My Quirky Boy

My life is a cycle of Murphy’s Law. I am the pick up person for Fin. Every day hubby drops him at school, and I grab him in the afternoon. This serves us in a couple of ways, first because my husband seems to be “on time” challenged. Not that he is incapable of it, it is just if he does not have to be on time, he usually is not. I think this is familial, his mother has the same disease. Not that I am immune, it runs in my family too, but it is not quite so chronic. In the morning it does not really matter what time we drop Fin off, but we have to pick him up on time or it is $5/minute after an initial $15 charge for being late. It serves me for hubby to do drop off because Fin cries every time I drop him off, which is such a joyous experience for me. I am still on leave and this means that I can pretty much stay in my pajamas until I have to leave the house. The baby likes to sleep until noon so it works for us girls all around.

Where it becomes a challenge is that the baby also likes to take a late afternoon nap. Of course, it is inevitable that she falls asleep around 3:30PM, I leave to pick up Fin at 4:30PM. Some days she only sleeps for a short while, on other days I have to wake her to go pick up Fin. I cannot explain to you how much this pains me. In order for me to get her into this state:

It takes me about an hour. I know I should not complain, Fin never slept at all. We spent the most of his first year trying to get him to go to sleep. The baby will actually sleep with some coaxing. But of course once there, I often have to wake her to go get Fin, thus ruining all my hard work. It is such a funny thing, as the parent you spend too many hours awake when you have a baby, and you spend those mostly trying to get your baby to sleep. I was totally unprepared for how much of my mothering time would be spent doing exactly that.

I feel good today though, accomplishing more than I usually do. I purchased a new dishwasher. The whole thing about buying an appliance is like buying a car. You go in, you look around, the sales person comes over and so politely approaches you. Their goal is to see if you are really there to purchase, or just doing homework. Today my sales guy, Phil, was wearing a too small white unironed shirt, over his too big belly. I don’t think he has shaved all week, and potentially not even showered. I could over look all of these imperfections, as I myself am not a fashion queen, if he had overpowered me with his dishwasher knowledge. Needless to say, he did not. I would go as far to say he was clueless, nice, but clueless. Once said dishwasher is picked, it starts with the add ins. You have to pay for the delivery, you have to pay for installation, you have to pay for the permit for the installation, and lastly you have to pay for the removal, and disposal of the old broken appliance. I love that part, so you walk away from the ordeal twice as deep in the hole and then they try to get you to buy the service agreement. Right, let me get right on that, buying an agreement on an item that has a 2 year warranty, now there is a smart purchase.

“Are you trying to tell me you don’t stand by your product?”, I ask.

“Oh no! Not at all, it will at least cover parts if something goes wrong” Phil says.

“Well Phil”, I reply, “I am just going to trust you are selling me a quality product and forgo the service agreement”

What I really want to say is, “Because Phil, if it breaks you will be seeing me in the parking lot next to your car late one night after shift and I will be taking retribution for my broken dishwasher after you screwed me on all the other charges”. But I don’t, because mothers are not supposed to think that, let alone say it. I should just shut up and be happy that there is an end in sight to scrubbing out sippy cups, and hand washing silverware.
Before I go, here is just one more example why cats rule: