I’m a working mom. A typical day for me goes like this: Wake up when fritz wakes up (he’s my alarm clock) around 7:30am, Juice for Fritz, Coffee for me, NY1/Bob The Builder, a little blogging if he’ll let me, shower around 8:30am (if I’m lucky) or 9am when nanny arrives, out of house 9:30/9:45am, work, work,work, home 6pm….

Now, I don’t know if it’s me, a phase or what but I seem to find the hours between 6:00-9:00 really tough. It’s kinda fucked up because this is the most time I hang out with Fritz all day. I feel like I should be looking forward to this time. But keeping a toddler entertained is soooo fu*cking hard! Their attention span is nilland there’s only so much coloring and kids shows one can take. As an adult all I want to do is go on the computer, read or watch a show to wind down from my day…Yes, I know, this would be considered selfish so I try my best to chill with Fritz and do activities with him but nothing seems to keep him happy for more than 5 minutes. I’m sure that it’s the age considering we are in full blown terrible 2s mode. Being a parent means being completely selfless. You need to put your grind on hold and give up your shit to accommodate these little hellions. Easier said than done. Fritz eats before we get home and for the most part we’ve given up dinner until he goes to sleep because cooking is damn near impossible. Dad is away so I could be feeling the hours after work more then usual for the past few days but what I want to know is it me? Is it a phase? Who else feels this way?

Last Friday when the hipster dad and I got a chance to escape to a hotel for the evening this is the text I got from my mom, who was looking after Fritz for the night…

“Fritzy is sleeping peacefully in the big boy bed. I read Moby Dick for about 15 minutes. Im totally into it. he had a bottle of warm milk with a hershey kiss in it. He’s clutching that art form wood man doll. Poops are getting back more normal. He is such a little love. have a good time. Say Hi to Adrian and I’ll see you tomorrow. Xo-Ma”

Thanks Mom!!!!

This is pretty much everything that’s happened since last Saturday: Fritz gets flu shot, Adrian develops sore throat, we have Sunday brunch at The Mercer Kitchen (where I get recognized), sore throat spray is left at the table and it’s somehow my fault (?), Monday morning Fritz has diarrhea that is basically the consistency of battery acid and with the same effect, Diaper Changing for the next 2 days is a nightmare, Butt-clenching diaper rash situation, 2-3 diapers an hour, Crying (hub and baby), Fever all around, Wednesday morning I wake up dizzy as f*ck (weird), Dizzy spells continue everytime I get up (starting to wonder if I’m dying), more crying and general unhappiness all around, today after work to doctor…Guess what I have Vertigo! Not like the Movie, Not like the U2 song…like the Medical one. Shock, Awe…but alas, it’s just a name for an ear infection that makes one dizzy, medicine perscribed. Fewwwww. It’s been a rough one people. Be back soon.

Getting play on…

Leaf throwing ensues…

Peace out!

Everyone who has tried this, sing your praises in the comments below because you know what I’m talkin’ about. Do the words Miracle Product mean anything to you guys? This little sponge works especially well on walls…especially well on crayon, on pencil, on pen, on marker, on walls. Even in the places where it seems that the actual paint has been removed from a scrape due to scooter or toy hammer banging into said wall, the Magic Eraser done does it again! Boo-ya-ka! But the magic doesn’t stop there. The damn thing cleans all kinds of crap from microwave ovens to sneakers (this was my own little discovery).  I advise you buy these things by the case load before they are discontinued and deemed environmental bio hazard. Isn’t everything magical and amazing bad for us?

Fritz is finally starting to communicate. It’s pretty awesome. He is saying Mommy…a lot. I love it. It’s pretty much the moment that you’ve been waiting for since you peed on the stick that confirmed this whole thing. It’s not like he wasn’t saying Mama and Dada kinda randomly and pointing at us. But he’s saying Mommmmmy with purpose now. Like in the morning at 7:30 when he wakes up instead of crying we hear him…”Mommy? Mommmy?”. Or he’ll stand in front of the fridge, “Mommy?”. Cutest thing ever! When did your babe’s finally say Mommy with heart??

What did with wishing ever get you? Go out and Vote Tomorrow!!!!!!