ah, my daughter..

I take care of her all day, wake up with her at night, feed her, change her, hold her, hug her, read to her, watch endless noggin/sprout/pbs/nickjr with her, comfort her, dress her, bath her, play with her, clean her, wash her clothes, take her out, buy her things, wipe up her drool, cut her nails, put orajel on her gums, keep her out of trouble, and on.

And that's sort of "fine" with her.. but the second dada comes home it's squeals of delight and crawling all over the room following him around. Mommy who? Kind of breaks my heart- a bad way.

more on mother's day

If you want to know more about why my mother's day was the "worst mother's day ever"- I will elaborate only a little.

I got a card "from" my daughter and a framed picture of her. I tried to explain to my husband how much this first mother's day meant to me and how much I had been looking forward to it (and maybe a little show of appreciation for all I do and all I went through to bring said daughter into the world). The response I got made me more sad. So..

I took my daughter to the park and we watched the ducks for a little while, but it was a little too windy and we left. The woman at the drive thru at the bagel place (where I got my breakfast from) was the only person that day to wish me a happy mother's day.

Etc.

However, my parents sent me a card. And there cards from my grandmother and sister (and her family) waiting for me at the post office on Monday.. and that was nice.

mother's day

worst mother's day ever. 

that's all i'm saying.

on monday

On Monday afternoon Husband insisted on shampooing the carpet. Why? And why all of a sudden? I have no idea.

So Daughter and I left.. even though we had nowhere to go. I got some lunch and she watched me eat it. I got the mail at the post office, I got coffee, and we walked around Target for a little while. 

When I got back to the house everything smelled disgusting.. like when my parents dogs would have a bath at the kennel before they came back home. Semi-wet doggy having just had a bath with kennel strength soap smell- yum.

the power of (un)observation

I had six inches of length cut off my hair on Sunday (8 days ago). . my husband still hasn't seemed to have noticed.