My Little Kitten

(I wrote this post back in April. He still wants to snuggle and tells me that he loves me, but he did stop meowing and licking my hands.)

“Mommy, I love you forever. I want to marry you!”

“Huggy? Snuggles? Mommy, I am your little kitten!”

“Mommy, can you call me Kuzya?”

“I love you, Mommy! Forever!”

“Mommy, I want to snuggle up with you!”

He is just a little over four and a half. I know that I have half a year, at most, and then all this will end. And it makes me so, so sad. My little kitten is growing up 😦

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If wishes were fishes

If “falling asleep while snuggling with your children” was a superpower, I would have my own comic series by now.

If “staying up until 3 in the morning after waking up at midnight in your child’s bed” was a skill, people would come from all over the world to study at my feet.

If “what the hell was I thinking????” ever needs a poster child, I am available later this morning for a photo shoot.

(posted at 3:15 am on Sunday)

Why I should not be allowed to go shopping, ever

Stopped at Pick’n’Save on my way home, ostensibly to pick up a foil pan to cook the turkey in, some Diet Coke, a jug of milk, and bananas. Walked out an hour later, with five bags of stuff. Spent $95, “saved” $35. I sense a theme…

*sigh*

I’ve been feeling anxious and out of sorts these last few days, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. I am not sure why this is happening; there is nothing I can do to make it go away; I just have to wait it out and hope the wait won’t be too long. It sucks.

My friend-in-the-computer Violet shared this article today: Depression Is NOT a Mental Illness, and it is so, so true….

Not surprised in the least

While I was at the library getting my greedy paws on “Saga: vol. 2”, YoungestOne (totally of his own free will) was practicing writing with UncleMel.

Here are the sentences he wrote:

No pushing.
No hitting.
No spitting.
Be respectful.

Gee. I wonder if he hears those a lot 😛