Monday, November 19, 2012

remember that time

Remember that time my amazing sleeper decided that she was going to give me a few weeks of horrific sleep? Just to remind me how good I have had it? Remember that?

Remember that time that DST made my toddler wake up super early every morning, but eventually it worked itself out and she started having super duper long naps and I decided the early mornings can stick around just as long as the long naps do, too? Remember that?

Remember the time I was a walking zombie and asked my husband at 8:45 if he was ready for bed and he said he “could not go to bed that early as he had been feeling draggy at work due to getting too much sleep?” Remember that?

Remember that time I throat punched him for saying that? Remember that?

Remember the time I won the great stocking war of 2012 and bought 6 matching stockings so I will have enough for our current and future babies even though the husband thought this was stupid? Remember that?

Remember the time he said he is going to make me have 5 children just so that my stocking plan fails? Remember that?

Remember the time I decided that if it came to that, and I had more children than stockings, life would be too crazy to even think about stockings anyway? Remember that?

Remember the time that Gwen decided that rolling over and turning circles in her crib and playing with all.of.the.things.in.sight was a way better idea than falling asleep and many naps were spent trying to get her to sleep longer than actually sleeping? Remember that?

Remember the time that I discovered how difficult it is to find matching Christmas PJs in teeny sizes and toddler sizes? Remember that?

Remember the time that I dug out all of the Christmas books, DVDs and stickers on November 19th in an attempt to get my 2 year old as pumped about the holidays as I am? Remember that?

Remember the time that I was about 98% done all of my Christmas shopping by early November? Remember that?

Remember the time that I went a little crazy buying some new clothes for myself for my post baby bod? Remember that?

Remember the time that I was actually able to trade in my momiform for real person clothes more than once a week due to said shopping spree? Remember that?

Remember that time that potty training was the most annoying part of parenting so far? Remember that?

Remember that time that the husband and I got another date night just a few weeks after our last one? Remember that?

Remember the time that I had no time, energy or creativity to blog for real so I wrote some random ‘Remember that time” post? Remember that?

Happy Monday Friends.

Love, Zombie Mama

3 comments:

amanda said...

Ugh. Daylight savings time is still kicking our butts. And now he has a cold so it's worse.

Try children's place for Jammie's. I'm so mad because now that I've had the baby and finally know which sex I'm buying for, I can't find sizes that work. Monroe is even wearing smaller sizes than average 2 year olds and its neat impossible. Grr.

Katie @ Loves of Life said...

omg. so many things in this post to comment on. where to start?

oh yea. throat punch evan.

Anonymous said...

I think the stocking plan will still work... it just means that Evan won't get a stocking anymore. :P