The Queen's Rambles

*I’ve been eating oatmeal for breakfast this past week. Those who say a bowl of oatmeal a day will increase a nursing mother’s milk supply aren’t lying. Holy cow! Or should I say “holy big boobies!” I certainly don’t need an increase in milk supply or gigantic boobies. I think I need to find a new breakfast. Yikes!

Elsa loves oatmeal, so it’s just easier to cook us both the same thing. She generally prefers to eat the food that Mike and I eat. I wish Erik would get with the program (and no, I’m not going to force the issue. I decided years ago that I won’t fight about food and I won’t deal with a cranky kid who wouldn’t be cranky if I’d just give him food he will eat).

*I found Elsa in the bathroom with her pants and diaper down, standing in front of the toilet with her stomach pressed forward. She looked exactly like Erik looks when he’s peeing, minus the penis. I sat her on the potty and she peed in the potty! Happy dance time! I let her wander around without a diaper for awhile and she wet her pants, so it is not an instant thing. I’m excited. I guess she’ll be like Erik–potty trained before she’s weaned.

*My mom told me that she’s coming into a bit of money and wants to pay for Erik and Elsa’s tickets to Oregon this summer. I took a deep breath and informed her that I wouldn’t be going back to Oregon again. I told her a few of the things my sister did the last time we were there (making fun of Erik’s clothes to his face, coming over and banging down the door at 6 in the morning to get her make-up, taking all the items from the clearly marked travel kit I had left hidden in a cupboard) and told her that I could not and would not subject myself to my sister’s complete lack of respect for me, my family, and everyone else. My mom didn’t deny it, but she did say “well, you know that’s just how she is.” Yeah, I do know. And that’s why I’m not going back. I think she has Narcissistic Personality Disorder. I feel bad that the kids are collateral damage, but that’s on my sister not me. Mike and I are really excited about a summer trip that is just for our little family.

Yesterday I got a call from a Mary Kay consultant. My sister had given her my number. I very politely told the lady that MK is a complete scam and suggested she google “mary kay scam” and then return all her stock. I don’t think she appreciated my advice.

Then I called my sister and calmly told her to never, never, never give out my phone number again. She just laughed.

I told my mom about it tonight and she said she was sitting right next to my sister when it happened and told her not to do it. Ugh. No respect. I hope my mom isn’t too hurt, but I would be a fool to go back and subject myself and my family to her behavior.

*Do they make snuggies for your feet? I guess those would be slippers. My feetsies are cold.

Erik got me a snuggie for Christmas, which I find pretty hilarious. I took him to Five Below and let him pick out gifts for everyone he was very thoughtful and did a decent job. He bought gloves for Mike and a lunch box for Elsa. Elsa is obsessed with carrying around his lunch box, so it was a good choice.

*Poor Elsa has a cold. It doesn’t seem that bad when she’s awake, but as soon as she goes to sleep she starts coughing. I have a feeling we are in for a long night.