Pancakes make me happy. HURRAH!

Pisces Wednesday, 28 January 2009
'If you are happy and you know it, clap your hands.' So goes the old song. But what if you are unhappy? Then clap them even louder. Find something, no matter how small, that you can genuinely and sincerely applaud. Summon appreciation and enthusiasm. From the depths of your being. Be as happy as you can be and you will soon discover that you are happier than you knew you were. Once you know that, though, you will be happy and you will know that you are happy - then you will be fully entitled to clap your hands.

What is this crap? Isn't the notion of being happy all relative and society's need to define it ridiculous? Isn't forcing everyone to be happy all the time counterproductive because when we aren't happy, we feel like failures which leads to further unhappiness? Haha....suck it happy.

So, we got about 35 feet of snow yesterday. Nah, but if you listened to the news people, that's how much we were going to get so EVERYONE FREAK OUT NOW. It's really pretty, and I can say that as someone who now works from home and who doesn't have to go out in it. It is hard to be cooped up here all day however. Max gets antsy when we're home too much and there could be a meltdown at any time. Monday was terrible and he was the crabbiest baby that ever lived. He (we) had been up since 10:30pm SUNDAY NIGHT, yes I said Sunday night, he refused to take anything resembling a nap and he also decided to say SCREW YOU FORMULA and refused to drink it. In fact, he would take the bottle and throw it down repeatedly so that it leaked all over my floor. I hope formula doesn't hurt dogs. Anyway, because of the impending blizzard, I also had to get to the grocery store because that's just what you do in that situation and he spent the whole time screaming and yelling because he didn't want to ride in the cart. I had to abandon my list and I just ran through throwing crap in my cart. I have no idea what I bought. We made it home and just as I was about to go clinically insane, Jeff came home so that I was free to go sit down, have a glass of wine and unwind. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No, that's not what happened. I did have a glass of wine but I gulped it down as I stood unloading the dishwasher while also making dinner. Then I ate, did some work, folded laundry, gave the kid a bath, convinced him that if he didn't do to bed his mommy would be in the loony bin and then I was out before I was even able to finish watching Rock of Love Bus. How will I know if she ever got the cheeseburger?

Anyway, yesterday was MUCH better and he was super cute and only fussed the normal amount and he took TWO NAPS (not by his choice), he also started to take his bottle again and he STOOD ON HIS OWN for about 4 seconds. I'm hoping to have him walking by the end of the week and doing complex math by next week. Then he can balance my checkbook. Good boy.