Who Is this Lady?

Ok, we are finally back home and trying to get back into the swing of things. Last week, Syd and I had to unexpectantly fly home for Gram’s funeral. Since her death was so unexpected that definitly took a lot out of everyone. But, gotta say passing in your sleep is a great way to go. Syd always makes me think of my Grandma Knox since we lost her during my first pregnancy. So I think this time around we can all think of Grandma Coburn with this little girl. I have to admit that it freaked me out a little to have lost a Grandma with both pregnancies.
Onto another topic….I have been running around like a crazy woman trying to get everything ready for this basement refinishing. I have to pick out absolutely everything that is going in there and feel like I need to get a few quotes to save a buck or two. I don’t know how those people with custom homes do it all themselves. Here is everything we have to get before they start Feb 10th just so you see where I am….carpet, bar cabinets and granite countertop, bar sink, bar fridge, bar faucet, shower, toilet, sink, bathroom light, bathroom floor, towel and toilet paper racks, laminate floor for gym, paint color, and everything for the home theatre including the projector, screen, speakers, gadget case and God knows what else. The carpet, cabinets and countertops are taking forever. Every place you go is at least a two hour stop and then the quotes are all over the place. I hope to lay them all out later this week and just get it done. Oh, and there is that little toddler running around like mad throwing all the little sample sheets on the floor as Mommy chases her around yelling. Did I mention that we are in California all next week?
Anyway, this has brought me around to my real topic for today…I think I am losing it. Here is an example of what I am talking about. Yesterday, I called Lowe’s to make sure I could see a cabinet designer. (I had driven the 30 minutes down there the day before and there was nobody working the department, so I was a little pissed.) As I am getting ready to get out of the car I decided to grab a sip of water and totally missed my mouth and spilled it all down the crotch of my pants. So now I look like I peed myself, lovely. I get Syd out of the car and go inside. The guy in the cabinet department then tells me that it will be at least an hour wait to see him and that I should have made an appointment. Ok, this is why I called you first you idiot. Oops, he said I remember you calling but this lady just walked in and I have to help her. After more of my ranting the lady decided to make her own appointment and I was helped. The kid was real nice but must have been new because he couldn’t figure out how to work the computer fully. I was patient the first 45 minutes, Syd was being good coloring so all was well. Then, for no reason I started to feel dizzy and had to have them get me some water. Syd thought we were leaving so she started running around and was ready to go. The water did the trick but Syd was still running around and we were not done yet. Mad that I wouldn’t leave she starts pointing at me yelling “Sniy”, not sure what that meant but sounded like Nazi German code. Seeing this didn’t work she begins pulling all those formica color samples off the wall and throwing them at me. So I run after her putting the samples back up and trying to get her to play nicely some more while the kid stares and tries to figure out his computer again. She then spots the water cooler and begins to lift the spicket to pour water on the floor while she simultaneously wipes snot all over the cooler. Now throwing the final straw, she walks up to a group of men working, turns around, pulls down her pants including diaper and laughs hysterically as she moons them all. Imagine how this looked. An airhead woman with peed pants unable to control her toddler and pregnant with another one.
Point to this story…I have become one of those Moms who you all look at disapprovingly. Running after her kid who is mooning the staff and obviously not the one in charge of the situation…with another kid on the way. At least I own up to the fact that yes I sometimes have no control over my kid but you’d better learn how to do your damn job so that I don’t have to become one of those Mothers. I take the brunt of the responsibility but I don’t think its too much to ask for others to help out a pregnant Momma every now and again. I think it may be time to start spanking occassionally but just can’t bring myself to do it. Is this good or bad?
Thank God I am done getting those long quotes. But think I may just leave Miss Syd at home with Daddy from now on.

  • Jenn (AKA-MAMA)

    I am laughing so hysterically right now that I can’t type…I’ll comment later!!!!!!

  • Mary

    Oh, puhleez…that behavior has never been exhibited by Sydney or you. Dad and I can be there in a moment’s notice.