as i sit here typing this, let's pretend that i look put together and calm like this:
instead of staring reality in the face: i.e.- wearing the same shirt i wore and slept in yesterday, two days unshowered, hair piled on top of my head in a ponytail/bun/whatever you call this nest of hair, no bra (why do i share these things?!), eating laffy taffys and grapefruit all day mess. in the backgnorud: "DOOOOOOOO! DAHHHHHHHHHH!" clomp, crash! "DOOOOOOOO! DAHHHHH!" tumble, crash! i think he's pulling things out of the trash, pronouncing their grim fate, and then throwing his toys at them. i have been a tired little slave to this being who has kidnapped my child and taken up shop in his remarkably strong body. i am just giving in to it.
he's planning his next mutiny, i can hear the devious silence in the next room! :)
yes, we went to the doctors yesterday and he has some stuff going on that we will try and take care of before leaving thursday night. i wonder what part of his rotteness the last two days is sickness that warranted a prescription for antibiotics, antihistamine, and pain reliever and what part of his bratiness is due to the fact that i have not let him leave the house for two and a half days straight? maybe both.
at any rate, happy, patient mommy is gone. the current mommy is hiding out in her bedroom typing this as her peripheral vision spots the little monster clicking a pen and waving it threateningly around his face and the walls.
...ok, took a break from typing to get said pen from his tight clutches, peel his tantruming body off the floor, change antibiotic induced poopy diaper (for the fifth time today), got him a sippy cup of ice water and put him promptly down for a nap.
well, i guess i should wrap this complaint up and get a nap in while he is snoozing.
let's remember the good times shall we:
i hope ambrose returns soon. this pod baby is entertaining to a point, but i like my real baby much better.