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So I’ve returned.

Excited?

I can tell.

We’ve been busy. REAL busy.

Like we’ve been potty training.

Don’t get too excited. Potty training consists of Robbie shoving his hand in the toilet and then into his mouth all while I try not to throw up.

No, I’m not pregnant.

We also went camping and I learned I have a secret.

I will share when I am ready.

No, I’m not pregnant.

We’ve been trying to buy a house.

And by trying I mean we live on a hundred dollars trying to sock away enough for the down payment and the 7 thousand dollars that follows for the “extras”.

We really need the extra room. Like REALLY need it!

No, I’m not pregnant.

We cut Liams hair.

It was getting scraggly and the child is going through early onset male patterned baldness.

Makes me sad he’s growing up so fast.

He’s growing up so much faster than Robbie and with Robbie I knew early on that I would have another one to enjoy soon.

THIS TIME I DON’T!

Let me clarify,

I AM NOT PREGNANT.

 

This blog posting has been written for my father. The man who continues to insist I am pregnant again. No Dad, I’m not pregnant I’m just fat. Thanks 🙂

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Today has been one of those days.

You know, the kind where you just feel like your best just isn’t cuttin’ it. I think this stems from my first-born attempting to impale his soft spot with the corner of my jewelry-holding-tower-thingy. Yes, I am quite certain that is the proper terminology for it… Shuddup

Anyways, last night, while I was trying to feed the little stink, I realized my big stink had gone unusually quiet and was out of my line of sight. This should have been a key indicator that something was rotten in Denmark, but, alas, I am all good at this parenting gig and let it go. Honestly, what was I going to do? The little stink was attached to me and had already had to wait such a long time to eat because I had been dealing with his brother earlier. Can’t that little guy get some love too?

Apparently not.

When Little Robbie was finally in my eye sight he was crushed under a semi largish piece of furniture with its corner securely attached to his head. That corner people? It was unnervingly close to his soft spot! I almost fell over! Actually I screamed. I startled the half asleep nursing baby, caused him to bust out the water works, I terrified the crushed child, and caused him to bust out the “I’m so upset I can’t even take a breath” water works… Yes, parenting at it’s finest…

SIGH

On the bright side? He was totally fine. On the not so bright side? I don’t know that I can recover… It was too traumatic for me.

This is comparable to the canned corn debacle of 2011.

Little Robbie dropped a can on his toe. I swore he needed to be rushed to the ER because his toe was falling off. I was told it was a flesh wound and to get over it…I may over react…

But only a little.

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I wasn’t all that young

But I surely wasn’t grown

I had already learned my lesson

Of trusting anyone outside the home

I had heard it all before

Beware a stranger

No one bothered to tell me

That it’s not just of a stranger to be wary

 

Come

she pleaded

It’s right up your alley

A bunch of us will spend

the day in the city

 

I didn’t want to say yes

I was afraid to let her in

I had already felt the sting of rejection

The pain of a lost friend

 

It’ll be fun

she said

None of us bite

 

It wasn’t the bite I feared

But the hurt that lingers

 

Sure

I said

False excitement

I’ll come

 

Great,

I’ll pick you up tomorrow

 

Tomorrow came

She never called

I waited by the door

Like a puppy waits at home

 

I checked my phone

I checked my e-mails

I checked my forehead

To see if “gullible” was written

 

I waited

Remembering the feelings

I had been here before

I’d never been stood up by a boy

but friends?

That’s a different story

 

Sorry, came

another day later

We had a change of plans

She picked at her nails

Everyone decided to go to the beach

Didn’t figure on you coming

 

No problem I said

My face hot with embarrassment

No big deal

A cry choking at my throat

 

I had been here before

Stupidity became me

I vowed to end this

It wouldn’t happen again

 

To this day we’re not friends

Only acquaintances

I see her all the time

But in her find little trust

 

I wasn’t all that young

But I surely wasn’t grown

I had already learned my lesson

Of trusting anyone outside the home

I had heard it all before

Beware a stranger

No one bothered to tell me

That it’s not just of a stranger to be wary

 

* I’m participating in Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, prompt #4 : Left Behind
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I have been absent for a week, how distressing! Much has changed in the past week…

Not really…

I’m still very much so pregnant (kid is refusing to read my notices of eviction-RUDE), my 11-month-old is still into everything, and my mind is still lost. Business as usual.

Today was pretty eventful for us though.

This morning we trekked down to our ever friendly DMV and waited to have our number called over a garbled sound system, which wouldn’t have been awful if the monitors had worked. Can you guess what wasn’t working today? If you guessed DMV you would be correct. Vanna, tell ’em what they’ve won! I always seem to have trouble at the DMV, but today wasn’t too horrible, as compared to the other times I’ve gone. We were able to get in and out fairly quickly, but I guess that happens when you can just throw a butt-load of money at them and walk away. Ok, so maybe I’m bitter. Sue me.

Then is was off to our play date.

Remember when I told you I had “that kid”? Well, nothing proved it more than today!

The play date was being held at, what is called at our church, the “Port”. It used to be a place, back in the day, where sailors/soldiers could stay while they were stationed here. Apparently it was a great place to pick up men. Ask my Aunts, that’s how they met their husbands :)! Anyways, it’s a huge open space with huge windows and some doors going out to a gated patio area. The little one’s were meant to stay inside while the bigger kids went out on the patio to play with their bikes. Seems reasonable, right?

Not according to my kid…

“Robbie honey,” I call to my child in my sweetest of voice (Hey, don’t judge! I was at church, I can pretend I’m nice there!). “Mommy doesn’t want you to go outside. It’s not safe.”

I calmly pick up my child and redirect him to another area.

Mere minutes pass and he’s high-tailing it out there again.

“Robbie, please stay in here with me. You could get hurt.”

Seconds after I say that, I watch his little blond head slam into the metal of the door frame. My child is the only child wailing and why is my child wailing? Because his mommy seems slightly incompetent. Every head turned as my child wailed. Every eye on the child refusing to be consoled, pushing against my chest trying to escape my comforting embrace  because he is positive I totally pushed his head into that door frame. Did I mention I’m 9 months pregnant? I’m sure I’m the poster mommy of “perfection”. Or was that, INCOMPETENCE?!?!

SIGH

I set him down after he has finished wiping snot all over my shirt and reach over to get him a snack. As I’m pulling out the dried mangoes I see that little head bobbing over to the open door for the millionth to play, more like get trampled on, with the big kids.

This went on for an HOUR! I could not deter this child! He would even try to be tricky! He would pretend he was wandering over to a toy, lull me into a false sense of security and then quickly u-turn and dash to the door!

Yea, I have “that kid”.

I don’t even want to tell you about his revolutionary leadership skills in his Sunday school class.

However, I will tell you what I learned today…

That we so need one of these

http://www.amazon.com/Jolly-Jumper-Safety-Harness-Leash/dp/B001L2M5GI

For a moment I was like, “really? Is that what we’ve come to?’

And to that I say

Yes, yes it is!

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This is not my first time at the blogging rodeo. If you didn’t gather this much from the title I, A. don’t know that I can help you and B. not sure I want to. I used Blogger before, but was not its biggest fan and got bored when I “couldn’t” talk about my new pregnancy– 1st trimester fears and all that. However, since I am now officially 35 weeks pregnant I think I can safely talk about it ;)!

This leads into the choice of my blog name. This is pretty self-explanatory if you know me IRL, but if you don’t, you would be confused. My children are too close together. There, I said it. I allowed myself to blindly believe that nursing was an effective form of birth control… My son is 11 months old and I am due with my second son in a month. Obviously, I was wrong in my assumption… You know what they say about assuming, makes an a…you get my drift! Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids and all that jazz, but I certainly wasn’t expecting a second so soon after the first! Especially since the first came as a *ahem* bit of a surprise too!

Anyways, I guess I should do the polite thing and introduce myself. You might have gathered I am a mom of 1.85 boys, I am, also, 22-years-old, and, as of recently, a college drop out. OK the college drop out is really something I just say that amuses me. I’m actually almost done with my degree,  but keep taking these 9  month breaks along the way. So, at the rate I’m going I would guess I’ll be finished in about 10 years, give or take a couple of days.  WHAT?!?! I’m all kinds of scientific in my realism!

Now for my mushy *kiss* *kiss* can’t wait to talk again send off! When really it’s more of an “I’m tired, I’m going to bed and tomorrow I will write something that doesn’t resemble anything of us ‘talking’ and more along the lines of a soliloquy”. Oh yes, I might get all Hamlet-y on you!

And, with that, I bid you adieu!

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