Sunday, May 6, 2012

Sandbox Terror

Okay So on Cinco de Mayo we cleaned the house, awesome. Then we went to the park to play. It took us like literally 20 minutes to find a parking spot. There were baseball games going on and on and on and on. There wasn't enough parking for all the events and the park and there was also a ummm birthday party going on. Not enough parking. Then we finally found a spot and this lady was standing in the middle of the parking spot like she freaking owned it. No. She was saving it for someone. NO!!! You don't get to do that when there isn't enough parking for everyone. NOOOO!!!!! If I were driving I would have honked my horn and made her leave. That is the kind of mood I was in. Plus the fact that we had driven around for so freaking long looking for a parking spot. UGHHH! Steve is a much better person than me because when she waved us on, yes I said waved us on like she was a freaking parking attendant or a flight attendant, anyways he just went right on.
So we get the park and Caleb goes like directly to the slide and plays there for a little bit and then comes the dreaded sandbox. It is actually pretty cool because they built this ummm like moat that you push a button and water flows out of a faucet and through a maze and down the wall then you can catch the water and make sand/mud with the water you catch. What is that called, wet sand? Anyways, there was this like 8 year old there who had made an island and mote and stuff and it looked really cool, but there was at least 10 other kids there who wanted to play too, and play in the sandbox in the cool water that he made, but he wouldn't let them. It really pissed me off. My kid came to play at the playground how he wanted to play, he didn't come to get bossed around. Now I understand that this other kid wanted to play how he wanted to play too, but that shouldn't come at the cost of taking other kids happiness or tears. He was telling a maybe 1 year old not to put the sand in the water mote that he had made, like that little kid is going to understand. I really wanted to go and tell that kid off, Steve stopped me. If Steve wasn't there to stop me I definitely would have. I guess that is the real me. I want to tell people off for the littlest things. Wow, I guess I am like a meanie. Either I had a horrible day or man, I really am a pessimist. Instead of the 8 year old being the terror, is it me? Am I the sandbox terror?

Thursday, May 3, 2012

My daydreaming...

Okay so you know those moments where you are kind of bored when someone is talking to you or you just aren't really paying attention to whats going on? I seem to be having those more and more often. I was talking on the phone to someone, and in the interest of not hurting someone's feelings I won't say their name, but just know that I love you. Well, I was talking on the phone to his wonderful person and I just couldn't stay focused on the conversation. Ugh I hate that. Well now that we have been in California for a month now, I figured that we should get our car registered and get a new license for the car and for my wallet. I was taking the new drivers test here and I failed the first time! What?! FAIL??? What the heck? SO I took it over again and passed the second time.  But I didn't get my new license because they were all like you have to be interviewed by the Driver's Safety Team of the DMV to make sure that you are okay to drive. Apparently if you have Epilepsy, then you have to be interviewed as well. Not that I haven't been driving for years.... it just frustrates me. I mean they started treating me differently and looking at me differently once they found out about my medical condition. I was at the DMV office from about 11:15-11:30ish until 2:30. That is freaking forever. I can't believe that I waited that long. OH and while we were there, Caleb had a blowout... twice... The first time he wet through his diaper and got his shorts wet. Oh and fun fact, they didn't have a changing table in the restroom so I got to change him on the floor. Whoo! And then he was running around in shoes, a shirt, and a diaper. I got some awesome looks, let me tell you. SO I had to let his shorts dry. And while I was talking to the different attendents Caleb was crawling around on the floor and laying on the floor and running around me. And while I was taking the test(s) I had to hold Caleb because he had fallen asleep and so I was singing Popcorn Popping and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and Once there was a Snowman to him to try and calm him down. I was so frustrated by the time I left. I can't even tell you.
Caleb has started this new stage that I am not liking so much. He takes a nap one day and not the next. Then maybe the next day but not for the next two days. It bothers me. Oh well. What are you gonna do?
Oh tonight we are having the missionaries over for dinner tonight. Yay! I like our missionaries they are fun. I am serving them breakfast burritos. Or as Steve's family calls them, Breakfast Tacos. Yay. And I have to clean house tonight and wash clothes if possible. Saturday is the Elder's Quoarm's activity of a pot luck pinewood derby. I am excited. Steve has been working hard on his car. I hope everything turns out good. I will take pictures when I can.