Daylight Savings Time is something you don’t really notice when you’re single.. even married. Basically you don’t get bothered by it until you have a small child. Other than the ‘fall back’ portion, meaning you have to wake up ‘earlier’ for work, it’s nothing more than a small inconvenience.
This is Holden’s 3rd Daylights Savings switch. The first was when he was about a month and a half old. No big deal, his sleep was still all whacked from being a newborn anyways- so a switch in time was pretty much nothing. He was going to wake up every 2 hours or so regardless of time switch.
Switch number 2, ‘spring forward’, have to say was pretty awesome. For a while it tricked him into sleeping in later. I took no issue with that at all. More sleep for a tired mommy? Always a welcome thing in this house. The more sleep I get, the less of a bitch I am. I’m pretty sure Thomas was happy about that too.
Then comes switch number three, which obviously happened last night/this morning. ‘Fall back’.. in more ways than one. It’s like Holden reverted back to being a newborn again.
5:45 this morning rolls around and guess who’s awake and yelling for mommy or daddy to come get him from his crib? Yep, Holden. I’m pretty confident that it’s all because of Daylights Savings Time that he woke up so damn early, thinking it was 6:45 in the morning… which is still really early. What the hell ever happened to waking up at 8:30 and then going back to sleep after slurping down some formula (now milk)??
I’m already a little frazzled that he’s down to one nap a day, which was a HUGE and sudden change from the 3 he’d been taking previously.. and now for this stupid time change to go and screw things up even more? I’m gonna have a ‘poor me’ moment here and whine- WHYYYYYYYYYY????
Maybe i’m stupid, or having a super blond moment, but do we really need to change time twice a year? Wasn’t it for the farmers? Don’t they have lights? I dunno.
Makes me wish I lived in that weird little town in Arizona or wherever the hell it is that doesn’t participate in DST. Bucking the trend, I like that.
The time change threw all of us off all day. Holden was fussy and confused, ‘why am I eating now?? why aren’t I sleeping yet??? wtf is this??’
The only upside was that he passed OUT on our bed right after we turned the lights off. That literally never happens- bed time in this house is normally a knock-down drag-out fight. Holden wants to be a night-owl just like mommy & daddy.
ONE HOUR difference and i’m completely exhausted. I feel like a hump-backed, arthritis ridden, cracked out old lady.
I’m crossing my fingers that this will just be a temporary set back, and in a few days Holden will go back to sleeping until.. er.. anywhere from 6:30-7:30 in the morning.
When you’re a mom, even 20 more minutes of sleep is something you’ll fight tooth and nail for.
Maybe I should go to bed earlier.. but that might just add to the ‘i’m a crazy cracked out old lady’ feeling i’ve been having today- and i’ll have to take a pass on that.
25 is right around the corner and i’m hanging on to my youth for dear life.
Have you ever had the vacation from hell? Been looking forward to travel somewhere for so long, only to be incredibly disappointed with the location, service, people, place in general?
I have had far too many of these experiences, but the first to come to mind is Richmond, Virginia.
Sure, it’s the capital of Virginia, it has the ‘big city lure’.. but in all reality, it’s a dump. Plain and simple.
My most disturbing memory is traveling to Richmond with my mother to see a concert (Hanson, of all bands to go and see), only to get stuck in around two hours of traffic right outside the city. Once we actually got in there, it’s a huge mess of confusing streets, homeless people who will harass you, and filth everywhere you look.
Upon actually arriving to the venue, we were told specifically not to walk around at night. Go straight to our car after the concert. Why? You’ll get mugged if you don’t. The crime rate is astounding.
I’d always heard about all the amazing shopping in Richmond, but upon going to the much hyped mall- literally every other store was empty. The ones that were actually up and running were unfortunately not anything i’d ever consider purchasing.
The truth is, all the good shopping is OUTSIDE of Richmond, not in it.
The farther you venture into Richmond, the more seedy and menacing it becomes. I can remember getting lost on the way back and literally being terrified that we’d never find our way out or die trying. Maybe i’m a drama queen, but i’d prefer not to get mugged in the capital of my state.
Richmond is definitely not kid friendly, I can’t imagine ever taking Holden there- and I hope when he is old enough to decide on colleges, he decides AGAINST any college in the city.
Seriously, don’t go there.
There’s a book coming out filled with places NOT to travel by Peter Greenberg:
you can also submit your horror story to the site at http://dontgothere.org
I have, will you?
Have you met The Sproutwells yet?
Well you should!
I may not order much online but I definitely spend too much time on the computer! Playing games, browsing websites… blogging (duh). I’m lucky Holden doesn’t hold a techi-intervention on me.
The real point of the video is to join Freshfunds.com. It’s actually a really cool site where you can collect points for eating healthy and bid on prizes with all the points you collect.
It’s about time we get rewarded for eating healthy, right? You know, other than.. feeling good and staying fit- we all could use a little extra motivation to eat healthy.
The following yummies can earn you points towards goodies:
Chiquita Fruit and Veggie Bites
Fresh Express Gourmet Café Salads
Fresh Express Packaged Salads
Freshfunds has all kinds of cool things to bid on, like a brand new Macbook Air, shoes to benefit Breast Cancer.. but personally- i’m saving my points for a Wii Fit.
What do you have to lose? Check it out and sign up today
I never enjoyed being licked by a dog, always got creeped out when I kissed someone who used way too much tongue.. licking my earlobe or neck? Vomit, out of the question. So to say that I dislike saliva is putting it lightly.
There are so many disgusting things I got used to since becoming a mother. Getting peed on (a frequent occurrence in Holden’s earlier days), accidentally getting poop on my fingers while trying to wipe down Holden’s dirty butt.. even getting spit-up on (a gallon at a time at that)- all things I can handle (although the poop under the fingernail might make me heave just a little).
Drool is just not one of them. And when I say drool, I mean baby drool. I’d hope Thomas wouldn’t be the one drooling all over me (that’s not to say it hasn’t happened before).
I don’t know what it is. The incredibly slimy stringy consistency? The seemingly endless amounts that pour out of my child’s mouth at all times of the day? Maybe it’s the fact that Holden enjoys drooling all over his sticky little baby hands and then wiping it on me. Who knows, but all of it makes my skin crawl.
Piece of advice: if you have a drooly baby- do not play airplane with them.. where you lay on your back and fly them right over your face. As fun as it is, it comes with consequences. It is, to put it simply, a BAD idea. Before you know it, a long string of clear vomit-inducing baby drool will soon be making a bee-line for your face and it’s just too fast for you to move out of the way. SPLAT, right in the eye. Or even worse, your mouth. It doesn’t taste good, trust me.
Though I know Holden is teething- which causes him to be a bit of a drool factory, I sort of thought we’d gotten past the worst of it. You know what they say about assuming…
During Holden’s nap (he’s down to one now, ugh), my favorite way to put him to sleep is to just let him lay tummy down on my stomach, face resting comfortably on my chest. I’ll admit it- I love to snuggle with him, and the older he gets the less he holds still long enough to do so with him.
I think it was Wednesday, he’s passed out on me- sucking away at his pacifier, and i’m knee-deep watching all hell break loose on my soap when I feel my (non) cleavage area get very warm. At first I think it must be sweat- because let’s face it, having a 27+ lb baby sleeping on you causes your sweat glands to start working at full-force.
Then it hits me.. it’s drool. Massive amounts of sticky slimy wet disgusting drool slowly creeping down my chest. I put my finger to his mouth and realize that somehow, drool has covered his binky and is pouring out the sides, covering me, my shirt, and my boobs in slobber.
What can I do? If I freak out, i’ll have a very upset child who most likely won’t go back to sleep once i’ve woken him. Frantically, I start looking around me for something small enough to fit in between his face and my chest to try and wipe myself down with before I puke all over his head. The only thing within reach is the bra I wear to sleep (don’t ask).
Oh well, it’s gonna have to do.
So there I am, wiping down my boobs and Holden’s face with a bra. Shameful moment in my history.
I must be a glutton for punishment because the same thing happened every day for the rest of the week. And every day, I wiped his face with a bra.
I probably shouldn’t ever tell him this story- but you know me.
Halloween has always been by FAR my favorite “holiday.”
Haunted houses, dressing up as anything I wanted, scary movie marathons, and of course.. candy.
Unfortunately since becoming a mom, I haven’t been able to enjoy Halloween as much as I used to- can’t take a baby to a haunted house! That’s just a recipe for disaster.
Although.. it does mean I get to dress my kid up as whatever I want since he doesn’t really care what I put him in at this point.. and call me a mean mommy- but I like to choose funny and/or embarrassing costumes.
Take Holden’s 1st Halloween for instance..
A wiener!!! Try and tell me that’s not awesome. He can hate me for it later. It worked out in more ways than one though.. not only was it hilarious, but warm and snuggly and he fell right to sleep as soon as we stuck him in it.
This year, I chose the most fitting costume I could find for him.
That’s right.. the devil. Why? DUH, he’s a little hellion. It’s better than dressing him up as a walking penis for Halloween and telling people, “oh, yeah.. he’s a dick.”
Somehow I don’t think many people would find the humor in that. Add the fact that there would be horrified looks from all the other little children trick-or-treating and the inevitable attacks from other parents.. so yeah, the devil was the best way to go.
The best kinds of costumes to buy are the kinds you can embarrass them with later in life… like when he brings his first date home.
That, naked baby pictures, and the picture of him as a newborn wearing my bra- that one’s going to be amazingly humiliating too.
As dumb as it may sound, I have really missed trick-or-treating.. so having a child allows me to live vicariously through him. Dress him up, take him out.. show him off of course.. and then reap all the rewards. Obviously Holden isn’t old enough to eat the 4 pounds of candy we acquired over the course of the night (my nieces and nephews.. they just wouldn’t quit! I have a blister to prove it), so it aaaaalll goes to me. Well.. me and Thomas.
Junk food heaven all over again! There goes my diet.
Oh well, you only live once, right? And it won’t be long before he’s hiding his candy from his lard-ass candy thieving mommy.
So, now, off I go to chow down on his loot and have a few drinks and watch Ghost Hunters live.
I’m seriously curious.. why can’t Halloween be every day??
@anninabyrne He mentioned something about penis trampolines. I don't even know.
My 10 yo didn't know that Dick is short for Richard so he's spent the past 10 yrs thinking Dick's Sporting Goods is a store for penis sports
8yo told me that Oct 31st is "national knock-knock joke day"- which means Halloween will henceforth be known as "The Most Annoying Day Ever"
@SassyPsychDoc "It seemed like a good idea at the time"
@SassyPsychDoc I fact-checked him myself. Someone was seriously sleeping on the job that day
Thought my 8yo was lying when he said that a male woodchuck is a he-chuck & a female is a she-chuck.Nope. If I have to know that, so do you!
Sometimes advice from our kids is EXACTLY what we need to hear. Been a rough few months & what my 8yo said hit home holdinholden.com/2017/10/winn…
10yo: What is calculus? Me: It's you + me = us Husband: get out. #oldpeoplejokes
Bravery AND confidence pic.twitter.com/voqjVXWgZx