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Today was going fine till lunch. I tried to make a grand elaborate meal(hamburgers and tator tots can be grand and elaborate when you mainly eat PB&J and Mac n Cheese)but no one was letting me cook. C was crying crying crying, and Ax and S were totally hyper and needy and wouldn’t leave me alone, so it all started in the struggle to actually get the lunch made. Finally after about 45 mintues I got lunch on the table and ready for everyone. All the little people proceeded to hate my grand elaborate meal and refuse to eat it. I couldn’t handle it. I freaked out that I had just had to fight them off for 45 mintues. (Literally fight them off!) so that I could make this meal, and suddenly no one wanted to eat it. I couldn’t take it.
The whole afternoon went downhill from there and ended in me telling them in not so many words that tonight wasn’t working and we were going to get an early start on tomorrow by going to bed early(1 whole hour early) with none of the normal bedtime routine happenings. I told them both that today was bad and tomorrow was going to be a better day.
What is so unfair about today is that everyone was fine. I was the one having the meltdown, so why did everyone decide they needed to follow me and have thier own little meltdowns. It’s not quite fair that when I’m having a bad day everyone decides they are going to have bad days too. I don’t like how affected they are by me. It only makes it worse.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
Confession of the day: March 28, 2007
I have issues.
NO, really, I have issues.
Every day that passes I find myself becoming more and more OCD. I hate money. Metal. Keys. Yuck. More than Yuck-I can’t handle the grossness I feel, the smell that won’t wash off my hands. ‘A’ consistently questions my reasoning here and never even comes close to understanding there is NO REASONING at all. All metal is repulsive. disgusting. I was willing to pay the $60.00 for a copy of my last cars key so the key could have that plastic topper on it(alas, they couldn’t make me one).
I have an obbession with organizing. planning. over-thinking. Everything has to have a plan. a purpose. a known outcome. I have trouble being spontaneous anymore. (which is frustating to everyone, including me) I just spent the last 2 hours. 2 HOURS! picking out 8 pictures to print out for frames in my house. This might seem like a large task, but it shouldn’t have taken that long. The goal was to get some pics of my new boys(and some updated of S) up on the walls, so it wasn’t like I was digging through years of pictures to find these 8 pictures. There was probably a max of 80 I was looking through. Obsessing over.
Once I decided that S’s diapers were no good and I wanted to try and find a different, a better brand to use. Now if I was a normal person I would probably just go to the store and pick out another brand and use them to see if I thought they were better(I’m guessing. I’m not actually sure what normal people do…) I, on the other hand, am borderline OCD, so to try and find a new brand of diapers that I like was quite an ordeal. I went to the store and obsessed over the different brands. Finally decided there was NO WAY I could make such an intricate decision soley on the cartoon sponser on each diaper. So I bought a smallish pack of many different brands and proceeded to preform an experiment on my poor 6 months old. I had a notebook and I kept track of each and every diaper we changed. Did it leak? Was the leakage pee or poo? Did it not leak? Was the diaper holding pee or poo? At the end of my lengthy experiment I compared the diaper brands based on the information I had collected and TA DA! I found a great diaper. (We won’t talk about how 2 different brands actually tied and I ended up choosing the winner based on it’s cartoon branding) The point here is, I actually don’t understand how one could NOT need to obsess over decisions like this. How can you just walk into a store and choose something off the shelf without looking at every single option. I’m actually amazed by those kind of people. It’s just to foreign to me.
summary: I’m crazy. Someone help me.
S snuck into our bed one night recently. (the first time in his life he has slept in our bed) I got up and took a shower and when I came back into the room, S and A were sleeping EXACTLY the same way. I didn’t want to wake anyone up so I didn’t use the flash(which means the pics are dark and blurry…) but maybe you can see what I saw. (this is the best I can get it in editing)
They had a ‘river’ to fish in. The whole time we stood there waiting for our turn no one was catching a fish. A and I were talking about how those poor fish were probably just scared and probably very full. Well, it’s Ax and S’s turn, they get poles and put them in the water. I bend down to grab the camera-nice photo op, right? By the time I stood up Ax had already caught a fish, one of the biggest ones in the river! He was loving it, and of course, S wanted his turn and didn’t understand why he didn’t get a fish too. Ax won a fishing pole. He was proud as could be.