Whatever Wednesday

You're probably like, "What the hell, Laura?!? You bail all week because you can't find time to write, but here you are wasting time on a Whatever Wednesday???"

Well. Yeah. I thought I was going to have time, actually. My husband proved to be quite useful while stuffing pillows, so that job got done on Sunday. Then I decided to add a homemade present for my Aunt and my Cousin at the last second, thinking that was going to take me the rest of the time to do. I actually worried about finishing them for a second. But, they too, went quicker than I anticipated (I made them bags using the leftover backing to the pillows, and I decorated with scraps left over from Cayden's old baby clothes. I'll have to upload pictures, I think they're super cute.) and I finished them Tuesday. I thought, well, maybe I'll have time to write up a post, maybe hit them with a special double whammy post for a Holiday present.

Obviously? That didn't work out. I forgot about my sick son (Monday morning he woke up and hated me. No joke, he didn't want anything to do with me. He woke up earlier than normal and I was trying to let Daddy sleep, but as soon as he saw it was me and not Daddy, he screamed his head off. I thought, OK, we'll say good morning to Daddy and once he gets breakfast, he'll be fine. No dice either. He screamed his head off and actually slapped me in the face. Daddy came downstairs, I nursed some hurt feelings while making him breakfast. Cayden repeatedly broke through the barrier to get upstairs while Daddy was showering. Daddy turned on Handy Manny and distracted Cayden while he snuck out the door. Then Cayden fell asleep for ten minutes in the car while I took my sister to work, and pretty much refused to go back down when he got home. But, at least he liked me again!)

He's kinda weird with his moods. He wakes up REALLY grumpy, but then as he's awake for awhile he gets back in his normal mood, a little clingy, but OK. I just wish I could give him something, ya know? If he has what I had, I know his throat is killing him. I can't give him a cough drop to sooth it, he won't take any honey from us, and I looked at those suckers that are supposed to sooth throats? I don't think they do, their first ingredient is corn syrup, and according to my husband who's worked at a pharmacy all his life practically, there's nothing in them to help. I almost wanted to buy them because they would at least make me feel like I was doing something. But, I said no to wasting four bucks on a bag of suckers. (It also helped that I remembered the sucker incident from before. I gave Cayden a sucker in his car seat to keep him happy on the way home from somewhere. When I went to take him out, the kid was covered in sucker goo. I mean sticky hands and face I can handle, but this kid had it EVERYWHERE. Legs, feet, his hair looked like it had gel in it. It was pretty horrible.)

Honestly, I love my son, but he's been a holy terror. He's either really clingy, really grumpy, or in full out destruction mode.

I also forgot about cleaning my house. Which is a HUGE undertaking. My house isn't dirty, but it is ALWAYS messy. It's just damn near impossible for me to clean when Cayden's awake, and when he's napping? I want a break too! We also needed to throw out a couch (it took up a LOT of room, and was kinda beat to hell. My Mom is giving us hers until we can buy a suitable replacement.) So now I have to clean up all the crap that was shoved under it (it's Cayden's job to shove stuff under couches, I think.) It also doesn't help that our house is tiny. Two bedrooms, one and a half bath (I know, that sounds nice to someone who only has one bathroom. But the bathroom? Is seriously so small I think it may be impossible to turn around in.) a TINY kitchen, useless dining room, and a living room. And my husband? Won't admit it, but he's a pack rat. He's got TONS of crap. Tools that he never uses, kitchen appliances that he never uses, because we probably have seriously two feet of counter space and the kitchen is so small that if you open the fridge door it blocks the entraces. Two people in the kitchen? Is REALLY cramped. I've BEGGED him to take some of his kitchen stuff and tools to his parents or my Moms, just to store in the basement. It's REALLY nice stuff, stuff I'll be glad to have when we have room to use it, but right now it just takes up SO much space. We did get rid of a bunch of Cayden's toys, to prepare for all his Christmas toys, which is a help. But it's just, we have all this... stuff, crammed in. Along with three adults (kinda. My sister was staying with us, now she's mainly with her fiance who lives two doors down) a dog, three cats, and a baby. So even when it IS cleaned? It looks cluttered. And I'm cramming even more people into it for Christmas. Why? Because I'm insane. Everyone wanted to watch Cayden open his gifts but I didn't want to lug his presents to someone elses house. So we'll have my in laws, my Mom, my Aunt, my two cousin, my brother, the baby, and me and Jeremy. My sister and her fiance claim not to be coming. We'll see.

So. Why am I chatting with you instead of cleaning? Because, overhauling the living room took two days. And not two days of half assed cleaning either. I cleaned while Cayden was napping, I cleaned after he went to bed. Monday I was up until 2:30 cleaning, I started at 8:30 when Cayden went to sleep, last night I was only up till Midnight, but Cayden had a freak out and was up for hours. I'm tired, and I'm still not done. I haven't touched the kitchen, haven't even looked at the dining room, and while I kinda started on one of the bathrooms, there's still upstairs to be concerned about. How come my house seems so tiny until I go to clean it? And I'm still not even done with the living room. It's just little stuff now, all the crap we piled on top of the book case and computer desk because I had no idea where to put it. The furniture is rearranged, the carpets are vacuumed and shampooed, stuff for the most part is put away, and I'm still not done.

So, again, why am I here, writing this, and not cleaning? Because I REALLY don't want to clean anymore. I mean I'm not normally one of those people who LIKES to clean. With my son it's hard to see a point in constantly picking up toys. My sister likes to pick them up when he goes down for a nap, and me, I'm kinda like... He'll be up in two hours, he'll dump them all back out, what's the point? I'll pick them up when he goes to bed, and we'll have a few hours of being able to walk on a clear floor. Even as I type he's finding random things on bookshelves and such to throw on the ground. It's frustrating to put this much effort into something and watch it all go to hell in a matter of minutes.

I want to thank you all, so much, for your understanding though, when I decided to take time off. I know, I write for fun, and no one will die if I were to quit the blog tomorrow. But, I did sort of make a commitment to you guys, and I want to uphold that commitment for as long as I can. I don't like to be let down, therefore I don't want to let anyone else down. You guys have been great, as far as listening to me vent about various things, and supporting me in my writing. I say it over and over, and I hope you all now how genuine I am. You guys are the best, and I appreciate your kind words and support. Thank you, so much.

I hope you all get what you wanted, this holiday season. I hope you all are well, I hope you're surrounded by Family and Friends. I hope that you had a good time. We put ALL this work into preparing for something, and it's easy to get stressed. But I hope you all take time to relax, breathe, and enjoy it. Even if I don't get anything this Christmas, I'm really excited about it. My family together always means lots of laughs, this is the first Christmas where my son is semi-aware of what's going on, where I get to play Santa, and even though I have my moments where I forget how lucky I really am, I am feeling very blessed right now, and I hope that feeling continues on for awhile.

Alright, well. I have things to do, and procrastinating is only going to make me more stressed.