The Queen's Rambles

Just a few minutes ago I started searching frantically for the tab that had my in-progress post and couldn’t find it. Oh no! I knew I must have had one going because I remember doing a lot of typing, even though I had no idea what I was typing about.

Then I noticed an open e-mail tab.

I’d been typing and typing an e-mail to my friend and had forgotten all about it. Even though it was what I’d been working on for the last 20 minutes.

I blame the lack of sleep.

Erik came in at some point and was crying because he was having a bad dream. Some nights I am able to be the stern, strict mother that makes him go back to his own bed. I always lay with him until he goes to sleep, so I guess I’m not too cold-hearted, but it still makes me feel guilty. My baby is scared! He needs his mommy! Must not let my baby be eaten by crocodiles!

Last night he was so pathetic that I couldn’t send him back to his room, even though it would have been best for both of us. I then spent the next several hours with a naked kid shoving his face into my armpit while his sticky, sweaty body stuck to me. Great call. How on earth did we ever co-sleep for three years?

Well, for one thing, he was still wearing pajamas when we were co-sleeping. I kind of laugh when the Sprout commercial for giving poor kids pajamas comes on. Every child deserves a good night. That’s the tag line and I don’t disagree. I’m sure many of those children really do need pajamas to sleep comfortably and keep warm. It just cracks me up since my own child refuses to put them on. We are very lucky to have easy, on-demand heating and cooling so he doesn’t freeze. I know there are many children who aren’t so lucky. But I still can’t help giggling.

Btw, thank you all so much for your advice about the ebay situation. I didn’t realize sellers were no longer allowed to leave negative or neutral feedback for their customers. Nor did I realize PayPal had such a good dispute system.

What else?

I was creative at dinner tonight! A miracle, since I didn’t even cook.

Erik informed me he would only eat purple punky dunky monkey for dinner. I inquired as to what that might consist of and got the total teenage punk “Duh, mom, DINNER” treatment. How can a four year old be so very teenagerish? We have swung back into the crazy stage and I miss my little angel. This time it’s complete with the promised stuttering, shouting, clumsiness and temper tantrums. Yay!

Anyway, a few weeks ago I stumbled upon a whole network of mommy blogs that made my skin crawl. Nary a bad thing was said about any of the little angels. The moms seemed to be in fierce competition to see who could make the cutest lunches, the most elaborate crafts and otherwise be Super Mom of the year. Nothing wrong with cute lunches and elaborate crafts, of course. Except it was all so sugar coated that it made me want to gag. You know I can’t handle cutsie.

But I was inspired! I had a set of Ikea forest animal cookie cutters that I’ve never used (because honestly? Am I ever going to roll out sugar cookies again when THESE SUGAR COOKIES are the most amazing sugar cookies you will ever taste and you just have to drop them? No. No I am not. It always sounds like fun to decorate cookies, but in reality it sucks the life out of me with the stirring and mixing and rolling and stirring and did I mention mixing and rolling? I am not a patient person. I need things that go quickly.)

Hmmmm. I wonder were my son gets his impatience?

Ha! I was just about to hit post when I relaized I went off on a paranthetical tanget and never explained what I did with the cookie cutters. Nothing terribly fancy. I made a sandwich and cut it into shapes, then made some really flat apple slices and cut them into shapes, but that didn’t work as well b/c of the core and seeds. It seemed to satisfy his desire for something different, even though it was the same old food we always have.

I bought a new crockpot tonight, so am hoping to make something exciting for Crocktoberfest and my boys tomorrow.