My top 5 favorite T.V Moms

So I've been wanting to write this entry for some time, but I had a hard time figuring out who is worthy of this list. There are far too many t.v shows to weed through to pick out the "best" moms. I mostly compiled this list from memory, and it contains, I guess what would be considered "modern" moms, as the shows I have chosen are from the 80s or later. Now remember, this is my opinion, and I welcome you all to comment with your list of Top 5 T.V Moms if you so desire.


At number 5 we have Jill Taylor of Home Improvement. I chose Jill because I always enjoyed watching her relationship with Tim and her boys. I always felt that their relationship was well written in the sense that it came off quite real. The chemistry between the actors was great. Tim and Jill were far from being the "perfect" couple. They had many arguments, but always managed to make up in the end. Their fights as a married couple were fairly easy to relate to, and nothing was too extreme.  As a married woman myself, I can watch reruns of this show and appreciate the playful name calling or teasing that took place between Jill and Tim, because that's pretty much how Mark and I are. We're always making fun of each other or calling each other names, but it's all in good fun. We would never intentionally put one another down, and our fights usually end in a laugh. I also like Jill because of her parenting skills. Her relationship with her 3 boys was written in a way that was believable to the audience. Her boys respect her, but they of course find her to be "uncool" at times. However, they listen to her when she tells them to do something, and when they screw up, they're grounded or given chores to do, which are realistic childhood punishments that kids and parents can relate to. I have seen numerous t.v shows where the parent would say something like, "You snuck out of the house, you're grounded for 1 month, and no t.v./phone." Just for sneaking out of the house? Come on. If Chase ever sneaks out of the house, yeah, she'll be disciplined, but I used to sneak out of the house ALL the time! I can't be too much of a hypocrite. So long as she's not doing anything horrible when she sneaks out, I think a firm talking to, and a warning would suffice. All I did when I snuck out was go off with my best friend and her friends to a local diner that's open 24/7. Or one time I snuck out and saw a late movie. OOOH Such a bad kid! So anyway, I like Jill because she's a working mom, a loving wife who puts up with her husband's crap and disastrous "home improvements", and she's a mother of 3 boys, which I imagine is not an easy job. I felt she deserved a spot on this list. So here's to you, Jill Taylor.

Coming in at number 4, we have the coffee guzzling, Metallica loving, quick-witted "cool" mom, Lorelai Gilmore. It's really no surprise that she made it to my list, since I have been a fan of the show Gilmore Girls (minus season 7, which was the last season, and it sucked). Anyway, Lorelai deserves a place on this list, and here's why: Even if you're not a fan of the show itself, it does have a good concept and aside from the quirky pop-culture references strewn across the script, there's an underlying message about teen moms. Lorelai gave birth to her daughter Rory when she was only 16 years old. She stayed with her wealthy parents for the first year or so of Rory's life, then decided to bail. She already wasn't living up to her parents' expectations (She didn't want to settle and marry Rory's father at such a young age, and she didn't want him to put his dreams on hold to take the easy way out by going to work for her father's company.) She also had dreams of her own, and thus decided to run away with Rory to a small town in her state. Since she was young, a high school drop out, and had a baby to take care of, she took a job working as a maid at a local Inn. She took up residence in an unused shed behind the inn and fixed it up to make it livable. Eventually, she made enough money to buy an actual 2 bedroom home in a nice neighborhood, and she worked her way up as the manager of the Inn. Eventually, she came to open her very own inn. I have a lot of respect for this character, because she's developed in a way that makes her realistic to viewers who, undoubtedly, can relate. She is a single mother who worked her ass off to provide for her daughter. She does not bring a ton of men in and out of her/her daughter's life. She's very responsible, nurturing, and always puts her daughter first. Everything she does in life is for her child. The relationship she has with Rory is almost perfect, but not so perfect to make it unrealistic. They have a handful of serious fights, but eventually move past them. As the seasons went on, I got kind of annoyed with the show, but looking back now, I can appreciate what they were trying to do. In the episode where Rory convinces her super-rich boyfriend to steal a yacht with her (she was trying to prove she's not always this uptight, school nerd or some shit like that, I forget), she ends up getting arrested. Lorelai finds it kind of amusing, and doesn't get overly upset, since Rory was 20 years old at this point, and she had NEVER been in trouble like this before. She makes some cracks about Rory's mug shot. Later on, Rory sits Lorelai down and tells her she is going to be taking time off from Yale (where she's a 3rd year student). The whole incident with the yacht and pressure that Rory has been feeling, leads her to this ridiculous decision. Lorelai is shocked by this, and basically disowns Rory until she gets her shit together. I like the way this part of the show is written because it shows that Rory is pretty much crapping all over everything she and her mom worked so hard for (it wasn't an easy task sending Rory to Yale, there were financial struggles, blah blah blah). Lorelai does what I think most moms would do, and flips out about this situation. Her one perfect relationship with Rory takes a long time to heal (a whole season, as a matter of fact). I like that they made it take a while for the two women to move past this huge fight because to me, I think that's how it would really be. I'd like to believe that my mom and I have a very Lorelai/Roryesque relationship, so I took this show to heart, and I still catch myself watching it in reruns from time to time.
At number 3 we have Mrs. Claire Huxtable. She's a career mom who is well respected by her family. She's the mother of 5 children and the wife of a successful OB/GYN.  She and her husband are hardworking, loving people. While they make a great living between the two of them, their kids are not spoiled, rich brats. Claire and Cliff make sure to teach their children about respect and the value of a dollar. Education in the Huxtable household is the most important thing in life next to family. I like Mrs. Huxtable because while she is sweet, knows how to have fun, and can show her "cool mom" side, she's also tough, and doesn't take BS from anyone. I specifically recall the episode of the Cosby Show where Vanessa is caught in a lie about something or other, and Claire really blows up at her. She's so furious and disappointed by Vanessa's actions, that she tells her she doesn't even want to hear it and screams at her to go upstairs to her room. This episode stands out because most of the episodes of the Cosby Show don't portray such drama. For the most part it's all, "We love our lives and our family, everything is sunshine and rainbows." Come to think of it...what even happens on The Cosby Show? I can't pick out any thing that makes me say, "Wow, what a powerful episode." But anyway, Claire is ordinarily this loving mom, but seeing her really lay into Vanessa shows that even the "best" moms know when to lay down the law. (ha...get it? 'Cause she's a lawyer.)

Ok movin' on. Coming in at number 2, we have the radiant Mrs. Kitty Foreman from That 70s Show. Kitty is just all around awesome. She's the peacemaker in her family, always explaining Red to Eric and Eric to Red, trying to save the father-son relationship. She loves to cook to please her family, and she also loves to entertain. I always viewed Kitty as the "Fun, outgoing" mom. She's the kind of mom I'd like to be, in a sense. She treats all of Eric's friends as her own children. She's always feeding them, giving them advice, helping them out when they need a mother-figure. She's a great mom and wife.  I love how when things get too stressful, Kitty just laughs her famous laugh and knocks back a nice-sized martini. If I had a drink in my hand right now, I'd toast to you, Kitty Foreman. You are definitely perfect for the number 2 spot on my list.

Last but certainly not least, coming in at number 1 I have chosen the one, the ONLY Mrs. Roseanne Conner.
Now, I know exactly what a lot of you are thinking. "Ew, Roseanne?" "Why?" "Ugh, her voice is so irritating." Yeah, yeah. But have you ever actually watched the show? If you have, and if you have any brains in your head at all, you would be able to appreciate the writing on this show. In my honest opinion, this is the one sitcom to ever portray REAL family issues in the most realistic way possible. For it's time, this was a very highly rated show. People all over were able to relate to the Conner family, and the jokes on this show were just amazing. Roseanne is a working mom, who goes from job to job trying desperately to help her husband make ends meet. They have 3 (later on in the series, 4) children. The sibling rivalry on this show is brilliant, and the way Roseanne and Dan parent these kids is right on with reality. The show is very smart, very funny, and Roseanne is definitely a top notch t.v. mom. She's quick on her feet, she's witty, she works hard, her family is always her number 1 priority, she has a good relationship with her kids, but never oversteps the friend boundary. She's a mother first, and she doesn't hesitate to shell out consequences for misbehavior. Something I do enjoy about the show is how it starts off being completely realistic in the first few seasons, but then as the years go on, the storyline becomes more obscure. WARNING: I am about to give a shit ton of spoilers, but I think that's ok, because if you've never followed Roseanne, chances are, you're not about to load it up on Netflix and get in to it now in 2011. (But you should). Anyway, so things take a turn for the better in the Conner family. They hit the lottery and win all kinds of money, redecorate their house, take a big vacation to Disney World, and things just get a little far-fetched. It's not until the series finale you find out that Roseanne, who has always been a writer at heart (before marrying Dan and starting a family, she had dreams of being a famous writer for a magazine, and she had dreams of selling books, too. Several episodes throughout the series bring up this fact) was simply writing a story of her life and how she wished it could have been. The Conners never hit the lottery, Darlene was the one who was married to Mark, and Becky with David instead of it being the other way around. In the episode where Darlene and David get married, Dan suffers a heart attack. He ends up being ok, and going on to live out his life. However, in the series finale, it is revealed through Roseanne's writing that Dan actually died that day. The finale is actually quite heartbreaking, but brings back the realism that the show always possessed. Here, the whole show was supposedly just one big story written by Roseanne Conner. She wrote things as she saw them, not how they truly were. She sort of lived in her head, which I think is genius. One could argue that this is too much like all of those shows/movies where something terrible happens, then the character wakes up and we find it was all just a dream. Maybe it is sort of like that, but it was done tastefully and it wasn't entirely a big, "fuck you" to the fans because this ending really worked for the show. I am currently rewatching the whole series on Netflix, and if you really pay attention, they almost build you up for such an ending. They keep bringing up the fact that Roseanne is a talented writer, and they make comments about how she should really get back in to it, and in one episode, she does. Why else would they continuously mention this gift of hers, if it had nothing else to do with the show other than just being her hobby? Exactly. So hats off to you, Roseanne Conner. The funniest, craziest, most diligent, and most importantly, most realistic mother to ever be on t.v.

NKOTBSB OMG!!! LOLZ

us with Sean Cunningham.

This was seriously one of the best weekends I've had in a long time. On Friday, Mark, Chase, and I went out shopping, then spent the rest of the day at Longwood Gardens. (www.longwoodgardens.org) check it out if you're unfamiliar. We walked around, took in the sites, then grabbed some food at the cafe. It was a really nice family outing, and the weather was perfect.
Saturday was an even better day. My cousin Jeff, aka (TP, short for Total Package) came over at 10am, and the 4 of us hit the road and spent the entire day in Baltimore. We got there a little before noon and went to the Mariott for Monster Mania. (www.monstermania.net). Monster Mania is a horror movie convention where you can meet the stars of horror flicks, watch movies, and buy lots of cool merchandise. We met Kane Hodder and Sean Cunningham (Kane Hodder was Jason Vorhees in Friday the 13th VII, VIII, IX, and X) and Sean Cunningham created the series. Chase loved Sean Cunningham. She kept grabbing his beard and trying to go to him. He was very nice and he kept talking to Chase and telling her how pretty she is. It was pretty awesome.
After talking with Sean, we were going to go wander around the vendors room to buy some cool stuff, when this actress called us over. She was like, "I have to say hi to this beautiful baby! Bring her over!" The actress was in Friday the 13th VIII (which isn't the best movie, but that's ok, she was really sweet). She asked if she could take a picture with Chase! Chase's t-shirt said "Camp Crystal Lake, Final Girl in Training" and all the Friday the 13th stars loved it. The actress from VIII said Chase has everything it takes to be the "final girl." It was a adorable. Here's the pic:

After that we bought some cool plushies. We got Chase a rainbow Cthulhu and we got a stuffed Jason Vorhees and Trick or Treater from the movie Trick 'R Treat. When we finished up at the convention, we headed over to the Baltimore Inner Harbor where we watched some awesome breakdancing street performers. They were very talented, and with the added comedy from the host, the show was more entertaining than we could have expected. We wandered around for a while, then had dinner at the Hardrock Cafe. We finished up the day with a little browsing in some stores, and had dessert at the Marble Slab (which is a really good ice cream place). Chase was SO good all day. She didn't fuss or cry once, and we were gone all day. We got home around 9pm. She slept great when we got home, too. I always laugh when people insist that "we don't know what kind of baby Chase will be in another few months." They've been saying this since she was born. She's been a great sleeper and an all around happy baby literally since day 1. She's now 7 months old, is TEETHING, and she doesn't fuss about it. She just chews the crap out of everything. 2 teeth are currently breaking through, and normally at this phase, (most) babies are cranky and don't sleep well. Chase is the complete opposite. If I can spend 2 days entirely out of the house with a teething baby, I think that proves that she's never going to change her ways. She's actually napping right now after sleeping from 9pm-6:30am without waking up once.
So Friday and Saturday were really fun, but Sunday...that was just, dare I say, "epic?" (I hate the word "epic" and I hate when people throw it around as an adjective for EVERYTHING. "That show was epic." "That movie was so epic." "I fell yesterday. Epic fail.") Really? Shut the fuck up. Anyway, Sunday night was frickin' awesome. My friend Ed, my aunt, cousin, and I went to the New Kids on the Block/Backstreet Boys concert. Ed and I had a great view, but were a little high up. Not nose-bleed, but enough to make us feel a little uneasy because we don't like heights. After getting settled in our seats, we were fine, it was just that initial climb that has us on edge. As the ticket promised, the show began at 7:30pm. I wasn't sure if there was going to be an opening act, or if New Kids were the headliner and BSB were the opener...we had no idea what to expect. So out comes this DJ and he's all "What's up Philly?! How you guys doin' ta-night?" and all that nonsense, then he told us to "make some noise for Ashlyne!" and Ed and I were like, "Um...who?" So out comes this total butterface (you know, everything looks good but her face) and she's wearing this sequin bathingsuit-like ensemble and she sings like Minnie Mouse on crack. It was God-awful. The choreographer was good, but overall, that performance was wiggity whack, and the DJ was completely unnecessary. Ashlyne is this upcoming "artist" with an album coming out this month, but I don't think she'll be around long. I thought Kesha was a trainwreck, this Ashlyne...ugh. All of her songs sounded exactly the same. Thank God she only performed for 15 minutes before the REAL opening act came on. I was pleasantly surprised that Jordan Sparx was the opener. I actually really enjoy her music, and when she was on American Idol, I rooted for her the whole time. She sang beautifully and looked fantastic last night. She put on a good opening act. About 20 minutes or so after Jordan left the stage, NKOTBSB made their grand entrance. All 9 guys were on the stage at the same time, it was every former teeny bopper's wet dream. After their opening song, they basically took turns being on stage to perform, which was awesome because we got to experience both boy bands simultaneously. But you know, as much as I loved every minute of their performances, and don't get me wrong, I was singing along at the top of my lungs, I couldn't help but think how sad this was at the same time. Think about it, the guys of New Kids were teens in the 80s. Donnie was what, 15 when he was discovered and recruited for the group in 1984. He still looks good, but come on, do you really want to be in a boy band when you're in your 40s?! Danny Wood was looking old as shit, too. BSB are also getting up there in age, before you know it, we'll have former teeny boppers throwing their denchers on stage instead of panties. Instead of doing fancy dance moves, the boy bands will be hobbling around with walkers and doing some sweet spins in their hover-rounds. How old do you have to be before they stop calling you a "boy band?" Kudos for still making music, and I probably will hit up the next tour for nostalgic purposes, but when you're in your 40s and still considered a boy band and DRESSING like you're a boy band still in your teens, it is pretty sad. But MOST of the guys still looked and sounded great, and it was a good time...so...I'll leave it at that. I have realized that I am still a teeny bopper at heart, and I will probably always be this way. I still hold Hanson, New Kids, BSB, Spice Girls, etc. close to me, as their music played a hefty role in my childhood/early teens. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go on a hunt for my BSB cds. I know they're in this house somewhere...

Responsibilty, what's that?

I have come to the obvious conclusion that people are like a pair of dice. We all have different sides, and depending on how we are "rolled" in a situation, that's the number (or side) we show. Some of us have sides that we keep hidden from our family and friends. Some of us let all these sides show, although it could take years for certain ones to be seen. As I grow older, I'm realizing more and more how many of my "friends" have these different sides, that I was too naive to see before. Some friends have changed for the better, some I contemplate deleting from my Facebook, thus inevitably deleting them from my life (because let's face it, if it weren't for the social networks, more than half of us wouldn't have kept in touch...no matter how close we were in the past). It's not that simple to just cut someone completely out. Maybe to some people it is, but not to me. I hold on to things/people longer than I probably should. I know that whole cliche saying about how people are meant to come in to your life to love you, hurt you, blah blah blah. My problem is, I dwell on things too much and for too long. This would be one of my sides. The side that loves, attaches, gives too much, then gets left standing in a lonely cloud of dust wondering what I did wrong to make people leave or mistreat, and take my friendship for granted. This side has been here for years. Lately I have been discovering a new side, however. A side that says, "Fuck these people." And you know what? I like this side. I'm not going to go out of my way for people any more when they don't acknowledge or appreciate it.
Along with this new side of mine, I have realized a few others. There's my immature side...the 13 year old version of myself that still blares Hanson and Backstreet Boys music, sings all the lyrics at the top of my lungs, likes to throw silly themed parties and hand out childish favors. The one that watches hours and hours of Dawson's Creek or Full House episodes, and orders toys I owned in the 90s off of Ebay. (Total waste of money, but worth it for sheer nostalgic purposes...and I only ordered a few dolls...) whatever, shut up, Chase can play with them when she's older. GOD! Must you question everything I do?
Anyway, let's sum up this portion of the entry but briefly mentioning the rest of my new found sides, shall we? I have the wife side. She's mature, she takes care of things, tracks down missing keys and shoes. She makes the bed, cleans the house, does the laundry. She makes plans on behalf of her husband with family and friends. She cooks, and she's damn good at it. Sometimes, admittedly, she feels trapped, but she loves her life and wouldn't trade it. She's a mother, too. And the mommy side is in a whole different world entirely. It's tiring, it's emotional, it's amazing, it's fun, it's frustrating, it's rewarding, it's knowing that you did something completely right and feeling your heart just melt and your body turn into a puddle of mush the moment that baby smiles at you for the first time, and that every time the baby smiles and laughs and learns something new, you feel that mush moment all over again just like the first time. It's the best side a woman could have and it's my favorite.
Alright, I think this part of the blog has become gooey enough, so let's abruptly change the topic.
Plus, I think I overused the word "side", so stop with thiiis.
The housewife part of my die has a lot of work to do today. With the holiday weekend, I let chores fall by the wayside, and my laundry has been piling up for weeks. I have been up since 7:30am and have only done one load of laundry so far because 13 year old me said, "I don't wanna do my chores, I wanna watch season 4 of Dawson's Creek!" But I suppose I should get to work, I mean the baby is napping, so this would be the opportune moment. That, and I just finished the last episode on disc 2 of Dawson. I suppose the mature thing to do would be not to pop in disc 3 right now. We'll just have to  see which side is rolled...

Till next time.

Blarg

This week has been nothing but stress, and anger, and it just...it makes me...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've been ignoring my phone, and trying not to comment on status updates on Facebook because I fear I may say something that I don't mean just out of sheer annoyance at the world. It's just one of those weeks where stupid, little things keep going wrong, but they're just adding up to really piss me off. The pathetic thing is, I can't even pinpoint any one specific thing. It's just...one of "those" weeks. I was especially pissed off today. I was up 4 oz. when I got on the scale at my weigh in, and while that's really nothing, it still made me mad because I'm supposed to be in control of this thing. But this week, frankly my dear, I just didn't give a damn. Or a fuck. Or a shit. (I love adding unnecessary swear words in to sentences). I haven't gotten much sleep, and not because of Chase, I just because I couldn't sleep. Mark and I have this deal that when he comes home from work in the morning, he's supposed to take the baby for an hour or 2 so I can catch up on sleep. However, in the past week and a half, he hasn't even offered to take her. He was off yesterday, and he slept for like, 13 hours. He came home this morning and crashed on the couch, and didn't take Chase till I came downstairs ranting and raving about how I was lacking sleep and the least he could do was take his daughter so I could sleep for a little bit longer. I also  had my weigh in and whatnot today, so I was out for like, an hour. I was expecting my new phone to come via FedEx, so I asked Mark if he could sign for it if it came while I was out. He parked himself on the couch with the dogs, so that he would be sure to wake up and answer the door if he fell asleep. Sure enough, I came home, and there was a FedEx notice on the door indicating that nobody was there to sign for the package, so it will be here tomorrow instead by 3pm. I was livid. Normally, shit like this doesn't get to me. I've missed packages plenty of times, and they always came first thing the next day, but this incident was basically the last straw. I was really looking forward to getting that phone today and I considered it to be a big highlight for my week. But when I came home and realized I couldn't even count on Mark to answer the frickin' door, I just lost it. I know, it's dumb, but we all have our breaking points, and this was mine. Mark apologized and we made up, and all is well, but I can't help the small amount of agitation I still feel. Also, I say "but" a lot. Forgive me, I type as if I were speaking, so this is just how my thoughts come out. No editing, a slew of grammatical and spelling errors...all for your enjoyment. I just can't wait to go back to work so that I don't have to deal with this crap any more. I'm just tired of the same mundane routine. I have gained even more respect for permanent housewives (REAL ones) who do this day in and day out until their kids are grown. I've been doing this for approximately 1 year and 4 months, and I am so over it. I don't care what anyone says, being a housewife is more difficult than your typical 9-5 job. True story.

A little update, and some info about my new job :)

I graduated college in 2008 with a degree in Early Childhood/Elementary Education. I minored in Special Education, and I received state certification for Early childhood and special ed. It has been next to impossible trying to find the "perfect" teaching job. My county is extremely competitive, and now a lot of districts are laying off hundreds to thousands of teachers! I have taught preschool (which I loved) and I substitute taught, but I have been longing for my own classroom that operates in a traditional fashion. Well, I have been job hunting like a boss. Pretty much have been job hunting since I quit my last job, but not so actively. after a long search, I finally found a great job. A learning center in my county is expanding and opening up an elementary school for k-3 students. Their goal is to add 4th and 5th grade by 2012, and eventually add on 6-8th grade. The center is like a dream! I have worked in learning centers before, but this one tops them all. It has a nurse's office with a certified nurse on staff at all times (which I have NEVER seen in any other center around here), a library, several activity rooms (i.e. computer room), child care for infancy up to Pre-K, a wonderful playground that has a beautiful view of a fricken WATERFALL, and this list goes on and on. From the outside front view, the building doesn't look as big as it really is. Inside is like a maze. There's elevators, several staircases, a ton of rooms. There's a full kitchen with staff, and there's several break rooms for the employees. I've never had that luxury before (well, aside from the actual school where I substitute taught). I will be teaching kindergarten for this beautiful private school, but the best part? I get to bring Chase to work with me! While I am teaching in the school section on the 5th floor, Chase will be enrolled at a 1/2 price discount in the infant room on the 2nd floor. They pay well, they offer a full benefits package, and the owner is one of the most kind people I have ever met. He interviewed me personally...at my last center, I was lucky if I could even recall the owner's name. He said I was a "gem" and anyone would be a fool not to hire me. It was such a great experience, I forgot I was even being interviewed. The staff are all so friendly. Everyone greeted me kindly. I even was told to bring Chase with me to the interview! She got to spend some time in the infant room with 2 very nice employees and some fellow babies. They said she didn't cry or fuss at all, which was a big deal because lately if I hand her off to anyone, she freaks out and exhibits early signs of separation anxiety. I am really looking forward to starting this job. I am happy to be able to take Chase with me, so she can begin learning in a loving environment and socialize with other babies her age. I want her to get used to other people.
I would absolutely recommend this school to anyone looking for a place to send their children. I was able to visit some of the other rooms, too. I saw the toddler room (2 year olds), and they were all quiet, sitting in their seats and having a snack. The 3 year old room was a little chaotic, but there was no yelling from the teachers. One of the teachers said the kids were getting ready for recess, which is why they were all so hyper and running around (which I have experienced more times than I can count, so I didn't even think anything of this).
Now I know what you're all thinking, "But Laura, what about this awesome blog about being a housewife?" Aww, don't cry, guys. I don't start my job until August. Perhaps I will start a new blog and call it....Working Moms 101? The possibilities are endless...

And I said HEY! What's goin' on?

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This entry...sucks.

I think Chase is in denial about her age. She will be 6 months old on the 5th, but last night she slept as though she were still a newborn. She was awake every 2 hours...not even to eat, she was just tossing and turning and she just seemed frustrated. I was getting frustrated as well, and a frustrated mom+a frustrated baby is not a good mix. About the 5th time she woke up, she stayed awake for nearly 2 hours. Sigh. And of course Mark was no help because when he got home from work, he immediately crashed on the couch. I can't blame him, though. 3rd shift really sucks balls, and he didn't sleep that great over the weekend.

But anyway, so that was good times. Now this morning has been the morning from hell. I went to get my breakfast entree out of the microwave, and I completely ignored the warning that said: "Caution, peel back plastic cover with care." Burned the eff out of my left index finger. Then, as I was bringing said boiling entree of doom into the living room to eat, my dumbass self wasn't paying attention and I stubbed my toe on Chase's bouncy seat. So now my finger and my toe are both throbbing, and I'm trying to feed Chase her oatmeal, but she's too interested in pulling her bib off and playing with it. I have a bunch of errands to run today, and my mom just called asking if I wanted to combine our errand-running for the afternoon. Also, I'm beginning a Spring cleaning project on my house. I am planning on cleaning every crevice within this hell-hole, and getting rid of any and all clutter I come across. I am tired of all this stuff. I don't understand how Mark and I managed to accumulate so much unnecessary shit over the years. There are bags and bags of clothes in the basement that need to be donated...and have been sitting there for, no joke, 4 years. We just never got around to taking them to Goodwill, so instead I am scheduling for Purple Heart to come and take all this stuff away. Our basement looks like a scene from Hoarders. My summer projects are going to be setting up the guest room as well as my sewing room. I also want to start designing Chase's playroom, although actual construction on that won't take place until she's a toddler.
So my list today is a lengthy one, and I'm skipping the gym because I need to get this stuff taken care of, otherwise I'm gonna go insane.

Anyway, this entry blows, so Imma end it now. I'll come back when I have more witty and interesting things to say.

Oh yeah, and Osama's dead. That's pretty sweet, amirite? Virtual high five. Nice.