Keepin’ It Real

Gross.  Ish.  Ick.  Nasty.  Ewww…

All words that were said and thought today…

I went downstairs to make lunch for baby and me – and there were ants everywhere!  Seriously.  On the counters.   On the floor.  Coming out of all the crevices in our oven and stove.  By the front door.  Near the door to the garage.  I even had one crawl on me from the COUCH!

Seriously.  Anyone who knows me, knows I am addicted to Clorox wipes – and my counters are clean.  What do these stupid ants not understand?

Hubby came home for lunch – and got to jump into helping me.  I had to laugh when he turned on the oven full blast, and all four burners.  As the ants raced out of the cracks and crevices, they were instant “crispy critters!”  Ha!  Got ya!  (And in the process, found out that our vent has a safety measure – it turns on automatically if things get too hot.  Huh!  We’ve lived here 8 years and have never seen it come on by itself…)

I avoided the kitchen the rest of the day.  Hubby brought home ant killer and has been cleaning behind and under the stove and refrigerator….  I cleaned all the counter tops and emptied and filled the dishwasher – in the midst of making and cleaning up dinner.  Not the way we thought we would spend this evening…  (And I have a constant case of the heebie geebies…  Sleep should be fun tonight!)

Oh!  And my diet has kicked into high gear.  Limited calories = limited energy and a sinking mood.


On the bright side…

Lovin’ my hubby.  He’s good stuff.

Got some stuff organized today.

Sawyer’s playing Peekaboo!

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I added a bit of peanut butter to my diet brownie – much better.

I have plans to go out tomorrow night.  There might be a glass of wine in my future.

Dad sent me a lovely text today.  Made me smile.

Watching our dog go under the baby gate makes me giggle.

My orange bell peppers are finally turning orange!

One of my best friend’s birthdays is tomorrow…  Thank God she was born!  I have no idea what my life would have been like without her..!

This little guy makes me smile…  Who knew baby proofing could be fun?

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So there ya go…  Not everyday is paradise.  Some are just downright icky.  Sometimes, you just need to make a list and remember the good things.  And so what about those annoying ants?!  They’ll be gone tomorrow…  Right?


What annoyed you today?


This Stuff Really Happens…


Last night was our first projectile vomiting adventure since beginning solid foods.  Honestly?  This was one of my biggest fears of becoming a parent.  Puke.  I’m about as squeamish as they come and dreaded the day this would happen.

The kid and I were sitting on the couch, playing happily and all seemed well.  Daddy came home from work and said a quick “hi” before going into the bedroom to change out of his work clothes.  In that quick moment, Sawyer started bouncing up and down with excitement to play with Daddy – and apparently bounced one too many times.  He suddenly looked at me with a look of horror – eyes wide and glassy, mouth pinched…  And then it erupted.  Like “The Exorcist.”  All over me, him, the couch.  Let’s just say the dog is lucky she’s so quick and spry!

I was in such shock all I could do was yell, “help!!!”  My husband came running – in his boxers and socks, which kind of made me laugh in the midst of the mess…  He graciously threw me a towel and grabbed a basin for the still-coming ick.  

Then, the smell came.  That’s when I had to tap out.  I offered to take the kid and jump in the shower – for both our sakes – while Hubby took care of cleaning up the couch.  He agreed.  And I swear a shower was never so welcomed…  Mike even rinsed our clothes and took care of anything that smelled like puke.  Thank God.

Once all had calmed down, baby was clean, Mama was clean, the couch cushions were off the couch (covers in the washer – I believe, for the first time ever!)…  My husband looked at me and said, “You handled that remarkably well.”  And he smirked.  Yes.  Smirked.

I survived.  I stayed calm (with the one exception, my scream for help).  I didn’t join in the vomiting – which, let’s be honest, was my worst fear.  I didn’t pass out.

I’m a mom, now.  And the mom gene must be kicking in.  Because all of a sudden, I can do it.  I got this.  Probably not with anyone else’s kid…  But hey.  It’s a start!

Now…  Let’s hope this doesn’t happen again for a VERY long time, shall we?