Deja Vu.. Day 2

As I sit here writing day two, I seriously have two Jack Russel's fighting/playing at my feet and my child is trying to climb out of his crib. Mike and I spy on him via the monitor and we both think "it's time" to switch him to a big boy bed, yet neither of us feel like dealing with the saga that comes with putting a toddler into a free entrance and exit bed just at this second. I honestly don't know where the time has gone, the past 2 years have virtually flown by in every sense of the word. Last night we were watching the Olympics, dealing with our own event of putting Lucas to bed. After an hour of him still being wide awake in his bed, we caved in and brought him out to watch TV on the couch with us. He was amazed by Shawn White saying, "Momma he flying, circle circle circle" and "weeeeee". Mike and I just looked at what we created in awe when Lucas uttered the words" momma, dada I wanna snow board" and not just once but over and over. Mike and I really have our work cut out for us with this one!

After the late night with the little man, Mike helped out by taking Lucas to school this morning! So not only did I get to get ready in peace, thank you honey!!, I was going to get to the office before 8am in I don't know how long. RAD!! I'm being productive and utilizing my "me" time. I am out the door, coffee in hand and looking super cute if I do say so myself. Oh Mr Sunshine you are a sight for sore eyes. Apparently, I must have sore or bad eyes. When I get into the car and give myself that one last look, you ladies know which look I am talking about, I realize I am not looking that cute and the eye shadows that looked so nice and blended in the house are not so blended in the sunshine. So Mr. Sunshine maybe you are not my friend after all and you really tell me the truth, I need to put away the shimmer shadows after all.

I try my best to fix the hideous eye shadow mess I have going on, and "hit the road" as Lucas tells me to do. I hit the freeway thinking, I'll take the FAST way today. WRONG!! Why is it when you are in a hurry, everything is at a standstill. SO I get off the freeway to be sneaky and take side streets. Apparently everyone in Tulsa had the same idea and they too got off to take side streets. I sit on my lovely side street adventure watching the freeway traffic now whizzing by me. Thanks bright idea you have now gotten my stress level to a 4. I get to work and pour myself a cup of coffee, oh coffee nectar of the gods, and start the email answering. Hop on a conference call and keep answering emails, this is pretty much my day today. Like Ice Cube says, today was a good day.

I leave the office on pursuit of my munchkin, in a perfectly great mood. Until I get to the freeway. Why is it that people in Tulsa simply cannot drive. They don't know how to merge, let you merge or read signs apparently. I've got my windows cracked, jamming out to Pantera and so happy it's sick when this "lady" decides to cut me off. NOW I am going the speed limit, there is no one but her behind me AND there is a car in front of me. She appears to be making a left hand turn, when WHAM she cuts me off. If Lucas would have been in the car, I probably would of had to control myself. However he was not, FAIR GAME, and it's on! My boss would be so proud of the gestures and words I gave this "lady". Nothing in the world can get my upset like stupid drivers. And really lady THERE WAS NO ONE BEHIND ME. I hope she was embarrassed by my honking and gestures. I continue on to get my sweet boy, counting to 10 over and over until I am calm. I get to school and can't seem to see him on the playground, his teacher motions to where he is and says "Lucas has been eating something". I look kinda perplexed and motion for him to come see me. Reluctantly he waddles on over, with what looks like chocolate all over his lower face. However, it's not chocolate, it's mud and he has been eating handfuls. Really what is it with boys and mud, is it just innate in them?

We hop in the car and he instantly start singing the wheels on the bus and a frog song mixed together. This is my best memory for the day, his smiling little cherub face singing to me. Love love love that boy. We get home and decide to take advantage of the 62 degree weather and play outside. I am trimming weeds, when I hear a devilish laugh, my sweet little cherub faced boy is picking up dog poop and throwing it. Again with the two Jack Russel dogs, can I get a break please. I freak out, scoop up Lucas and proceed to wash his hand for 30 minutes. I guess I know what I'll be doing this weekend, ridding the yard of the "waste" so the boy can have a safe place to play. My work is never done (while swooning and throwing my hand over my forehead).

On a YAY for the hubby note, he got me a vanity tonight, thank you Craig's list, that we are going to re-do a bit. It looks like it could be from the 50's-60's era. SO excited!! So I must run off now to give him extra thank yous for making the drive and picking it up. Although, he did just call me bossy when I told him to stop looking over my shoulder and snooping, which he responded with "your putting it on the Internet". Oh well such is life! Cheers to you all and here's to another day of living!

Until tomorrow...