Not off to a better start, am I?

So I guess I wasn't better about posting yesterday. I do have an excuse though, and I think it's pretty viable.

I was either terribly tired or terribly distracted yesterday. Can't figure out which one it was. Either way, not the best time to blog.

How do I know that it's not just some lame excuse to try and weasel yourself out of the guilt that you may or may not feel about saying you were going to be better about posting and then not following through? (That's probably what you're thinking to yourself- or at least what I would be thinking to myself- right about now...)

My simple answer is this. I closed my own face in the refrigerator door last night.

Now, honestly, aren't you glad that I didn't post yesterday?

Caught You!

Daughter has recently decided that she doesn't really need to stay in bed once we put her to bed. That means that we spend about 20 minutes putting her back into bed after we already put her to bed for the night. I think I figured out that if I cut her nap off early, she will just stay in for the night once she is down.

Today though, because selfish honesty here... I wanted to watch the end of a show on HGTV without interruptions (I know... so important!!) I let her sleep a little longer than usual. Needless to say, she has been up several times since putting her to bed. I thought I heard her up preparing to squish herself against the door to peek under it so I jumped up, quickly got to the door and flung the door open in hopes of catching her in the act and, therefore, teaching her that Mommy really does know what is going on even when she is not in the same room and you are supposed to be asleep.

So I'm thinking to myself "HA! Caught you!!"... and then I look over and see the precious little sleepy head snuggled deep into her bed, cuddling Bear- right where I left her. Nice going, Mom! Way to show Daughter just how smart you really are!

Home Alone

Well, not exactly alone. I still have 2 children and a dog at home, but Husband is gone. He had to go to Texas for work this week. I miss him already.

I know this is going to sound ridiculous... but it's stormy outside and I wish Husband were here to protect me. I really am not afraid of storms... in fact I actually enjoy them most of the time. What I don't like is when I have to be the brave one in the house. Say, if lightening hits the house next door to us (not likely, I realize) I don't want to have to be the only one to be brave and calm and round up the kids and the dog and all of the stuff you have to grab along with the kids and the dog after lightening hits the house next door to you and catches on fire. Do I sound nuts, yet?

When Husband was deployed I just about scared myself sick (literally) one night. Son was still very little and I was boiling his bottle parts and pacifiers (lovingly called "pluggies" in our house) after he went to bed. Well, I hopped on the computer upstairs in the office to do something and completely forgot that I had things boiling on the stove. I forgot until 11:00pm and the whole building fire alarm started going off. After I went downstairs to be sure that it wasn't me setting off the fire alarm late at night in the dead of winter when it was- honestly- 5 degrees outside, I realized that it was my kitchen on fire. The pot that I was boiling everything in had boiled completely dry and not just melted all of the rubber and plastic things in the pot, but literally set them on fire. I couldn't get the fire out by throwing a lid on the pot, so I ran upstairs to grab the baby and the dog (and all the stuff you have to grab along with the baby and the dog) and ran outside until the fire department came (from directly across the parking lot). Luckily, I was blessed to have a wonderful and calm neighbor who put the fire out with baking soda while I was outside completely freaked out. Thank you Olivia's Mommy!! After the fire department traipsed through the house leaving melted snow and black marks all over the first floor of the house (including on the walls- explain that!) things settled down a bit. I don't think I slept at all that night though!

Now you know why I like for husband to be here during a storm. Doesn't make a lick of sense, but welcome to my life!