Holy Verbosity, Batman! Two posts in one day! :LOL:
I HAD to come back to tell you guys about this, because I am STILL laughing my behind off. OK, so I am sitting on the couch, helping Gregory with his multiplication. We are pretty engrossed in it. Donovan goes off to the other room. No biggie, I think, he’s probably in the bedroom taking more toys out of the toybox to add to the cornucopia of madness already strewn across the floor. I go back to 47×8.
Then, I look up at the clock, and realize that over 5 minutes has gone by. No noise. Anyone who has a toddler knows that no noise is NOT a good sign. I call his name, and hear a door shut. Ohhhhhhh, good grief, what’s he doing?? I get up, and head for the kitchen. As I round the corner, I hear him. In the bathroom. I open the door with trepidation, it turns out with good reason. Picture this. A small boy wearing a Mickey Mouse pullup and a football sweatshirt and a huge grin, sitting on the floor of the bathroom with a bottle of Windex, which has already been sprayed all over the walls and floor, now with the cap unscrewed and about a half a second from being upended all over the bathroom rug.
How the boy even got a hold of the bottle, I guess I will never know. It is usually kept in a box with a latch that I never would have thought he could open. I guess little Houdini-in-training just proved me wrong. So, after panicking and snatching the bottle away and checking him to make sure he hadn’t gotten any of the fluid anywhere on his face, I strip him down and throw him in the tub to wash him off. While he sits in the tub, all happy and giggling like nothing ever happened, I mop up the windex off the floor and wash it off the walls, both of which take me at least three times to get all of the soapines out. As I am JUST finishing the mopping, suddenly Donovan gets it into his head that it would be SO funny to lay down in the tub and kick his feet as hard as he can….of course, sloshing water all over the side of the tub onto my freshly mopped floor. :crazy:
So, as I am mopping for the second time, he is squirting me in the backside with his little fishy squirter. Does anyone want to buy a slightly used toddler, cheap? :nyah:
Finally, the mopping is finished, and one slippery boy wrestled out of the tub and back into a pullup before he gets that little gleam in his eye that tells me he is thinking about the reaction he might get by peeing on the bed. He refuses all attempts to don him with any further clothing, so the battle is given up, and the newly clean and sweet-smelling child is let go, whereupon he runs into the living room, brandishing a toy light saber and singing “Spiderman”.
Aren’t kids the best?? :lovey:

Penned by: Tricia
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Well, this was refreshingly interesting.
Tricia
The first name of Tricia leads you to assume considerable responsibility and to prefer to work independently, without direction or interference from others because you have very definite ideas of your own. Your mind is quick to comprehend and you can be depended upon to do any job well. Because you tend to be somewhat of a perfectionist, you might insist on doing too many things yourself instead of delegating jobs to others who might do less satisfactory work. This name does make you quite direct and straight-to-the-point. Your verbal expression does not reflect your inner thoughts and feelings, and you often wonder why people react to what you say. The influence of this name does not promote the friendship that you desire or the relaxation and naturalness you should enjoy with people. It is a name that makes you far too practical and serious-minded, and makes it difficult for you to act with spontaneity. You could suffer physically through head tension, with eye, teeth, or sinus problems, headaches, or mentally through worry.
From Kabalarians.com
It’s almost eerie how accurate this is. I am SUCH a horrid perfectionist. I am the kind of person that jumps in and does it myself because I can’t stand how someone else does it. Whether their way is OK or not. Since having children I have really made a concerted effort to stop doing this, since of course this comes out as jumping in and doing things for my kids when they are perfectly capable of doing it on their own, albeit not exactly the way I might do it. I figure KNOWING how I am is the first step to making it a little more bearable for other people.
The thing about verbal expression struck me the most, however. The way I speak into this box is SO not the way I speak in real life. In real life, my mind bumbles and fumbles trying to find words and expressions, my lips trip over phrases and syllables as if the words were glue. When words do come out, more often than not they are not correct or appropriate words, especially when I am upset, anxious, or angry. I do wonder sometimes why people react so strongly to things I say, when in my mind I mean one thing, and out of my mouth comes quite another. And half the time I don’t even realize this has happened unless it is pointed out to me. Let’s just say I am lacking in some simple social graces. I really don’t know where I can acquire these graces at this late age, however, Maybe that’s just how I am. A lot of times this is why I blame myself so harshly for failed relationships or problems. I feel like I am constantly saying the wrong thing, and being misunderstood because I cannot seem to express myself correctly. I feel so much safer behind this keyboard, with a delete button and a preview mode. I am always so shy and nervous around people, trying to watch what I say so I don’t sound like a babbling idiot. This is the part that makes me not receive too many friendships from people, or if I do, they soon tire of me and leave me behind, wondering just what the heck happened. Maybe I am just meant to be more comfortable alone, typing away my feelings and thoughts in a kind of solitary reverie where I can never hurt anyone, and they can’t hurt me. Not exactly realistic, however, is it? Social anxiety is not a fun thing to have…
Ohhhhhh, and check this out! I am an official winner of The Five Award!! Thanks Hayden!

Penned by: Tricia
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