At the moment, I am feeling what could be considered an odd and irrational love for a piece of technology. I am not ashamed to admit it.
I. Love. My. D.V.R. (Digital Video Recorder, aka "Tivo") It has been my saving grace for the past week. This is why:
I am still sick as a dog and still sounding somewhat like a guy, although it might be safe to say that instead of being in the throes of puberty, my voice sounds like it has actually made it there now. Anyway, I woke up the other morning and had what I like to refer as a "mini-breakdown" where I threw myself on the bed and begged my husband not to leave me alone with Isabella that day. I know that comes off as being horrible, but I was in misery and just could not fathom chasing after her all day, feeling the way I did - she's like the Energizer Bunny sometimes and gets into everything! Poor Ike, he looked like he felt so bad for me. But there was no way he could stay home, he had to prep for a flight and couldn't get out of that, obviously. Once he left, I kind of buried myself in blankets and pillows and imagined getting some sleep, until I was snapped back to reality by my munchkin, who proceeded to dig me out and proclaim "eat, eat!" I kid you not, I had no idea how I was going to survive the day until the boys or Ike came home. Sounds melodramatic but I really, really, really was feeling terrible. But then I remembered....the power of the DVR!
If a mothering group ever read this I am in trouble, but I confess that I have never been so grateful in my life for my "Tivo." Programmed into that bad boy is a never-ending roster of Isa's favorites, from "Wow Wow Wubbzy" to "Yo Gabba Gabba." I was able to lay on the couch and occasionally doze while she sat mesmerized by Noggin's educational programs. Yes, yes, give me the naughty mother of the week award, but I was desperate!
The only downside to this whole thing is, now that I am trying to get back to my normal daily routine, I am constantly humming the bars of music from her shows. I had finally managed to get Dora's voice out of my head, and it has been replaced by Wubbzy and every Veggietales movie on earth. Don't get me wrong, I love the Veggietales! But when you are in church and hearing the pastor speak on, oh, say the Wall of Jericho, and the image that comes to your head is of little vegetables throwing slushies down at Joshua and the Israelites, it gets a little difficult to compose yourself (true story - it happened to my mom!)
And that's about all I can get down at the minute, because today (dum, da-dum-dum!) I have a full schedule that includes parent-teacher conferences (seems early, but school started back in July), Gymboree for Isa, and some Crossfit for me to get me out of my little funk. So until later, I bid you adieu...hahaha....
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