Tired

Laszlo had a cold and shared it with me, in turn sharing it with Lily. Luckily Lily didn't really get it, just a lil stuffy nose. Laszlo had it the worst, poor lil guy. He's finally clearing up. His cheeks are raw and red from all the wiping and dripping. To make matters worse, he burned his hand on the instant hot water last night, which was a total nightmare. This was his first *real* boo boo - nothing like a scraped knee or banged up shin. He was ok a few minutes after it happened, but then was screaming 45 minutes later to "clean your hand" and that lasted for 2 grueling hours. I called the dr. and I gave him motrin and put cold compresses on him, but he just didn't understand what happened or why it kept on hurting even after I "kiss it better" - my heart was breaking. Thank goodness he didn't even remember it today and although it's a bit red, it's apparently not bothering him at all.

I tried to go to the post office while both kids were sleeping in the car, but the line was too long and I didn't feel comfortable leaving them unattended for that long. I have 2 other packages to mail anyway. After Robert got home tonight, I asked what time the drug store on the corner closes. We agreed that we thought it was 10. I mentioned that once the kids were both in bed that I'd run out to get some packing tape so I could mail all the packages (Yes, Tristyn, yours is one of them!) tomorrow while my mom's here and stays in the car with the kids. The post office is literally a half a block from here, but the desk is up a flight of stairs and behind a glass door. It just doesn't seem worth the hassle to do it with both kids if I can just wait til my mom's here to sit with them. Anyway...the kids were both in at 9 and I said I was going to run out to get the tape. Robert pouted and said something like, "Oh, and you'll probably get frozen yogurt too, right?" I said, "Yeah, since I'm going out, I probably will." So with that annoying wounded puppy look he said, "Ok, so I'll see you in like a half hour." I mean, seriously...all he would have wanted was to have sex, which could have just as easily happened at 9:30 upon my return. He said, "I thought we could just sit here as a family." More guilt. I said I wouldn't go, but he defeated himself because there was also no way I was going to be intimate with him now that he stopped me from doing something I needed to do. He realized how fucked up it was of him, so he kept apologizing and telling me to go...finally he got up and went for me. I guess I got the best deal, but it was so annoying. I hate that he makes me feel guilty when I want to do the littlest thing for myself. Same thing happens whenever I want to take advantage of our amazing massage tub in the bedroom. It makes noise when the bubbles are on, so he can't watch TV in there while I'm in it. Big fucking deal. So I have spent many nights wanting a bath and passing on it because he wants to watch freakin' Hannity and Colmes. I really should just stand up and do what I want...but then usually it's not worth the headache in the first place. I have a very good life here and I see these things almost as part of my job being married to him. I get to stay home with the kids and live in a beautiful house in a great neighborhood - so I have to put up with some husband bullshit as part of my job duty.

Ok, vent over...I think.

We have music class tomorrow. My mom's coming to help and to see how totally nuts Laszlo is. Last week after each song started he said, "music off" and as soon as it was off he said, "music on" and kept saying he wanted to leave. Then when we left, the lil booger said, "You go music class again." Then he said, "Very good boy music class. You go music class elevator again?" (It's on the second floor). I swear, he's just a lil manipulator. He's been *SO* much better lately since I'm standing up to him more and since I have convinced Robert to not be such a puppet.

Hmm...I'm smelling a theme here. Better end this before I find someone else that's taking advantage of me!