Never Mind Me Over Here

It's just late on a Saturday night, and everyone else in the house is asleep.

I find myself staying up later than I ought to because when everyone else is asleep, it is the only time I have during the day to be "alone." And I require at least two hours of "alone" time to recharge and be ready for the next day, even if that means being short on sleep and thus apparently eventually shortening my life.

Whatever. When compared to sanity, sleep is underrated.

But seriously, not a whole lot going on over here, thus the lack of posting. One day flows fairly seamlessly into the next, and the routine around here is locked in pretty solidly.

My daughter refuses to speak, instead using her index finger and a catalogue of grunts to make her wishes known.

It's annoying, to say the least.

Also, my daughter is loud.

Like, really loud.

Like, loud enough that if she is standing at the front bay windows and sees something on the sidewalk or the street, then her screeching can be heard by the person/amimals in question.

The windows, by the way, are closed.

Oh, and tonight we went out to dinner (which we don't do that often because, hello! Toddler!) and my daughter acted very nicely until she managed to grab the basket of bread and fling it and its contents onto the neighboring table.

Good job, Hubba-hubba.

Thank god it wasn't me watching her, because now I get to mention this little parenting flub for the next year or so.

Hey, I've got to get my fun wherever I can.

Pathetic, I know.

Comments

Ted said…
Wow! You certainly have your hands full. But I'm glad you're making time to blog -- even if it's only every now and then.
11:49 PM
J said…
I didn't talk until really late, either, but I seem to be OK now. ;) Funny that she doesn't talk, and yet is VERY LOUD.
2:56 PM
Eunice Burns said…
Our youngest took awhile to speak actual words, but he was quite vehement in the gibberish that he spoke. Tonal inflections that SOUNDED like real speech patterns...but not real ones in the way we use them. And yes...very loud!



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7:01 AM
Kelley @ magneto bold too said…
She was just sharing around the bread.

Like Jesus.

Duh.
1:44 AM
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