Butterfly in the Sky

Kickin' it old school tonight.  Here I am laying down in bed with the laptop ready to blog away.  Joe Joe Dickhead is in Atlanta for training this week, and the baby is sleeping (knock on wood).  I'm alone in my room!!!!!  Joe's only been gone since early yesterday but in single parent land, this is already two nights of putting Maddie to bed.  And she tends to be a little cray cray in the evenings.  It's actually been going really well, though.  The house is already cleaner than it usually is.  I've run a couple errands.  Sold some shit through a local online yard sale.  And of course, I've taken care of all three of my babies.  It's been...pretty great.  If nothing else, it's a self-confidence booster to know that I'm not a complete hot mess of a mother and when I have to, I can go it alone.  Granted, there is the afternoon wall that Maddie and I both seem to hit.  Today it occurred as her continuous refusal to nap hit its peak.  I swear it went something like this:

I will not nap at all today.
I will not nap no matter way you say.
I will not nap in my crib.
I will not nap wearing my bib.
I will not nap after solid foods.
I will not nap on your boob.
I will not nap,
SO FUCK YOU, MOM.

And let me tell you something else about sweet little Maddie.  She likes to claw while she eats.  I'm not joking.  I'll try to give her a wash cloth or something to hold in her hands to keep them busy.  It's like Bob Dole meets Wolverine.  If her hands are free, she is raking them up and down your clothes, face, hands.  I try to guide them to the bottle in an effort to have her hold it herself.  No dice.  I've thought about ordering those big gloves for people who handle birds of prey. And I do trim her nails.  Jerks.  Just another something they don't tell you before you have kids...

Tomorrow is Leap Day.  Watch out for the Leap Day fish man.  Just sayin'.

It should be a crazy day around here.  Gonna meet up with a lady who wants to buy a baby outfit from me.  Then, I'm gonna return a high chair and hit the grocery store.  If I can swing it, my plan is to take dinner (that I make) over to a friend's house.  Trying to cook is probably a terrible idea, but I'm feeling a bit Super Woman-ish.  My first mistake.  My second is probably in dealing with the public.  The online yard sale is enough to make me want to tear my hair out.  Dumb bastards on there.  But I want their money.  And to de-clutter my house.  I have been stood up multiple times by people who are supposed to get something from me, especially this chick named Lisa Marie who is my new personal enemy.  Other folks have been great, and I've made about $30 in the last week without really trying.  I know that's not much, but it's just extra.  The part I hate is actually the back and forth logistics...like this after a lady asked where we could meet up so she could buy something from me:

• Me: Hey. I frequently meet people at the Schomburg Rd Publix. However, I also have to go over to the Target area at some point soon anyway if that's closer for you.
• Her: thats alot closer so just let me know when
• Me: Target? I think that's what you were referring to. We can meet up tomorrow. Maybe around 1 or 2?
• Her: that will be great ....sorry i thought i put target on there lol
  
  Uhhh.. So what time are we meeting?? And round and round we go. And I hate "lol."
  
  And now my type format is messed up.  I've been sitting here for a while trying to fix it.  I give up.
  
  But not before ending on a good note:  I love my kid.  She is hilarious.  Today I taught her how to grab hold of Dexter with her claw hands.  :-)  I love my husband too...but everybody needs a little time away.  :-)