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Snot Junkie – A Mommy Morsel August 6, 2010

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The nasal syringe…or snot sucker as I like to call it.  Does anyone but me get a rush from a successful extraction?  I realized, after a noteworthy removal at the 5am feeding this morning, that I get very excited when this little sucker works!  For you sports fans, it’s like the excitement of a touchdown or a home run.  When I see that clear baby nostril I want to scream GOOOOAAAAL!  Except it’s 5am and the rest of the house is silently sleeping.  So instead I do a little happy dance and coo to Beeb about “how good that must have felt” and “isn’t he so happy now?!”.  I was so euphoric after I put him back in bed that I almost couldn’t go back to sleep myself….almost.  And then this afternoon I started jonesing for my next fix and I realized, I’m a snot junkie!  I’d like to think that I get the high from helping the helpless, assisting this little creature that has absolutely no control over his extremities, no way of blowing his own perfect little nose.  But then, I get the same rush from plucking a big boog out of Deet all the while telling him not to pick his nose because it’s gross.

What’s that expression, do as I say not as I do?

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Mommy’s Birthday Timeout August 5, 2010

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My own little timeout in a glass, a strawberry basil mojito from Lazy Dog Cafe.  It’s amazing what a good cocktail can do.  It can block out the fact that your 4 year old just crawled under the table to squeeze between you and your 12 year old in what was previously a very comfy booth.  Cozy.  Another sip…and that sweet little concoction just erased the fact that the 4 year old and the 12 year old are now fighting and punching each other.  Who thought that an 8 year span would make things easier?  Never mind, another pull…and that tasty drink just shut out the complaining cries of the 7 week old baby that is pissed because he’s been in his carrier for too long because the server is taking her sweet-ass time scooping out some ice cream and slicing a banana for my damn birthday dessert.

Deep breath…final swig….ahhhhhh, Happy Birthday to me.