Monday, December 27, 2010

Tales of heartache

Uggg.. tucking my middle in tonight was torture.  Pure torture.  She of course was crying (although trying to hold it together) because I am leaving tomorrow AM.  Counting the days, counting the nights.. til our return... asking how and when she can talk to me... pure sadness.  Ugg, felt like someone stuck a dagger straight into my heart.   And the worst part is that I remember exactly how she feels.  I specificially recall feeling the exact same way when my mom had to go on a business trip when I was probably around her age.  It was terrible.   So the way she is feeling coupled with the fact that I have had a giant pit in my stomach about leaving them the entire day is making me question whether or not I am making the right decision to leave. 

Of course my hubby and I deserve a few nights away, together, as a couple, not playing the parenting role.. but just because we are away doesn't mean that we can get being parents out of our minds. To those of you who think I am being silly and do not understand where I am coming from, please click the X on the top right hand corner of your screen and close this page. I do not care how many trips others have taken away from their kids or how many times a month my hubby travels away from our family.  None of that matters to me.  The fact that I am leaving my kids is just heartwrenching for me, right now.  And since my darling spouse felt it necessary to leave our will and other documents on his office desk, I feel like I want to vomit. Hoping the Xanax will calm that tomorrow AM.

To end on a high note I wanted to share some fun tidbits from my baby girl.

1.  Yesterday, when she saw the snow and my oldest two in their snowsuits, she shrieked "I need my babing (bathing) suit too mommy".  Um, bathing suit + snow + 30 degree weather = not such a great idea.

2.  I got my nails done today for our trip to a flip flop in Dec location and just took my socks off.  My baby girl looked down and my toes and said "Bootiful (beautiful) mommy, that's like pink".

Love her.. she is really so funny. And I don't think she even tries to be, she just is. She has the ability to make me laugh consistently throughout the day. Gosh, I cannot even imagine our family without her in it.  What a blessing she is.. well, all of them really.   Ugg.. ok, feeling this blog taking a turn for the sappy again, so I will end now.

Prob won't blog in the AM.  Figuring I might not be in the best of spirits.   I am sure to come back with many fun stories to share.

Wish me luck and I'll see you in 2011.   Oh, and thanks for reading. I love that you care about my nonsense.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Tales of a snow filled day

I think it is safe to say that children, or at least mine, have absolutely no adversion to the cold. Adding up all the different times they decided to play in the snow, they were outside in 30 degree temps with snow and wind blowing for about 2 + hours.  Snowman made- sledding done- snowball fight had- etcc...

what a fun fun day! for the kids... I however have been freezing my tucus off and been eating myself out of the house!!!  Why Why Why do I have to eat when I am stuck at home?????????

Once my hubby gave me the okay to drive, which was not until after noon (which I was mad about because I wanted to be at the mall at 8 AM... remember, my black Friday was today).. however, I managed to scoot out during naptime for a few hours and that is when my fun began.  Have I mentioned that I love the mall?  Especially at Holiday time!!  Oh the red sale signs.... love love love! Got some great buys.. mostly for the kids, as usual, but bought myself some treats too. Hadn't purchased myself sweatpants since I was prego.. definitely needed a few new pairs.

Anyhow, took the kiddos over to my moms for a bit, since she refuses to drive in this weather (not that I blame her).  And we went out for our fav dinner.. SUSHI.  I think my son ate the most.. he really loves that stuff. I am proud.   Always nice to have Sunday night dinner with the fam, especially my mom.  We try to make that a ritual, but sometimes our busy schedules get in the away (hers and my kids).  I think we should make a New Year's resolution to reinstate Sunday night dinners.. and I would like to mandate a bi-weekly rotation between Sushi and Chinese. All in favor????

Tales of White

It is 6:15.  My mid daughter is dressed and ready to go!  Purple snowsuit-check. Mittens-check. Boots-check. Only thing we are waiting for is the sun to rise!  Yay for snow.. and lots of it.  Will report later...

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Tales of December 25th

Well, today was a quiet, boring stay in your PJ til 3PM day.. and I LOVED every minute of it!!  Actually think the kids and hubby did too.  They were all really great today, depsite being trapped inside.  Sometimes it is nice to be forced to spend a day alone with the fam, with no get away in sight.  Played Kinect with the kids- danced and laughed.  Watched Hannah Montana the movie with girls and cuddled on the couch. We only got dressed to grab a quick dinner with some friends and then straight back into jammies.   I did however get a ton accomplished.  Two loads of laundry, dishes clean and put away, decorations down and our home is officially holiday free!!.. for now... at least until Valentines Day arrives. 

Sidenote:  I am obsessed with decorating for holidays (in addition to throwing parties).  I just love how festive it looks and how warm and inviting the house becomes. 

Sidenote #2:  I am also obsessed with taking down the decorations as quickly as possible.  While I love love love the way they look, I just get kinda tired of all the clutter it becomes.  Our house is decorated from Oct. 1- Dec. 25th. (usually after the New Year, but we decided to speed it up this go around).

So, no snow. Yet. Though it has finally started to rain.  Lets see if it gets cold enough tonight for some snow to fall. We enjoyed hot cocoa and smores anyway... couldn't let it go to waste ya know.

That is it from here.  Not much happened today to share. Just a relaxing day with the fam.  Kudos to the kids for their great behavior... well, until the last hour or so.  Guess that means its time for bed!

Good night my friends!

Tales of Snow????

So, that is the big question.. still.  will it snow or not??  I am prepared!!  Bought hot cocoa and smores ingredients!  Bring it on!!!!!

Had a great afternoon/evening celebrating good friends and great family!  Kids sprinkled reindeer food on the lawn last night and made a wish for Santa to come!  And we have a very happy house this AM!  They couldn't wait to come downstairs.  He drank all the milk and most of the yummy cookies we left for him.  The amazement and excitment on their faces and in their voices is what this holiday is truly about. Period.  Nothing else.  No religion, nothing serious.  Just fun and happiness. It is so heartwarming to live thru your kids.  I know they will only "believe" for a few more years (at least the oldest), but I am cherishing it.  So sad the the innocence will be lost one day.

Also sad that my bro left.  Short visit made even shorter by our immaturity. Oh well, there is always next time.  A friend of mine told me that we were due for a fight, as I do not think he and I have fought in at least 10 years.  Kids always love the visits from Uncle D too!

Off to discover what this day has in store for us.  Can't wait til tomorrow.  South Park mall at 8 AM here I come.. wanna join??  I missed black Friday since we were in Disney, so decided that tomorrow will be my black Friday.. it probably has its own nickname.. but I do not know what it is.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...... PLEASE!

Friday, December 24, 2010

Tales of slow and painful

OMG.. went to see that new Reese Witherspoon movie last night.

Sidenote:  I love Reese Witherspoon.  In my next life, I would really like to come back as her.

Anyway, I love her movies.  But holy crap.. that was the worst movie I have seen in a really long time.  Like a super I can't even remember seeing a bad movie like that long time ago.  People were literally walking out.  It was over 2 hours and moved sooooooooooooooooooooo slowlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy and was just down right bad.  I was so shocked, and rather disappointed too.  I thought she takes great pride in her work and chooses her scripts carefully, but that must have been a momentary lapse in judgement for her, becuz it sucked. What a waste of two hours and an even bigger waste of two hours of loss of sleep for me.  Must move on.

So, I hear it is supposed to snow tomorrow!  Oh how my kids will just love it.  I too think it would be pretty darn cool to have a white Christmas.  However, if it snows, this FL girl will be locked up in her house all day.   So, unless you live within walking distance to my house and/or want to come to me, you will likely not see me tomorrow if it snows.

Remember how I told you how excited I was to have my brother come into town?  Well, we had a knock down drag out yesterday that only siblings have.  Cursing, mean-ness, a full blown fight.  However, in true sibling style, we "kissed and made up" within hours.  So nice to love unconditionally.   But, becuz I was in such a crappy mood over it, I fell down the stairs in our house and killed my back.  Nearly killed myself I think.  My hubby was witness to the whole thing and it scared the you know what out of him.  But, in case you are interested, I am fine. Just stiff this AM and bruised.  Other than that, its business as usual in this house.  Tot in my bed, watching Mickey.  Waiting for big kids to begin our day.

Wishing all my Christmas celebrating peeps a very Merry one!  Can't wait to celebrate tonight with one of our favorite family friends. 

Dear weatherman,

Pleae be right about the snow tomorrow.  That would be so stinking cool for so many reasons. 

1. My brother will likely get snowed in for another day!
2.  My kids will be uber excited.
3.  I do think a white Christmas would bring so much fun and energy into the day.
4.  Becuz if you actually got the weather correct for once I will be super impressed.
5. I would love nothing more than smores and hot cocoa tomorrow.



Thursday, December 23, 2010

Tales of a Jinx part deux

All I want for Christmas is SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Is that really too much to ask for??  It's a really good thing that we can no longer physically produce offspring, becuz some nights I feel like we might as well have another baby since we are up all night anyhow.

2:22- Enter mid child:  I had a bad dream... ugg.. seriously??  How is it possible that I actually cursed this poor child by simply mentioning how great of a sleeper she is.   Back to bed.

2:40- Enter mid child:  I still can't sleep. Back to bed.

3:30- the last time I looked on the clock to see how long I had actually been awake since I couldn't go back to sleep either.

5:46- Baby girl up. Brought into bed.  Back to sleep.

6:05- Enter eldest- I am up.  Go back to room and play quietly and we will get you when your sister gets up.  STOMPS OUT.  LOUDLY.

6:29- Enter eldest again- (what a great listener he is turning out to be, sigh). I am done playing. Whining. Wakes up little sister.  Mid sister up.  And, the start of a bright new day.

And you wonder why I was proud of myself for actually going out the other night?  I am seriously running so low on fumes these days that I think I am about to run out of reserves.  Thank goodness for kid free vaca next week.  NEED SOME SERIOUS SLEEP.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Tales of so much

So much to say!  Lying here in bed next to MY BIG KIDS! Yay for no school!!  I am so excited for a week+ off of the morning rushing.  SO EXCITED.  I want to give a shout out to my tot for great sleeping last night.  I know inquiring minds would like to know the deets, but do to the jinx of earlier in the week, I will keep that to myself.

Went to a most fun Christmas party hosted by my fab friend!  OMG.. the kids had so much fun. She had a schedule of events from game to game (to which I laughed at), but it really was geat fun.  "Reindeer games" she called them.  I wonder if that is why I got such great sleeping last night.  My baby girl did have an amazing time!  I love when other people throw parties!  I mean, I live for throwing them too, but its fun to also be a guest.  Boy, 24 kids on the last day of school.. it was high energy.

I dropped the kids off at home and literally turned around and went to another birthday celebration for my friend.  This time it was a small, more intimate (as she said) dinner. I was totally exhausted and would have loved more than anything to hop right into bed after my kids, but pushed on.  Sometimes even though you may not be totally feeling like doing something, it definitely feels good to do the right thing.  I would have felt awful to have missed it, plus I had fun! And in reality, it is just one night.  I can get a good night sleep tonight! Yes, I kept trying to remind myself of that a 9:30 when I was still too hyped up to go to sleep. That is what happens to me if I miss my bedtime window.

My brother is coming into town today!  I don't know who is more excited.. the kids?  no, I think I am.  I always tell my kids to love and be nice to each other because one day they will likely not live near each other and it will stink.  I miss my bro. I never had a sister, and always wanted one.  But for opposite sex siblings, we are as close as can be. I pray that my oldest two will be that close in adulthood too. Siblings are the closest blood relative to you, and I am so lucky to have a great one!

A friend/fellow blogger of mine told me how surprised she was to learn that I had opened my blog to friends and family. (She actually called me and had a very long discussion with me about it) She writes as well, but simply for herself to read and fellow bloggers who do not know her personally.  I questioned myself some, but realized that I love my family and friends being able to read my daily ramblings.  However, I am starting to catch on to her motive.  I may need to create a separate anonymous blog for days where I want to bitch and complain about things that I do not want my friends to read.  It is true, I am using this as a catharsis tool, but I somewhat have to modify it due to my reader base.  And we all know how good it feels to be open and honest and get feelings out rather than keeping them bottled up... but it shouldn't be public. 

Hmmm... gonna have to think of a title for blog #2.  Was gonna ask for suggestions, but then you would know it and that would defeat the purpose! LOL.  Oh well. 

Welcome to Winter Break my friends!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Tales of Nothing

Sorry to disappoint.  I went to bed at 8 last night and am getting kids ready for school now.

1.  Happy Birthday to my dear friend, Ilyssa!  35, huh? 
2.  Happy last day of school to my kids and friends!  Yay for a break from packing lunches, backpacks and homework battles.
3. Hmm.. guess that is all for now.  Will TRY to blog during naptime.

Tah Tah for now

Monday, December 20, 2010

Tales of a Jinx


mid daughter in my room crying with bad dreams.  Never happened before.  I knew I should have never mentioned what a great sleeper she is. Always comes back to haunt you.  I am slowly starting to realize that I may never have another good night sleep for as long as I shall live.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Tales of Nonstop

My most favorite weekends are the ones where we have enough planned that we are not bored, but not too much planned that we can lounge in our PJs and enjoy the slow motion of the weekend rolling by.  This weekend was the complete opposite of that!  Yikes.  I think this is the first time I have sat down, stretched my legs out on my bed and grabbed my laptop since Thursday. And well you all know I stayed up WAY past my bedtime last night so I am going to blurt out as much as I can as fast as I can on here, turn my light of and check out for the night.  Yes dear friends, I realize it is merely 7:35, but hubby is en route to NJ and I am in need of sleep, and lots of it.

OMG, I just heard faint footsteps coming down the hallway and started to get that warm feeling creeping up that was going to make me say not nice things to my son if he had gotten out of bed, but it was just my kitten. LMAO. Poor son, always taking the blame, now even for the cat.

So, had a great time surprising a friend for her 35th birthday yesterday afternoon.  Amazing brunch. Then had to quickly shift gears and plan for our very first adult holiday party. Although sometimes through my complaining you may not be able to tell this, but I have an unhealthy obsession with my children.  I also have an unhealthy obsession with entertaining (having people over, throwing parties, girls nights, etc..). Putting those two things together have made for very fun, memorable and elaborate kids parties for the past 7 1/2 years.  And I love to do it.  And my kids love it.  And ask for it.  And look forward to it.  However, this year, after our annual Halloween to-do, I just wasn't feeling it. Not sure why. Perhaps the thought of having 100+ people in my house in Dec. not so appetizing anymore.  Wonder why it ever was.  Anyhow, so my dear hubby suggested us having an adult only party. Of course I felt as if we were traitors.  Cheating our kids out of a party.  But that thought lasted all of 30 seconds and within an hour the evite was sent.  Repeat: Unhealthy obsession with throwing parties.  It is also quite funny how many people are removed from your guest list when you are not inviting their children.  Sure I have a zillion "friends, as FB likes to call it" who are parents of my kids friends, but we do not socialize on a personal level with more than half of them.  So, my hubby and I were pleasantly surprised that our "close friends only rule" made it out to be a under 20 people shindig. And, it was heaven.  Like I touched on earlier.  I really had a great time (must have to stay up that late) and my friends enjoyed the evening as well.  So, sorry kids, I think this is going to be our new annual holiday tradition.

Sidenote:  Mom- please save the date next year again for grandchildren sleepover.

Today arrived and kids had religious school and play dates.  Then I spent a few hours with my favorite co room mom getting organized for my sons Winter Party in class tomorrow!  Walked in the door, went potty and walked out the door to a friends house for some family time with the kids.  They have children our big kids age, so of course the baby girl was the star of the show, as usual.   Two minutes after we walked in, hubby walked out to catch his flight.  I barely have enough energy to be typing still, but am responding to a special request made that there be a blog first thing in the AM.  Aren't you people bored of me yet???

7:48, lights are going out in 10. Phew... heres to the beginning of yet another crazy busy week!! Crazy busy, but would not have it any other way! Life is good.

Tales of uber tired

Guess what!  I stayed up til midnight last night.  Woot!  Woot! Had a most fun Holiday Party here with my close friends and had a wonderful time!!  Nights like that remind me of how lucky I am to have such great friends.   I kept it super small because every party I have had has been with a zillion people, and I always feel at the end that I didn't get to talk to anyone.  But, last night I truly got to relax and enjoy the company of my very closest friends.

Big kids slept at my moms.  It is currently 9 AM and baby girl has been playing happily and quietly on her own for hours.  Guess how many times she has asked where her brother and sister are????????

NONE!!!  Too funny.  She probably enjoys the silence too.

Below is a pic of one of the fun drinks I served.  Candy Cane martinis!  So fun!!

Off to finish clean up with my helpful little elf (my hubby).  Thanks to all my amazing friends for letting me indulge them for a night of fun (sans kids).

I just love holiday time!

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Tales of mad

So, my every loving hubby decided to take all three kids downstairs this AM so I could sleep in since he was away all week and I got um NO sleep.

HOWEVER, at 7:24 AM on a Saturday our pest control dude was BANGING on our door to let us know that he was doing our outside quarterly treatment.  Seriously.  Seriously.  I am so mad.  I called and left a VM for them that we are cancelling our service.  I just do not understand who has something against me actually sleeping.  I really just do not get it.

Very busy day ahead. Usual weekend with the fam plus some fun things in the mix. May or may not blog tomorrow. Too irritated right now to spit anything worth reading out.

Happy Birthday to my sis in law if you are reading this.

Grrrrrrrr... its madness I tell you.  So mad. Mad. Mad. Mad.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Tales of bad dreams

Well, if its not one of them it is sure to be another. Although, I must give kuddos to my middle angel.  She is a rock of a sleeper.  I can count on my hand the number of times she has woken up in the mid of night. Please do not jinx me for giving her a shout out.  Please.

However, my oldest and youngest are twins separated by 5 years.  Personality, likes, dislikes, facial features, tummy woes in infancy, and apparently in sleeping retardedness.

12:08- Enter edlest child: mommy, i had a bad dream. Ok honey, go potty while you are awake and I will tuck you back in.  Go in his room, rub his back. Assure him all is ok.

12:19-enter son: mommy, I am still scared.  Walk him back to his room, again. Again while holding kitten in my arms so he doesn't escape under sons bed.  Again, assure him all is ok, and to think about cupcakes and rainbows and blah blah blah.  Again, all with my eyes closed because I am mostly asleep.

12:45- enter son with kitten in his arms:  mommy, cat is meowing at my door. While of course he is.  You woke him and me up so he wants to play now!  ok, tuck in, remove kitten. the end. uh.... nope.

1:20- Enter son: mommy, I know I have been up for an hour and I am sorry but I just can't go back to sleep.  Ok, on mid of night visit 1-3, I held it together,however, on visit 4, I got angry. Thus, the yelling began.  I informed him to go back to bed and not come back into my room til at least 7 AM.  I also made him aware that I was very angry that he was still awake, and that I was still awake.  To which he started crying and telling me that I am going to give him more nightmares.  Seriously, I just love being blamed for everything.. and wow, I didn't know that I have such power as to be able to create a nightmare in anothers dreams.  Huh, the things you learn as a mommy.

Anyway, that was the last I heard from him.  Needless to say. I almost threatened the death penalty if he returned again.  Just joking (ish).

I actually thought for a moment to just bring him in bed with me, however, being that he had already lost an hour of sleep, and that it is now 5:30 and I am of course watching mickey mouse clubhouse with my tot, I didn't think that was a great option either.

Well, seems as if this night of lack of sleep was just the beginning of my crazy weekend. Got an email from my hubby who has been gone since Monday that his red eye is 2 hours late.  Translation:  I need to call my carpool and switch driving in an effort to not drag baby girl out in this bitter cold, and need to email sons teacher to tell her I will not be volunteering in room this morning. Maybe I should mention he was up half the night too.  I am sure he will do stellar on his spelling, vocab, grammar and comprehension tests today.

Hmmm.. I can tell I am going to be in an awesome mood today. Enter caffeine.  And oh yeah. Mom- if I ever woke you up like this in mid of night repeatedly causing you lack of sleep and in need of caffeine, I apologize. I know you find great humor in my being totured by my offspring, to which you call "devine retribution", however, I do not find it funny. At all.

And, mid sister is awake.  Yay Friday. Up and at 'em!

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Tales of Late

Sorry, late today.  Baby came in my bed at 5:30 and actually fell back to sleep until 6:45. Yay?!?  I guess.  So, today's blog will come later...  Sorry peeps.  Gotta get movin. 

BTW..  any experienced blogger know how to put settings on your blog to get rid of spam comments??  I got a comment last night from a financial site that offers grants to single moms. LOL.  Clearly they did not really read my blog.  Funny, none the less.  Hubby probably think not so funny.

Remind me to tell you later about how upset I was yesterday about how someone almost ruined a surprise for a good friend of mine.  Not cool.  Mistake, yes.. but not cool.  I was shaking most most of the afternoon b/c I was so nervous it was ruined.  Hmm... but HW went well now that I think of it.  Guess it took my mind off of it.  Maybe I should thank her?  No, I think HW was just easy yesterday :)

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Tales of $$

And here we are again.  5:30 AM.. kitten on my left, baby girl on my right.  A mixture of purring, mickey mouse and sneezing filling my ears.  Really, she only sneezes a lot when she is in our room.  I suppose that is because kitty sleeps in here.  Torture?  I hope not because after our $800 vet bill last week, he is staying for good!

OMG!   I just peeked at the weather online. 16 degrees.  Seriously, I think I want to move to Hawaii. This cold is simply ridiculous. WTF??

So yesterday I spent the morning gathering all my thank you holiday gifts.  Boy, those sure do add the freak up!! Teachers, babysitters,etc.. sheesh. A friend of mine asked me yesterday if I give a gift or a "tip" to the garbage men.  I had to think a minute.  No, I do not.  Should I?  Do you?  If so, does yours actually get out of his truck and pick up wind blown trash or the entire dumpster after he knocks it over in the middle of your driveway?  Mine does not. So, I really never thought about it.

I know my mom always used to tip the mailman, but they tell you that they "cannot accept" gifts so I don't do that either.  Hmmm, maybe I should, he is a pretty nice dude. But, I wouldn't even know how much.  I know the rule of thumb with help in your house is a weeks pay. For the mailman however, what does that translate to?  Should I collect a weeks worth of mail and see how much the stamps added up to??  LOL.  Seriously, I have no clue about this nonsense.  Cheap?  No, more like ignorant on this topic.  Just so busy this time of year with my crazy calendar that it never really crossed my mind.  Can someone call me later and catch me up to what is PC.  Thanks.

My son had basketball practice last night.  Since hubby is MIA, my mom came and watched the girls so I didn't have to drag them out in 20 degree weather past their bedtime. My mid spend the entire weekend up past her bedtime and needs to catch up.  Anyway, my son as usual is the tallest on the team (and the cutest).  Problem is that he has zero interest in actually paying attention to the coaches.  Ever since he started team sports when he was 3 years old, he has this habit of watching what I am doing in the bleachers or on the sideline. And not only watching me.. he is smiling, laughing, and mouthing words to me that I can never understand.  Poor little guy.  He is never going to be an athlete.. not that I care, as that seems to run down both sides of our family (except my sister in law).  And that is fine with me.  I am simply trying to expose him to each sport so that when he is older he knows the rules and the game enough to play with neighborhood boys or other friends. BUT, it is sort of painful to watch his complete lack of interest combined with lack of athletic ability.  Oh well, what's another $100 down the drain?  I've wasted more than that before, and likely to do it again.. probably this week :).   Besides, its great for him to just run around for fun and actually get some exercise.  Clearly my children will not be playing outside for the remainder of the year.

Anyone else feel like all they are doing lately is spending $$?  And lots of it??  Here's to a less expensive, and warmer new year!  A little early, perhaps, but I am ready to start now. You too?

Monday, December 13, 2010

Tales of home

That Dorothy was a wise little girl when she said, "There's no place like home".  While it is good to get away and rejuvinate from time to time, there is nothing better than sleeping in your own bed, being with your own family, in your own warm house and being near your own friends.  Just like in The Wizard of Oz, sometimes you need to be taken far away from home to be reminded how great and wonderful your life really is.  As my mother in law always tells me.  If you put everyones problems into one giant pot, you would still want to pick your very own back out.  And that is definitely so true.  I am so very blessed to be living the life I am living and try to remember that during my daily trials, although I always have and always will like to complain.  Its genetic. VERY genetic.

Despite the travels, my beautiful girl and I had a great time together this weekend.  It was so heart warming to see her playing and hear her devilish giggle with her cousins.  She has two girl cousins.  One just turned 6 and one will be 5 a week before my daughter turns 6.  How lucky is she?  I never had girl cousins, or a sister for that matter. Let alone my exact age. She has it made!  Wasn't that super thoughtful of me to give this to our girls?  (Oh, my poor boy.  Growing up with so much estrogen floating around him.) However, living in different states and in extremely different lifestyles will likely make it hard for them to be close growing up.  BUT, for as long as it lasts, I loved watching her enjoy their company.   It is with deep thought that I have decided that is all I will share, publicly of course, about our trip. Those who know me personally have already had their ears talked off and I will not revisit it again.  We all have family, you all understand, as this is only pseudo-anonymous.

The weather was amazing.  Wintertime in FL is to die for.  And then I come back here to the bitter cold.  Bah humbug. Anyhow.  Back into the routine of rush rush rushing. Having a visit from my best friend from college this evening. So just wanted to take this quiet opportunity of naptime to pump out a quick blog.  So much pressure from you people. If I miss a day I feel like I will disappoint. Sheesh.

So, I am back. Ready to celebrate the remaining holidays with good friends and good fun. And good drinks!

There really is no place like home.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Tales of flying part deux

First off.. I am never flying again.  Never ever ever. Period. The End.  It was awful and bumpy and I was so sick to my stomach, numb in my hands and cold sweats all over.  I had to push the button to tell the stewardess that I needed her to care for my daughter in the event of my breaking into a full panic attack.  My every loving hubby was happy to not be in attendance during this episode because he finds it ridiculous.

Dear BFF...

Um, there is a high likelihood that I will no longer be joining you on our couples vacation in 2 weeks. Hope you guys have a great time in Punta Cana.   I also hope you will not hate me forever.  We live too close for such a situation.



p.s.  you can borrow the new outfit I bought for new years eve if that will make it up to you!!

And to the rest of my loyal friends,  of course I will be reporting on my weekend away once I digest my time spent with the fam. Some good, some bad.. must filter what I can share. Could get in serious trouble.

Friday, December 10, 2010

tales of me flying

As my hubby will tell u..i am the worlds worst flier. I hate it. Get sick to my stomach and always fear the worst. Unfortunately I have to put on a happy face today for my 5 year old princess. Wouldn't want her to inherit my fears even though they were passed down to me from my mom. You may think I am crazy...and I know I am...but I wanted to write a quick note to my two babies at home. In case something bad happens no matter how much I bitch and complain, u make my life worth living and I love u both. Ugh..i feel sick. Time to fly....

Tales of Role Reversal

I am all packed and ready to go!  Yep, it is actually my turn to leave for once.  Only difference is that I am bringing one child away with me. Of course, heaven forbid I actually leave town by myself, right?

But, I am super excited to be spending a girls weekend with my special angel. We are off to Fl... horray for thawing out for a few days!!  Have I told you I hate the cold weather?? 

She was invited to her cousins birthday party this weekend, of course I am the designated chaperone. What a fun excuse to jet out of town and routine for a few days.  And a huge bonus is to get to see all our family down South.  Ready or not, here we come!!!

Sadly for you, I will be MIA for the weekend. However, I am sure to have much to say upon my return.  Especially about the state of disarray I am sure my house will be in, and the mountain of laundry I am sure to return to. 

Sidenote:  Hope hubby is reading this.

Miss you.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Tales of 3PM

Emergency blogging needed. I am doing HW with my son and I have that warm feeling creeping up inside my stomach that makes me want to do something very not nice. and baby girl is talking to me at a mile a minute. mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy. This is a good distraction right now, otherwise I would be yelling at the top of my lungs.  Short and sweet and to the point. Breathe in, breathe out. Move forward.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Tales of out of control

While I do feel like it is possibly harder, more exhausting, and emotionally and physically draining being a SAHM vs a WM... I have to say that I could never be a WM.  This AM I had to have myself ready and dressed along with my 3 kids.. lunches packed, backpacks ready to go and out the door at 7:30 for their dentist appt.  Phew... it was rough.  And I felt a teensy bit under the weather to boot. My head was in a complete fog for hours.  I suppose it could have been due to my not having time to have my coffee. Hmmm... didn't realize I was a caffeine addict. Must revisit this later.  But I honestly do not know how working moms do it day in and day out. The morning rush, so early, including getting oneself ready and out the door.  Not to mention having to be mentally available all day long.  Sheesh. Kudos to you all.  I know, grass is always greener, but this morning I was definitely reminded how lucky I am to not have to rush out the door on a regular basis.

Appts went well.  Rushed son in and out.. made it to school within seconds of the bell.. must give self pat on back.  Although the devil inside of me really wanted him to be late. Just because. Girls took forever.  Baby was hesitant, so instead of them doing them simultaneously, they did big sis first so tot could watch and not feel afraid. I love them for being so accomodating to the kids, but hate that middle missed an hour of school and tot missed My Gym. Well, not really hate.. but it just threw me all off.  Did I ever tell you I am a control freak.  I felt out of control this morning. I like my routine.  Having my days all mapped out for me. Today not good.  And it was cold. FRIGID to be exact.

Homework hell was the same as every day.  Middle guessing words while reading instead of actually looking at the page.  Drives me nuts. I could care less if/when she starts reading more fluently, but I do care that she doesn't even try half the time. Annoys me to the core.  Yes, I am aware she is a free spirit and likes to make up her own stories.. which is one thing I love about her.  BUT, when I actually need her to read, I want her to read... the words.. on the pages.  Not the ones in her head.

Son, as usual, trying to rush so doesn't read directions. Subtracts when his math sheet is titled "Addition". Another annoyance to me. He is 7 1/2 years old. He needs to learn these things his self.  It is not my job, or maybe it is, but it is a part I refuse to do. Reading directions is a life skill.. ok, I made that up.. but it is to me.  Also, if he didn't have to poop for 30 minutes right when we sit down to start homework, he would leave himself more time to actually get his work done.  More poop time = less play time after homework. And if he didn't poop so damn long, he wouldn't be trying to rush through his work as fast.  Am I the only one who sees this logic?

All the while, baby girl is barking orders at me.  Get my drink. No, my pink cup.  Get my snack. Get my ball. Watch TV.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.  But, I managed to keep my calm today, somehow. When I really wanted to scream at the top of my lungs... "SHUT THE HECK UP". (yes, that was the PG version).

Picked up kitten from vet.  Poor dear.  I think we are very inhumane. Oh well. Surely cannot have him scratching baby girl all over the place.  I am completely exhausted.  Like that leg aching feeling. And the relief of having my hubby home tonight for bedtime (he just arrived home this AM) was debolished by the fact that he has a meeting at 7.  I am currently locked up in our bedroom. 10 minutes to go, until I have to tend to the screaming masses.. or at least that is what it sounds like is happening on the other side of the door.

I hope you don't think I created this blog to just complain.  I am truly happy and in love with my life.  But, that crap would be boring and no one would want to read it.  I like to make people laugh, and I've found that voicing my complaints on a regular basis does just that.  And whether you like it or not, you can relate to me. At least some of the days. Did you today?

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Tales of Tired

So much to say.  So few words. So little energy.  So few brains cells functioning.  Will try to do my best.  Would never want to let you down.

Today was super busy.  Dropped my poor kitty (who was not very happy with me b/c I wasn't allowed to feed him this AM) at the vet for his punishment.  Got a call that he did well, but one paw was still bleeding late in the day.  Now I am NOT an animal lover, but I did feel kinda bad for the little dude.  Hopefully he will be fine by the time I get him tomorrow evening.  Yes, the bonus is that I get a purring/meowing free night sleep!  Score!!  And a snoring free one too, since hubby MIA.

Mall walked with a girlfriend for an hour and a half.   Good for me.  Then ate grilled cheese and tom soup for lunch. There goes any benefit that should have occured from the walking. Enjoyed a rest while baby girl slept for 2 hours.  Then came 3 PM. It hit like a tornado. I really do not understand/find it sad that within 10 minutes of the big kids coming home from 8 hours out of the house, I am already spent, yelling and frustrated.

PMS girl (think I may call her that from now on) refused to go to tumbling today. Fine, it was just a trial anyhow.  Littlest gem was cranky from her long nap.. so do not understand the reverse psychology of that.  Why does a good nap = tired and cranky and hard to wake up child.  Oldest, hmm.. must give him props.. He did his homework quietly and happily.  Motivated by our going to dinner at his friends house.  Which was a ZOO.  So many kids, so loud.  But, yummy food, great company and much fun. Def needed the glass of wine I happily drank.  And the chocolate pudding pie.

Sidenote: It is 7:48 PM.. just got kids in bed.  The recycling truck just came.  I mean why don't they just pick up our trash at midnight.  I swear I will go out there in the freezing cold and kick some ass if they wake up my children.  Ok, maybe not... but it felt good to say that.

Wish me luck tomorrow.  At 8 AM I will be at the dentist.  With all 3 kids.  First time ever.  Girls have cleanings. Son getting molars sealed.  I hate that he is old enough for that.  He is still my baby boy.  Oh, and you will laugh at this. So, I told his teacher (who I love to death) that I would not be in the room tomorrow AM to help out b/c kids will be late to school b/c of appts.  She informed me of some school system wide testing going on tomorrow and Thurs and the extreme importance of his being to school on time tomorrow.  Testing?  More freaking testing?  All they do is test these kids.  And just reading and math. Like those are the only two flipping subjects important in the entire realm of knowledge in the universe.  I am just so sick and tired of it.  So,uh, yeah.. I will just be rushing right on over there.  Besides,  I am sure he will be ready to sit and take a test the second he walks in the classroom from the dentist.

Dear my childrens elementary school,

I am deeply sorry to inform you that my son is going to bring your entire school test score average down by being rushed into testing straight from his dentist appt.  If you would like to refrain from administering the 50th test he has had to take in the past 4 months of school, you have my full permission.



Tales of a cat

Since I can't talk about the nighttime drama anymore, I will just update you (aka complain about) the fact that I am sitting here typing with one hand.  Why ever do you ask?  Because my right arm is so conveniently around my babe, her head on my lap, watching some show. It's called Mickey Mouse clubhouse...ever heard of it?  And, it is 6:10.  Are you wondering why I am not taking in this quiet moment of just she and I to cuddle and spend some time together?  Been there, done that.  She awoke at 5:44.  Not so bad for her. However, she cried for me in her sleep at 3:50, to which our cat thought was morningtime. Of course she went back to sleep, but the cat purred and head butted me until I kicked him off the bed.  But don't you worry, I have his punishment already scheduled for today.  In the form of declawing and neutering.  Just Joking.  But seriously, we have decided to keep him.  Yay!!  Kids allergies are turning out to be very mild and hopefully they may even outgrow it.  Lets just hope he outgrows his love of the pre-dawn hours, and soon. Real soon.

Just checked the weather. It is 19 degrees out.  WTF?  I feel like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.  Clearly someone picked up our house and dropped it down in Alaska.  I repeat.. WTF??  The only good that comes out this bitter coldness is that I get to mall walk (for exercise) with all the old peeps.  Have I mentioned that I heart the mall?

Shit.  Middle up. Tot crying for brother who is still asleep and Daddy who is not here.  Time to make the donuts.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Tales of a new beginning

Well friends, it seems as if I am going to have to dig deep to find something else to blog about regularly. The 8 month stretch of nighttime entertainment is finally coming to an end. This evening was a mere "Mommy, I need to tell you something, come back and open door".  I peeked my head in and she said "I going to sleep". The End. It has been like this (or silent) most nights this week.  I have decided, I will not miss the nightly gig and hope dearly that it shall never return.

Another interesting bit of newness was that during dinner tonight, my oldest interrupted the conversation I was having with a friend to ask me for some more broccoli.  While it was irritating, as usual to have him rudely calling "mommy" over and over while I was talking to someone else, thank heaven someone else was there to witness this magical event, because I truly thought my ears were deceiving me.

A quick funny story about my always thinking out of the box tot. Dropped off the kids at Sunday School and walked over to a sad excuse for a Holiday fair/craft show.  Luckily however, there was a baker there selling.. you guessed it... CUPCAKES... baby girls favorite thing on this planet (although she calls them "pupcakes"). After wondering around in sheer boredom for 30 minutes, we decide to leave.  Walk to elevator.

Sidenote: her hands and face are covered in delicious frosting.

I walk over and push the elevator button.  She tries to tell me with her mouth full of cake that she wanted to push it.  At first I couldn't understand her, until she swallowed and repeated herself.  I looked at her mess of a self and said, no honey, your hands are too yucky.  She looked at me, looked at her fingers and then proceeded to stick all four fingers in her mouth in an attempt to "clean them" by sucking on them with her mouth full of cupcake reminants. Seriously.. where does that come from?

Did I let her push the button inside the elevator with her newly cleaned hands?

 I'll never tell.

Tales of a fun busy day

So, it was 5:40 this AM.. but thats ok because I think somehow, sadly, my body is adapted to its new waking time.  I even stayed out til after 10 last night... woot woot...  I think our cat wasn't ready to have her invade his space on our bed however. He scratched the crap out of her face. Yikes. Must reschedule the declawing now that we are for sure keeping the little dude.

Yesterday was a day of great fun!  For once, it was I who wore out my special angel. We were at the mall for 4+ hours together, shopping, having lunch, attending a little Nordy kids party thing.  The mall was insanely crowded, but the energy was amazing.  Together we enjoyed my most favorite lunch of grilled cheese and tomato soup (tom soup as one of my favs calls it).  Found some cute long sleeve dresses for her for the wintertime.  I thought the ones from last year would still fit, and they do, except the sleeves are above her wrist.  Doesn't really bother me much, but apparently it bothers her.... remember, she is the fashionista in the fam.

Two funny notes of our ride home from the mall:

1.  She asked me if she could lay down in her bed when we get home to rest her legs.   She is definitely gonna need to build up some stamina since I am grooming her to be my shopping bud.

2.  She asked me why there is only Christmas music on the radio all the time now.  I told her because it was Christmastime and she said, no its not, its Chanukah. LOL.  While she is correct, there are only so many times one can hear Dreidel Dreidel I suppose.  I love the Holiday music, but we both agreed it is rather annoying.

She only had about 20 minutes to rest because some friends came over to play and have dinner. The girls were playing the dancing game on Kinect.  It is great entertainment for the mommies I tell ya.   I almost felt like I was back in college for a few mintues.  One of my gals who was over flat ironed my hair for me. Seriously, it was hilarious.  The only thing that reminded me of our age was the fact that she was plucking out my grays as they popped up. Now that's a true friend for ya.  And, she helped me pick out my attire for holiday party #1 of the season.

It was in the 30s (degrees) and misty out, yet my neighbors hubby (love him) wanted to WALK to the neighborhood gathering. Um, negative. He must not have read my blog the other day about my refusal to walk in this weather.   Anyhow. the drinks were plentiful, the company was great (except for a few I could have done without), and the food was delish. What is not to like about this time of year.. well, besides the weather. And I stayed up way past my bedtime.

Amazing day.  Thanks to my peeps who shared it with me.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Tales of a Miracle

Baby girl slept til 6:06!!!!!!!!!!! Hip Hip Horray!!  She didn't get to bed til late for her since we had friends over for dinner last night, but in the past that hasn't mattered. What a great way to start our weekend!
Today I am spending a girls day with my middle princess.  Last year when she was still in preschool 4 days a week, Thursdays were our girls days and we had so much fun together!  Now that she is in big girl school, I feel like I hardly see the freaking girl, let alone get to spend alone time with her.  And I miss her. She is everything I ever wanted when I wanted a little girl, and she knows it.  I tell her that everyday. We talked about it last night as I was tucking her into bed and we are both beyond excited. Of course being the budding fashionista that she is, she begged me to take her shopping for clothes.  I repeat, I am not looking forward to when she is 12.

I am still pondering what to do about this school situation. How can we ban homework and excessive pressure??  Can we start a "moms against homework" group?  Although, I won't be doing any picketing in this weather.. that is for sure.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Tales of a FL girl

Holy cold out yesterday!!!  I cannot believe that winter weather is here. Uggg.  Why is the fall always too short??  I love the days of 65, sunny and breezy... and I think we had two of those. I have to say, I absolutely live for the way my kids look all bundled up in their jeans, boots, coats and mittens.  I just want to squeeze them til they pop!  But me, I am not super fond of bundling up.  Typically I just wear a sweater and run into wherever I am going (my mom hates that and always tells me to treat myself like I treat my kids ((meaning bundle up)), but yesterday it was freezing out! 28 degrees in the AM. AND, my kids had walk to school day.  Do you think we walked?  Negative.  I am all about my children getting exercise, but this FL girl was not/will never freeze her tucas off like that. 

And I hate wearing coats.  Probably similiar to why I do not love my children or anyone for that matter hanging all over me.  I need space. Freedom to move around. Looseness. Air. And when I am all wrapped up like pigs in a blanket in a coat and scarf I feel all suffocated.

I will admit, the one thing I did enjoy about yesterday was that after I volunteered in my kids classes, I went to Caribou for a yummy marshmallow hot chocolate.  Total treat for myself, and it was due to the insane chill I had running down my spine all morning. Yes, I've dealt with the winter (mom- i know i should capitalize that but don't care) now for 11 years, but I will always be a beach girl.

OK, I very quickly wanted to mention the documentary I saw last night with a bunch of friends. In the midst of what I am currently going through with my oldest (poor guinea pig as I am sure things will be totally different when the girls roll around to 2nd grade), it was very heart wrenching to hear it from the childrens point of view.  These poor teenagers who are struggling to do the very best they can to get into the very "best" college. The pressure, and stress, the anxiety, the illness, the lack of sleep.. it is just so sad to watch what our society is doing to these kids. And mine are quickly coming down the pike.  I went to bed wanting to write a lot about what I saw and heard last night, but it is so hard to put into words really.  The one thing that struck me the hardest is a beautiful, "popular" (whatever that really means), bright, well rounded 13 year old good who received straight As her entire life got her first F, in 8th grade, in Math (I HATE MATH).. and what did she do about it????????????????  She commited suicide. Seriously.  What a freaking tragedy.  What the hell are we doing to these kids??  Doesn't happiness account for anything anymore????  How can they be happy well adjusted kids with all this stress and pressure to be perfect surrounding them.  It is such a nightmare. And it scares me to death because my son is a bit of a perfectionist in that he wants to do everything correctly and get every answer right, so struggles and cries about it when he is stuck or frustrated.... all at the ripe old age of 7.  Again yesterday, for the 2nd time this week, I had to go in and speak to his teacher about his math homework. 

Someone, someway, somehow... this all needs to change. I'm ready to jump on the bandwagon, you?

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Tales of PMS

I think my middle had her period yesterday.  Obviously not literally, being that she is only 5.  I guess emotionally.  Sometimes she has these days were she is just blah. And weepy. Don't get me wrong- I get blah and weepy but I am not 5.  What in the universe does she have to be blah and weepy about?? And she is not a talker.  I mean, she talks all day long about nonsensical (is that a word) things, but it she is very tight lipped when she is upset about something. I hate it.  I wish she would talk to me, hubby, us about her feelings, but I really think she doesn't understand why she feels sad sometimes.  And it is usually a quick ditty and it is over.  But last night at dinner, her eyes were so teary.  I know she was tired from a long day at school and being shuffled off to cheerleading, but it breaks my heart to see her big beautiful brown eyes have so much weight behind them. After a few minutes of her saying, nothing is wrong-i am fine- she started crying about not playing with her friends on the playground today at school. I asked her about her fav friend in class, she said she was playing with another little girl. Then I mentioned another friend, got same response. So I asked her why she didn't join them, to which she responded a 3rd childs name and not wanting to do what they were playing. Now I am not sure if she was making it up to appease me and/or to get me to stop bugging her, or if she really played by herself for 30 whole minutes for the first time ever.  Either way, this is how I feel about that.

1.  I am SOOOOOOOOO not looking forward to when she is 12. 
2.  I LOVE being by myself.  Alone in my quiet thoughts.. even just for 30 minutes.  Who's with me?  I need to ingrain this into her little being.  There is something quite refreshing about being able to "regroup" a bit.
3. I am seriously in deep ____ when her real period comes.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Tales of a day

The day started out with middle and me sitting at the computer together listening to Taylor Swift "Fairytale".  I heard it on the radio the other day and thought she would like it (of course what was I thinking- she already knew half the words- at all of 5 yrs old).  Today was our anniversary. And, he was actually in town to share it with, although he had to squeeze me into his busy phone call schedule.  But we had a super fun AM together.  Had sitter for baby, hit starbucks, did some holiday shopping, had my fav nordy lunch. all was great.

3pm- big kids home.

Me:  "how was your day?"
Son: "really bad"
Me: "what happened"

Because of his privacy I will not share all the deets with you.  But because I am me and need to vent I will share bits and pieces.   Turns out he didn't do so well on a math something or other. Problem #1.  Then they had a sub bus driver who was mean and nasty and yelled the whole ride home. Problem #2. Then, we couldn't figure out how to do his math homework.  Problem #3. Yes, I said "we" because I do not freaking understand how they are teaching math to kids these days.  It is really annoying. He was getting confused and not making sense and I had no earthly idea what to tell him. Problem #4. Spent the next 30 mintues back at his school with his teacher showing him (me) how to do it- with baby girl in tow. Thank goodness contestant #2 had a playdate.  While I get it now, I do not get the significance of it, nor why they decided to teach it this way instead of the way all of us parents were taught.  Heaven forbid it should be easy to help your child with his homework.  I just feel badly that my son is learning at such a young age that I am not perfect. I thought my mom knew everything and was perfect until very recently (sheltered, perhaps, but I enjoyed it that way).

Speaking of, my awesome mom brought us in sushi for dinner for our anniversry since my son had his first bball practice tonight. I was glad he got to run around and have a good time this evening! He deserved it today.

Girls showered themselves and played cutely together before bed.  I am overjoyed that miss cry myself to sleep was feeling back to herself tonight.  I would have been so upset to miss the nightly routine for multiple nights in a row.  If I remember correctly, the repitore tonight was her yelling at me to get my jammies on (yep, I was still in my day clothes at 7 PM tonight- late for me you know), and then the roll call of who was going to close their eyes and go nite nite too.  The boys being gone at practice threw her off a bit.  Definitely a creature of habit that one. -and unfortunately not all good ones.

So, today was, just a day. Not great, not awful.  Just a day. Glad I have my hubby home tonight.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Tales of Telemarketing

STOP CALLING ME!  Stop calling me during dinner.  Stop calling me during bedtime.  Stop calling me on Sat AM.  STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!!  WTF happened to the damn do not call registry????  Sheesh.  It is enough.  So freakin annoying.  I've actually started having my kids anwser the phone when they call- sure works to make them hang up faster.   I don't have enough time in my 24 hour day to talk on the phone to my own flippin friends, let alone some random stranger trying to sell me crap at the worst time possible. AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

I feel better now.  Moving on.

1.  No crying at bedtime. Why you ask?  That brings me to....
2.  Baby spiked 101.8 fever tonight... I'm blaming it on the "germiest" place on earth.
3.  Kind of missed my nighttime entertainment. (Perhaps because its sad that she doesn't feel well).
4.  Anniversary is tomorrow. Yay us.  80 years and still going strong.. lol. 8... but feels like 80. 
5.  Love you hubby boy.

Tales of craziness

Anyone else scared of their December calendar??  I am just wondering how much we can all cram into one little month.  1/12 of the year. 31 days. really?  Gonna be busy, better start increasing my caffeine intake now.  I sense a lot of nights up past 8:30.

Last night when tucking the angel baby in bed, she screamed, only for a few minutes "Daddy, I need to tell you something", so of course I made him go in and she said, "I tired Daddy, I going nite nite too".  Love the commentary sweetie, but if you could just shut up and go right to sleep we'd all be much happier.

Of course this AM the jerk of a kitty cat that my children absolutely adore and missed horribly while we were away, stood at her door at 4:50 and meowed until she woke up. I swear they both hate me.

A great person told me about a documentary that just came out about how we (crazy parents) are pushing our children too hard in school, in activities, in life... to be the best, to do the most, to be the brightest.. blah blah blah.. pretty much what I mentioned that I despised (yet get caught up in) in a previous post.  Anyhow, I gathered a group of other crazy gals (just kidding) and we are going to view this movie on Thursday night.  I am super excited and think it is going to be a very eye opening experience.  From watching the trailer, it has given me high hopes of changing society and the way we treat and push and compare our kids.  But sadly, I know, it is a fierce cycle that one documentary will never undo.  A girl can dream though, can't she??

In case you are interested, it is offering screenings across the country!  For free!!  Yay free,, gotta love me some free stuff!  Especially this time of year. Whoa, those presents sure do add up don't they?

Here is the link:  Let me know whatcha think.

P.S.  My entire downstairs smells like pine.......... LOVE IT. As crazy as it may be, this really is the most wonderful time of the year.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Tales of Disney World!!

Did you guess it??  We were in Disney for Thanksgiving. We had a fabulous time, however it is super exhausting!!!  I am a huge people watcher, so it was a blast for me to sit down while baby was napping in the stroller and just watch the crowd.  Like I mentioned yesterday, Disney is the "Happiest Place on Earth" which I get because it is truly amazing for all ages, however, it is quite ironic that everyone is frantic running from ride to ride to beat the lines, kids crying, parents arguing, etc.. just made me laugh really.  The happiest place is also a loony bin.   My all time favorite people watching moment was when an adult woman with her children in tow walked by in a shirt that said "I heart my boyfriend" on it- in different colors- all around the entire shirt.  Just had to laugh at that. 

Kids had a blast!  Baby girl (who is right now watching Mickey Mouseclub house, while holding, mickey, minnie, daisy and donald minis in her hand) was in pure heaven. She was in a little bit of shock the first day or so screaming "Dat (that) Mickey right there" but she was an absolute tropper running around everywhere and loving every minute.  I think we might have created more of a Mickey monster in her.. if that is even possible.

Our oldest still is my Disney boy. Doubt he will ever outgrow it. He loved every single minute.  He could have just ridden the Disney bus and the monorail for 4 days and been just as happy. However, he likes to think new things are not going to be fun before we try them and then has a blast.  Have I mentioned that annoys the crap out of me?   I hate having arguments before we get somewhere unfamiliar to him about him not wanting to go, and then him loving it.  I had always heard the Hoop Dee Doo Review was amazing and wanted to try it, so we were on the ferry to get to the campground and he complains that it is going to be boring. I started getting that warm feeling creeping up again that wanted to scream at him, but I held it together, mainly because we were on a very crowded boat and I didn't want to be one of the parents at the happiest place on earth yelling at their child. (Well, at least not in front of anyone) Needless to say he was cracking up the entire time, loved the food and said it was one of his most favorite parts of the whole trip!  I highly reccomend it.   But, why must they assume and complain about every little single thing before trying it????  It really is a drain of time and energy.

Dear Mom,

If I complained about new fun things before trying them and then actually had the very best time and loved it, I apologize.  How annoying I must have been, I mean, if I ever did that.  IF.



My middle princess (who claims to not like the princesses anymore) was super excited to see them and hug them.  She is so fun to watch.  Her face just lights up and it is precious. I have to say, I feel she is at an age where MGM, or whatever they call it now, didn't have to much for her to enjoy.  She hung in and had fun though.. with a little gift shopping help from Super Nanny.   It was priceless to watch all the kids (especially the big two) laughing and playing and spending time together having fun.   What a great break from every day life.

Thanksgiving we had lunch with the princesses in Norway (sounds funny) and then dinner at Chef Mickey.  What a fun and busy day.  I have to say however, I actually missed being home a bit and cooking the turkey and watching the Macy's day parade.  I know, it was me who wanted a break from the traditional T-Day, but I honestly missed it, a lot.  I guess that is was traditions are all about.  I love spending the day with the fam, watching TV (even football) in the warm, yummy smelling house. Cooking with my mom, relaxing, kids playing with visiting family. It used to bother me that it took 5 + hours to prepare a meal that is gobbled down in 10 minutes, but not anymore.   Not planning on missing that one again for a while.  Plus, I missed black friday with my favorite shopping partner. Never again.

Car rides weren't too tortureous. I know you all love my spelling. Kids were great most of the ride, but got a little rowdy after about 5 hours.  Me too.  It's so hard to sit for that long.  Have you ever seen a movie where the family is road tripping together and the baby is being loud (either crying or singing) and the bigger kids in the back seat are laughing and playing loudly, very loudly?  Well, that was us!  We were the Griswalds.   Sure beats spending thousands of $$ on plane rides. Especially now that they practically rape you at the gate.

Enough for now. Must switch loads. 2 down, one to go.

Hope you had a great holiday weekend too!

Saturday, November 27, 2010

tales of a road trip

Yep..we went away for hubby requested I not write that while we were here I am sitting in the car for another 7 hour car ride home. It's a good thing I have plenty of time to organize my thoughts for you to  read. I will leave you with a taste of what's to come. Can you guess where we were?

1. Parents arguing... Everywhere
2. Kids crying
3. Siblings fighting
4. Crowds
5. Long lines
6. Amazing family time
7. Much fun
8. Great memories
9. 500 Pics

I'll post tonight or tomorrow during my 5 loads of laundry. I missed you. Hope you missed me too!

Monday, November 22, 2010

Tales of Eating

Ever had one of those days where all you do is eat?  Please say yes, please say yes. I do not want to be alone in this one. Anyway, today is that day for me.  Maybe I am storing up for the winter, or trying to stretch my belly for the holiday meals ahead, I do not know what it is,  but I just can't stop.  Good n Plenty, crackers, carrots, lollipops, caramel popcorn, cheese, to just name a few.  I am literally standing either in front of the fridge or in front of the pantry- staring in to carefully choose my next edible victim.   Sheesh, I need my kids to come home from school and save me from the kitchen!!!!  HELP!!!!!

On a more serious note, one of my best friends moms had a heart attack last night. 

1.  Please keep her and her family in your prayers
2.  Please keep in mind how delicate and precious life is
3.  Please be thankful every moment for the good things in your life and try not to dwell on the bad (much   easier said than done, but so very important).

So obviously, without needing to be said, today I am thankful for the health of my family and friends.  I am also thankful for the doctors and nurses taking care of my friends mom.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Tales of a 2 year old dictator

The little control freak has turned into a dictator.  Once again, I just tucked her in and the night time entertainment has begun.

"Mommy go put your jammies on".  "Mommy you go put your jammies on now!"  (about 20 times). Seriously, who does she think she is telling me when to get my jammies on. Truth is, I typically have my jammies on already when I do tuck her in, so I guess she called me out on it, but it still cracks me up.

Now she has moved on to saying:

"Mommy you going potty?  No?  Me either, I going back to sleep".
"Daddy you going potty?  No?  Me either, I going back to sleep".
"Kitty cat....etc..."

Wow, silence already.. impressive little darling.

My thanks for today:

1.  my big kids not caring about #3 being a dictator
2.  another beautiful day with my fam
3.  great chinese food
4.  my middle looking so damn cute in her first pair of jeans ever!!

Tales of an apology

Dear Baby girl,

I just realized that I haven't brushed your teeth in a while. Since you are the 3rd (and your siblings do this themselves), I tend to overlook these tasks at times.  I am aware that this means you will likely have poor dental hygiene and high dental bills in your lifetime. I am apologizing in advance.  I would like to tell you that I will do a better job at it, but I don't want to lie. 



Saturday, November 20, 2010

Tales of more Thanks

Just remembered before I doze off (it is 8:59, gonna turn into a pumpkin soon) that I hadn't written my thanks for today.

1.  I am thankful everyday for the health of my family.
2.  another amazing carolina blue day
3.  thankful for the mall. i know it seems trivial, but just walking around, not even buying much, just relaxes me (i know who you are, laughing at me for admitting this in public).
4. thankful for the movie we watched tonight with friends that made us all laugh our asses off. "She's out of my league".  I love laugh out loud movies.
5. thankful that my mom babysat- nice to get a break from the nighttime crying ritual.

shoot, it's 9:03.. missing precious sleep time. gotta run.

Tales of a Loser

STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. Pah-leaze!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  4:57 on at Saturday AM is just not ok.  I am about to lose my effing mind over this now.  Yes, it is fun to write about, and I am sure fun for you all to read, but it is not fun for me to be the only one up on the entire east coast every single day. Exaggreation?  perhaps? but that is how I feel every morning.  Especially because for some damn reason my hubby can easily fall back to sleep and I CAN NOT.  I am doing all I can right now to make him suffer as much as I am.  Her screaming (5:32), the glow of my laptop lighting the room, the click click of my typing, kitten is running circles around the room, and yet he is still asleep.

Well, was. Just caved.  Sent him in.  Control freak said as he opened her door "I'm calling mommy".  I really could not make this stuff up if I tried.  She is really something. The other day she was singing loudly in the car to her doll and I asked her to stop and she said, "I not talking you, mommy. I talking to dhis (this)". -as she holds up tinkerbell. Really? Where does she come up with this?  I mean, clearly she does not get it from hearing the way I talk to her siblings?  No, no way.  I am much nicer to them than that. I think. Aren't I?  Hmmmm. She must just be advanced.  Not only because of that.  Because she has managed to need her diaper changed already three times in the past.. um.... 46 minutes she has been up. One wet. Two poop.  Talk about control.

So, are you still wondering where the title of this blog is leading me?  It is leading you to me. The loser.  At least that is how I feel.  Or as one friend so delicately put it this week (love her anyway) "the grandma".  Being that I am up at the butt crack of dawn daily.  OMG.. tangent.  I was checking my FB page the other day because my hubby posted our fam pics on there and I scrolled down for a min to check and see what is going on with my peeps.  And I almost peed in my pants.  A friend from high school had an unfortunate experience with her plumber, perhaps a "viewing" if you will. and she called it his "coinslot". I laughed so hard I almost cried.  I have never heard someone use that term and I love it!

Ok, so back to being the only one up at the butt crack of dawn.  I am seriously physcially and emotionally drained by 5 PM every day. That is after being up for 12 hours.  I push on through the bedtime rituals, would never trust hubby to do it all by his self when he is home. Noo.. I need to do it. The children might combust if they go to bed 3  & 1/2 minutes late. Enter control freak.

There are so many things I want to do in the evening hours.  Go to target, run out for coffee, walk the mall, go see a movie.  I have these grandoise ideas at about 3 PM (ironically right around the time my babies get off the bus). Ha, dreaming of leaving the house.. such a surprise.  But, by the time I have done the aforementioned 3-7:30 time period of the day, I am spent.  There is just nothing left.  My legs are achy and I just want to crawl into bed and chill. So pathetic, right?  So sad.  You can feel bad for me now.  I do.  I also feel bad for my friends who invite me week after week out for a drink.  Out for coffee. Out to a movie.  My answer is always the same.  "I'm too tired".  Don't get me wrong, I always do it for a special occasion (have to drink caffeine at 4pm to muster up the energy), or if I feel that I've had a few good nights sleep in a row and can therefore can afford to lose a few hours. But on the whole, I am a loser.  I say no.  I think in my head, if  I go out tonight, I will not get home until at least 10.  Then my body will be too awake for me to fall asleep.  So I really won't go to sleep til almost midnight. Therefore losing at least 3 hours of REM activity. I need my precious sleep.  Mainly so I am not a roaring bitch at my kids the next day.  And because of this.  I know (strongly hope) these days of 5 AM wake ups will come to an end.  Some day.  Some month. Some year... I do not know when, but I know it will.  And when it does, I am free to move about the cabin. No, seriously, I can resume my night life.  LMAO. Like I have a nighlife??  That even made me laugh.  

So, I'll settle for being a loser for now.  Not forever. For now. I just hope my friends are still going to invite me out when the time for me to have a social life rolls around again.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Tales of Nada

I got nuttin. It's Friday. Long week. Not much to say. Same old same old.  I did however remember to think about what I am thankful for today.

1.  Kids night out at big kids school. (they are there 6-9pm tonight.. dinner, dj, games and fun).  Very thankful for that. Baby didn't pass as an elementary school student, stinks.  2 out of 3 not bad i suppose.

2. Thankful for the great weather today.

3. Thankful that hubby is giving baby girl a shower.

4. TGIF!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Tales of Thanks and Fun

Dear older generation of readers (aka. my family members)

Sorry you do not like the cursing.  I will try to keep it to a minimum... but cannot promise anything.



p.s.  you can always stop reading

And moving on.

Why do we only take note of what we are thankful for around Thanksgiving time?  Aren't we always thankful?  Today I was very thankful for my amazing momma.  I had plans (yep, actually had a whole 4 hour time period blocked off today to spend with one of my favorite friends) and my babysitter called at 7:30 AM to cancel on me. Of course, right?  I hardly ever have "plans", especially not during the daytime hours. Usually I spend my babysitting time volunteering at school, exercising (rare), or running errands.. yes, squeezing in an occasional lunch with friends.  So, again, the odds were against me that the one day I had real plans, as in a paid ticket for an event and a great friend who took the day off of work to spend with me, my sitter cancels. Crap.

I started to get that warm feeling creeping up inside of me.  Cancelling was not an option. I would not allow it. I immediately hung up and called my momma. I knew that if she didn't have any big plans herself she would jump in and spend the AM with my sweet lovey girl. Yes, there are times when she can't and yes I HATE those times, but not today!  Hip Hip Horray. An hour and a half later (after her 14 step get ready morning routine) she was over.   We can call it "helping me out", but I know deep down inside she loves spending time with my little yum yum.  I am always thankful for the awesome, loving and supportive mom I have, but wanted to give her a shout out for today!  You rock.  And, I love you. A lot.

1.  All kids in bed.
2.  Called friend to see if she wanted to hear the night time entertainment again. 
3.  Baby only cried 15 min tonight. Lame. (LOL)

Obviously, as I just mentioned I am thankful for my mom. My hubby and my HEALTHY and happy little gems.  I am also thankful for good friends, which I have learned (am still in the process of learning) are very hard to come by. . Besides that, nothing else matters. Having a awesome family and fab friends are all a girl can ask for in life. Everything else is just surplus.

I am going to try to think of something I am thankful for everyday from now until Thanksgiving and jot it down on here.  Note: I may/probably will forget one day.. or two... but am going to try.

A brief snipit of my day because it is 7:55 and I am exhausted.  This is hour 15 of the day for me to be awake.

I had a great day!  Boy, was I due for it.  I must admit, not having a lot of free time really makes me enjoy when I do have it.  I almost felt spoiled taking that long just for me (minus a few phone calls and texts from hubby).  I spent the day at a Christmas Show.  My 2nd year going and it was 4 hours of shopping and laughing and eating and making memories.  I just love the holiday time. I always have.  Don't you? No matter what faith you believe in, it is pure bliss. The crowds, the energy, the sights and smells, the sounds of people having good fun. 

Tired. Rambling, Mediocre post. Must sleep.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Tales of Nonsense

It is a damn good thing you can not hear things through the computer.  Trust me, it is sparing you.. although, it is quite entertaining and sad at the same time.  Mean, maybe?  But I've got to look at the bright side of this whole sleeping shitty-ness.

My angel girl is seriously screaming at the top of her lungs (while laying down- I can see on the video monitor). First she was taking roll call... mommy close her eyes and go nite nite, daddy close his eyes and go nite nite, brother close his eyes and go nite nite.. you get the point.  Then she moved on to screaming, I'M TIRED MOMMY. I'm tired.  I go close my eyes and go nite nite too, no crying.  Um, excuse me dear little one, how can you say no crying when you are SCREAMING at the top of your freakin tiny little lungs.  And then, for her final performance of the evening. My personal fav, let's call it the encore if you will.  She sang every single song I sing to her before bed, every single word, all at the top of her lungs, while crying. Twinkle, ABCD, Bah-Bah black sheep and you are my sunshine.  Bravo little one.  I am standing in applause.  What an excellent show you put on. You not only made mommy laugh til she cried (and actually the friend mommy was on the phone with too), you finally made yourself pass out.  27 minutes after I left the room.   Mazel Tov.

Did I tell you that my husband travels?  Well, he does.  However, this week he is home.  Unexpectedly, but home. I am squealing with delight for having the extra set of hands around.  Enter sarcasm. Oh, so speaking of.  Yesterday was a crazy day with the drs appt and skate night and rushing and schleping and annoying check out people and rain.  Did I mention it rained yesterday? So, I somehow happened to forget to fold the load of laundry in the dryer.  I just cannnot imagine how on earth I would forget such a fun and energy inspiring task. But, I did.

Well, this AM after I got 4 people dressed (myself included), dished out vitamins, starting inquiring about breakfast (s), made lunches, packed backpacks and knocked back my cup of coffee, I remembered the wrinkled mess that was waiting for me in the dryer.  I asked my dear loving hubby (since he is actually here) to be useful for a few minutes. All I said was, "Can you get them breakfast while I run upstairs to fold the laundry".   I grab the phone (because god forbid I am not connected to someone at the time of doing such a mundane household chore).  Head upstairs, dail phone, open dryer, fold sons brown sweatpants, reach into dryer to collect another article of fresh laundry, and then I hear "Can you come downstairs?  I need your help.  I just sliced my finger open tyring to cut a bagel". WTF??  Really?  Really?  It's not like I was out getting a massage, I was trying to fold a fucking load of laundry, but nooooooooooo.  I was needed. What else is new.
So, of course I hang up and run downstairs.

Problem #1.  I do not like to be interrupted on the phone. ever.
Problem #2.  I do not like being held up on crappy household chores when I finally decide (aka remember to do them).
Problem #3.  It seems as if that even when hubby is home, I still end up doing the morning routine myself- probably because I do it better and faster anyway.

K, I am not lying, but I went downstairs and found my hubby curled up on the couch like he just got his period. It's gushing and throbbing he says.  Do we have band aids?   Love him, love him to death (mostly for still loving me through this whole blogging catharsis situation I am going through).  On the plus side- all this nonsense makes me laugh. Otherwise I think I'd cry.

The Outcome of Tales of Picture Perfect

Tales of Control.. or lack there of

Not even sure how I slept at all last night.  Nope, not because of annoying bad sleeper child.  I was so distraught yesterday (wow, isn't it great that I admitted twice in the past week that I had a sucky day).. see people, it is easy to actually admit to yourself and to others how you are really feeling some days.  Try it. sometime. Then report back to me.

I notice that I start writing and then I go off on these random tangents. I think that is how I talk to friends too.  Jumping from topic to topic. I would apologize for confusing you, but I am not going to.  You'll just have to keep up.

Ok, so back to me not being sure how I even slept at all last night.  I was drowning my day in blondie brownies that a friend had made for me, and chocolate chip cookies from another friend (and you call yourselves friends???) and so I actually think that my chocolate consumption ended up higher than my regular food consumption for the day.   Those who know me know I am not a chocoholic.  I rarely eat a candy bar.  Would rather eat twizzlers, swedish fish, tootsie rolls, blah blah blah.  So, with all that chocolate laced caffeine in my bloodstream, I am surprised I survived the night at all.  I did stay up til 10PM in which I am typically already in my 3rd REM state.  Yes, I am a loser.  I go to sleep at 8 or 9, but remember I have to be up at 5 (at the latest) every damn day.

And just to ease your mind, I am watching Martian Mickey as I type. Well, I'm not.. but you get the idea.  Shit, I just realized that baby is holding the kitten. Whoops. Not up for mom of the year, huh?  And no, still haven't made a decision.

Going back to the genetics conversation from the other day. Recall, all my days run together so I don't remember exactly which day I talked aobut it and therefore cannot direct you back to it. 

I am a control freak. It is genetic. I am learning that my tot is a control freak.  It is genetic. I am quite concerned that it is rearing it's ugly head at the ripe old age of 2. I am quite convinced that her teenage years are not going to be pretty. 

Below I will list some recent examples of her control freakishness (yes, I take great pride in making up my own words).

1.  screaming from her crib this AM after I went in and told her to shut up (ish). "I do not want to go back to sleep" and then again, louder, "I DO NOT WANT TO GO BACK TO SLEEP MOMMY". (repeat 50 X)

2. While getting dressed yesterday, "I just weared this one.  I just weared this clothes mommy. No wear this today".

3. No do my hair. No eat that. No get in car. No like this show. NO, NO, NO. Don't want to, Don't want to, DON'T WANT TO.

Guess I should be thankful that I do not have to worry about anyone pushing her around in her life.  Although, I'd like to, at least a little bit.  Why, because I am a control freak.

And in reference to why she wins- isn't there some saying that the loudest one wins?  Or is it is last one standing? whichever.. clearly in my life it is her. And not me.

Dear Hubby,

You may want to get an apartment for our boy and you when our girls are the ages 11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18.

Will miss you,

love me.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Tales of the Unexpected Part 2

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!  yep. that is how much of my day went.  In case you didn't hear me through your computer... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! 

1.  It was raining and blech out
2. The check out people in certain of my favorite retails establishments happen to annoy the crap out of me. 
    What part of if they stop talking to me so much and atcually do their job, they will check me out faster and therefore I will not have that warm feeling creeping up inside of me that makes me want to spit fire out of my mouth at them.
3. It was raining.  People drive like complete shit in the rain.  Phew, I feel so much better.  Finally got my first curse out on here.  Ah, plenty more to come.
4.  Ok, here comes the highlight people.  Sidenote: If you didn't read yesterdays blog, STOP RIGHT HERE.  Stop and scroll down to yesterday and then come back.  I'll give you a minute.. wait, no I won't.. you should have read yesterdays, YESTERDAY.

Took oldest cutie boy to the ENT/allergist today to follow up on some unexpected issues that arose with him last week (Friday.. my sucky day). Well, guess what folks.  Yep, you guessed it.  Contestant #1 is also.. drum roll please... allergic to cats.  What are the freakin odds of that????????????  Seriously, seriously.  I just do not get it.  All I was TRYING to do was be a good mommy by getting the little people in my life a pet.  Shit, how did this all turn around and make me feel like the bad and guilty one.  What do I do???????  I know my brain (and my ENT) told me we need to give him away, but my heart cannot face that.  My heart cannot tell my middle this.  My heart will be lonely all the days and nights and weeks and months and years ahead that I spend at night alone when hubby is MIA.

Both their allergies to cats are mild, and more evident in the drippy-ness of the baby, but I am so tempted to keep him.  Make them suffer though????  Is that wrong?  I know they want him and love him, but I don't want them to feel sick all the time. Ug, such a predicament. I mean, what a flipping bummer. Still not sure what to do- looking into options.  Would LOVE some suggestions. Anyone deal with this scenario before?  HELP!!!!

HUGE and very IMPORTANT SIDENOTE:  Please learn from my mistakes.  If you take away nothing else from my ramblings every day please remember this. If you happen to feel the burning desire to bring a cuddly, loveable and fun pet into your family life.. please please please have your children allergy tested first.  Hindsight is a bitch and I know there was no predicting this mess, but it is a sucky one to be in and I'd hate for you to be in it one day as well.

5.  It is still fucking raining. And now thundering too.

Sidenote #2- sorry I have such a potty mouth tonight.. its been a rough day.

Tales of the Unexpected

OMG!!!  I just got a strange phone call.  Almost so strange that I thought there was an imposter on the other end of the line.  Could it really be my hubby?  Was it true?  Yes, yes, it was!  He was calling to inform me of good (rare) news. He business trip this week was cancelled.  No dear friends, you did not read this wrong.  I said cancelled.  A whole week of him here.  Yahoo!!!!!!!  I am still in disbelief.  Something else may come up between now and then but I wanted to share my tale of fortune with you. 

To those of you who are jealous, sorry.  I would be too.

Tales of constant caving in

Seriously, it's enough.  I just don't get what she doesn't understand?  Why does she not like to sleep? And she is starting new bad habits. The crying for 45 min in her crib at night before she falls asleep is almost like nails on a chalkboard to me.

Yep, it's 5:37 AM, and here I am, writing to all of you. I suppose you can all thank her, because I doubt I would have the time in my day to do this if she weren't such a crappy sleeper. But, she started in at 5:10. Went in, checked her.  Decided to let her cry. But at 5:25 my hubby reminded me that our middle was out late last night at GirlScouts and they have Skate Night tonight for a school fundraiser, so it probably not best to have her scream today and wake the entire family.  AKA: Cave in.

And it is ok-ish to cave in when I have his help.  But on the days he is away.  I just cannot do it.  First of all, once our kitten hears her crying, he is up for the day!  Maybe they are in cahoots with one another. And I know I totally mispelled that because I have absolutely no earthly idea how to spell it and the thought of you "editor friends of mine" reading this and cringing is making me smile.

So, when I am here alone in the deep dark morning time, I cannot bring baby doll into our bed because I have an I've been cooped up and quiet for 10 hours 14 week old kitten running around my room at 100 mph. I mean, I can bring her in here.. but any hope of her laying in my bed and going back to sleep is not an option.  Yes you wonder, why don't I kick the cat out of the room?  Well. I'll tell you.. he is an unusual little dude. Whereas most cats, including the one we parented (lol.. can you call it that) prior to having kids didn't really hang around us that much. But this one, is like white on rice with us.  He loves to be held and loves to be near the action.  Which is GREAT for the kids, because they love him around. However, when I've tried to lock him out of our room to get her back to sleep, he just cries at the door... again, another issue with the other two trying to sleep.  And its not his fault.. she is the one who gets him all hyped up into thinking its time to be awake!  And so, I cannot do it when he is away.  I am constantly caving in, which is why I know in my heart that this sleeping situation, or lack of, is not going to end until she is 18.    Hope she gets a crappy sleeper college roomie, otherwise they will not get along very well.

Caving topic #2. 

My son has always wanted a cat. Do not ask me where he decided that from because I have no clue. My friends with cats always told me upon picking him up from playdates that he played with/pet the cat half of his time in their home.   However, we had a cat, pumpkin, for a few years before we had kids. He was an orange tabby cat and we loved him.  But, when our oldest came along, he wasn't too thrilled.  And it scared the crap out of me. Pumpkin was a biter, (our fault? bad cat parenting?) and every time he heard the baby cry would jump into the pack-n-play and I couldn't handle it.  It stressed me to know end. 

1.  Baby cried incessantly for 12 weeks until Zantac.
2.  Couldn't leave baby and cat in same room to go pee.
3. Adjusting to being a new mom was hard enough with a baby who cried ALL THE TIME....

therefore, we had to find a new home for pumpkin. Sigh.

Fast forward to present day.  Decided that it would be good for the kids if we got a kitten.  They asked daily, as I am sure you other non-pet owning parents kids do.  I am going to admit here that hubby was strongly against it.  But, oldest was having some issues adjusting to school this year and I wanted something to take his mind off of that when he was at home (other than the 15+ hours a week we are home doing homework).  I've heard of pet therapy, and I thought it would be good for him.  Hubby is mildly allergic to cats, so wasn't to keen on the whole idea, but mommy reminded him that he is never in town anyway and mommy always wins so enter kitten.  (This is 2nd kitten because first one was long haired and did bother hubby).  We had first kitten for all of 12 hours and middle child almost vomitted from crying so hard when we told her she had to go b/c of daddy's allergies.  Yes, trying to get to the point.

Last week we found out baby girl is allergic too.  And it is obvious that hers is a more severe allergy because she has had a drippy nose for 8 weeks (got him ironically 8 weeks ago) and red, itchy eyes. Getting oldest tested today because of some issues he had last week, and will therefore most likely result in parting ways again, with another cat.  Anyone want a cute, great to be around kitten??

So, once again, my caving in and getting the kids a kitten against strong resistance from dear hubby, has gotten me into trouble.  They all love him, especially the girls, and it is not going to be a pretty parting. If middle child had an issue after our having one for 12 hours, I can just imagine what 8 weeks is going to do to her. I've already mentioned that we may have to get rid of him due to her sisters allergies the look I got was one of, why can't we keep cat and get rid of sister.  I am sure that will not be the last time she will be choosing to get rid of sister.

One of the first things my son said when we surprised them with the 2nd kitten was "I am so excited that I can check off, yes, I have a pet" next year when I fill out school questionnaires. Umm, yeah, that's not looking likely honey.  Ever. In your future. In our house.  Being that baby is allergic to cats and dogs, and looking at our track record with bringing home and giving away cats (we will be 3 for 3 soon), I think our pet owning family days are coming to an end.

Unless I cave again.