Tempting the fates and a little ditty

Yesterday was Mother's Day, and it was fantastic :) In addition to the caricature that Tim had done for me, he got me a card from himself, and August got me a card as well! Tim helped her sign it, and it was the sweetest thing I've ever received. All these years I never realized how much a card can mean. It seems like such a simple gesture, but when I opened up that card and I saw this painstakingly scribbled little signature that Tim helped August write, I almost cried. I got to see my mother and my sister Sarah -- that, of course, is always good. I love my family more than anything, and will always put them first.

Unfortunately this past week, I have made the greatest mistakes one can make when one has a six-month-old. I have tempted the gods and they have smote me down -- I ignored the SCHEDULE! If you're a mother, you know what a disaster this is. I haven't gotten more than four hours of sleep a night since I committed this grievance. I didn't even think we had a schedule! But we did, oh boy, did we ever. You'd think that messing up the schedule wouldn't be that big of a deal; that it would only affect the baby, and she could just catch up on sleep throughout the day...no, life is FAR too cruel for that. That day after her shots was residue from the shots themselves, but now she's acting ALMOST the same way, and I am the perpetrator. I am the evil being that has brought this hell down upon us... well, Tim helped. From now on, I swear I will do my best to get us home at a decent hour, for the torture that awaits me if I don't, is not to my liking. The worst part about it isn't the sleep (or lack thereof), it's the change in August herself. My sweet little girl who's always so happy becomes a hellion of dangerous proportions -- she whines, she screams, she won't sleep, she asks me "why can't I have a cell phone mom? I'm a mature woman. I've got a new boyfriend -- he's 35, he did live with his mother until he was arrested now he's in jail, and he wants to become a family", then she marches around the house in the pair of shoes I told her not to buy because they are inappropriate while periodically screaming in a pitch that the highest soprano cannot hit.



Interesting sidenote, I have a voice recognition software program that I am running. August woke up and is being whiny again -- so I left it running, and let it record what it thinks August is saying.

E. will go a all know are well and will and we will no know him and will you we know you will will I know that our will is and you know you are a new will will will will will will will you do will will will you to you and you are in and you are a

I think she could be a songwriter in this day and age.