Bad Mommy!

June 22, 2007 at 8:33 pm (the Princess & the Wee Man)

I was so excited. I signed Princess up for a 2-3 yr old ballet class, because she LOVES dancing and music. And she’s obsessed with ballerinas.

So I could’ve sworn that Princess’s ballet class started today. I checked the website 3x this week. I mapquested the way to the class. And I waited until today to tell her about the class because I KNEW how excited she’d be about it and if she had to wait for it, she’d probably lose it.

So we put on her ballet dress this morning and ballet shoes. Then we drove all the way to class, only to find out it starts next week!!! OMG! Now Princess is crying uncontrollably. I had to drop her off at daycare sobbing. I felt so bad. And she looked SO cute in her ballet dress and shoes.


Maybe I should label this bad mommy 1 — I’m sure this is the first of many bad mommy posts… sigh..


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Finally, the pictures that go with "Dirty Girl"

June 21, 2007 at 5:12 am (the Princess & the Wee Man, Uncategorized)

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The wonderful world of puke and other such nonsense

June 19, 2007 at 8:39 pm (Uncategorized)

So the past couple weeks have been JUST swell. Full of vomit, diarrhea, trips to the ER. And it wasn’t the kids at all! The Greek and I have been the sick ones. Go figure.

So it started the week before last. The Greek was sick and complaining like a baby — he made everything he did seem like it was likely to be his last deed on earth. And I was complaining non-stop about him. (Not to his face of course!) He was having really sharp stomach pains and diarrhea that wouldn’t stop. This went on from Wed night to Saturday. Well by Sat evening, he still wasn’t better, so we decided to go down to the ER. My parents took the kids and away we went. Hours later, after a cat scan, they discovered that his colon was completely inflamed and diagnosed inflammatory bowel disease. So boy did I feel guilty about complaining so much about him… but as I told him, he’s such a baby no matter what is wrong, it’s hard to know when it’s really serious. 🙂 He has to have a colonoscopy to make sure of the diagnosis and determine treatment. So this is scheduled for this Thurs.

Then yesterday, I woke up to an incredible urge to go to the potty. Of course this was the day that the Greek had a 6am flight to Seattle for business. It was just a day trip, but his flight back wouldn’t land until 7:30pm.

After several trips to the bathroom, I braced myself to get the kids ready to go to daycare. There was NO way I’d be able to handle the kids with the runs. So I got them ready quickly and drove them to daycare. Just in the nick of time. By the time I got back home, I had graduated to vomiting and throughout the rest of the day, I was completely incapacitated. Walking 5 ft made me nauseous. It was awful. The Greek had to call daycare to see if they could keep the kids until he got back from Seattle, because I just couldn’t drive. Luckily for us, our daycare is a family-run business out of their house, so that wasn’t a big deal.

Thank goodness, it seems like it was a 24 hr deal. Today I feel 1,000 times better. And I’m eating!! But I had to miss Princess’ first day of preschool, which was today. WAH! I didn’t want to drop her off and subject the whole preschool to my germs. I’ll probably skip the pick up tonight, but I’ll drop her off tomorrow. I can’t WAIT!

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Why does this always happen to us?

June 7, 2007 at 9:12 pm (Uncategorized)

So this weekend was supposed to be quiet and relaxing. Then all hell broke loose.

First thing that happened

The Greek (my husband) gets a phone call from one of his close college buddies (he has about 40 of them). His friend works for an airline and is getting free tickets to fly to SF this weekend. We’re supposed to pick them up from the airport on Sat. and spend the day with them (lunch, afternoon, dinner, etc.) and then they’re flying back on Sunday. Great, sounds like fun!


I get this nagging feeling that June 9th sounds really familiar to me. And I finally remember that we agreed to go to some friends’ for dinner that night. They have a 3 yr old and a 7 mo old. We’re supposed to be there at 4pm and will probably get out by 8pm as that’s the 3 yr old’s bedtime.

Ok, no problem. We’ll have lunch with the friends, drop them off wherever they want and then go to our other friends for dinner, and maybe the Greek can meet them for drinks afterwards.


We get an evite reminder. My cousin’s daughter’s 3rd b-day party is on Sat at 11:30am at Chuck E. Cheese’s. UGH! What are we going to do?????

Why does this always happen to us?

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