I got a well deserved beating this morning on Spezzano and Sandy.

Here’s the timeline, and why this was not a good Mother’s Day for your boy…

Midnight Sunday morning-Sandy drives us home from Carson’s wedding (congrats, guys!) after I apparently had one too many

12:30 am-We do our best as a couple to get Sandy into labor.  You know what it is…

6:30 am-I wake up with a screeching headache.  Proceed to down 2 ibuprofen tablets.  This would prove to be my undoing.

7:15 am-I leave to pick up my daughter and niece at Sandy’s sister’s house.  I then pull over to hurl in the Olympia restaurant parking lot.

7:30 am-I have the girls in tow.  Still with a headache that would kill an African Elephant.

7:40 am-Lie down.  Sandy is not happy.  No breakfast in bed.

8:40 am-The girls are demanding cereal we don’t have in stock and Sandy is craving crepes.  We need heavy cream.  I’m off to Wegman’s.

9:05 am-I have cereal heavy cream and a need to puke again.  I do so just as I pull into our neighborhood.

9:06 am-Sandy, disgusted with her choice in a husband sends me to bed to sleep it off.

Now, I did surprise her with flowers on Friday night.  I got her a nice card as well.  Additionally, I presented my mother-in-law with a thoughtful card, and did make Sandy her crepes later in the afternoon.  So, all in all, i think I rebounded pretty strong after a shaky start to Mother’s Day.  That being said, I won’t be asking for any “special treatment” this Father’s Day.  I know what’s good for me!

Sandy and I spent a good part of the weekend preparing the nursery for #2.  During this process, Sandy had to go through a lot of her non-pregnancy clothes.  I kid you not, she has a ROOM full of clothes!  Not a closet, a ROOM.  I spent a good part of the weekend thinking, “Why can’t women just consolidate their wardrobes?”

We have a small walk in closet.  Believe me when I tell you, my stuff occupies less than a quarter of the space.  There is NO WAY you, as a woman, can possible wear all the clothes and/or shoes you attain.

Am I wrong?

From my Facebook:

Taylor writes:

Clothes make us feel better about ourselves so we complain less. Just think of how much more you’d have to listen to us complain if we didn’t have a huge closet.

Karen writes:

cause if we did.. you’d be sayin….. god..why is she always wearin the same thing….she must not care about herself..look at her.. lettin herself go.. blah.. blah.. blah! Besides… we’ll consolidate our clothes.. when guys consolitdate their “options”!!!!!! yeah.. thats right.. I said it LOL

Now Karen, not ALL guys are that shallow.

Kidding.

Really quick.  We can’t decide on a name for #2.  Every name I throw out gets shot down.  I’m putting my foot down with my final name suggestion.

Genetalia

Feminine, and Italian.  Genny for short.  What’s not to love?

Sandy disagrees.

That’s where you come in.  If I can get 50 comments in support of my suggestion, I may be able to sway her opinion.  Let’s make it happen, people!

I apologize.  I just realized the gravity of a mistake I have made.  You see, tonight Sandy is hosting all of the neighborhood women at our house for a “spa night.”  There has to be around 25 women in my house as I type this.  What mistake did I make, you ask?

I did not chronicle tonight’s events.

DAMN IT!

Some people might live blog events like the election, or an awards show.  Not me.  I completely whiffed by not live blogging “neighborhood girls night” at my house.  I am such an idiot!

Well, at least I can report that at 10:08, the first neighbor left.  And I’m pretty sure as soon as that front door slammed shut, every other woman here started bad mouthing her.

Why you ladies always gotta be so catty, huh?

Next time, all.  Next time.  I hope I don’t let you down like this again.  Crap.  It would have been GOLD!

For the past few weeks, Sandy, Leah and myself have been going over names for our new daughter.  What do you think about…

Alexa-Leah is a big fan, and for a second it looked like this was the big winner.  My issue?  I think it sounds a little stripper-ish.  And, my only job in life is to keep my babies off the pole!

Chloe-I pushed for this name, HARD.  Sandy wouldn’t hear of it.  Maybe a Chloe who went to Athena at the same time as she did was a bully.

Bailey-Leah and I both liked this name.  Sandy? Not so much.  My concern would be kids calling her “Beetle.”

Which leads us to our lead contender, Madison.  I like it.  Sandy likes it.  We’re warming Leah up on it.  Sandy’s mom has a thick Italian accent, and is having trouble not saying “Medicine” but I think we’ll get past that.  One thing I won’t be able to get past?  Daryl Hannah as a mermaid in “Splash.”