*because gumbo has a lot of stuff thrown in a pot and you’re like OKRA AND SHRIMP?! because that doesn’t sound like it would work together, but it does. Oh, it does.
My child had a rough night last night. And admittedly, Tony is a very very easy child so a rough night for us is, like, devastating. Like, break out the Holy Water and rosaries because this child? Is clearly taken over by demons. He’s had sinus crap for awhile now, but he was NOT feverish and he was just awful to everyone and then got upset to the point that he dry-heaved for HALF-AN-HOUR if anyone spoke to him and finally Jack said, “I think he has a headache.” Bryan and I both looked at him and thought Eh, why the hell not? and dosed him with some ibuprofen and BOOM! happy baby again. It was the most bizarre thing ever, and a bit foreboding as both Jack and Bryan suffer from migraines.
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Semi-related: WHY IS THE TIME CHANGE SO FRICKIN’ LATE THIS YEAR? Everyone’s all cranky and irritable and we all look at the sun with such disdain like WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?! and I’m ready to get my extra hour of sleep, is what I’m saying here. I considered maybe I missed the change entirely, but I haven’t seen a deluge of Angry Parenting Tweets on Twitter, and those are the sign that a time change has happened.
.. or that Sprout/Nick Jr/PBS has up and changed their scheduled programming again.
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I started Bootcamp Wednesday morning and MAN. Although, yay me, I did get through the entire hour without having to sit down and/or vomit, so WAY TO IMPROVE, SARAH! You leave bootcamp sessions feeling like you could easily conquer the world, but that feeling is so hard to replicate and remember at 4:45 in the morning when your bed is just as enticing. But, I’m happy to put one foot in front of the other and get this thing started. Mostly because I miss buying new clothes, and I’ve totally stuck to my resolution to not buy any new clothes until I can do in a smaller size.
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I asked on Twitter yesterday how much you guys average dollar-wise per kid over the holidays. The answers were fairly consistent and also, I think I way overspent last year and this year will be The Disappointing Year for the boys. I mean, last year included (not limited to, but INCLUDED) a Playstation 3. Last year, however, I was working crazy crazy overtime hours and money seemed to be falling from the ceiling. (Not quite, especially considering I’d been unemployed for four months prior.) The suckiest part about this is that – being the major breadwinner – I have to sit ALL of the boys down (including the Biggest Boy) and explain that we’re going to have to cut back this year. This makes me feel like a failure. Truly. On all fronts. Because, really, I want them all to be like No, we just love the holiday because of the company! and the cookies! and the frivolity! like I feel. So I feel like a financial AND a parental failure.
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My dad got very concerned about my mental health while I was in Austin because I only photographed food. I think this makes the mark of a very awesome vacation. (Am a foodie!)
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I’m trying not to take it personally that I finally got a Klout perk (which, please don’t for a second believe I hang my hat on anything “score driven” on the internet) this week, and THE DAY AFTER everyone’s scores dropped like WHOA.
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Does anyone have the large age range of kids that I do in my house? Like, do you have one child who is 5+ years older than the other? How do you deal with Santa there? Do you involve the older child? I need advice here.
