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Weblog Archives March 31, 2004 So I was trying to be goodmom today and it totally blew up in my face. I took The Boy for a walk, let him play in the snow, let him stand up at the sink to play in the water, let him help make cookies. And what does he do? Flip out every time I try to change activities. Gah, he was unpleasant to me today. He actually flipped out at me in the mall because I wouldn't buy him candy. He never does that sort of shit. Hopefully this wasn't the start of a trend. Improv was cool today, we had fun. Even though it deteriorated into the Wednesday afternoon social club but hey, that's fun too. And I had writing class today, which was also cool and fun. I always feel so writerly after class but I never actually write. Next week, I'm committing myself to writing even more after class is over. I'm thinking of adding a new section to this site, with writing exercises that I'm working on. That way I'd be forced to do more writing and I'd be posting even more stuff. Ponder ponder. Anyway must write in my paper journal. Daniel: I hope Halifax rocks! Mark: Remember always : wwcnnd? March 30, 2004 My kid did the weirdest sleep thing tonight. For starters he took his nap from 4:40-7:40 (yep that's 3 hours) then he whined and climbed on me for about an hour and a half and then went back to sleep at 9:20. He's been asleep ever since and it's now 11:30. He hasn't had supper so you'd think he'd be hungry but apparently no. I hope he doesn't decide that 3 am is party time. We had a play rehearsal tonight. This is my first play as artistic director, The Phil is directing this one and I'm really excited about having an inside/outside role for a change. All the fun, less work. This has to come crashing down on me somehow ;) I had an epic battle with my printer today but I emerged victorious. If you are considering going into battle with computer equipment I don't recommend doing it with a toddler assistant. The Boy 'helped' today by sitting on my lap as I crouched under my desk adjusting computer cords. GAH! I must go, I need to sleep and I have a lot to do before I can get in bed. March 29, 2004 Hmm, what am I going to write about? I'm sure something interesting must have happened to me today. Oh, yeah, I got addicted to MSN messenger. I've always worried that I have an addictive personality and now I'm sure. I understand that my friends are planning an intervention already ;) You see the real problem is that now we have a cable modem so the internet is constantly available and I really like emailing some of my friends and messenger is even faster and, yeah, like I said, I'm an addict. The Boy was pretty charming today, offering me cookies and lollipops and the like. Of course, it was only when he wanted one too, but it's nice of him to offer. Yeah, so I don't really have anything important to say. So thanks to Chad/Hil, Jason and Mark for co-ordinating my addiction. You'll have to deal with the fallout. March 28, 2004 It's my father-in-law's birthday today so let me open by saying ' Happy Birthday, Don!' Not that he reads this or anything (and that's probably for the best) but hey it's out there. I am extremely tired today. I've actually been getting quite a lot of sleep lately (for me!) sometimes 4 or 5 hours in a row but I've been finding that the more I get the more I want (there's a lot of things like that though, huh? ;) ) so I feel sort of sleepy all the time. But sort of sleepy beats the hell out of the strung out, hung-over feeling of being sleep deprived. I can actually process complete thoughts nowadays - that's for the first time since The Boy was born. Two years and two months on half thoughts - I wouldn't recommend it, but it can be done, ladies and gents. I have a new favorite word in my vocabulary and it's (drum roll please) dames! Yep, that silly 1930s detective word for women, but I'm totally taking it over. You see, I hate that there is no female equivalent of guys. You can either have girls (which I'm not) or women (which seems a little formal for some circumstances: "I'll call the women and see if they want to head downtown"). Up to now, I've been using the term guys interchangeably but I've decided that dames works much better, it's clear that I'm talking about a hip bunch of women and it has that cool detective movie cachet about it. So, dames, who's up for a drink? March 27, 2004 Do you know what's good? Giant double lollies. Sure they don't taste the same as they did when I was a kid, I think they were harder then, but they still deliver the same sugar rush. Hurrah for sugar rush, sugar rush, sugar rush. Sorry about that, I was caught in a sugar rush. In case you couldn't piece that together. Anyway, I need the sugar rush after the day I've had. You know the day when everything went wrong? That was today. The play for my drama class was this, we wanted to get there early to get organized before the six 6 to 10 year olds showed up. Alas , there had been a party in out rental place the night before and we had to spend an hour cleaning up before we could begin to organize. Luckily I was working with Hilary, Jan and Katie so we were very efficent and fun while we tidied. Actually, I'm not going to document my crappy day. It was crappy, I don't want to relive it. Suffice it to say that the play turned out well thanks to help from Jan, Hil, Katie, Jason, Phil and Ange, Not to mention The Man and Neece. I have great friends (and relatives - at least some of them ;)) I just committed two major musical sins. I was listening to Liz Phair's Exile in Guyville in the car this afternoon but I decided to make a change when I got in this evening, so I took out Liz and put in Gershwin, and stored Liz in the Gerswhin case. If that wasn't cringe inducing and brain bending enough, I picked up my new The Darkness CD from Ange's and took Gershwin out, put The Darkness in and temporarily stored Gershwin in The Darkness' case. Actually that's three musical sins because The Man hates when I put CDs in the wrong case like that, even temporarily. I'm just enjoying the horror the CDs must have felt at being placed in such incongruous cases. Anthropomorphism anyone? Oh, me please! March 26, 2004 Do you know what's fun? Cross country email conversations about world domination and strip clubs. Try it! You'll like it! So anyway, I thought I had better do an update today so as to not disappoint my legion of readers (okay, so there's 3.). Well, let's see, what's going on with me today? Aside from the email conversation and toddler wrangling, naturally. Well, I'm making turkey soup for supper. I'm a big fan of soup and I always put pepper in it before I taste it, in case that's a question in the Mombie trivia quiz (that's some information to put you other two ahead of Jason in the quiz, wait, no he's probably reading this too - sorry girls!) I bought two books last night, the K.I.S.S. guide to guitar and the Dummies guide to songwriting. Now I'm working on being a musical genius, or at least being able to write my own songs for split pea. If only I could find a Dummies guide to being born with a fantastic singing voice, I'd be cruising. Oh, the Boy is awake and unhappy, must dash! March 25, 2004 ...and March went where, exactly? Boy time flies when you're toddler wrangling. Actually, when you're not at your best and you're toddler wrangling, sometimes it seems to devolve into one long mind-numbing to-do list. But that's not every day, or even every week, it's just sometimes. I'd be lying if I pretended toddler wrangling is all sunshine and Iloveyoumommys. But anyway, I'm back by popular demand, or at least because three different people have asked me about this weblog in the past two days. Sorry guys, my life has been getting in my way. And in fact, I have very little to say now but I will tell you about two of my ethical dilemmas of late: Ethical dilemma 1: So last Friday, I wanted to have some frozen yogurt after lunch and I didn't have any chocolate sauce to put on it (I know that sounds like a contradiction but I'm eating the yogurt for the taste not because of a diet plan or anything.) so I put Kalhua on it (which rocks by the way) then I began to wonder if that constituted drinking in the afternoon. That'd be a slippery slope wouldn't it? I mean first it's Kalhua on my frozen yogurt and next thing I'm hiding bottles of gin in the bathroom cupboard. I don't want to be that lady do I? Actually, now that I think about it, maybe I do - it worked for Dorothy Parker and she rocked. Oh wait, she didn't have to wrangle a toddler while gin-ified. Perhaps I'll wait until the Boy is older and take up drinking then. Ethical dilemma 2: So this morning after I got back from trying to get the Boy's picture done (I say trying because he refused to co-operate and the pictures remain untaken) I sat down to read Shape magazine while eating a cherry danish. Was that wrong? Am I allowed to do that? I fully expected some fitness guru to appear and smite me, perhaps with a stalk of celery or some similar low fat healthy item of general scepter-like appearance. Of course, it's not like I'm actually going to do any of the exercises in the magazine. I keep hoping that eventually some magazine I buy will reveal the magic, easy way to get fit but dammit, it seems I will have to eat healthily and exercise if I want to get there. Ah well, the beat goes on. Or something. Probably something. So, folks, will that do? Jason - Thanks for the toddler wrangling today. You rock. March 10, 2004 Guess who's tired and stressed? Oh! It's me! I'm just trying to do too many things at once again. Probably a good nap and some deep breathing would solve everything but I'll have to cross my fingers that the deep breathing will suffice. Naps are thin on the ground 'round here. This has been an interesting few days of toddler wrangling. On Monday the Boy decided I was a dinosaur (yeah , I thought I had a few years before that accusation too), he called me dinosaur all afternoon ('dinosaur, read book? dinosaur, a snack?). Tuesday, he woke up, threw his arm around my neck and said "Hi, Boohbah!" which struck terror in my heart because 7:20am is awfully early for pretend and I didn't want to be a boohbah. Today, I was Big Jake from Jay Jay the Jet Plane. Go figure. I helped with the O'D auditions for Dramafest today. I hate doing auditions because someone is always disappointed and usually it isn't lack of skill that keeps them out of the part, it's more a case of them not putting out the right vibe or just looking wrong for the character. If you look friendly you can't play a total jerk and that's all there is to it. But it's damn hard to explain that to people, they usually think you're letting them down easy. GAH! I've been completely overtaken by tiredness, now I must sleep. March 6, 2004 Do you know what's harder than toddler wrangling while you have a cold? Teaching a drama class to six 6-10 year olds while you have a cold. The kids are loads of fun but I was just not quick-witted enough to deal with them today. GAH! I did have fun in the older class though, they were much more forgiving of Sneezy McNo-energy (i.e. me). I'm really killing time here, which I hate to do because I feel like I have so little time to spare, because I have to go pick up the Man and Barry from a hockey game sometime soon. So I don't really want to get into any sort of big project and I can't while away time on the internet because the phone will be busy and they won't get through. So, here I am writing about nothing. Does that count as writing? Hell, it's my site, I say yes. But alas, I've run out of idle things to say so I guess I'll go write in my other journal. I hope the Man and Barry call soon. March 5, 2004 Man, if I was a superhero today I'd be tired, whiny girl. No one's calling me for help. All the other superheroes would be trying to make each other make the call. "You call tired whiny girl" "No, she's too tired and whiny all the time. You call her" "But I called her last time..." And so on. I'd totally be the reject superhero. Or should that be superheroine? That makes me sound like a really fancy drug. ANYWAY... I'm still sick and the Boy was up all night, or at least it felt that way. So, yeah, Not a really productive day. But I did manage to organize some split pea stuff with Jan and meet with Phil and now I'm going to meet with Ange. Perhaps I'll salvage some productivity after all. Oh, I finished The Blind Assasin by Margaret Attwood. I liked it but not as much as some of her other books. If you are trying to get into Atwood, read The Robber Bride first. Anyway, must meet with the Assistant Director. March 4, 2004 Do you know what sucks? Being sick. Do you know what else sucks? Being sick while having to take care of toddler. I feel like I'm cheating the little guy because I can't be fun Mombie while I feel sniffly and have no energy. Then again, perhaps I'm never fun Mombie, maybe he doesn't notice when I'm sick. Could I be a party killer? Am I in a health movie from the '50s? What am I talking about? I don't know. I have a new desk. It isn't set up yet, the Man is on the case though. Why am I not setting it up myself? Um, the top is too heavy for me to lift and also, oh, yeah, I HATE putting things together. Except puzzles, I like those. Right, nobody cares. On to another topic. (scrambling...) Improv was fun today. Sometimes we do improv the whole time, sometimes it becomes the Thursday social club and either way it's good by me. I wish I was a better improv -er, I can usually come up with one good idea but then I'm done. I guess I'm a prime example of the old adage 'Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach.' At least where improv is concerned. Although I'm a pretty decent improv-er when it's just me. I'm a one woman show, baby. I love the way really good improv minds work though, there's something that they all have in common that I enjoy but I'll be damned if I know what that is. I must go clean off my old desk so the Man can take it apart and put my new one together. I'm sure my shiny new desk will inspire shiny new ideas and I'll be a writing machine from here on in. Or, you know, whatever. March 3, 2004 So right now I'm writing in a way that my poor deluded pre-mombie self thought I'd be doing a lot: with the Boy sitting on my lap. Alas the difference between my imagination and the reality -the real live boy (no, not Pinocchio) is interested in what I'm doing and wants to help, making typing quite the challenge. Ah, the Man is carting the Boy off to bed so I can type with more freedom, but it's lot less challenging this way. 'Cause that's what my writing life needs, you know, more challenge. Anyway... I was Ms. Do-gooder this evening, off to inform Neece's Girl Guides about the the importance of Women's Day (March 8) and why they should care. It was pretty fun but it can be overwhelming to deal with 15 kids all eager to tell their stories in the 45 minutes you have to work with. I think they got something out of it, though. Or at least I hope they did. I followed the Guide meeting with a writing class chaser. V. fun, that writing class. I really get my brain cooking with writing ideas afterwards but alas I usually have to trundle off to bed in the vain hope of getting close to enough sleep. Or at least, enough sleep to function. Speaking of which, the Boy has been sleeping better. He goes to bed around 10 or so (but not tonight) and sleeps until say 1:30, nurses for 40 minutes, then sleeps until 6:30. I don't feel very rested lately though. Perhaps it's the timing, or the fact that one of those long sessions he's sleeping between me and the Man and I don't call the boy Sprawly McPokeakidney for nothing, let me tell you. Anyway, it's trundle-ing time. March 2, 2004 This was not a good day. Sadly, it wasn't even as if something very bad happened, I just felt sort of out of it and run down and I just wanted to stay in bed until supper. Alas, not an option for a Mombie. I managed to struggle through though and then the delightful Katie showed up at 2:45 to wrangle the Boy for a while and I escaped up to my office to do some research and writing. Now I feel much better. Perhaps I'll write more later but for right now, that's all I have to say. Congratulations Tina and Verle! Good Luck with the baby wrangling. March 1, 2004 Wow, so I only swung two entries for February, huh? Bad Mombie! For March, I'm going to try and post something everyday again, like in November but interesting. Of course, the interesting part doesn't start yet. Maybe tomorrow. The Boy played with paints for the first time today. His high chair tray is permanently stained but he had a great time. And that's what counts, right? Well, let's say it is anyway. I was at an Oscar party last night. No, not one of those fancy ones, we wore jeans and ate popcorn chicken. It was fun though, even though parenting duties forced us to go home early. Ah, the trials and tribulations of toddler wrangling. Anyway, the disjointed nature of this entry suggests it's time for me to sleep. Night night. Daniel, in case by some weird fluke you're reading this - have fun on your mini-vacation. Hell, have fun even if you aren't reading this ;) back to current archives (yes, I know that's kind of an oxymororn) © Christine C. Hennebury 2003 |
