Finally its Saturday, I get to sleep in, and I get to stay in my jammies!
Poor Bow felt pretty bad last night. But once he got to sleep he was out like a light. Rayley was a little harder, she would be sitting there and then all of a sudden she would grab her head and say, "oh God, I think I am having an aneurysm! Someone get me one of those brain things, my migraine is coming back!!
For those of you not familiar with Rayleyese, a "brain thing" is one of those cool pads that you stick to your child’s forehead.
After assuring her that she didn’t have an aneurysm, or a migraine, and possibly not much of a brain, I convinced her that her Tylenol would work. Just to give it a little while.
She ended up falling asleep with Brett. Matt was already gone. He had gotten mad at me about something earlier in the night, a few hours later I realized there hadn’t been a major fist fight in a few hours so I went looking for him. Come to find out he had went to sleep around 6:30. WOW! Maybe I should tick him off more often!
Anyway, back to my "sleeping" it lasted till 7. And there was Matt, asking if he could watch TV. I told him yes, he could turn on the TV. 4 minutes later he was back, asking how to spell the name of some show so he could find it on the Guide.
I think he came back a few more times, but by 7:30 I was up. He had awakened Bow. I came in here and it seems he had also awoken Brett. Rayley followed quickly thereafter and the day was started. Everyone wanted oatmeal and that was fine with me! Then they went off to play; All of a sudden Matt comes running in the room hollering about needing to know if there is gona be 6 more weeks of winter. I was confused. So he gets exasperated and just says, PLEASE turn it on headline news so I can see if he saw his shadow..
AHHHHHHHHHH I get it!
So there my rowdy, rude, and never still children sit, wanting to know if Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow. They are watching the news! LOL
They even have the nerve to shush Bow and I. Well before I can wallow in my newfound glow of peace the cease-fire ends. I am not sure who hit who; it was another blow delivered by the invisible ‘random hitter’ as I have named him/her/it. Because my kids swear none of them did it to each other.. It was the little imp aptly named ‘wasn’t me’, that moves in with families with more than one child and starts crap when its otherwise quiet and still. Just to try and get someone in trouble. He is kin to Santa and the Tooth fairy but was kicked out of the union.
The day was a typical weekend day, The door slammed at least 18 times, there were 6 fights and Rayley changed clothes 4 times. There were 2 drinks spilled on the floor, I re-fed each child twice, it was SOMEONE ELES turn to clean the litter box, (someone else is also kinned to ‘wasn’t me’, Santa and the toothfairy, but instead of doing nice things for kids, or getting them in trouble, he gets all the chores. And NEVER finishes them). Then at 9 my mom called, can she have the kids for the night?
I will admit, I really didn’t want them to go. Brett had been in trouble at school, and come to find out, so had Matt, and Rayley had whined all morning. I felt that letting them have a sleepover was a reward they didn’t deserve, (you thought I just would miss them too much… ), But I also felt guilty cause they hadn’t been over there in a while, and honestly, I needed a break before I had an aneurysm.. So I said yes. So since 10 am it’s been me dealing with a pitiful baby boy. I have literally not been able to put him down. When I do get him to sleep it’s a power nap of 5 minutes or less just so he has enough energy to open his eyes. If I do feel confidant he is asleep and try to put him down he wakes right up. Even if he sounds like a chainsaw before I try.
So even without a house full of kids I have only managed to get 3 of my 8 loads of laundry done, minimal picking up, and NO ME TIME!
Plus I am tired.
On the upside, there is no fights, no "BUT MOM" and except for the 12 dirty diapers, no messes! Since Hubby is at work, it’s MY TV, MY computer and MY supper. I get to eat what I want, where I want and when I want!
I should sit and pay some bills, make some calls. But I think I will play with the baby, get him good and tired and take a shower. One of those where you get to wash your hair AND shave your legs.. and do it BEFORE midnight! (that’s when I usually get a shower.) I am not going to push my luck and take a candle lit bubble bath. I might fall asleep and drown.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
I am done for the week!
TGIOF!
No I didnt spell that wrong, it stands for Thank GOD its only FOUR!
I had a FUN FILLED day!
This time I had set the alarm for the more appropriate time of 5:40. Just enough for 2 snoozes.
The kids did get up and dressed pretty well this morning. They do that sometimes. There was only one fight. And everyone left with all their correct clothes. I did have to tell Matt to put his boots on the right feet. He always puts them on the wrong feet (HIA strikes again!) at least he did have on a left and a right. Since he and his brother both have the same exact boots he will grab one of Brett's sometimes.
Since I had another PTA day I got up, got ready and got Rayley and Bow dressed. I even managed to squeeze into a pair of pre-pregnancy pants that weren’t low waisted. I have been wearing 2 pair of my pre-pregnancy pants for about a month now, but both were big on me before I got pregnant and both are lowrise.. These were a little tight in the waist, but I thought I could handle it. I even decided to go all out and wear my fat baby’s today. I wore them about 20 minutes while I finished getting ready and dressing the heathens, then went back to my trusty crocs. I decided the jeans were enough of an accomplishment for one day! Rayley wanted to go to Daycare where my mother in law works. This is a real treat for her so I was more than happy to drop her off there instead of deal with her at the school.
We got done what we wanted to get done and made a decent profit off the FRIDAY store today. This is a great little fundraiser. We only do it once a month so it also doesn’t get old or boring.
Since Brett had gotten in trouble in class yesterday I also wanted to speak to his teacher. I saw her standing at the end of the hall and he didn’t know I was around. I start that way and guess who comes out of the bathroom acting like a drunken college kid? YEP! Boy was he suprised to see me!! After speaking with his teacher and telling her to let me know if he acted up anymore he seemed to straiten up.
Of course as I was leaving a friends son saw me in the hall and since he had made Bulldog of the week I was congratulating him. And he told me that he and Brett hardly ever get to play at recess but Brett told him that lunch detention was fun…
Hmmmmmm, first I had heard of the lunch detention… I can’t wait to hear the story behind that and who’s to blame.
I did snag one of the lunch room teachers and was sure to let her know that anytime he steps out of line to feel free to nudge him back ;).
Then I was off to the Dr.’s office with Bow and Rayley. I knew I was in for a treat, first of all, who wants to sit with a 3-year-old and a 2-month-old in a Dr. office for 4 hours? ‘Specially when your pants are cuttin you in half. Second, I first had to fetch Rayley from her most favorite place on earth. When I got there the whole place was quiet and I realized it was nap time.. Before it dawned on me that my dear princess doesn’t take naps I had a sinking feeling about dealing with a sleepy toddler and a whiney 2 month old in pants 3 sizes too small a Dr.’s office for 5 hours. (Yes I get a little dramatic when I see my day going to hell in a handbasket..)
THEN I heard this sound. Beethoven it wasn’t.. It sounded more like a strung out rockstar pounding away on an out of tune piano. I had found my girl! While the rest of the daycare sleeps in absolute bliss, my dear child gets to write her own symphonies.
Once I had the budding musician rounded up and explained I needed her help, she came with a little fussing.
But she insisted on being carried. So I toted her and Bow back to the truck and when we got to the Dr office she was still unable to walk. I was toteing her and the baby, a diaper bag and trying to figure out how I was going to fill out the required paperwork when the door opened and there was my savior! My cousin and his wife were there too! I had instant babysitters! (You gotta love family!)
The wait wasn’t too long, maybe 45 minutes. Not bad.. I might can handle this. I started hinting to 'spoilt one' that she would be getting shots too. Of course by now Bow got hungry, so right about the time I got him to start feeding they called our names! Back we go to get all weighed and measured. She weighs in at 33 pounds. Bow at 12.10. Not bad.
And they take us strait back to a room… This is starting too look a lot like a quick Dr visit!! WHOO-HOO!
After about 30 minutes I decided to feed Bow again cause he was getting fussy, and Rayley was starting to get antsy. She couldn’t sit still and had asked me 1,000 questions already. Plus I needed to take my mind off the numbing pain of these pants that are somehow shrinking. 4 minutes later, the Dr walked in. 15 minutes and he declares them Healthy and as normal as can be expected. Now all that’s left is the shots.
Have you ever tried to keep a 3-year-old happy in a bare room for 30 minutes? Well after 45 I decided to feed Bow again. It worked the first 2 times, maybe Murphy has someone else to pick on today!!
Once Bow was fed, burped, and rediapered, and Rayley was in danger of being shoved in a cabinet, I was about to go crazy. On top of a baby that couldn’t get comfortable and go to sleep, a 3 year old that couldn’t, wouldn’t and didn’t get still or quiet and pants that were on the verge of making me loose blood supply to my legs, I needed to find a bathroom. I finally opened the door and waited on someone to walk by. I was just about to call the receptionist on my cell phone and ask her to send a search party to find me in the rat maze they call a Dr office. If nothing else I needed out of the room. I had heard Rayley’s rendition of ROCKSTAR by Nickleback about as much as I could handle for one day. Murphy had returned, and this time he brought FRIENDS!
Well the nurse showed up, and had more shots than I had ever seen. 4 for the baby and 7 for Rayley. We had missed her last dosing and she was having to get a few extra.. One in each arm and each leg. Plus a few more for fun.
Now I am not one that gets squeamish when their kids get shots. I don’t ‘feel the pain’ for them. I don’t cry. I just marvel at the fact that its illegal in some places for me to whip my children, and yet the medical community can not come up with something less torturous than multiple needles shooting burning medicines into your already tense muscles.
Now bless this nurse, she had a mighty big test coming, but when she asked me which child first, I almost died laughing. Like I am gonna let the one that can walk, talk, scream, and cry see the baby get a shot first. I really hope today is NOT her first day…
I had psyched Rayley up for this, so she sat up there like a big girl and I tried to get her attention on the other side. The nice young nurse poked in the shot and Rayley jerked away. She didn’t even shoot in the meds yet. Rayley said " you TOLD ME it would only be a pinch. that was NOT a pinch!"
I told her to go and get someone to hold Bow and I would hold down the peitite little angel on the table.
Out she went.
She came back with another nurse and the fight was on. This is a 3 foot tall child that weighs only slightly more than a 2 month old. BUT DAMN IT she can fight. Legs and arms and kicking and screaming. I had Bow in one arm, one holding down a leg, or an arm, and there were two more grown women sitting on her. There was no talking to her, she was upset, hurting and beyond consoling. We just had to hold her down and get it over with. 2 shots down and 5 to go. Next arm, This time she got mad. And mad hellcat is MUCH worse than scared Hellcat.
I promise.
We wrassled, we soothed, and we soldiered on. A nurse almost got her next shot. And I think someone almost got bit. For the other shots we went for the legs. This involoves the nurse pulling down her pants and then holding her arms and sissoring her legs between her own while the other slaps in the needle. I am thinking this child has a future in the UFC. She is slippery as a greased pig and mean as a bear with a thorn in its paw. I was still one handed so I was holding an arm. Come to find out it was the nurses. After a few near misses when she would get her hands loose, the deed was done.
I learned a few things during this fight for dominance. One, a dum dum fixes everything. Two, she holds a mean grudge. Three, NEVER let her wear cowboy boots to the Dr office again. Four, Tight jeans become MUCH tighter after 10 hours, and sitting makes it MUCH worse. Plus a full bladder will add many inches to your waist. And last but not least, next time her brothers are being mean to her I am going to tell them to pretend to give her a shot. It will put an end to them picking her.
To help her calm down and since she wanted to be held, I asked her to hold Bow’s hand while he got his shots. She leaned over and told him "Don’t belive them when they say it wont hurt Bow, they are lieing, But the sucker is good"
When the nurse was walking out she told Rayley she was sorry about the shots. Rayley just looked at her , flipped her hair and said " If you were sorry you would have stopped when I told you to."
I managed to beat my Mother in Law back to my house for her to drop off the kids. She asked if they could come over and play for a while and I said yes, but they needed to take off their nice boots and shoes. Then I looked down and low and behold, Matt had them on the wrong feet. I swear my kids teachers probebly think I don’t pay any attention to how they look in the mornings! Of course as I was walking away shaking my head I happen to look down and my inside cat has one eye swollen shut and that entire side of her face is swole up. The only things that come to mind are snake bites and spider bites that can cause that kind of swellin. Since this is an inside cat I am a little apprehensive about walking around barefoot!
Right now all 3 of the older ones are at my Mother in Laws and I am enjoying the quiet. I have taken off the offending jeans, hid them deep in my closet and put on my PJ's. They will be home soon, and the weekend will start. A weekend with 2 kids running the "up to 101 temp" with sore arms and legs, and general crankyness. Bow is already fussy and getting kinda warm… This should be a blast, I cant wait!!
No I didnt spell that wrong, it stands for Thank GOD its only FOUR!
I had a FUN FILLED day!
This time I had set the alarm for the more appropriate time of 5:40. Just enough for 2 snoozes.
The kids did get up and dressed pretty well this morning. They do that sometimes. There was only one fight. And everyone left with all their correct clothes. I did have to tell Matt to put his boots on the right feet. He always puts them on the wrong feet (HIA strikes again!) at least he did have on a left and a right. Since he and his brother both have the same exact boots he will grab one of Brett's sometimes.
Since I had another PTA day I got up, got ready and got Rayley and Bow dressed. I even managed to squeeze into a pair of pre-pregnancy pants that weren’t low waisted. I have been wearing 2 pair of my pre-pregnancy pants for about a month now, but both were big on me before I got pregnant and both are lowrise.. These were a little tight in the waist, but I thought I could handle it. I even decided to go all out and wear my fat baby’s today. I wore them about 20 minutes while I finished getting ready and dressing the heathens, then went back to my trusty crocs. I decided the jeans were enough of an accomplishment for one day! Rayley wanted to go to Daycare where my mother in law works. This is a real treat for her so I was more than happy to drop her off there instead of deal with her at the school.
We got done what we wanted to get done and made a decent profit off the FRIDAY store today. This is a great little fundraiser. We only do it once a month so it also doesn’t get old or boring.
Since Brett had gotten in trouble in class yesterday I also wanted to speak to his teacher. I saw her standing at the end of the hall and he didn’t know I was around. I start that way and guess who comes out of the bathroom acting like a drunken college kid? YEP! Boy was he suprised to see me!! After speaking with his teacher and telling her to let me know if he acted up anymore he seemed to straiten up.
Of course as I was leaving a friends son saw me in the hall and since he had made Bulldog of the week I was congratulating him. And he told me that he and Brett hardly ever get to play at recess but Brett told him that lunch detention was fun…
Hmmmmmm, first I had heard of the lunch detention… I can’t wait to hear the story behind that and who’s to blame.
I did snag one of the lunch room teachers and was sure to let her know that anytime he steps out of line to feel free to nudge him back ;).
Then I was off to the Dr.’s office with Bow and Rayley. I knew I was in for a treat, first of all, who wants to sit with a 3-year-old and a 2-month-old in a Dr. office for 4 hours? ‘Specially when your pants are cuttin you in half. Second, I first had to fetch Rayley from her most favorite place on earth. When I got there the whole place was quiet and I realized it was nap time.. Before it dawned on me that my dear princess doesn’t take naps I had a sinking feeling about dealing with a sleepy toddler and a whiney 2 month old in pants 3 sizes too small a Dr.’s office for 5 hours. (Yes I get a little dramatic when I see my day going to hell in a handbasket..)
THEN I heard this sound. Beethoven it wasn’t.. It sounded more like a strung out rockstar pounding away on an out of tune piano. I had found my girl! While the rest of the daycare sleeps in absolute bliss, my dear child gets to write her own symphonies.
Once I had the budding musician rounded up and explained I needed her help, she came with a little fussing.
But she insisted on being carried. So I toted her and Bow back to the truck and when we got to the Dr office she was still unable to walk. I was toteing her and the baby, a diaper bag and trying to figure out how I was going to fill out the required paperwork when the door opened and there was my savior! My cousin and his wife were there too! I had instant babysitters! (You gotta love family!)
The wait wasn’t too long, maybe 45 minutes. Not bad.. I might can handle this. I started hinting to 'spoilt one' that she would be getting shots too. Of course by now Bow got hungry, so right about the time I got him to start feeding they called our names! Back we go to get all weighed and measured. She weighs in at 33 pounds. Bow at 12.10. Not bad.
And they take us strait back to a room… This is starting too look a lot like a quick Dr visit!! WHOO-HOO!
After about 30 minutes I decided to feed Bow again cause he was getting fussy, and Rayley was starting to get antsy. She couldn’t sit still and had asked me 1,000 questions already. Plus I needed to take my mind off the numbing pain of these pants that are somehow shrinking. 4 minutes later, the Dr walked in. 15 minutes and he declares them Healthy and as normal as can be expected. Now all that’s left is the shots.
Have you ever tried to keep a 3-year-old happy in a bare room for 30 minutes? Well after 45 I decided to feed Bow again. It worked the first 2 times, maybe Murphy has someone else to pick on today!!
Once Bow was fed, burped, and rediapered, and Rayley was in danger of being shoved in a cabinet, I was about to go crazy. On top of a baby that couldn’t get comfortable and go to sleep, a 3 year old that couldn’t, wouldn’t and didn’t get still or quiet and pants that were on the verge of making me loose blood supply to my legs, I needed to find a bathroom. I finally opened the door and waited on someone to walk by. I was just about to call the receptionist on my cell phone and ask her to send a search party to find me in the rat maze they call a Dr office. If nothing else I needed out of the room. I had heard Rayley’s rendition of ROCKSTAR by Nickleback about as much as I could handle for one day. Murphy had returned, and this time he brought FRIENDS!
Well the nurse showed up, and had more shots than I had ever seen. 4 for the baby and 7 for Rayley. We had missed her last dosing and she was having to get a few extra.. One in each arm and each leg. Plus a few more for fun.
Now I am not one that gets squeamish when their kids get shots. I don’t ‘feel the pain’ for them. I don’t cry. I just marvel at the fact that its illegal in some places for me to whip my children, and yet the medical community can not come up with something less torturous than multiple needles shooting burning medicines into your already tense muscles.
Now bless this nurse, she had a mighty big test coming, but when she asked me which child first, I almost died laughing. Like I am gonna let the one that can walk, talk, scream, and cry see the baby get a shot first. I really hope today is NOT her first day…
I had psyched Rayley up for this, so she sat up there like a big girl and I tried to get her attention on the other side. The nice young nurse poked in the shot and Rayley jerked away. She didn’t even shoot in the meds yet. Rayley said " you TOLD ME it would only be a pinch. that was NOT a pinch!"
I told her to go and get someone to hold Bow and I would hold down the peitite little angel on the table.
Out she went.
She came back with another nurse and the fight was on. This is a 3 foot tall child that weighs only slightly more than a 2 month old. BUT DAMN IT she can fight. Legs and arms and kicking and screaming. I had Bow in one arm, one holding down a leg, or an arm, and there were two more grown women sitting on her. There was no talking to her, she was upset, hurting and beyond consoling. We just had to hold her down and get it over with. 2 shots down and 5 to go. Next arm, This time she got mad. And mad hellcat is MUCH worse than scared Hellcat.
I promise.
We wrassled, we soothed, and we soldiered on. A nurse almost got her next shot. And I think someone almost got bit. For the other shots we went for the legs. This involoves the nurse pulling down her pants and then holding her arms and sissoring her legs between her own while the other slaps in the needle. I am thinking this child has a future in the UFC. She is slippery as a greased pig and mean as a bear with a thorn in its paw. I was still one handed so I was holding an arm. Come to find out it was the nurses. After a few near misses when she would get her hands loose, the deed was done.
I learned a few things during this fight for dominance. One, a dum dum fixes everything. Two, she holds a mean grudge. Three, NEVER let her wear cowboy boots to the Dr office again. Four, Tight jeans become MUCH tighter after 10 hours, and sitting makes it MUCH worse. Plus a full bladder will add many inches to your waist. And last but not least, next time her brothers are being mean to her I am going to tell them to pretend to give her a shot. It will put an end to them picking her.
To help her calm down and since she wanted to be held, I asked her to hold Bow’s hand while he got his shots. She leaned over and told him "Don’t belive them when they say it wont hurt Bow, they are lieing, But the sucker is good"
When the nurse was walking out she told Rayley she was sorry about the shots. Rayley just looked at her , flipped her hair and said " If you were sorry you would have stopped when I told you to."
I managed to beat my Mother in Law back to my house for her to drop off the kids. She asked if they could come over and play for a while and I said yes, but they needed to take off their nice boots and shoes. Then I looked down and low and behold, Matt had them on the wrong feet. I swear my kids teachers probebly think I don’t pay any attention to how they look in the mornings! Of course as I was walking away shaking my head I happen to look down and my inside cat has one eye swollen shut and that entire side of her face is swole up. The only things that come to mind are snake bites and spider bites that can cause that kind of swellin. Since this is an inside cat I am a little apprehensive about walking around barefoot!
Right now all 3 of the older ones are at my Mother in Laws and I am enjoying the quiet. I have taken off the offending jeans, hid them deep in my closet and put on my PJ's. They will be home soon, and the weekend will start. A weekend with 2 kids running the "up to 101 temp" with sore arms and legs, and general crankyness. Bow is already fussy and getting kinda warm… This should be a blast, I cant wait!!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Well crap.. I had to get dressed
Today started out as all the others, except there was no hope of going back to sleep.
The alarm started at 5:20. I really need to reset it. My mother in law picks the kids up on her way to work at 6:30 except when she has to be at work at 6:30 then she picks them up at 6. A week or so ago she had to do that and so I had set it a little early.
I have this little quirk ( I say quirk, cause quirks are cute...) that my normally loving husband DESTESTS! I set the alarm for at least 2 snoozes BEFORE I have to get up. That way I can hit snooze and pretend like I am cheating and getting a little more sleep.
Anyway, I hit snooze 4 times, having to come back and resooth Bow each time, not a big deal, once he latches on we go back to sleep. When I finaly decided it was time to get up and start the kids morning routine it was right at 6 am.
Of course Matt jumped up and Brett lagged behind, but he did get up pretty quick. They started getting ready, once again Matt dressed with out much fanfare, Brett on the other hand was a little less enthusiastic.
Till it was Matts toothbrushing time at least.
Then he came in and said that his toothbrush was dirty. I asked why. Seems Brett had used it to 'brush' one of Rayleys stuffed animals. I honestly dont even want to ask why.... I told Matt to just use Bretts and we would fix it tonight. Well Brett got VERY upset about this. didnt want his brothers germs on his toothbrush.
But I guess its okay for Matt to get pink pig germs in his...
Well after 30 minutes of morning fun both boys left. Matt sans his coat. He just couldnt find it. I have never convinced these children that their stuff is not made of helium, they actually have to look ON the floor, not the ceiling.
Anyway, out went both boys, and then Matt ran back in. Seems he had forgotten to put on boots. (HIA syndrome is a large factor in this).
As soon as the boys were out the door I walked into the kitchen, sure enough, right there on the floor, (apparently there is a coat hook there.) was Matts coat. Well I started trying to get Bow happy enough to let me go and do my hair, makeup and dress. Today is a PTA and grocery day. I have to be there by 8 am.
I got there just a few minutes late. We had a supprisingly good meeting. This is the first year to combine 3 schools in a yearbook and to say we were apprehensive is putting it mildly, but it looks like this might work. If the ladies that showed up today will stick with it for the next 4 months. Thats always a biggie when you never know who is going to go to work, who is going to get mad and who is going to get bored. Although its sad when you have 3 schools with a combination of almost a thousand students and 6 people show up. Guess everyone else had the flu.
Since Rayley wanted to go to my moms today it was just me and Bow in town. I thought it would be a good day to get groceries. Usually I try to wait till the boys are out of school. That means they can push the buggy, or get groceries, while I nurse or think. Its hard to compare prices when you have a hungry screaming baby. BUT its also hard when you have 4 kids that are all trying to agervate you in different ways.
It didnt work. He was happy for the first 45 minutes. Then couldnt understand WHY he had to stay in the seat. Nothing like a 3 month old with an attitude! I had complete strangers walking up telling me "dont worry hun, it will get better"..... WHY must people lie to you? WHY? I KNOW better. at least at this age he doesnt beg for candy, cereal or toys. He doesnt kick his brother behind your back, he doesnt try to use the buggy as an oversized matchbox car. This is the GOOD times! The one I especially liked was the lady that suggested he might be hungry, and shouldnt I take the time to feed him?
But anyway, in goes 215.00 worth of groceries. Basicly NOTHING. but it took 2 buggies to get it out. A nice young man on his break took pity on me and pushed one out. And by now Bow had tuned up like a scalded cat. THere was NO shushing him. Luckily as I was putting the groceries in a friend was coming out, she entertained him while I finnished up what I was doing. It is nice to live in a small town. I was even able to go pee while in the store, cause I saw an old neighbor who watched the cart so I didnt have to wake him. This might not seem like much to some ladies, but honestly, try pushing a 400 lb cart when you need to tinkle..
Once I get home though is the fun part. UNLOADING! Again Lady Luck was smiling on me. My Mother in law pulled up shortly after I did. So the kids had to unload it all!! WHOO HOO!!
I try to get out the smushables and the breakables before I make them start. Their idea of unloading is to take each item out of the back of the truck, one at a time and THROW it out of the truck at the other child. I usually hide during this part.
But on the upside, when Baseball season starts they shouldnt be scared of the ball. I mean, a little ole baseball dont hurt near as bad as a can of green beans!
I have even managed to get supper on the table already. So today I feel like a good mom, efficiant wife, and since I was able to come up with a few good idea's, a valued PTA mom.
Unfortunatly I have PTA again tommorow (UGH! 2 days in a row of getting dressed, and burning deisel!) and Rayley and Bow have Dr. appts for shots!
The alarm started at 5:20. I really need to reset it. My mother in law picks the kids up on her way to work at 6:30 except when she has to be at work at 6:30 then she picks them up at 6. A week or so ago she had to do that and so I had set it a little early.
I have this little quirk ( I say quirk, cause quirks are cute...) that my normally loving husband DESTESTS! I set the alarm for at least 2 snoozes BEFORE I have to get up. That way I can hit snooze and pretend like I am cheating and getting a little more sleep.
Anyway, I hit snooze 4 times, having to come back and resooth Bow each time, not a big deal, once he latches on we go back to sleep. When I finaly decided it was time to get up and start the kids morning routine it was right at 6 am.
Of course Matt jumped up and Brett lagged behind, but he did get up pretty quick. They started getting ready, once again Matt dressed with out much fanfare, Brett on the other hand was a little less enthusiastic.
Till it was Matts toothbrushing time at least.
Then he came in and said that his toothbrush was dirty. I asked why. Seems Brett had used it to 'brush' one of Rayleys stuffed animals. I honestly dont even want to ask why.... I told Matt to just use Bretts and we would fix it tonight. Well Brett got VERY upset about this. didnt want his brothers germs on his toothbrush.
But I guess its okay for Matt to get pink pig germs in his...
Well after 30 minutes of morning fun both boys left. Matt sans his coat. He just couldnt find it. I have never convinced these children that their stuff is not made of helium, they actually have to look ON the floor, not the ceiling.
Anyway, out went both boys, and then Matt ran back in. Seems he had forgotten to put on boots. (HIA syndrome is a large factor in this).
As soon as the boys were out the door I walked into the kitchen, sure enough, right there on the floor, (apparently there is a coat hook there.) was Matts coat. Well I started trying to get Bow happy enough to let me go and do my hair, makeup and dress. Today is a PTA and grocery day. I have to be there by 8 am.
I got there just a few minutes late. We had a supprisingly good meeting. This is the first year to combine 3 schools in a yearbook and to say we were apprehensive is putting it mildly, but it looks like this might work. If the ladies that showed up today will stick with it for the next 4 months. Thats always a biggie when you never know who is going to go to work, who is going to get mad and who is going to get bored. Although its sad when you have 3 schools with a combination of almost a thousand students and 6 people show up. Guess everyone else had the flu.
Since Rayley wanted to go to my moms today it was just me and Bow in town. I thought it would be a good day to get groceries. Usually I try to wait till the boys are out of school. That means they can push the buggy, or get groceries, while I nurse or think. Its hard to compare prices when you have a hungry screaming baby. BUT its also hard when you have 4 kids that are all trying to agervate you in different ways.
It didnt work. He was happy for the first 45 minutes. Then couldnt understand WHY he had to stay in the seat. Nothing like a 3 month old with an attitude! I had complete strangers walking up telling me "dont worry hun, it will get better"..... WHY must people lie to you? WHY? I KNOW better. at least at this age he doesnt beg for candy, cereal or toys. He doesnt kick his brother behind your back, he doesnt try to use the buggy as an oversized matchbox car. This is the GOOD times! The one I especially liked was the lady that suggested he might be hungry, and shouldnt I take the time to feed him?
But anyway, in goes 215.00 worth of groceries. Basicly NOTHING. but it took 2 buggies to get it out. A nice young man on his break took pity on me and pushed one out. And by now Bow had tuned up like a scalded cat. THere was NO shushing him. Luckily as I was putting the groceries in a friend was coming out, she entertained him while I finnished up what I was doing. It is nice to live in a small town. I was even able to go pee while in the store, cause I saw an old neighbor who watched the cart so I didnt have to wake him. This might not seem like much to some ladies, but honestly, try pushing a 400 lb cart when you need to tinkle..
Once I get home though is the fun part. UNLOADING! Again Lady Luck was smiling on me. My Mother in law pulled up shortly after I did. So the kids had to unload it all!! WHOO HOO!!
I try to get out the smushables and the breakables before I make them start. Their idea of unloading is to take each item out of the back of the truck, one at a time and THROW it out of the truck at the other child. I usually hide during this part.
But on the upside, when Baseball season starts they shouldnt be scared of the ball. I mean, a little ole baseball dont hurt near as bad as a can of green beans!
I have even managed to get supper on the table already. So today I feel like a good mom, efficiant wife, and since I was able to come up with a few good idea's, a valued PTA mom.
Unfortunatly I have PTA again tommorow (UGH! 2 days in a row of getting dressed, and burning deisel!) and Rayley and Bow have Dr. appts for shots!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
ahhh I love mornings...
NOT!
Baby wakes up at 5:15,
start nursing and doze back off
Alarm at 5:30 which wakes up baby
hit snooze, resume nursing, doze off
Alarm at 5:40, hit snooze and doze back off
Baby wakes up 1 minute before alarm goes back off.
hit snooze, resume nursing and off we go again.
Then the cat starts caterwallin at the top of her lungs and the dog starts wanting out.
FINE!
I get up, go holler at the boys ( I cant walk in their room any more, their dad has decided that making them clean their room is somehow cruel... stepping on toys is cruel.. for me and the toy.. )
My morning child jumps up and starts getting ready. He has a field trip today and cant wait. The eldest on the other hand pretends to be asleep. Not until I head off with a wet rag does he get up.
And lands DIRECTLY on a heater vent in the living room. He thinks he can just sit there all morning I reckon.... Like his clothes are gona fly out of the closet and come to him.
I have to tell him to go get dressed. and then I can tell: Its gona be one of THOSE mornings...
The morning when I have to tell each child at least twice, every thing they have to do. LITERLY!
"Put on a shirt"
" no a WARM shirt."
" Tuck in your shirt, "
" where is your belt?"
(Our schools have rules about tucking in your shirts and wearing a belt with your pants. I am so glad!, Mine actually wore a belt everyday of their school lives. TILL this rule, now the eldest cant seem to remember to wear one.. )
"are you going to wear pants today? "
Matt is actually dressing himself this morning, excitement will go a long way to getting a kid ready for school, but Brett is just dragging.
"you might want to put on socks BEFORE the shoes"
"Did you brush your teeth?"
"Go get your lunch"
"Tie your shoes"
"Put on a belt"
"I thought I told you to wear a WARM shirt"
"oh hell, never mind, freeze your arms off. at least then you cant hit your brother."
By now I need a Dr Pepper, so off I go to get it.
and all hell breaks loose between the sweet children I have raised. Apparently Matt had laid out his socks and Brett had stolen them. I DID see Matt lay out his socks last night, so I know they were there. See at night we go through this ritual except backwards. I tell them to go get some socks, boots, backpacks, jackets, belts,etc and lay them right here in the living room.
I asked Matt to please just find him another pair.
Now back to getting dressed,
"Where is your lunch?"
"did you brush your teeth?"
"please put on your jacket, your ride will be here in a minute"
"DOnt wake back up your brother, I know you love him, but you only WANT to love on him when he is asleep!, try doing it when he is awake, crying and I am elbow deep in soap suds!"
"why did you change shirts?" "yes I KNOW its cold outside, which is why I told you to put on a warm shirt to start with"
"well fine, but tuck it in"
"why would you take off your belt to change shirts?"
"Find your jacket again"
"put your jacket on before the backpack"
"did you brush your teeth"
"is your lunch in your back pack?"
"please let the dog in before she tears down the screendoor"
"who's lunch is this? I thought you just said it was in your backpack"
"no I wont turn the heater up just so you can sit on the vent"
Finally I get them both dressed, settled down and waiting on their ride. I get Bow back to sleep and I sit down on the couch.
I really hate mornings, but honestly, 6:30 is a great time.. its when they have to walk out the door reguardless of their state of dress, cleanlines, or preparedness.
and if i am lucky Princess Rayley and precious Bow are back to sleep or have never woken up.
Sometimes I even get to go back to sleep for an hour or so. Till Rayley wakes me up hungry...
Of course I knew this morning was gona be a doozy. Last night was a fight. Brett had forgotten to bring his agenda to school for 2 days, so the minute he ran in the door he ran passed me with out so much as a HELLO and was muttering something about "email". I went imediatly and check the addy his teacher has... YEP! He came out of his room and said "here it is! I knew it was there! " UMMMMM HELLO! if you KNEW it was there, WHY didnt you take it to school? I swear kids thought process' (or lack there of!) blow my mind... AND I am blonde!
I asked each boy for homework, (2nd and 3rd grade) well they had to go to the bathroom, and needed something to drink, and Rayley was excited to see them. PLUS Bow was alseep, so they HAD to love on him!
I got them settled in, told Brett to start his Taks homework and did matts spelling words. Still asking where his folder is so I can sign it.
This reminds him of a note for his field trip. And then he asks if he can make his lunch. Okay, we make lunches EVERY NIGHT! And they whine...
I sign everything, Write Bretts teacher and try to keep him on task, all the while redressing the drama queen in her tutu so she can watch Barbie and the nutcracker or 12 dancing princess' or something. I throw together something for supper and then check Bretts homework. Since noone likes supper I tell them to go play for 2 hours before bathtime and reading. They start to whine cause they have to read and bathe and cant play. I need a stiff drink. BUT so does Bow, so I give up.
of course the phone has rang 5 times in the hour they were home. Nothing important, just BS'ing with family. Its an amazing thing, this phone. I have never seen an invention that has the ability to make a childs world fall apart, make them hungry, make them remember something they forgot to ask you 3 weeks ago, makes them need love, or makes them hate each other and start a fist fight quite as reliably as a phone. Or at least the one at my house.
I even ignore the bouncing on the bed for 45 minutes. Till the fish start hiding because they think the wall behind their tank is gona cave in.
which reminds me... they still havent discovered the crawfish they found and brought home and threw in the crab tank became supper a few nights ago. I am not sure how this will play out. When Rayley discovered it she asked if we could have Crawfish for supper, I tried to explain that its not crawfish season yet, and I couldnt buy any. Next thing I know she is dressed in a sparkiling evening dress and pink mudboots, headed out to find some more.. They might decide to play the drama card and get upset cause he is gone. OR they might decide the crabs need mudbugs in their diet and bring in more than I want in a fish tank!
Either way, its time to start a new day. The Princess of Criesalot will be up soon and a major melt down is expected, I am out of cereal.
Is 7:30 too early for a nap?
oh and here comes the dog with a belt in her mouth.. gee, I just cant belive I forgot to remind that poor overworked child to put it on!
Baby wakes up at 5:15,
start nursing and doze back off
Alarm at 5:30 which wakes up baby
hit snooze, resume nursing, doze off
Alarm at 5:40, hit snooze and doze back off
Baby wakes up 1 minute before alarm goes back off.
hit snooze, resume nursing and off we go again.
Then the cat starts caterwallin at the top of her lungs and the dog starts wanting out.
FINE!
I get up, go holler at the boys ( I cant walk in their room any more, their dad has decided that making them clean their room is somehow cruel... stepping on toys is cruel.. for me and the toy.. )
My morning child jumps up and starts getting ready. He has a field trip today and cant wait. The eldest on the other hand pretends to be asleep. Not until I head off with a wet rag does he get up.
And lands DIRECTLY on a heater vent in the living room. He thinks he can just sit there all morning I reckon.... Like his clothes are gona fly out of the closet and come to him.
I have to tell him to go get dressed. and then I can tell: Its gona be one of THOSE mornings...
The morning when I have to tell each child at least twice, every thing they have to do. LITERLY!
"Put on a shirt"
" no a WARM shirt."
" Tuck in your shirt, "
" where is your belt?"
(Our schools have rules about tucking in your shirts and wearing a belt with your pants. I am so glad!, Mine actually wore a belt everyday of their school lives. TILL this rule, now the eldest cant seem to remember to wear one.. )
"are you going to wear pants today? "
Matt is actually dressing himself this morning, excitement will go a long way to getting a kid ready for school, but Brett is just dragging.
"you might want to put on socks BEFORE the shoes"
"Did you brush your teeth?"
"Go get your lunch"
"Tie your shoes"
"Put on a belt"
"I thought I told you to wear a WARM shirt"
"oh hell, never mind, freeze your arms off. at least then you cant hit your brother."
By now I need a Dr Pepper, so off I go to get it.
and all hell breaks loose between the sweet children I have raised. Apparently Matt had laid out his socks and Brett had stolen them. I DID see Matt lay out his socks last night, so I know they were there. See at night we go through this ritual except backwards. I tell them to go get some socks, boots, backpacks, jackets, belts,etc and lay them right here in the living room.
I asked Matt to please just find him another pair.
Now back to getting dressed,
"Where is your lunch?"
"did you brush your teeth?"
"please put on your jacket, your ride will be here in a minute"
"DOnt wake back up your brother, I know you love him, but you only WANT to love on him when he is asleep!, try doing it when he is awake, crying and I am elbow deep in soap suds!"
"why did you change shirts?" "yes I KNOW its cold outside, which is why I told you to put on a warm shirt to start with"
"well fine, but tuck it in"
"why would you take off your belt to change shirts?"
"Find your jacket again"
"put your jacket on before the backpack"
"did you brush your teeth"
"is your lunch in your back pack?"
"please let the dog in before she tears down the screendoor"
"who's lunch is this? I thought you just said it was in your backpack"
"no I wont turn the heater up just so you can sit on the vent"
Finally I get them both dressed, settled down and waiting on their ride. I get Bow back to sleep and I sit down on the couch.
I really hate mornings, but honestly, 6:30 is a great time.. its when they have to walk out the door reguardless of their state of dress, cleanlines, or preparedness.
and if i am lucky Princess Rayley and precious Bow are back to sleep or have never woken up.
Sometimes I even get to go back to sleep for an hour or so. Till Rayley wakes me up hungry...
Of course I knew this morning was gona be a doozy. Last night was a fight. Brett had forgotten to bring his agenda to school for 2 days, so the minute he ran in the door he ran passed me with out so much as a HELLO and was muttering something about "email". I went imediatly and check the addy his teacher has... YEP! He came out of his room and said "here it is! I knew it was there! " UMMMMM HELLO! if you KNEW it was there, WHY didnt you take it to school? I swear kids thought process' (or lack there of!) blow my mind... AND I am blonde!
I asked each boy for homework, (2nd and 3rd grade) well they had to go to the bathroom, and needed something to drink, and Rayley was excited to see them. PLUS Bow was alseep, so they HAD to love on him!
I got them settled in, told Brett to start his Taks homework and did matts spelling words. Still asking where his folder is so I can sign it.
This reminds him of a note for his field trip. And then he asks if he can make his lunch. Okay, we make lunches EVERY NIGHT! And they whine...
I sign everything, Write Bretts teacher and try to keep him on task, all the while redressing the drama queen in her tutu so she can watch Barbie and the nutcracker or 12 dancing princess' or something. I throw together something for supper and then check Bretts homework. Since noone likes supper I tell them to go play for 2 hours before bathtime and reading. They start to whine cause they have to read and bathe and cant play. I need a stiff drink. BUT so does Bow, so I give up.
of course the phone has rang 5 times in the hour they were home. Nothing important, just BS'ing with family. Its an amazing thing, this phone. I have never seen an invention that has the ability to make a childs world fall apart, make them hungry, make them remember something they forgot to ask you 3 weeks ago, makes them need love, or makes them hate each other and start a fist fight quite as reliably as a phone. Or at least the one at my house.
I even ignore the bouncing on the bed for 45 minutes. Till the fish start hiding because they think the wall behind their tank is gona cave in.
which reminds me... they still havent discovered the crawfish they found and brought home and threw in the crab tank became supper a few nights ago. I am not sure how this will play out. When Rayley discovered it she asked if we could have Crawfish for supper, I tried to explain that its not crawfish season yet, and I couldnt buy any. Next thing I know she is dressed in a sparkiling evening dress and pink mudboots, headed out to find some more.. They might decide to play the drama card and get upset cause he is gone. OR they might decide the crabs need mudbugs in their diet and bring in more than I want in a fish tank!
Either way, its time to start a new day. The Princess of Criesalot will be up soon and a major melt down is expected, I am out of cereal.
Is 7:30 too early for a nap?
oh and here comes the dog with a belt in her mouth.. gee, I just cant belive I forgot to remind that poor overworked child to put it on!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
John Frieda he aint!!
Last night started out as any other monday night.
HOMEWORK!, and fighting about homework.
Them doing the homework, then me checking the homework and making them REDO the homework.
We got report cards last week. A's and Bs'. EXCEPT the middle son, he had all A's. except handwriting. once again he got a U.. 2nd grade and already he writes like a doctor. only less legible...
I have made him rewrite every peice of paper that comes into this house, till I can read it. or his head starts nodding so badly that he is in danger of stabbing himself in the eye with his pencil.
I have begged the teacher for help, sometimes he has to rewrite stuff, but most times she grades what he turns in.
I begged her to take away recess, send home writing help, what ever it took.
Anyway, while he was rewriting his spelling words 10 times each and the eldest was adding together coins for math homework, we managed to have a normal evening.
That is until my eldest, buzz cut child decided to help his 3 year old sister in her quest for princessdom... she needed curls. this is the only child I never had indegestion with, she was born bald. we had to glue bows in her hair with KY jelly. I have a hat collection that is amazing for an infant girl!
We had finished supper and Matt, the middle son, was still working to advance to DR legiblity in his handwriting, when we told Brett to start his bath. This is when our night went down hill...
Well the princess came out and asked for help getting the rat tail comb out of her hair. From what we understand Brett 'the eldest' was trying to curl the hair, got to a tough spot and tried to get it out. He ended up wrapping it around and around the comb. This poor child has a chin length bob that is just adorable. And this was wound TIGHT as a drum against her temple. She has such thin hair, and its whiteish blonde.
Hubby tried to untangle it, he couldnt. I tried for EVER to untangle it, no go. I tried to remove each hair individualy. NOPE.
In desperation I called my cousins wife. She is a hairdresser. and over we went. (THANK GOD for family!!) I was hoping she had some magical hairdresser solution so we didnt have to cut her hair. Unfortunatly her first words were 'oh, you were right, they did good on this one'
NOT the words I wanted to hear!
BUT the good news was, she was able to cut it in a way that brought her length in the back to the length of the bangs. She cut a real cute cap cut and you can hardly tell!
I am so thankful for her being there. I would have wacked it off and tried to fix around it. She was able to cut at it and into it cause she knew what she was doing!
So we managed to aviod a major fashion mishap and I got home in time to watch the State of the Union address!! WHOO-HOO!!
HOMEWORK!, and fighting about homework.
Them doing the homework, then me checking the homework and making them REDO the homework.
We got report cards last week. A's and Bs'. EXCEPT the middle son, he had all A's. except handwriting. once again he got a U.. 2nd grade and already he writes like a doctor. only less legible...
I have made him rewrite every peice of paper that comes into this house, till I can read it. or his head starts nodding so badly that he is in danger of stabbing himself in the eye with his pencil.
I have begged the teacher for help, sometimes he has to rewrite stuff, but most times she grades what he turns in.
I begged her to take away recess, send home writing help, what ever it took.
Anyway, while he was rewriting his spelling words 10 times each and the eldest was adding together coins for math homework, we managed to have a normal evening.
That is until my eldest, buzz cut child decided to help his 3 year old sister in her quest for princessdom... she needed curls. this is the only child I never had indegestion with, she was born bald. we had to glue bows in her hair with KY jelly. I have a hat collection that is amazing for an infant girl!
We had finished supper and Matt, the middle son, was still working to advance to DR legiblity in his handwriting, when we told Brett to start his bath. This is when our night went down hill...
Well the princess came out and asked for help getting the rat tail comb out of her hair. From what we understand Brett 'the eldest' was trying to curl the hair, got to a tough spot and tried to get it out. He ended up wrapping it around and around the comb. This poor child has a chin length bob that is just adorable. And this was wound TIGHT as a drum against her temple. She has such thin hair, and its whiteish blonde.
Hubby tried to untangle it, he couldnt. I tried for EVER to untangle it, no go. I tried to remove each hair individualy. NOPE.
In desperation I called my cousins wife. She is a hairdresser. and over we went. (THANK GOD for family!!) I was hoping she had some magical hairdresser solution so we didnt have to cut her hair. Unfortunatly her first words were 'oh, you were right, they did good on this one'
NOT the words I wanted to hear!
BUT the good news was, she was able to cut it in a way that brought her length in the back to the length of the bangs. She cut a real cute cap cut and you can hardly tell!
I am so thankful for her being there. I would have wacked it off and tried to fix around it. She was able to cut at it and into it cause she knew what she was doing!
So we managed to aviod a major fashion mishap and I got home in time to watch the State of the Union address!! WHOO-HOO!!
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