Stuff
*I finally figured out why one of my e-mail accounts was acting insane. I kept running out of room, but I could not find all these mystery e-mails anywhere. We switched to Fios last week (seriously, HALF the cost of Comcast. Should have switched months ago even if Verizon sucks) and my e-mail stopped mailing. Mike did some magic, changed some settings, and suddenly there was a trash folder with over 60,000 e-mails in it. So that’s where all those pesky things were hiding. I emptied it and am hoping that is the end of that little problem.
*Elsa’s birthday part is tomorrow. We’re supposed to have it at a park. It is supposed to be sunny and mid-60s. I hope the weather man isn’t lying. It’s been raining like mad all day today so I am stressing myself out. I’m also stressed because I don’t have much of a plan other than “Go to Costco and look for some kind of food tray and a cake.” On a weekend. Oy. I do have goody bags made up. I went the cheap plastic route but at this point I just don’t care. Having a second child has made me care a lot less about a lot of things. I’m too freakin’ tired to worry.
*Speaking of being tired. Man oh man. This girl is teething again I think. She has been whiny and clingy for two days straight. No one is good enough except me. And even then, I’m only good enough to roll around on, bite, and cry at. I just have to remember that it could be so much worse. She could be like her brother, and just scream 24/7.
*Speaking of her brother. That boy is so overly excited about his grandma being here that we are probably going to have to duct tape him to the wall. I love him, but today has been too much. It has been pouring all day long so he didn’t get any outside time. Elsa was crawling all over me. He wanted to crawl all over me. I am tired of being a human snuggli.
*I love having my mom here, but I think I may have to wash her mouth out with soap. She doesn’t curse, but she doesn’t watch what she says around Erik. She watches all those crime shows and then she likes to gossip about them and about my sister and her drug addled friends. Erik pipes up in the background “What’s murder? What are drugs? Why doesn’t Auntie take care of her kids?”
And then the judging. Oh, lordy, the judging. She makes snap judgments about every single person she meets based on their appearance. As if she’s so hot? She is not racist because she says stupid stuff about people from EVERYWHERE, not just a certain race. So I guess that’s not racist? I don’t know, but it’s getting pretty old. Also, it’s no wonder I have a major complex about my looks. “Why don’t you get that mole taken off? Why don’t you wear more make-up? You’d be so pretty if you started working out again. You just need to drop 50 pounds. Your butt looks big in that. Why are your brows so hairy? Is that a hair growing cock-eyed out of that mole? If you call the doctor, I bet insurance will cover breast reduction.” And on and on and on. I know they say you shouldn’t tell your kids they are pretty because that can mess them up, but I plan on making sure my children hear they are beautiful on a regular basis. Hearing nothing but complaints, even if they are supposed to be helpful in some way, gets really old really fast. I’m surprised I didn’t just kill myself when I was a teen. Instead, I moved to Oklahoma and sequestered myself with fundamental Christians (I was a fundamental Christian at the time).