brigid | Ain’t no rest for the wicked.

Niko had decided, once again, that sleep is for the weak, and for chumps, and he will have none of it. So he woke up really early (why god why) and now is refusing to nap. But he’s a toddler and he needs a lot of sleep, which means that today has been filled with lots of yawning and eye rubbing and leaning and wallowing around on the floor and sudden bursting into tears at the least provocation.

Niko hasn’t been doing much better.

Actually, if someone came up to me and said “Oh hey, I see that Niko’s been taken possession of by twenty bored devils” I would reply “ahhh, that explains EVERYTHING,” because it does. Including why he dumped an entire container of Cheerios onto the floor, scratched the ever living hell out of my face (playfully! not in anger!) and has been obsessed with grabbing and twisting my glasses. Yes, the new glasses. The ones that cost over US$300. WHAT FUN.

I’m still trying to curtail TV time, and today has been very trying for both of us. It’s trying for Niko because he wants to watch Thomas and Friends (tootoo! tooooo…. TOOOOOOO) and failing that he’s willing to settle for Baby Signing Time (beeba! BEEEEEEEEEEBA! Beeba?). But alas, we’ve already had our Baby Signing Time for today and as much as I’d love to just use T&F as a babysitter so I could get things done (like bake 2 pies, 8 dozen cookies, and a cheese cake for a party we’re going to tomorrow YES TOMORROW) (I think I’m slightly an over achiever when it comes to baking) (I already made raspberry brownies while Niko was literally hanging on my legs) I have a few scraps of Good Parenting Cope left so tough nuts, Niko, no more tv.

But god, I have one of those migraines that’s just like being hung over (nausea! hurts to move your head! prayers for death a common symptom! At least I have full use of my vision, which my migraines usually render me literally blind so that’s… something, I guess.) only I haven’t had anything to drink since a birthday party ON FRIDAY. Which is like double plus unfair. All this pain and discomfort and I’m not even paying for happy fun times. The highlight of my week this week was a trip to Costco. COSTCO. Let me tell you, internets, I AM SEIZING LIFE BY THE BALLS AND LIVING IT.

So, yeah.

I have like literally FIVE saved drafts of posts that I just haven’t had the time to finish typing and put up. Gosh, I wish I had a laptop or a netbook or something I could use while in the same room as Niko. Our desktop is in The Forbidden Room which is full of unpacked boxes in teetering piles, guitar equipment, drills, tiny screws, and other things that Niko is absolutely not allowed to play with until he’s, like, three at LEAST. So I sneak on while Niko is occupied to get my blog on. I’ve been running a low grade fever for three weeks (no exaggeration) so mostly I’ve been sacking out early at night/not quite coherent enough to make a good post. However, I’m putting together a post on weird-ass books I read as a kid/”subversive” children’s literature, and a post on the difference between being fat and being pregnant, in honor of a certain someone who is ready to rip her baby out with her own bare hands at this point in pregnancy, I think.

(Who am I kidding, if I had a laptop or netbook I mostly would use it to play solitaire and Echo Bazaar and someone would dump a can of seltzer water all over it and it would be dead within a month.)