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Overrun By Toys

There are all kinds of toys everywhere, just not any kind of toys either. They have lights, they sing, they make animal noises, they move by themselves and they making annoying sounds. Their every where on my stairs, counter tops, in corners, all over the living room floor, in the cupboards, behind the TV, on the kitchen table and even in the bath tub. You need to remove the toys just to have a shower.

These toys are like little bombs, you accidentally bump one and they all start going off, then your slammed by the sounds of ABC’s, 123’s, the meowing, barking, mooing, and the vroom vroom of a car all at once, talk about sensory overload. Why do these little people need so many toys? All the toys that you can buy make noise, there is no such thing as a quiet toy, and they are also known as developmental.

It’s not just the toys that have taken over my house, it is also blocks, mega blocks, Lego blocks, you name it. These are the real nuisances as they fit easily into corners, and in your shoes. They have sharp edges when you step on them, or when you’re trying to get to bed silently and u accidentally kick one of these blocks into the noisy toys then your just begging for baby to wake up crying.

Lately I haven’t bothered to pick up these toys, when I pick them up and put them away they end up right back where they were in the middle of the floor, and so this is day in day out. My life has been over run by these annoying little toys.

There’s nothing like climbing into bed to find your sons books artfully placed under the pillows or his hot wheels placed at the foot of your bed.

I suppose this is the life of a stay at home mom, your house gets over run, I’m just waiting for the day when the toys come alive to get their revenge.


The Invader Is Landing

So hubby let me know he is on his way home today.

YAY! So now that means it is time to get down to the grind, before the invader lands in my home.

This means I have dishes to be done, laundry to be thrown in the wash to make it look like I actually did something, and the rest of the general house chores I neglect while he is gone.

Why does he have to come home today, why can’t I have at least another day, he’s only been gone a week. Now don’t get me wrong I love my hubby very much, but when he comes home, I need to have the house in perfect order and pretend it was that way all along, sometimes I just dread the homecoming, I feel like he is taking over my space. You see when he’s gone I am solely responsible for everything, and I don’t need to share my bed or not watch TV in the evening in the fear of waking him up, and I can sleep in the middle of the bed. He comes home and I’m forced into the corner because he takes over, hence why I call him the invader.

Here is usually how the homecoming goes, he blows in at 9 at night and he drops all his dirty clothes in the entry way along with a rig bag and some really dirty boots, he usually reeks like expired gas (if only there was such thing). He usually never has the decency to shower before he heads home from work. Then he usually says hello to me sheds the rest of his clothes and goes to bed and that is that.

So is it so wrong for me to want him to stay at work just a little longer?