Still learning about this whole Internet deal

Thanks to Natasha for showing me how to to add a video to my blog. Now I'm going to try it out!

It was a short-lived hobby anyway

He reads Cosmo after he crochets.

Early Spring Morning on Jubilee Avenue

Angus has started doing this thing where he wakes up every morning at 5:30. It's so frustrating, especially after a night of NO SLEEP (and last night he fell off the bed in the middle of the night -- hey, first time for everything!), but then the sun comes up and I look out the window and my heart swells with hope and renewal. It's -8 degrees still, but -- SUNSHINE!! There's just something about early spring that I LOVE. The appearance of sunlight at 6am after a gloomy, slow, winter of waking up when it's still dark out, fills me with promise and hope of things to come. This family has had it's share of setbacks lately, but the appearance of spring brings the PROMISE of something better. I can't help but feel excited and elated for what's to come, whatever that may be.

The birds have been flying into the windows, which is unfortunate for them, but it's just another sign that spring is springing!

Thoughts on the music of today.

 Man there is a lot of shitty music out there.  I made the mistake of turning on the music channel this morning to see a bunch of hysterical girls throwing themselves at these puppets on stage with what looked like pretend guitars. Apparently they're the Jonas Brothers? Apparently they're a big thing? I shouldn't say anything, because at age 13 I was hysterical over the Backstreet Boys, with posters of Nick Carter on my ceiling. I even camped out at the mall to get tickets to their concert.

SHHHHHHH!

What really scares me though, is this particular song. I had to find the lyrics to confirm just how ridiculous it sounds. What are they teaching young women of today? To act slutty and get wasted and taken advantage of, is what it looks like to me. And why the hell would you WANT a guy that looks like Mick Jagger? Is it cool to brush your teeth with a bottle of Jack?She can't even spell TICK TOCK right.

I don't get it. Am I getting old?

Ke$ha aka Kesha with Tik Tok

Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
(Hey, what up girl?)
Put my glasses on, I’m out the door - I’m gonna hit this city (Let’s go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cause when I leave for the night, I ain’t coming back
I’m talking - pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-toping, playing our favorite cds
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy

[CHORUS]
Don’t stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I’mma fight
‘Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don’t stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

[Chorus]
Ain’t got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Ain’t got no money in my pocket, but I’m already here
Now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
But we kick ‘em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
I’m talking about - everybody getting crunk, crunk
Boys trying to touch my junk, junk
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
Now, now - we goin’ til they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Police shut us down, down
Po-po shut us -
Don’t stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I’mma fight
‘Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don’t stop no
Woah-oh oh oh
 
 And now, as an antidote, here is the song that's stuck in my head. They're local Nova Scotia boys, in fact Aaron used to hang out with the drummer when he was a kid.  I wish I could put the video right in my blog, but I have no idea how I would do that, so here's the link. You've probably heard it before, but I'm about a year behind everyone else.

I am Superwoman

 This is the little turd FINALLY napping after screaming bloody murder because he got his leg wedged in the crib rails up to his thigh. This picture is taken after he threw a fit and pulled the curtains down and then passed out.



Ahhhhhhhh.

That's the sound of my brain relaxing. I now have a clean house. I cleaned like a crazy lady yesterday. How come I always forget that cleaning can be therapeutic? Turn on some loud music and you can really get into it! I even rearranged all the furniture around. I have this compulsion to move furniture, I don't know, to improve the Feng Shui or something.

So after my cleaning purge yesterday, I collapsed and had a nap with Angus and then cooked lasagne for dinner, and then wasted the evening in front of the TV with Aaron. It made me realize that I CAN do it all. I CAN clean and be a parent and work. I just have to admit that I'm a lazy person and need to get my arse moving. I spent all of last week (what did I even do??) NOT cleaning ANYTHING and procrastinating on my work that I ended up scrambling to get done at the last minute.  Why do I do that? I think I might be manic. No really. Last week I felt very depressed and unmotivated and overwhelmed by even the smallest thing. I moped and slothed around for an entire week. My method of dealing with everything was avoidance. (That doesn't work, by the way.)
The yesterday I accomplished everything with the energy of a mother taking her kid's Ritalin. (Sorry, bad analogy. I assure you I'm not on any drugs.) I don't know WHERE the energy came from, and I felt so happy and excited that I couldn't contain it. And then when I was done I just crashed and felt kind of depressed and irritable by the end of the day.

On Sunday when I turned my work in I emailed my boss and asked her if I could have the week off (I couldn't bring myself to actually quit, which is probably a good thing.) and yesterday when I was feeling like Superwoman, I emailed her again and told her that I actually WAS available. And then I spent the rest of the evening having a panic attack that she would think I was a complete lunatic (which might be accurate.) When she got back to me, she was very nice and joked around with me and we emailed back and forth, and we're, like, BEST FRIENDS now. She told me I was her favorite transcriptionist, because of my personality. (I didn't know personality could show up in emails!) As it turns out she's only 22! This got me thinking, if she can be a reflexologist AND have her own company when she's only 22, why can't I be a mom and have MY own transcription business?

Anyway. Moving along.

I've been meaning to write a letter to Angus, but I haven't got around to it yet. The thing that's holding me back is the awareness that there's going to be a lot of talk about his love of my boobs, and since I want to give him these letters when he's grown up, I'm worried that it'll embarrass him.  But they are his favorite thing right now, so I don't know how I can avoid talking about it.

Last night after his 12th nursing session in the middle of the night, I clumsily went to put him back in his crib, but being that I have absolutely no grace at the best of times and was not very awake, I completely missed the crib, and rammed his head right into the crib rails. I screamed, and Aaron thought I had dropped him. He cried for a minute and then went right back to sleep, but then I couldn't sleep because I was worried that I had knocked him unconscious and caused him brain damage.
I really need to get him a helmet.

By the way, it's snowing. SNOWING. IT'S MARCH!!!