An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
….I don’t drink! Otherwise, I’d be chit faced 24/7 for a while. Heh. No…it’s not that bad….well, it COULD be worse. But lemme tell ya, there is a REAL good reason women my age don’t have children. We aren’t cut out for the stress that comes along with the raising of children! Well, THIS ol’ broad isn’t!
At 2:30 this morning, I get poked by a 14 year old, complaining she couldn’t take it anymore! Seriously? Take what? It seems that wee Spud had decided sleep was not an option…for anyone! Well, let’s see…make sure the diaper is clean? Check. No bones broken, no blood gushing? Nope. Well, what’s the problem? He was hungry. UGH! NO NO NO NO! Small children, who stuff themselves like a Christmas goose, with an entire HUGE ear of corn, about a pound of boneless BBQ rib, and a few extra munchies for desert, are NOT hungry in the wee hours of the morning.
Well, once we got his little face fed with some yogurt, and a cookie, it was time to play. sigh… No! It’s time for sleep! Not so fast! PLAY first…sleep later. So, what does SP decide to do? Make him chase a laser light. *shakes head* She scares me!
Lucky for us, it worked…eventually. We finally got to bed around 4am. This is not good for either an ol’ broad, or a hormonal teenager.
Yes, I’m aware there are many events taking place in the country, and around the world, but right now, I’m finding being worn to a frazzle by a 16 month old lunatic baby a WHOLE lot more entertaining!