She loves me best, lalalalalala...or not.

So, Miss Q is entering "the phase" of BEWARE!!! STRANGER DANGER!!! DANGER!!! STRANGER! OR SOMEONE I DON'T KNOW!! IN EITHER CASE!!! MUST. SCREAM!!!!

Yes. This is where anyone besides me or Super J is a terrifying object of humanity (or, even a stick of furniture or stuffed animal, she really doesn't care if she's left alone) and must be shrieked at until Super J or I pick her up. You may know (or not) that when Miss O entered this phase, she was about 3 hours old and it lasted until she entered nursery. It was a long 18 months. And whilst I exaggerate a wee bit, it is not too much of an exaggeration. Seriously. Oh, and did I mention that with Miss O, even Super J was considered a "stranger?" Yeah. Good times.

Thus, one can only imagine how THRILLED I am to be entering this stage once again. Granted, it will be for THE LAST TIME (wowzers), but still. It generally means that I can no longer escape to the restroom without either a) taking Miss Q with me or b) hearing sad and pathetic screeches from the other room. This means I get no rest whilst...um...there. ANYWAY!

The good news is that Miss Q is pretty happy with Super J and can even, sometimes, now and again, accept one of the other Misses to distract her. This is, indeed, a silver lining. I am quite fond of silver linings here at the Zoo. I'm hoping that she will be good and enjoy her sisters for a few minutes while I GO WALKING ON THE TREDMILL! Yay!

And, Yes! I'm working on getting back on the ol' exercising track. Before you know it, October will be here and I'll still be wondering what happened to my glorious plan of running a 5K.

Shall keep you posted, as I know you will wait with baited breath for the results.

No Foolin'

On Facebook, they had this list for writing 25 Random Things About You, as one of those "get to know you better" things. I wanted to do this, but never got around to it. Low and behold, today prompted me to write this because it would so have been on my list. Here 'tis:

I hates it, My Precious. I really hates it.

Yes. April "Fools" Day. Okay, not the day, per se, but the practical jokes that happen on said day which are NOT funny, because they always come at someone elses' expense (and most often strip away elements of their trust), and then you are considered not to have a sense of humor if you don't find it hysterical. Well, ha ha.

Yeah, so I hate the practical joke. I just thought you should know.

Oh, and if you LURVES playing the practical joke, just keep this in mind: I don't. I don't play them and I don't enjoy having them played on me. I have a long memory and it's probably the only thing I hold a grudge against. Seriously. And that's no joke.

And now you know a little extra randomness about me.

Unpleasant Realizations #243 and #244

If it were not for my children spilling things on the floor, it is very unlikely at this stage of my mothering/housekeeping abilities that my floors would ever get mopped. So, I guess I should actually be glad about Miss O and her constant dumping of water cups that are too full and/or too large for her to carry and/or playing in the bathroom sink though she professes only to be "washing her hands." Oh, uh huh.

AND, I'm not sure who is more terrorized by Night Terrors brought about by lack of nappage ("I'm NOT TIRED!!!"): the child or the parent(s) who must be awakened each time said child starts wailing inconsolably (and thus can be found staggering around all morning--the parents, I mean. Not the incredibly chirpy and energetic child) until the parental figures finally give her benedryl so all can sleep (she was itching her legs, Super J points out, and that's oh-so-true, thank you eczema).