but then the baby woke up...

this has been the story of my life lately. everytime i've started ANYTHING, that baby woke up. that's why i've posted the same damn thing to both blogs - i'm afraid to try to come up with new material. i'm afraid it will be tempting fate. case in point? the second i opened this posting window, we heard her little voice drifting out of her room. "mama? mama? MAMA!" i sent 1 in to deal with it but she wasn't having it. it's nice to be needed but sometimes i need to be not needed. especially in the middle of the night. if 3:30 am still qualifies as the middle of the night. i think it's closer to morning, personally. yes, i know this is posting at 2:30 am. 3:30 was the other night.

so i guess i'm a slacker. there hasn't been any post about my new year or my old year or here's what i want for my next year or this is what was accomplished in my last year. i can't decide if it's because nothing really interesting happens around here or too much interesting happens around here or, oh, hell, just read my sporadic posts for the past couple of months if you want to catch the highlights.

a few random things i've learned:

1-don't plan anything. the baby will wake up. forget about showers until 1 is home & save up those tv shows until she is 19 & out of the house where, if she doesn't want to sleep through the night, it's no longer your problem.

2-don't curse the kitchen. it will fight back & you will spend the rest of the day & the foreseeable future on the couch fighting with 1 and the dog for blanket space & going through bandaids like you were going through midori sours last night. yeah, i was watching. i know what you did last year.

3-teenagers & preteens. don't try to plan anything family related. it causes them to sprout wings & fly away before you've even got the plans out of your mouth. unless you're planning on buying them something interesting. like a skateboard or an archie book. then you can't get rid of them anymore than you can get stop grocery shopping for the ungrateful buggers. i'm just sayin'...if someone has a personal shopper they want to loan me, i won't turn it down.

4-this isn't really something i learned. it's more a question. how the hell is it that your fingers & toes are furthest from your brain but hurt the most when injured?

on that note - i must go beat 1 about the face & head as he just grazed my injured self & the 1/2 a percocet hasn't kicked in yet so i'm suddenly quite grouchy. i think i've entertained you all enough for now with my awesome new year's randomness instead of another same old, same old happy go lucky post. you love me. you know it.