Suburban Oblivion

I remember being pregnant on the ‘due-in’ boards, and the running joke about having pregnancy brain. Forget to run an errand? Blame it on pregnancy. Lose your keys? Blame it on the pregnancy. Miss an appointment? You get the picture.

Then we have the babies, and pregnancy brain persists.  Sleeplessness, hormones, demanding infants. Life was good, because we had a whole weekender diaper bag-sized host of excuses. No one expects much of you then, and its easy to get a little lazy. I might forget hubby asked me to pick up the drycleaning and drop something off at his moms, but by gosh I won’t ever forget we have a playdate Wednesday. (Hey, they are one of the few sanity-savers in my life, no comments from the peanut gallery please.)

Now I’m starting to think I can’t really blame it on hormones anymore, seeing as how my ‘baby’ is almost 2. I am still blushing slightly over calling one of my favorite bloggers the wrong name in leaving a comment today.(Luckily she has a sense of humor! LOL) But this kind of stuff is happening more and more often, and I think its about time I got a new excuse. How do you explain leaving your hairbrush on the pantry, or your keys in the refridgerator? How do you explain walking into the room and having NO idea why you walked in there?

My brain?

Sorry teacher, my kids ate it.

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More from the outdoor plumbing files.

Brendan is sick. Again. For the third time in 4 weeks. I seriously thought with all the bugs Gabrielle brings home that we’d skip the whole first year of school non-stop illness thing. Thought wrong!

So anyways, we are medicating him at night, which quiets his cough and makes him fall asleep without getting up to go potty(yeah right) 20x before 8pm. He is a heavy sleeper when he does fall asleep, and so he is usually kind of out of it when we get him up for the 10pm potty trip. We hit a new low this week.

I got Brendan up to go potty Monday night, and as he starts to go, I realize I don’t hear water splashing. I look down and see a puddle forming. ON HIS FEET. OMG!! I tell him “Brendan stop, you are peeing on your feet!!!!” He stops, looks down at the floor, and says “Oh. Yeah.” and starts going again.  Jiminy Christmas! I finally had to stop him and aim the darn thing for him.

As much as I have threatened to do the very same for my husband if he doesn’t improve his own aim, I swear I never in a million years thought I’d have to actually do it.

Most Myspace bulletins are just crap people pass along for the sole purpose of annoying me, but this was actually worth reading and passing on.

Why Gays Shouldn’t Marry
Body: These are some of the absurd reasons why ppl think Gay marriages should NOT be legalized… so dumb….

(one of the saddest parts about our society is that these arguments, before the humorous common sense, are the real reasons why people can’t accept gay marriages.)