I just finished watching The Baby Borrowers. The show has a really neat concept: set up a teenage couple in a house and hand them a baby to watch for a period of three days. The house was completely furnished with regular furniture, baby furniture and food, and once the teens got their clothes and such unpacked, their child was brought in. Obviously there were safeguards in place: a nanny available 24/7 to shadow if need be, and the parents themselves could watch what was happening in the house at all times, from another house right across the street. But generally, the teen couples were on their own with their charges.
So this week’s episode featured toddlers. I can definitely sympathize with the frustration level some of the teens experienced. Toddlers ARE frustrating. And yeah, they sleep 10 – 14 hours straight, rather than the horrible little cat naps that tiny babies do, but they are SO much more active during the day.
Heh, I think this is my new favorite show. Have you seen it?
I have to pee. I’m thirsty. I’m desperately craving chocolate. But I don’t feel like getting up, my glass isn’t within reach, and there’s no chocolate in the house, and my mom has my car so I can’t even go out to buy chocolate. Le sigh.
Alyssa is up. She slept late today and didn’t come stumbling out until almost noon. I need to hurry up and get her into bed though, because tomorrow morning we all have to be up and ready to go out the door when Dan needs to leave for work, and that’s at 11am. We need to leave a few minutes earlier, so that Dan has the time to grab his check and take it to the bank. Since we’ve all been sleeping in, getting up at 9:30am (me) and 10:15am (kids) is going to suck. But, sigh, we’ll deal, somehow!
So, what does everyone have planned for the weekend? I plan on taking a part of my paycheck and shopping for mens rings, and paying bills. For the rings, I’m looking at titanium, but I also like tungsten rings. I know, I’m so exciting.
If you want to excite me, take me to Target. I love that I can get almost everything we need from there. The only exception is plus-size clothing for me (I’ll take Fashion Bug any time!) and food beyond the basic gallon of milk, loaf of bread or frozen pizza. I’d say that 99% of Alyssa’s clothing and 100% of Ryan’s clothing came from Target. I buy socks for myself at Target, and all of my husband’s clothes from Target.
Now, if you want to bore me to tears, drag me to a hardware store like Home Depot. Nothing will put me to sleep faster than lumber, paint, plumbing, commercial lighting and carpet swatches. Though I try to make the most of the time there and keep myself lively by checking out some of the neat gadgets they’ll often have near the cash registers.
What is your favorite store?
So I had been yapping about a neighborhood yard sale that was held on June 28th. I had every intention of participating, but I was so wiped out from our vacation, driving home and getting settled back in at home (we came home on Thursday evening; the 28th was a Saturday morning) that I skipped it. In hindsight, I should have put a bunch of stuff (baby bedding, baby toys, a few infant outfits) outside with a donation box and let the neighborhood have at it. But I didn’t. And now the stuff is still in my house. And I’m sure that half the neighborhood is pissed with me for not doing my part and turning out with crap to sell. Oh well. The downside is that every time I look at the baby stuff I want more babies!
To be honest, we have lived here for a little over a year, and aside from the people on either side of our house, I have no desire to really meet and mingle with anyone else. Not the guy across the road who we had an issue with over a basketball hoop, not the woman next door to him who bellows like an enraged yak for her teenage boys, and not the family on the other side, the husband who is very nice (he helped my brothers and I push my mom’s stalled mini-van down the road) but the wife who stares daggers at me every time she sees me (apparently me leaving a plate of cookies on their porch as a way of saying “Thanks for helping me push a mini-van!” is synonymous with, “Hi, can I steal your husband?” ), or the other parents of cretins whom they never take responsibility for.
I’ll just keep on being that snobbish, uppity neighbor that I’m sure everyone thinks I am.