What we will do to get a few more minutes sleep...

It's pretty pathetic what parents will do to just steal 1 even 2 precious minutes of slumber... here are some of my favorites.

Nate comes in the bedroom and because it's dark outside in the morning, we tell him it's still nighttime and to go back to sleep.

We haven't had a monitor on for Marisa since she was 7 or 8 months. She just has to get up with the rest of the family. If she happens to wake up before anyone else, she will play in her crib until someone comes to get her. The other day I caught her peeling the flower stickers off her wall....hmmm wonder how long she was awake. She gets so excited when anyone walks in. She screeches and jumps up and down, like she's been awake for hours.

The classic, "I can see the bathroom light is on, but I'll lay here and pretend to be asleep so that Chris gets up"

When Daddy gets up and turns on a show for Nate and comes back to bed. Even better, when he turns on a movie!

Hide and seek... hiding in my bed, anyone's bed or under a big blanket on the floor.

But even with the best of intentions, one of us is always up by 6:45, and the other inevitably at 7:15 - and that person gets the added bonus of being woken up by a naked baby, because Marisa likes to run around naked when you take her diaper off in the morning.

Even worse is how we are woken up. Nate likes to poke his target in the middle of the back, saying "I'm awake!"

The other day I woke up to... "Momma, I have poop in my butt" - Not what you want to hear first thing in the morning.

Sometimes he just stares at me from 2 inches away, and I wake up to two eyes staring at mine at "smell your breath" closeness.

Losing Things...

Ahhhhh I couldn't be more frustrated. Today I lost my cell phone. MY CELL PHONE which in my job is a life line. Not only that, it's my company issued cell phone. Ugh. What is even more frustrating is that I remember last using it on my way home from Meijer, which technically should tell me that it's in my car or my house. However, I can't find it, and I've called it something like 37 times and I can't even hear it ringing. Today I had the most perfect day, and then this. I can't win.

How can things get lost? Really, how DOES that happen? I remember when Nate was about a year, I lost my car keys. Completely gone. We never found them. It's not as if he put them in the pocket of his baby cargo pants and took them to the bar and dropped them in the toilet when he was going to the bathroom (no that's what I always did with my pager). I mean seriously here, where in God's name could he have put them. We looked everywhere and since then we have rearranged all rooms, and switched bedrooms. They have vanished.

About 4 years prior to that I lost another set of keys at a Parent/Child playgroup I was running. Same thing, just totally disappeared, never found again.

It's no wonder I feel like I'm about to go crazy half the time, I can't keep track of anything anymore.

7 weird things about me.

Ok, Janna, you are strange... but I bet I can top you and I'll bet you know every single one of these too...

7. I really hate when anyone touches me when I'm sleeping. No feet, no breath, and really hate "sleep jumpers" those people that jump just as they are falling asleep. I also hate mouth breathers.... really really dislike it.

6. I'm EXTREMELY sensitive to smells.. good and bad. I could describe in words to you how each one of my family members and some friends of mine smell. I think it makes me a little canine-like.... but be that as it may, it's true.

5. I exaggerate, now this isn't weird I realize... a lot of people do. But, there is a scientific method to my exaggerations... I always add on 1 hour to any time detail I tell you. I subtract 10 dollars from any sale item I got (mostly for my husband's sake) and I always subtract 5 pounds when I tell you my weight... which, why are you asking anyway?

4. I don't/can't watch the news. Now I was never an avid CNN follower before, but now that I have children... no WAY. I can't stand to think about how horrible it is out there for them. I love to live in my bubble of family and not be sad. I get very depressed if I read too much, and so... I don't. I will read the cover page of my AOL when I open it (it has current events... ok and entertainment news).

3. I'm a ridiculous over-committer. Or as I've told others, a yes-person. Budget time at work is the worst for me, because I spend the whole time saying... YEAH, we can do it... sure no problem. And then WHOOPS! we didn't... no bonus for me. ugh. it's terrible. I've been really bad at this FOREVER, just as my friend Mindy, she would totally agree. Now I'm thinking about a second job, not because we need the money (although it couldn't hurt) but because I want to do it. What is wrong with me, seriously? I don't even see my friends!

2. I hate long toenails. Ugh just the thought makes me cringe. And both my kids won't let me trim them. AHHHH, drives me crazy, it's so disgusting!

1. Ok last one, I can't watch any show that is some sort of investigation, science show, or the least little bit scary before bed. Even dramas will keep me from sleeping. As a result (and because the only time all day I watch TV is between 9:30 and 10:30), I watch really really bad TV. Anything that will make me laugh, not think, and relax.

I also quote really really bad TV, which is a terrible habit, and so bad it almost deserves it's own number. Old Friends Episodes, Seinfeld, Tommy Boy, Back to the Future, my new favorite... How I met your mother, oh it's a really bad trait. My favorite lines... Friends... MMMM Noodle Soup. The scene from Tommy Boy where Chris Farley is explaining to David Spade in the restaurant why he can never make a sale.

Ahhhh naptime

Back when I was pregnant with Nate, I loved having Saturdays all to myself. I did mostly nothing. For as long as I can remember Chris has worked Saturdays, and as much as I hate the fact that Chris is gone all day long, there is one thing I love.... naptime. Now you may think it's because I like to get a break. Don't get me wrong, hell yes I do. But it's more than that. I love that my kids don't argue with me when it's naptime. I love that Nathan just goes in the bathroom, pees and then waits for me in his bedroom to finish putting Marisa down. I love that they lay in bed and play by themselves until they fall asleep... and they always fall asleep. It's like one great reward that my anal, routine making life created... and I LOVE IT. Now the downside to this perfect schedule is that we can never go anywhere between the hours of 12 and 3. But where do we really have to go in 8 inches of snow and 19 degrees? Today I made Chex Mix for our company coming tomorrow and wrapped some presents. But naptime also means I can take a nap, exercise and shower all before they get up. Ok, so it has to be a really quick nap :-)

Someday Maybe

I used to have this God Awful clay hanging thing in my bedroom when I was little. I couldn't even tell you what it was, but it had this phrase on it... "Someday Maybe" I've loved that sentiment forever. So much so, that after two glasses of wine (to help me sleep!) and waiting for the very slow kiddie kandids website to post our photo, I decided to start my own blog and name it that.

Ahhh what to write about.. hold on.. checking other website. Yep still excrutiatingly slow.
I'm sure I have so much to say, that no one will really want to hear... yet here I am anyway.

Alright, this is enough for my first time. Good effort!