yarg and yuck

[hippybngstockng]

Woke up at @5:30 unable to breath through my nose, with my tongue and the roof of my mouth dried and crusty. I made significant effort to get back to sleep, only to be thwarted by his squeakiness who woke up at the alarming hour of 6:45. He has similar trauma going on, so he was desperate for milk.

I have a really low tolerance for his bullshit right now. He's learning how to talk, so when he's tired he just doesn't want to do it anymore, and if I don't READ HIS MIND INSTANTLY and discern what he wants, he assumes I've TURNED HIM DOWN and throws a fit of epic proportion. This is nigh constant lately, so today I actually used foul language and threatened to sell him to the gypsies or eject him into the snow.

And yes, it's snowing. I don't have a sled yet, so I guess today is the day to get one. Food first though.

Crash is home sick today, we're all sick actually, so I am going to leave K here and try an experiment. My one big freak out has been about where to shop when it snows, and I noticed the other day that St. Clair West happens to be in the basement of a Loblaws, so I am going to see if K and I can shop there. It's like 5 times as far away, but costs the same to get there, and there are other very serious differences...

Basically, because the Victoria Park TTC station isn't handicapped accessible, I can pay about $10 for a taxi, or I have to haul a granny cart of heavy groceries onto a bus, off again, down a flight of stairs, and then I can get on an escalator and onto a train, and then it's elevators and happiness the whole way home, except for the bus from Main, which I can opt to not take and just walk since it's not that far. I did it once alone with K and said I would never do it again. Even when I tried it with Crash, it was awful...

St. Clair West isn't accessible either, but the big vital difference here is simple, they have a down escalator. I only have to take my groceries on the one optional bus that way, and there is NO pain anywhere else unless there's a broken escalator or elevator, and even then it should still be in my favor since I only have to haul heavy things on the way home.

Anyway, I am off to attempt do this terrible thing ALONE first this time to see if I want to bother ever doing it again with the squeaker.

If curgoth or neeuqdrazil happen to see me wandering around their neighborhood and are deeply mystified, now they know why...

Comments

[dartfaerie.livejournal.com]

It is SO frustrating when toddlers just freak out and can't/won't use words. I am trying to teach Monkey that if he uses words, he will usually get what he wants. But mostly that leads to hours of hearing "How 'bout candy mama?" sigh.

[hippybngstockng.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, boy howdy yes... I rue the day I taught him to pretend he was cookie monster! LOL

[dartfaerie.livejournal.com]

Yea... man what seems cute one day sure turns into a pain in the ass later!

[petalmcmako.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, the ole "shut the fuck up or I will sell you to the gypsies, you revolting child" trick - the one that is generally swiftly followed by the mother bursting into tears and throwing herself on the time out couch????

[hippybngstockng.livejournal.com]

Oh yes... I not only do that, but I also call the husband and tell him what an unworthy woman he's chosen to raise his children, and caution him to do all kinds of awful things to do me before I do wrong even though I am so harmless... Especially compared to some people I hear about on the news! LOL