I cleaned today. I KNOW the house was spotless on monday. but it was a mess again today. I think I will go to my grave with dish soap on my hands. And I blew up my vaccum again. I HATE a vaccum. I had not been doing it more than 10 minutes and all of a sudden it starts smoking and making an awful noise. This is the 3rd one I have been through in about a year and a half. And every time I use it I clean it out, wash out the filters and take it apart at the hoses to keep clogs to a minimum. I just keep taking them back to Walmart and giving them 20-30.00 and upgrading. I will work my way up to a Dyson before long.
Rayley and I have this game that we have played since she was old enough to talk.
She says
" I love you mom"
"I love me too"
"NOO I love YOU"
" I KNOW and I LOVE ME too!"
it goes on like this for a little while till she says
" YOU love Rayley"
I say "You love Rayley"
"NO YOU do"
"I what?"
"Love me"
"well of course I love ME!, and YOU love me too!"
"NOOO YOU love ME"
"how sweet, you love me"
she'll finaly get smart and say
"say MOM loves RAYLEY"
We laugh the whole time
Well today she started it and after about the 2nd Ilove me too, she got all upset, flopped herself down on the floor and started pouting..
I just looked at BR.. I mean seriously, if she is this much of a drama queen at 3, can you imagine PUBERTY? I am SCREWED! She cried, she bellowed. She wouldnt even think about speaking to me. The only way to make her happy was for her daddy to pick her up and tickle her. He asked her what was wrong. She told him I was a mean mommy and didnt love her and hated her, and she was just gona die all alone and never have any love.
He let her cling for about 10 minutes, assured her everyone loved her and she was sweet (ahhhh the blissful ignornance of working 6 days a week), and when she got down she was happy and talking and singing. THen she took one look at me and decided to flop back into the floor again!
I just ignored her.
If she is mad at me she doesnt ask me to get up and get her something to drink, or eat, or find her pink ballerina shoe.
Finaly she gets up and then she hugs me and says "I love you mommy"
I said "I love you too Rayley"
She got pissed! Slammed her hand on her hip, gave me a go to hell look and says "MOOOOM, your supposed to say "YOU LOVE YOU!"
OH GOD! I cant deal with this. what do you do? I cant win for losing!
I am so glad Bow cant talk yet.
But he is chewing. and slobberin, and will bite the crap out of you.
I called AT& T today and asked them to PLEASE get me DSL. I am stuck on a 26.8 dial up and just cant handle it any more. THey said they would look into it. Come to find out its avalible about 3 miles down the road, but its not out this far. I am keeping my fingers crossed.
I can not imagine how wonderful it would be. But I have dreamed.
It rained today so we wern't able to go and practice hitting with the boys. I really hate that. Try outs are saturday and I had hoped they would get some practice in before then. BR will only be off today and tommorow. I got to thinking about the set up of our fields last night. I have the 2 furthest fields from each other. On those days that they both are playing I will have to drive to the next feild. Its too far to walk. LOL, by the time I drag Rayley down there both games will be over. Its times like these that I wish BR did have a day job where he could come and watch more.
I might try to bribe one of my Brother in laws to come up there. If he stands far enough back the kids will think its BR and noone will get their feelings hurt. :)
He does make all the games he can, and when its the playoffs he will go in late to work. But practice and normal games are all me. Last year I was lucky enough that the boys were in the line up just far away from each other enough that I couldnt ever go to the bathroom or take Rayley with out missing one of them bat. As soon as one came off the feild the other was going up! And the times I would go and they would be in the outfield they would see me walk by OR they would make a great play and I would get a cell phone call from one of the moms while I was gone!
I am fixing to have to break down and buy bat bags. And Brett needs a new bat. I sure hate that. But we will need them. I know which bags I want. I just dont want to pay the price they are asking. LOL They have some that when they hang they open it kinda has a shelf there for their helmets. The bat is a whole 'nuther story. I see kids out there with a 300.00 bat. NOT gona happen. I get one to fit them, and a nice bat, but NOT one worth a house note! But to get a bat it means a trip to Academy. I sure hate taking BR to Academy!!
I do only have to buy one pair of cleats though. Bretts will fit Matt and when I asked him if he wanted a new pair or would wear them he said " well duh, of course. I dont want any new cleats, I hate tennis shoes and why would you buy me new ones when he just got them comfertable and not so stiff? At least I wont get blisters when I HAVE to wear them" *WHAT? a kid with sense?*
Then he says "of course if you could find some boots with cleats on the bottom I would like to have a pair. DO they make those? well, why NOT? thats just stupid!"
I had to tell him that his basball pants look funny with boots. Remember last year when you wouldnt wear your cleats till you got on the field? it looked funny. "Oh yea. I remember that, are you sure it really looked funny?"
DUH!
Of course since it was a conversation about shoes Rayley decided that she needed some too. I told her that she just got a new pair. she said "yea, but you bought those on CLEARENCE, I need NEW shoes. " okay, who taught the kid that the red tag means clearence?
Anyway, its raining here again, I can hear the thunder over the washer, dryer and the dishwasher. Speaking of which; I got only 3 loads of laundry done today. I was lazy. BUT I did get the dishwasher unloaded, reloaded, washed, unloaded, reloaded again and they are washing. I refuse to touch another dish tonight!
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Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
A true American pastime. Presidents Day and Baseball. OH and Laundry!
Ahhh, Presidents day.
The day every year where I purposely keep my kids home from school because I am appalled at the lack of respect shown by our school system and the country in general for those that made this country what it is.
There are way too many holidays that they send my kids home on, for me to deal with, that dont have near the meaning of this one. Yet they feel the need to ignore this day.
And they wonder where our love and respect for our country has went.
Well since I was bound and determined to torture myself today I went ahead and made them get started on the laundry from yesterday. This was met with lots of complaints. I even heard, "I thought we only had to be mom for one day!" I said, NOPE you have to be me till you learn the concequences.
So my dear Matt said "I KNOW the concequences, NEVER have kids.. Then you wont have mom jobs."
I reckon in a round about way he is right! LOL
They got a few loads of laundry done. Nothing special, We have to stop doing laundry around here about 11:00, cause we never know when BR will get up and want a shower. Then we cant start back till after 3.
Everytime they sat something down I would wait for them to walk off and call them back to pick it up. This was starting to really get to them. They HATED it. I got a sadistic kick out of it, I will be honest.
BR had asked for a hair cut a few weeks ago, and so I decided to do them today. I got his done and then tricked Brett into coming in to the bathroom and did his. He was pretty good about it, and I told him to put his hat back on and not tell Matt, but make him bring me the broom. When I coralled him and sat him down I started cutting, He is such a wuss. He jerked his head and I ended up messing up his front. So he has a VERY short High and Tight! LOL Oh well. It will be grown back out in a week or two.
Once we had lunch and BR went to work I took the kids outside and started tossing the ball to them. There is a reason I dont volunteer to coach.
well lots of reasons, but one sticks out most of all. I dont do nice.
I throw the ball so they have to MOVE to get it. and I refuse to dive to catch it. Since we dont have anything to stop the ball they have to go and fetch it. I can say that if nothing else they will have a good lung capacity.
They did pretty well. Matt did catch a pop fly with his head once. I know it hurt, but it shocked him so bad that he couldnt help but laugh too. And in all honesty, it hit him on the safest place.
At one point I had Matt throwing a ball at a bucket, and Brett and I were tossing another. I had Bow in a stroller out of the way, and Rayley was supposed to be well out of the way hitting a ball off a tee. Every 2 minutes she wanted me to holler for her to hit the ball, and then tell her how good she did. I was watching Matt and laughing cause he was having to chase a ball down our driveway and Brett threw one that I swear was going 80 MPH. I was NOT looking at him. He hit me right in the chest. My poor boob has a bruise on it the size of a well... baseball. But it didnt hurt. seriously. It was thrown so hard I was numb.
Luckily about 5 minutes later Bow started to fuss. That was all the excuse I needed.
I got them to start tossing back and forth. This is never good. They start out okay, but it turns into a 'try to kill the sibling' rivalry. OR a 'throw it where they cant get it' game. So I still have to supervise. I was watching out the window once and Rayley had their wheelbarrow running it back and forth between them. This could have been dangerous, but luckily they were aiming at her. She was safe.
When they came in they remembered the promise from Friday about Monopoly. Oh JOY!
I told them to set it up and we got started. Then I looked at the clock. It was already 6:30. YEAH!
We played for a little while. They were getting upset with Rayley quickly. she tends to move the board alot. But she plays pretty well. Since she can count past ten she has an edge over them. And she LOVES to 'Bry' everything. Her only problem is, when she starts counting, the boys screw with her. She told them once to "SHUT UP, cant you see I'm trying to Concentrate!"
And to be like them she tries to put her money under the board. Then she picks up the board and moves everything. One time she rolled a 5. she counted it out real careful and then went to the next square, started jumping up and down and said "I'm just like George Washington! I own the White House!"
Well the boys thought this was funny. Cause Georges last name is Bush. Until she told them, "NO the FIRST George was Washington, then HE sold it to Bush, Now Bush has to sell it. He's gona sell it to Huckabee. But I'm gona be like Washington, We are both number ones! "
Now there are a few ways to look at this. One, Damn, this is SMART for a 3 year old.
Two. I watch TOO much TV on the Presidental race..
and Three, I have to fiqure out how to fit 41 other people into that real estate transaction.
The boys KNEW the first President was Washington, and can name quite a few others, BUT they thought they got to pick their own houses. I guess they thought where ever they wanted to live was where they lived. Once I explained to them that they move out when they are no longer President they understood better. They thought it was stupid to move after 4 or 8 years, but understood. Typical Male behavior, moving is too much work. Just leave the old stuff and buy new later.
Since it was getting on to time to get ready for bed I thought it best that we put up the game. Once bathtime was over and lunches made I got them in bed. They went to sleep pretty quick, or so I thought. I was in the laundry room ( I found a basket of unfolded clothes and was debating on waking up the boys... , plus they had unpiled the remaing 5 loads of laundry. AND had not turned on the dryer. ) and in came Rayley. "mom, when I REALLY do move to the White House, can they put me on that gold money? I dont like green that much, and the girl on the coin isnt that pretty, plus dollars get dirty pretty quick" I told her yes and to go to bed.
3 minutes later she was back
"Mom, can I make it a pink house instead? White gets mud on it too quick"
I was able to hold back laughter and tell her that I reckon she could, heck it might already be pink, or turquoise, or bright yellow before she got there.
She told me she would need some turquoise shoes.
oh yes, I can just see my drama queen running something... OMG. oh well, at least we will know our firearms are safe.
I gota admit, this weekend was not a bad weekend. The kids, although I could have wrung their necks a few times, were very good. I am real proud of them. And think I might be up to facing another week.
I KNOW I am looking forward to in the morning. I have the alarm set for 30 minute early. The boys have a basket of clothes to hang up.
The day every year where I purposely keep my kids home from school because I am appalled at the lack of respect shown by our school system and the country in general for those that made this country what it is.
There are way too many holidays that they send my kids home on, for me to deal with, that dont have near the meaning of this one. Yet they feel the need to ignore this day.
And they wonder where our love and respect for our country has went.
Well since I was bound and determined to torture myself today I went ahead and made them get started on the laundry from yesterday. This was met with lots of complaints. I even heard, "I thought we only had to be mom for one day!" I said, NOPE you have to be me till you learn the concequences.
So my dear Matt said "I KNOW the concequences, NEVER have kids.. Then you wont have mom jobs."
I reckon in a round about way he is right! LOL
They got a few loads of laundry done. Nothing special, We have to stop doing laundry around here about 11:00, cause we never know when BR will get up and want a shower. Then we cant start back till after 3.
Everytime they sat something down I would wait for them to walk off and call them back to pick it up. This was starting to really get to them. They HATED it. I got a sadistic kick out of it, I will be honest.
BR had asked for a hair cut a few weeks ago, and so I decided to do them today. I got his done and then tricked Brett into coming in to the bathroom and did his. He was pretty good about it, and I told him to put his hat back on and not tell Matt, but make him bring me the broom. When I coralled him and sat him down I started cutting, He is such a wuss. He jerked his head and I ended up messing up his front. So he has a VERY short High and Tight! LOL Oh well. It will be grown back out in a week or two.
Once we had lunch and BR went to work I took the kids outside and started tossing the ball to them. There is a reason I dont volunteer to coach.
well lots of reasons, but one sticks out most of all. I dont do nice.
I throw the ball so they have to MOVE to get it. and I refuse to dive to catch it. Since we dont have anything to stop the ball they have to go and fetch it. I can say that if nothing else they will have a good lung capacity.
They did pretty well. Matt did catch a pop fly with his head once. I know it hurt, but it shocked him so bad that he couldnt help but laugh too. And in all honesty, it hit him on the safest place.
At one point I had Matt throwing a ball at a bucket, and Brett and I were tossing another. I had Bow in a stroller out of the way, and Rayley was supposed to be well out of the way hitting a ball off a tee. Every 2 minutes she wanted me to holler for her to hit the ball, and then tell her how good she did. I was watching Matt and laughing cause he was having to chase a ball down our driveway and Brett threw one that I swear was going 80 MPH. I was NOT looking at him. He hit me right in the chest. My poor boob has a bruise on it the size of a well... baseball. But it didnt hurt. seriously. It was thrown so hard I was numb.
Luckily about 5 minutes later Bow started to fuss. That was all the excuse I needed.
I got them to start tossing back and forth. This is never good. They start out okay, but it turns into a 'try to kill the sibling' rivalry. OR a 'throw it where they cant get it' game. So I still have to supervise. I was watching out the window once and Rayley had their wheelbarrow running it back and forth between them. This could have been dangerous, but luckily they were aiming at her. She was safe.
When they came in they remembered the promise from Friday about Monopoly. Oh JOY!
I told them to set it up and we got started. Then I looked at the clock. It was already 6:30. YEAH!
We played for a little while. They were getting upset with Rayley quickly. she tends to move the board alot. But she plays pretty well. Since she can count past ten she has an edge over them. And she LOVES to 'Bry' everything. Her only problem is, when she starts counting, the boys screw with her. She told them once to "SHUT UP, cant you see I'm trying to Concentrate!"
And to be like them she tries to put her money under the board. Then she picks up the board and moves everything. One time she rolled a 5. she counted it out real careful and then went to the next square, started jumping up and down and said "I'm just like George Washington! I own the White House!"
Well the boys thought this was funny. Cause Georges last name is Bush. Until she told them, "NO the FIRST George was Washington, then HE sold it to Bush, Now Bush has to sell it. He's gona sell it to Huckabee. But I'm gona be like Washington, We are both number ones! "
Now there are a few ways to look at this. One, Damn, this is SMART for a 3 year old.
Two. I watch TOO much TV on the Presidental race..
and Three, I have to fiqure out how to fit 41 other people into that real estate transaction.
The boys KNEW the first President was Washington, and can name quite a few others, BUT they thought they got to pick their own houses. I guess they thought where ever they wanted to live was where they lived. Once I explained to them that they move out when they are no longer President they understood better. They thought it was stupid to move after 4 or 8 years, but understood. Typical Male behavior, moving is too much work. Just leave the old stuff and buy new later.
Since it was getting on to time to get ready for bed I thought it best that we put up the game. Once bathtime was over and lunches made I got them in bed. They went to sleep pretty quick, or so I thought. I was in the laundry room ( I found a basket of unfolded clothes and was debating on waking up the boys... , plus they had unpiled the remaing 5 loads of laundry. AND had not turned on the dryer. ) and in came Rayley. "mom, when I REALLY do move to the White House, can they put me on that gold money? I dont like green that much, and the girl on the coin isnt that pretty, plus dollars get dirty pretty quick" I told her yes and to go to bed.
3 minutes later she was back
"Mom, can I make it a pink house instead? White gets mud on it too quick"
I was able to hold back laughter and tell her that I reckon she could, heck it might already be pink, or turquoise, or bright yellow before she got there.
She told me she would need some turquoise shoes.
oh yes, I can just see my drama queen running something... OMG. oh well, at least we will know our firearms are safe.
I gota admit, this weekend was not a bad weekend. The kids, although I could have wrung their necks a few times, were very good. I am real proud of them. And think I might be up to facing another week.
I KNOW I am looking forward to in the morning. I have the alarm set for 30 minute early. The boys have a basket of clothes to hang up.
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