Seis Puerqueños

Aaron currently works for Alaska Airlines.  Right now he is working on some phone something or other that tells you when your flight is delayed or canceled.  Or something.  Sometimes tech speak sounds kind of like gibberish.  At any rate, last night at 2:42am I heard the text message sound on my phone.  Normally I turn my phone to silent when I go to bed, because sometimes crazy people who get up for seminary send me texts.  Last week I got two texts on the same day from different people, one at 5:55am and one at 6:00am.  If my phone would have had the volume I would have chopped them both.  Back to the story.  I get up, because although in my college and single days getting a text from someone at 2:42am was not necessarily cause for concern, I am now a married mother of two, so obviously someone had to be dying.  I get up to search for my phone in the front room and when I open my phone it turns out I got a text from Alaska Airlines letting me know my flight was delayed.  I crawl back to the bedroom to beat my husband, who is really happy that his programming is working.  I can’t say that I felt the same.

(Semi) Recently a friend of mine told me he only reads my blog when I am pregnant.  Because he is a single man with no children, I found this to be a bit strange at the start.  When he explained that when I am pregnant my blog is full of rants about rude strangers, various people needing chops, and the like, it is much more interesting.  To be fair, he is right.

I mean, I could blog about our every day doings.  But one of two things would happen.  First, I could be like a lot of bloggers and pretend like everything is a super fun time and life is one big vacation, but to be super honest I stop reading blogs like that pretty quickly.  Also our life is not really like that, so it may be hard to filter my blogs that way.  Second I could tell you all about what life is really like.  You know, the nitty-gritty laugh-and-cry stories you know I am having on a regular basis.  Oh wait.  Now don’t get me wrong.  I do love my life.  But sometimes (a lot of the time!) my life is very very very boring and repetitive!  What!?!?!  I know, it’s weird, but I don’t think anyone really wants to read a story about how I went to Target and didn’t have a need to chop anyone because it was 8am and we were the first ones in the store because we had been up since 6am and were going stir-crazy at our house.

On top of all that, a third problem seems to arise to stifle my blogging.  When I am pregnant apparently I want to chop everyone in the neck, but when I am not pregnant (coming up on 22 months now!) I tend to see life a little bit more like it is (maybe) and how I see it is often WE are the ones in need of a chop.  What?!?  That’s right, usually it’s me with the small human at Costco screaming at the top of her lungs that she “neeeeeeeeeeedssssssss outttttttttttttt!!!!” or the one trying to stop a different small human from taking every thing off the shelf at Target before I can put it back on, and meanwhile blocking the entire aisle for damage control.  I know, right?  And probably I should take back the ‘we’ because really it’s ‘me’, but I like it.  It seems the more kids I have and the older they get the less I tend to judge others, especially parents.  Lots of things that I used to think “my child won’t be doing THAT!” have fallen by the wayside while a new wave of understanding of why you just might buy your toddlers a pack of fruit snacks they are begging for just so you can get your grocery shopping completed.

Anyway, that was just a random way of saying sorry my blog isn’t so exciting.  Maybe someday I will grow another human and will have lots of mean things to say about others needing chops, but until then, let’s all just take a nap.

I think I have mentioned before that I have a hard time going to bed.  Not just the falling asleep part, but the actually making myself go into my bedroom and get in my actual bed part too.  Most nights I will set a target bedtime for myself and without fail I will stay up much later than it.  Even if the target bedtime was 2am I am pretty sure 3am would roll around and I would have to use every ounce of willpower to go to bed.

This week has been especially poor for sleep due to a number of factors most of them small human related, and last night Aaron looked at his excessively sleep deprived wife sitting on the floor in a stupor feeding her internet addiction and said “do I need to carry you to bed?”

Obviously I replied “maybe, but I need some m&ms first.  And some water.”  He got up off the couch where normal people sit and went to the kitchen while I went to the laundry room to switch the laundry, stop one on the long path to bed.  I came down to the hallway to think about stop two when I saw something on the floor.  A trail of m&ms!  I was so tired that after I got down to the floor to get the first one, I crawled down the hall to get the rest.  I ended at my bedroom door finding a glass of water.  And then I went to bed.  What can I say, the man is a genius.

P.S. I would have taken you a picture, but obviously I ate all the m&ms and couldn’t be bothered to get the camera, as you might recall I was crawling down the hall in a sleep-deprived stupor.

1. Black-out blinds/curtains.

2. Water slides

3. Straws

4. Electricity

5. Tape

6. Blankets

7. Oreos

8. Magic Eraser

9. Spell Check

10. Airplanes

I defy you to think of anything better.

One of Kelsey’s friends is getting married and sent us a link to their website. Not to be outdone, we decided to engrave our names on the interwebs, and it only cost $5 (for the first year.)

For those of you that miss our old blog at kelseyandaaron.blogspot.com you can now get all the same goodness (without the old school green background) without the .blogspot

[Kelsey’s Note: don’t be confused.  puerquenos.com is not going anywhere, no need to change anything.]