Out There

I'm reading this book by Madeleine L'Engle (when I have time), called "Many Waters," part of the "A Wrinkle in Time" series borrowed from my 13-year-old nephew.

It supposed to be an 8th grade reading level, but man, it's really out there...traveling through space and time, story lines interweaving multiple generations, heavy behaviorial themes, incredible fantastical characters and planets. I didn't think these four books would be so involved. I was just looking for something fun to read after Harry Potter!

Do you remember reading these?

Sweet Pea Quote of the Day

"I smell somethin," I say in my sing-songy Mom voice, as I walk into the room.

"You smell my poop," Sweet Pea says matter-of-factly. Then goes back to playing.

Nice one, smarty pants.

A Toddler Tantrum

We were out on the deck on a beautiful, sunny day and I wanted to take some pictures of Sweet Pea. But she wanted the camera instead. I did not let her have it and instead taped her chasing me. I start laughing after awhile, which sounds evil, but was somehow surprisingly therapeutic.

The video is only a minute long, but the actual tantrum was longer. And mind you, this one was of her MILDER ones.

The Mom Challenge, Challenged

It just seems to be a bad combination: working mornings (getting up at 3:30am) and having a toddler.

Feeding Sweet Pea is usually a challenge because you have to be able to move fast to catch the food that's inevitably thrown. I'm used to that. But last night, at the time of day when I'm running on just fumes, she kept switching chairs (hers has a towel covering it, so every time she switches, the towel has to come too), she wanted to go straight to dessert and skip her rice and green beans (of course), and screamed when she couldn't have whatever she was having in the PINK bowl (what??). I had to ask God for patience as she threw eveything off her tray and started thrashing around in her seat.

I know I'm tired and that I lose my patience faster because of it, but KNOWING that doesn't help. I know she's a 2-year-old and that she will act like one, but that does nothing to slow down my short fuse being lit either.

What's the solution? More sleep? More discipline? Oddly enough, I think it's just spending more time with Sweet Pea when we're both not tired. I'm so "ready-set-go" all day and "I-have-to-get-things-done" that I (sadly) don't have time when she says "Let's read a book" because I have to start thinking about dinner at 4pm so I can eat before 6pm so I can go to bed by 8pm.

I feel so drained by the end of each day. I'm still looking for the mysterious 'balance' that some working moms (or stay-at-home moms, for that matter) have found.

Starstruck moment

We just interviewed her on the radio. I'm not a fan, I don't watch her show, haven't seen her movies and don't listen to her music, but even I gotta say... there's just something about talking to a famous person, in person.

Here's my short list: Hillary Clinton, Jimmy Carter, Miley Cyrus.

Do I have to?

I used to have a MySpace page, but I dumped it for Facebook. Do I really need to Twitter? Yes, apparently, since the morning show producer is getting traffic information faster than I am and I'm the damn traffic reporter.