There’s an ever present trend in my life – I hate Tuesdays. Well, this week I hate Mondays. Yes, Tuesday and I still didn’t see eye to eye – I was tired, my head hurt, and work totally blew. But Tuesday was been kind to me this week. For you see, Monday made me its bitch. Well, my car anyways.
So Tammi the Taraus has been a very good car to me. I’ve had her since late 2008/early 2009. I can’t remember exactly when, but I do know it was my senior year of college.
So on the way to work on Monday I got stuck in traffic. Mind you, I’ve been coming in an hour early to earn credit hours to use when we go to the beach. So normally traffic is decent. Well, I crawled along the way because of an accident. It took me twice as long to get to work (1 hour instead of 30 minutes) and when I got to the spot where the radio had said there was an accident there was nothing! It was ridiculous.
So after sitting in traffic for over an hour, Tammi decided to stutter and try to die on me as I got off the highway. Well I crossed the bridge into Kentucky and she tried to die again. I prayed we’d make to a parking spot, and we did. I checked my oil and it was bone dry (sorry, Tam). So Poor Josh tried to bring me some on my first break, but he got stuck in traffic. So he missed me. So he waited around Covington with a fussy hungry baby and no diaper bag.
Luckily I got to have lunch with him and Ellabelle. So it wasn’t all bad. The drive home was horrible because the oil didn’t help. So I took Tammi to the Ford dealer on Tuesday and she got looked at. Luckily, I only have to replace two hoses. So she’s getting an oil change and will be back to me tomorrow. I like driving my dads car. It’s fast and light, but it’s no Tammi. I’ll be glad to have her back.
I’m German. Schoenig, Dunhoft. Fulmer. Rolfes. Lots and lots of German floating around in this gene pool. So when Oktoberfest season starts (yes, there’s more than one here) I get happy. This weekend we went to the first of the season – Germania Oktoberfest.
We ate goetta
and creme puffs.
We watched them cook world famous Oktoberfest chickens.
We watched the rat game.
Most importantly, we sat at the crowded picnic table surround by trees listening to some German lounge singer under the twinkle lights, and we were happy. It was beautiful night to celebrate the joys of being German. (I took Josh’s name, and he took my heritage). We talked and ate and laughed and took pictures and tried to win my mom a purple monkey (we failed). We were together. It’s been a long time since we had such a great night. It was well deserved.
I love who I am and where I came from and that I get to share all of this with my little German girl.
It’s my lunch break. Fridays tend to drag on at work somehow so I felt like it took forever to get to lunch anyways. What’s weird is that I don’t really know what to do with myself.
I ate. (Peanut butter sandwich and Cheetos)
I checked my apps. (Facebook, Instagram, timehop, and twitter)
And there’s nothing on the tv in the canteen worth watching.
Usually I talk to josh on my lunch break. Tonight he’s napping. Ellabelle is too so I didn’t have the heart to make him get up just to talk to me. Plus this building is either made out of lead or its got too many govt security features on it that keep my cell phone from getting a decent signal. So I’m just sitting. It’s been a quiet night here at work since I’ve been working pretty much alone. I get to spend the last half of my night on a computer.
I got to nap with Ellabelle today so I’m not as tired as I usually am but she jacked up my arm while we slept. I don’t have really much else to say. I’m just ready to go home and start my weekend.
Ellabelle hasn’t been sleeping well which means none of us have been sleeping well. She’s congested and sunburnt and possibly teething. So it could be any of those factors or all of them that’s making her wake up crying just long enough to wake me up and then fall back sleep.
Work was a struggle tonight. I just want to be at home with these three:
And maybe a cat to curl up with.
I’m tired and sad and tired. (Did I mention tired?) The last time I felt like this was when I had a newborn in the house. Ellabelle has given her cold to me and if she feels like I do I get why she wakes up crying. Tuesdays suck. Luckily, this quick Tuesday post is actually posting on Wednesday which means its time to go home to my pillow and to my baby.
Our weekends always seem so full, and, even when they aren’t, we still run around. Saturday we went and watched our nephew play his first football game. He was excited. We sat along the sidelines during the first real summer day of the week. Poor Miss EB got sunburnt on her little nose and cheeks.
We spent Saturday evening with my parents at the St. John Dry Ridge Festival. I grew up going to festivals during the summer so it was important to me that EB get to go to one. This was her first since last year I was either A) too pregnant to be out in the heat or B) in too much pain from a c-section and too exhausted from having a newborn to go out. She ate grilled corn and soft pretzels and we lost a little money. It was a good time.
Sunday we ran all around: Target for diapers, Carter’s to get a pair of halloween jammies (because we start early around here), and the flea market. It was a beautiful day out, but we missed naptime so Ellabelle and I napped while Josh went his Comicon meeting. We had a quiet night together which is the best kind especially before another long week.
And now, some pictures to enjoy:
I’m hoping to hear some good news this week. Fingers crossed for us.
I think most 20 something’s in this country knows what thirsty Thursday is. And, if we’re being honest, it’s just an excuse to drink in the sorta middle of the work week (as if a reason was really needed). I have never participated in a bar scene involved with thirsty Thursday. I don’t like crowds for one thing. And I don’t really drink.
But, I realized that “thirsty” Thursday can be expanded to encompass something much different than liquor and the general mayhem of intoxication. It can also be a way of looking at the day in general. Thursday is merely a day of yearning for the weekend. It’s just another day that stands in the way of freedom from work and responsibility. It leaves us yearning, leaves us thirsty for Friday. Like what I did there? I turned a drinking party into something more. I’m that good and that lame all at the same time.
Anyways, yes! Thursday leaves us all thirsty for the weekend. And I for one am dying of thirst after the week I’ve had. There’s been nothing too major going on (::knock on wood::) but with working an extra hour every work day last week and this week it’s been tough. EBs schedule has been off so I see her for 2 hours a day – from when she gets up to when she takes nap. Half of that time is usually spent eating breakfast cause she’s a slow eater still.
After her nap, it’s in the car and out the door to babysitters and work. Frankly, I miss my kid.
I miss hanging out with this guy too.
I totally understand what he means now when he says that he feels like all he does is rent a room. I miss hanging out after work and cooking dinner together and simply sitting together while we watch Ellabelle play. I’m thirsty for time with my family.
And this weekend is going to be a good one. I can tell. We’re going to watch our nephew Trent play football on Saturday morning and taking Ellabelle to her first festival Saturday night. I’m thirsty for fun. Oh and sleep. Throw some sleep in there too.
I came home last night to find Ellabelle’s hair still in tight pigtails. This meant that Josh forgot to remove them. This also meant she hadn’t been given a bath. Now dirty baby part aside, any girl who’s worn a tight ponytail for awhile knows how much it can start to hurt, and I’ve told him a million times he has to take them out at bedtime. But there they were, still wrapped. I fumed. When I wasn’t there, I expected Josh to fill in properly and be the fill in mommy. This did not reflect well on the good mommy name.
So I tried to take them out carefully cause she was deep asleep. The first one refused to budge. Now I know I didn’t put it in that tight to begin with. I soon realized the resistance was due to something sticky in her hair. It was pineapple juice or what was left of it anyways. I almost had to call for back up as I wrestled with this tiny hairtie caught in a sticky mess of hair. She woke up due to the struggle and cried in protest and tried to keep me from touching her head by throwing it back and forth, never taking her thumb out of her mouth by the way.
She glared at me through her squint and squawked a sleepy squawk. She was clearly displeased with the disturbance of her sleep. So it was daddy who gave her pineapples, who let her play with her hair while she ate, who didn’t bathe her, and who left her ponies on, but I was getting all the attitude. Geesh. In a matter of 45seconds it went from Josh being the bad guy to me being the bad guy. (Just for the record, anyone who disturbs the demons slumber is an automatic bad guy.) You can’t reason with a one year and explain why it necessary to mess with her and that she’d thank me later. No. All she knows is that her peaceful dark room now had a tiny stream of light coming in and big, mean mommy was pulling her hair.
Luckily, I slipped the second tie out with no problems. She was still fussing at me so I seized the opportunity and snatched her up. She fought me but settled very quickly into my arms. She went back to sleep and all was forgiven. I enjoyed my few moments of sleepy bee snuggles. The kids’s so independent that she refuses to fall asleep (and stay asleep) in your arms which is one of my favorite things. After a round of the ABCs, I laid her down and went to bed myself. I even forgave Josh and let him sleep without much disturbance.
So Josh had an off daddy night, and I had an off mommy one. I made up for it today with a walk to the mailbox to see the lake. Maisy got to come too. It was during our normal nap time so someone was fussy whenever I stopped moving the stroller so the dog could sniff, but it was all good. I think the sunshine did us all good.