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[hippybngstockng]

Well, my head hurts less, so in honor of trying to not be lame I got off my butt and made sure the kitchen isn't stagnating. I put away the clean dishes and changed the towel under the dish strainer before it gets nasty, a new and radical concept for me. I also looked at the dinner situation in detail and discovered that this latest rash of being responsible is what's causing the empty quality of the fridge. We keep eating all the food, so not shockingly we don't have much left. I sent word to the husband to try to figure out how to deal with this. My head is still feeling too tender to risk getting anywhere near Danforth Ave. and all it's mad loud glory, not even for a quick cross over to the generally mild mannered Sobey's. However, If I make them do it, they might need to come home to get a cooler first, and that results in K throwing a fit when he either chooses to stay, or chooses to go back out because he can't deal with the idea of not being near Daddy. That might hurt my head.

I've been forgetting to mention Daddy-mania. Much to Crash's chagrin, K's in a big Daddy-rut. Daddy needs to be THE ONE to do things for him. If he needs something, he will walk up to us, say hello to me if he's feeling polite, and then looks past me, points at Crash and proclaims that he's in fact DADDY ("It's DADDY!") says hello, then demands he follow K to do whatever it is he wants at that moment. I could be sitting on my butt doing absolutely nothing, while Crash is hammering away on the box at some work or important job-hunting communications which K's been asked to respect "Daddy's turn" and so forth, and K will still demand that Crash be the one to assist him, even if I hop up and offer myself happily and willingly. HAS to be Daddy. Only Daddy will do. Gets very offended if it's suggested that Daddy might need some time to himself, ya know, ever. I can only imagine the brutal harsh reality we're going to face when Crash goes back to work full time. *looks scared* I don't really want to imagine it, really.

Anyway- long story to the irrelevant, all this makes me want to just order a fucking pizza and be done with it, go to the store tomorrow. Bleh. So much for not being lame :P

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[obvious.livejournal.com]

How old is K, again? Our K has been in Daddy-rut for years. I guess it doesn't really help that I don't live here anymore, but it tends to hurt my feelings anyway.

"DADDY'S HOME!!" as compared to "oh, hi mom.. when did you get here?", it's rough. And the milk I pour is never as good as when daddy pours it. Little boys are nuts.

[hippybngstockng.livejournal.com]

K's 4, so I know the daddy-worship is pretty normal about now. I'm pretty good at not being hurt by it, since I know it's a thing that boys do. He still loves me, in his way, so I don't worry about that much. I spent a lot of time watching my male cousins under-appreciate their mom, and worship their butt-head father (he was the fun one), so I even kinda saw it coming. I fully expect to be completely under-appreciated until he's well into his 20's ;) Actually, I jest, since Crash is pretty good at appreciating me loudly to make up for K's lack of, so hopefully he will pick up on the idea a little sooner than most male spawn. I just don't hope too hard, and I won't be holding my breath, ever. *snickers*

[soeursansmerci.livejournal.com]

Olivia's been worshiping Daddy for the past four months. All other attempts at motherly cuddles, play, bathtime, etc. pale in comparison to the Awesome Coolness that is Daddy. Age-appropriate, but a bit annoying at times.