So I haven't blogged since Joe was born. I'd love to say it's because I've been just too gosh darn busy but in reality it's because I've been too tired to put on pants let alone string together 2 sentences that are coherent or amusing.
Also I find it hard to blog during the day-I turn around for one second and Lily has already undressed Joe (who has now peed on the floor), emptied the contents of all drawers and is debating politics on the phone with some lucky person in China. To write a blog entry? She would have the place redecorated before I had the chance to type my second paragraph.
Having another child so soon is like having another tequila shot-oh it's a great idea at the moment but good luck not ending up in a puddle of pee at the end of it... Seriously, i think I've covered it in my last blog-There is no margin of error when it comes to a boy's diaper. It's been almost 5months now and Joe is still not sleeping through the night. You know that feeling you get when that woman with the perfect body tells you how no matter what she eats she can't gain weight? That's the same feeling I get when my husband tells me how tired he is because he only got 6hours of sleep. Seriously, my husband does his best impression of playing dead at 4am.
At the moment my career is a stay-at-home mom and wife-the career path often not showcased at career day in university because it's just too glamourous and everyone would be dropping out to pursue it. Some say it's a pretty important job raising up this nation's youth. To be honest I haven't set the bar that high-I'm just trying not to raise a serial killer or even worse....a hipster! But don't worry citizens of Canada, I treat this job with the same gusto that I treat all my jobs. I sort of half ass it. It's not how well you can do a job, it's how much you can pretend you know what you're doing while taking multiple coffee breaks and skipping out early Friday for a liquid lunch. I've heard of super moms, women who can do it all and have it all. If I was a super hero I'd be mediocre mom. My super power? Being able to tune out whining while updating my status on Facebook.
All kidding aside, parenting is actually tough work with very little instruction. Seriously at the hospital they hand you a few pamphlets with your newborn as you're leaving exclaiming "hopefully you won't be back when you get your hand jammed in the stroller while folding it up!". My telus tv came with more instruction! It's also one of those things you don't know if you're doing right until years later when you're either attending their med-school graduation or attending a support group on how to remove your 38 year old from your basement (hint: hire a locksmith).
I recently signed up for a parenting course called Nobody's perfect. Quite honestly it could be have been the history of indoor plumbing for all I cared, they snagged me with promises of free lunch and child care. Free child care is the holy grail, I'd even let the dentist drill more holes on my head if he offered a bouncy castle and some crackers for the lil ones. The key word is free. Hey it could be the hobo that constructed the shopping cart city behind the mall teaching the kids how to shotgun a beer then return the empties for cash, it's still an hour of not having to pretend that you care that the wheels on the bus are still going 'round and round. I also started to attend our local "Strong Start" which starts at the ungodly hour of 8:30am. Anyways, by the time the kids and I are showered, fed and out of the house it's closer to 10am. I just don't think we're strong start material...maybe weak crawl instead? The whole point of it is to socialize your children. The fact that Lily spends most of it eating rocks or trying to plow down the other kids with toy strollers must mean we need it...
Anyways I have a few half written blogs on scrapes of paper so let's see if I can get the blog going again....
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