Alright, I've learned my lesson... and I told you so!

In part one of today's post, I will mention our media diet and how we have agreed to relax the rules slightly.
I've learned my lesson. I have learned that I need to watch less TV. There needs be less of it on, in general and only when there is something specific on that I want to see. This applies to pretty much every aspect of the day - I don't need to have it on in the morning simply for background noise when all I really need to see is 3 minutes of the weather report. I don't need to turn it on when I get home from work to listen to noise in the background, especially when I don't even care about the programs that are on.
So, my husband I have decided to relax the rules for the rest of the 4 weeks and we're only watching a maximum of 2 hours per week of TV. This allows me to get my weather report in the mornings, watch Lost and the occasional bit of our latest DVD from Blockbuster.com. I'm also going to allow Fuss to watch an occasional one of her shows, but even that had gotten out of hand in recent weeks and she was watching way too much TV.


In other news, my dad came over on Sunday to look at our garage and see what our options were for enclosing the garage and adding a half bath, etc. (I really really want a 2nd toilet in our house. You have no idea how much I want this.)
But in the end, we discovered that the bathroom idea isn't going to be quite as easy as we had hoped. (like everything else in this house, they took short cuts in the plumbing and it just won't be as simple as we had hoped.) So then he starts telling me how he thinks it might be better to enclose our sunroom and turn THAT into a bedroom, which I had said several years ago (I had also talked about adding on at the time, but regardless, he was the one who kept pushing for the garage, so I'm a little frustrated that he wouldn't just LISTEN to my ideas way back when.) So we did some measuring and some talking about the details and I think we're going to end up with more space that way and in the long run, it will be best. I am still a little frustrated that we will be moving our master bedroom further away from the bathroom and we won't have an extra bathroom (or half bath) which was my initial point of this whole thing, but the 3rd bedroom is the main priority, so now we just have to get the sunroom cleaned up and out and get things moving along. My dad said that we could still attempt to do the bathroom idea, but that it would likely need to be a separate project and would take more time than we really have available before Fry arrives, so it will need to be delayed for now.

Either way, I'm excited that we seem to be moving forward with this. Here's to hoping it all goes smoothly!

Day 3

I'm afraid I'm skipping 10 on Tuesday this week (but I only feel mildly guilty since Chelsea is skipping it too!) to whine for a minute about how HARD it is to keep my 2 year old from driving me nuts without the help of even a tiny bit of TV. Plus, I have a raging headache and my lunch plans got canceled at the last minute, so this is already a rough day and I'm only to lunch time.

I can do the no-TV thing. It's not my favorite way to pass the time, but it's certainly doable. I'm getting more things accomplished and Daddy Fuss and I had a great conversation last night, so all-in-all things aren't so bad as far as the adults in the house go.

It's a little rougher when we add in Fuss.

She likes certain shows and a couple of movies and she REALLY loves the time that she gets to watch her shows and the snuggle time when she convinces me to put on a Disney movie and watch it with her. We're still snuggling, of course, but with books instead and she keeps asking for her TV friends... "George?" she says. "Emmy? Ciff-erd?" she requests so sweetly. "Veggie Tales? Cummer? Bob-Tato?" she implores. "Monsers INK! Mike! Suh-wee! BOO!" she begs.

In other news, somehow she convinced me to let her wear panties this morning (late morning. Like 10:45) It's 12:00 now and so far, so good, though she can't seem to tell me the correct answer when I ask if she is wet or if she went pee-pee in her panties. (The answer is usually yes, but then I check and actually, no, she's still dry.) I won't be leaving them on through naptime (disaster in the making, I am sure), but for now... She also had to put them on "SELF" this morning (she loves to do things herself - my Miss Independent.)

Off to go hide my aching head in a dark room. Or not. What really stinks is that I have a prescription pain killer that is safe during pregnancy, but I'm scared to take it the first time when I have to take care of Fuss without help. (Causes dizzyness is written all over the bottle) I've really been hoping to take it the first time when Daddy Fuss is around, but it hasn't worked out.