Joe's in the same "kinda" mode...only he doesn't leave the house to be overworked, he's overworked IN the house and leaves the house to relax. I try to not leave the house if I don't have to work.
I've been really bummed out. pretty much have been operating on: work, pass out, spend an hour with the kids while I try to wake up, work, rinse-repeat.
Yesterday Joe convinced me I need to leave the house, and the kids were bouncing off the walls *really* so we got chinese buffet, Bub picked nuggets, shrimpies, fries, and an egg roll. and grapes. and jello. Zbug was stealing Bub's jello. Zbug wouldn't eat her ice cream. Zbug only ate the jello and some grapes (also stolen from Bub). I think Bub's shrimpies had milk in the coating bc Bub started the "inappropriate laughter" routine while we stopped in at payless to get Joe some tennis shoes and Zbug a new pair of "Pretty" shoes, and the only pair that currently fits is her tennis shoes that light up. while she greatly enjoys her flashy shoes, it doesn't really go well with her Sunday dresses. so after sizing her (I worked shoes in HS, so I do this myself since sales-people and my offspring do not mix well) I found several "pretty" and pink-colored shoes and laid them out for Z to examine. she was torn between a pair of Disney(c) sandals that lit up.....some glitter shoes and then the new shoes that she picked......
| Rejected by Zber |
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| Rejected glitters |
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| Dorothy Gale shoes rejected *sniff* |
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| Her brand new "PRETTY!!!" shoes. |
Crap. I just noticed, Why are all the model shoes size 7????
So the feeling I get about my youngest is that she likes pretty girly stuff, but it better be functional, tough, and easy to put on.
Bub got nothing except mommy drag-pulling-carrying him out of the store as he tried to put shoelaces up his nose while laughing Joe and Zbug completed the purchase. we got home, and both kiddos were put to bed. Zbug slept in her new shoes despite my repeated attempts to sneak in and remove them. Joe thinks this is funny as he accuses me of being a "shoe-girl".
I was a "shoe-girl" once, but I have like 4 pairs now...(excepting my work shoes) and they are all over 4 years old....one pair is around 15years old since it predates Joe. Maybe I am a shoe-girl since I still own them.......but they are really cool....
Despite the lack of new shoes for Bub yesterday, my son was HUGELY happy with the set of Hanes(c) Boxer-briefs I bought him this morning. so happy that he pee'd on the floor enough times to be able to wear each pair today, thus modeling each color and "breaking them in" simultaneously.
yayee me.
Joe is currently out at the health club working off some steam, which will be followed by a round of beer at the local wetting hole with some buddies. all that male-bonding stuff or something since there are no coffee-houses here with random jazz/poetry sessions for him to attend....(that gen-x stuff....)
I however will find my trusty benedryl and snuggle up with that. In rock-paper-scissors, benedryl beats coffee. I have yet to find anyone to argue otherwise.
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