he was in a good mood.

Since I've been up so long already, I'm starving! Too bad I didn't stop at Hardee's like I thought about doing. I had to settle for peanut butter cookies. Not the best breakfast, but they sure were yummy. Lunch isn't until 12:30 and I've got several errands to run while I'm out. Guess it'll be fast food for me today back at the office.

Woohoo!

Tie-dying went very well tonight. We have no white on the fabric, but at least we ended up with different colors. I was very glad. Oh, and no messes either.

I am having a time getting Andrew to stay in bed after we tuck him in. I think I had to put him back in bed 5 times tonight. Ugh. He's finally out like a light.

I'm heading off to start diapers on their final rinse before they head to the dryer. Love CD'ing.

Yipes!

Is it possible that my not-quite-two-year-old is potty training himself?

Last night after putting a dry diaper on him, he stripped it off and marched himself into his bathroom. (This is not unusual). What was unusual is that his dipe was dry and that he sat his little hiney on his potty and actually peed in it! I was so amazed. Now, mind you, after I put his dipe back on him he promptly filled it up. Not a pleasant thing.

Another yipes! I am taking on the challenge of tie-dying with 3, 4, and 5 year olds tonight. Fortunately, our project isn't large. We will be dying a piece of fabric that is about 6" square. Should be interesting. We are learning about India in Mission Friends this month. We've learned that the people there dress in silk and they tie-dye things. I took Andrew's playsilks a couple weeks ago and the girls just loved them. (Thanks Allyson!) I'm keeping them with my stuff in case we run out of other activities to do before we run out of time.

It's about 10 minutes until quitting time, so I've got to start getting things ready to shut down and leave. Adios.

I'm not sure how much longer I can sit in this office with the negativity that flows around me. I've still not reached desperate, but I think I'm getting closer. I've been here for three years now and have been trying off and on to get out ever since. I don't have particularly high intentions for myself-I just want to make enough money to pay the bills. If I could do that working part time then I certainly would. I'd like to be able to spend more time at home with my son. It's really aggravating to want one thing but have to do another.

Oh, and the negativity begins again. It's not her fault. It's always everyone elses fault. Can't take the blame for anything.

Got to get outta here.

Remembering

Remembering all my friends who have lost little ones. You are all in my thoughts today.

I just wanna crawl back into bed

This has not been a good morning. Andrew was up at 20 'til 6 this morning. His normal wake up time is about 20 'til 7. I put him in bed with me since he wouldn't lay back down in his. We managed to stay there for about 30 minutes before he was absolutely ready to get up. So we got up, I jumped in the shower and the fit throwing began. He actually did okay while I was in the shower. After I got out of the shower was when the real fun began. Andrew took out his paci (presumabley to brush his teeth-we never got to it because of the fit) and somehow knocked it into the sink. I'm trying to get him off the durn thing so I wouldn't let him have it back. He pitched a fit. Cried and cried. I ignored, I comforted, I did whatever I could to get him to calm down. Nothing worked until I got his shoes on him. Then he tried to take his shoes off and threw another fit while I put them back on him. I got impatient and yelled. I hate yelling at my child. I feel sooo bad when I get impatient and yell at him. I mean, he's not even two yet. He's still learning. However, he does know when he's doing something he's not supposed to. He's got a look when he's thinking about doing something he's not supposed to. He'll have his head down and then cut his eyes up at me just before he does whatever forbidden thing it is. At least I have warning.

It's Official

I'm boring. I've been removed from blog line-ups and not even added to others. Can't win 'em all. :D

I had a three day weekend this week. Actually, a three and a half day weekend. Daycare called just as I got back to work from lunch to tell me that Andrew was running a fever. So I left to pick him up. On my way there, they called again to find out if I was going home first. Wha??? My kid is sick and they want to know if I'm going home first. Then she explained...Andrew had thrown up after they called me the first time and they didn't know if I had any extra clothes for him. I told her where to find them and continued on my way. So, he ran a fever for the rest of the day and then was fine the next day. I stayed home with him even though he was no longer running a fever and hadn't thrown up again. I'm not used to this SAHM stuff, so I was exhausted by the time Monday rolled around.

This weekend should be fun. Some of my internet friends are meeting at this zoo (www.hollywild.com) Saturday. I haven't been there in awhile, so it should be fun. Andrew hasn't been at all. I think he'll enjoy it. Clayton has to work Friday night, so he won't be joining us.

Still looking for something new on the job front. I've sent my resume to a couple different places but haven't heard anything. Just gonna keep looking until something comes up. Still undecided about going back to school for a teaching certificate. It's still in the back of my head, though. I think I would enjoy it. (Why couldn't I have started realizing this while I was still in college?)

Time for me to get back to work. UGH.

Is it too early?

I'm ready to start planning my Thanksgiving meal. We've got both of Clayton's brothers coming, his SIL, our nephew, my brother and SIL, my parents, and at least one of my grandmothers coming. Maybe a stray international student that goes to North Greenville College with one of Clayton's brothers. It's October 1st. I think I need to start planning. I'm not much of a planner, but when it comes to big things like this, I need to know what's going on and who will bring what. Or if I'm doing all the cooking. (I don't mind that...at least we'll have stuff I like!) I know for sure a turkey and my grandmom's dressing. (Note to self: Get grandmom to make it and write down the general directions for future use). Cranberry sauce, green bean casserole, sweet potato souffle, and creamed corn will also be on the menu. Hmmm...what else do we need? Maybe mashed potatoes for those who don't like sweet potatoes? Some kind of brown and serve roll. Oh! And dessert! YUM. I could go for some Thanksgiving food right now.

Deciding on the menu is the easy part. Getting my house ready will be the hard part. My house looks like a tornado hit it all the time. This is what happens when you have an almost 2 year old living there and parents who would rather spend time with him than cleaning. We need the carpets cleaned before anyone comes over. Straightening up and all that won't be too difficult if we take it a little at a time and do it often. We've got lots of clutter. Maybe it's time to start decluttering? I'm a packrat, so I hate to get rid of things. If I even *think* it could be used later, then it doesn't get thrown away.

Not only that, we get mail for my BIL who is in college and Clayton's parents who live in Argentina. We really need something to collect their useful mail in. (Bank statements and such-credit card apps get shredded). We could probably also use another bookshelf for the box of books that still remains packed in the computer room. No more wall space though. Maybe we just need to revamp our closets for storage space. You know, the kits that have shelving and stuff. I know Clayton could use something like that in the computer room where he keeps all his uniform stuff. Hmmm. I'll have to approach him with that idea.

Andrew cracks me up lately. He's so funny. I take him into daycare every morning and he has to look at the new little baby in his room. He gets the funniest look on his face when he looks at her. He doesn't quite smile. It's like he's trying not to smile. Too cute. He amazes me some days. He banged his elbow on something this morning and comes running to me saying 'babow, babow.' Besides his elbow and the normal body parts kids should know, he knows where his chin, knees, and ankles are.

All right, I've got work to get done before time to go home this afternoon, so I suppose I should get to it.