Well, I went to the school today and did a little work, then went off on my quest to bling some shoes. I couldnt find a pair of plain canvas shoes at walmart. Last year they had a gazillion pink ones and white ones. This year-- zip. I did get me some rhinestones and glue. Then I went to payless and got some colorful ( polka dots, and plaid, and hearts) canvas shoes. Not what I wanted, but good enough for goverment work. They were BOGO so all in all I spent less than 60 bucks. I do feel guilty spending that much. BUT I got the next size up and Rayley really is out of shoes to start with. Nothing she has fits anymore. And maybe these will take the place of the highheeled flip flops she insists on wearing in the kitchen when BR and BOW are sleeping!
Of course my morning started out with me talking to Matts teacher. Last night I was going through his backpack, it was leaking. I found 3 lunches. FULL lunches. there were 2 sandwiches in various stages of decay, one still in pretty good shape and sporting some lettuce, so I know it was Fridays sandwich. There were 3 bags that up until recently had held chips, and 3 empty plastic juice bottles. And a recently exploded pudding. Aparently he had sat on or stepped on his backpack while transporting these relics thus the sticky, chippy, puddin mess I found on the bill from the cafeteria.
When I asked him why they were in there he said "I dont know. I found them in my cubby and meant to throw them away"
So this brings me back to the moldy sandwich a few days back. After speaking with his teacher it seems that sometimes he has a slight memory lapse between the time he walks into the class, puts his folder on his desk, his lunch in his cubby and hangs up his backpack, because when she calls roll and asks who brought a lunch he forgets and doenst raise his hand.
I find out from him, that in these instances he is then too embarraressed to speak up later and instead just eats the hot lunch. OR he forgets that he DID bring a lunch. Now I would be inclined to belive either of the above reasons. BUT I know his level of embarresment is WAY low, almost non existant. AND he has brought a lunch almost every day for the last 3 years. MAYBE in his ENTIRE career as an elementary student I have allowed him to eat in the cafeteria 20 times. So bringing a lunch is NOT a new experience.
I have found a few of these smushed sandwiches or empty lunch sacks in the last few weeks. But they were more few and far between.
In conclusion, one day he DID take a lunch to lunch with him, but alas, he grabbed one that had been in his cubby for a few days. Therefor he brought out a nasty sandwich.
OH and when I asked his teacher what was so bad in his progress report that he wouldnt bring it home she was astounded. She couldnt belive he hadnt brought it home. Now I remember back when I was in school, them things had to be SIGNED by your parent and brought back the NEXT day. Now its more of a suggestion.. He has all a's except an 89. Seems he is just 'forgetting' it. I swear, this kid would loose his head if it wasnt attached.
I also had a "I brought you into this world, I can take you out" moment with Brett today. I was in the PTA room working and the door opens. In comes my eldest child with a sullen look and his teacher, who looked like she could bite a nail in two. Seems he was just sitting and staring at his math work and not doing it. When asked why, he continued to show attitude. Biting off his words and acting like the north end of a south bound mule. I could have killed him right there and told GOd he died. When I was asking him why he kept saying he didnt understand it, same excuse he gave me for getting a 67 on his progress report in social studies. I made him ask her for help in that department and then she left. I started to read him the riot act and it wasnt long before he was crying. Well then he wouldnt go back to class because his eyes were red.
I finally got him back to class and spoke with her for a few minutes and told her that I was sorry. Seems he had been in a bad mood all day. I can take the blame for this. I tried 3 differnt times to wake him up this morning, but he kept ignoring me. I took his blanket, I turned on the light, I hollered, I made him get up physically. Finally I sent Matt in there to tell him I was gona get a glass of water. He just ignored him. So I did. That woke him up, but ruined his day. I know they are tired, but how much earlier than 8:30 can I make them go to sleep? heck its still light outside at that time! I know the 30 minutes earlier that they have to get up is really getting to them.
On the way to the ball games tonight they both fell asleep and we literly had to shake them awake once we got to the ball park. Once they were up they did great. But if they get still they are gone.
Both their games were earlier tonight, so we got home at a decent hour. They ate and were in bed before 8:45. And asleep before 8:46. They didnt get a bath, but I guess its a small price to pay for them getting some sleep.
Princess whinesalot was even alseep with only 3 trips in here tonight to tell me she "had a problem". One was her throat was dry. Then she was hungry. Then it was cause her teeth were sharp. It was those pointy teeth, the ones that are supposed to be sharp? well after 3 years of having them she decided tonight she could no longer live with them.
Sometimes I really wonder if I will survive the 'best years' of their lives. Or better yet, if they will survive them.
Matts baseball game was pretty bad. That practice that noone seemed to think we needed sure couldn't have hurt. They got beat 12-0. noone even got to bat more than once. And I am not sure what all happened. It was over so quickly I wasnt able to watch anything except Matt batt his one time. He fouled off enough that one bad swing and he was out. I had left Bretts game to finish up with Matt and honestly, that is 30 minutes of my life I will never get back. And come to find out, it was decided the DID need to practice. Gee, I sure wish I had been the one to think of that.. So now we have to go BACK in on Friday to practice. Too bad there wasnt a better time, like when we were all allready in town, dressed in baseball clothes, and the park was empty to do it. That would have been the PICTURE PERFECT opportunity. Heck, his game started BEFORE Bretts and was over BEFORE Bretts ended. Not only did they win by the 10 run mercy rule, they ended each inning on a 5 run mercy rule.
Bretts game was just as lopsided. But in their favor. 18-3. It should have been 19-3 but a batter was blocking home plate and got our runner called out at home. He was safe by a mile, the ball actually hit the kid that was up to bat when it was thrown in to throw out the runner. Hit his helmet. It was a screwed up play, and there was NO way their pitcher could have caught the ball at the plate BUT since the kid didnt move way out of the way they called it. He was about 4 feet from the batters box, thats how bad the throw was, when he was hit. But I reckon you cant pitch a fit when you are so far ahead you are meeting yourself.
Brett did score twice. But it was sheer luck. Or bad throws. He stole EVERY base his first time out. He was walked and then his coach kept sending him around. Now this is great fun with a kid that can run. Mine cant. He is slow as molasses. And indecisive to boot. But he made it home twice. on walks.
I still havent decided what to get the boys for Matts birthday. I reckon I will go with jeans again. Matt needs a new pair of Chukka's.. I might get him some of them. I really wanted to get some new 2 way radios' but fiqure waiting on those would be best till Rayley's birthday. So I have an excuse to buy pink ones. I want to find a nice pink one. Not the barbie crap. Some like we already have. Those things come in real handy. The kids can play outside with them and talk to one another, but I can also keep in contact with them.
We even used them when we evacuated. There were 4 cars of us and I brought along the radios. We were able to talk back and forth with no problems and even in areas that our cell phones didnt work.
But back to Matt's birthday. I just dont know what to do. I told my mom to get them some canteens and bug house things. I might ourta veto the bug house things.. I can just imagine what they will bring home in those. AND try to bring IN. They do need new Bows and Arrows.
OH and I talked to BR about his party. I think I am going to call my grandfather. Since they are not comfertable here at my house I reckon we might just shoot for having it as his. I dont like the idea, but I do think BR is right. No sense making someone uncomfertable. And what can be more comfertable than having all the family over to your own home, when you wont go to theirs. :)
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
The joy of commercials
Well I found Rayleys Lolli Calli shoes.
They are these cute canvas tennis shoes, with rhinestones and beads all over them. decorated in dots and flowers and beautiful patterns. Exactly what a wana be princess would wear. AND they come with an icecream cone with lip gloss and body glitter in it! She saw the commercial this morning and would sing the song with them. And tell me how beautiful they were. And how she HAD to have them. The commercial came on at least 30 times. 3 pretty little girls, dancing around showing off their dolled up shoes, flashing them to catch the eye or every little girl in America.
They are called Lelli Kelly's and a French Husband and wife team started making them a little over a decade ago. They are for sale here.
I looked them up on the net. I decided I would get her some. Although by looking at me you would never know it, Shoes are my weakness. I ADORE shoes. I can only wear crocs, due to a cruel foot inheritance, but I have passed my shoe fetish on to my little prima donna and buy her cute ones when ever I find them on clearence.
Well, My darling, and most loved daughter. My favorite girl, and spoilt darlin will NOT and I repeat NOT be getting these. 80 freakin dollars for a pair of canvas tennis shoes? with rhinestones glued on them? NOT NO, but HELL NO!
I dont even buy clothes for my kids unless they are on clearence. it has to be a REALLY cute outfit, one that I just CANT live with out for me to spend more than 12 bucks on it.
But my darling sweet beauty queen will be getting some chelly-rays. I will buy a bedazzler, some rhinestones and beads, fire up the glue gun ( dont tell BR I have one.. I am banned from sharp knives, corded saws and glue guns) and go to town on some itty bitty plain ole tennies, makin her the belle of the ball.
I fiqure I can make her 4 pair of shoes, to match her new dresses that my mom made for 3 bucks apeice and STILL have some money left over for some cute tights.
My only saving grace is she is too young to read and wont know the sole of the shoes dont have the high priced name on them.
My sister in law called this evening, she said she had went to town looking for some of the shoes. She hadnt seen the commercial, so she just had Rayleys description to go by. I told her the price. She was astounded to say the least.
She offered to buy me some rhinestones. I told her that would be great.
I think we will bombard little miss with bejeweled shoes on Matts birthday. I had planned to get her some walkie talkies. But couldnt find any pink ones. I know she wants one. She gets to play with the boys and ours, and even gets to wear one when its time to 'be gettable' as she calls it when they go out in the woods. BUT we are down to 3 walkie talkies. One has lost its rechargeable batteries. I thought maybe I could find some pink or purple ones that connect with ours. But I think this is the perfect thing to get her. AND it gives me a few more months till her birthday to find the pink walkie talkies for her.
Although I have lots more to bitch about from the day, I am gona go to bed now. I woke up at 3 am with a miagraine and it hasnt gone away yet. Tomorrow I will tell you about Brett getting in trouble at school. and how fun it was to get them to clean up the yard. Plus how long it took them to find their uniforms for tomorrow. And I just realized, we still dont have our cleats found..
They are these cute canvas tennis shoes, with rhinestones and beads all over them. decorated in dots and flowers and beautiful patterns. Exactly what a wana be princess would wear. AND they come with an icecream cone with lip gloss and body glitter in it! She saw the commercial this morning and would sing the song with them. And tell me how beautiful they were. And how she HAD to have them. The commercial came on at least 30 times. 3 pretty little girls, dancing around showing off their dolled up shoes, flashing them to catch the eye or every little girl in America.
They are called Lelli Kelly's and a French Husband and wife team started making them a little over a decade ago. They are for sale here.
I looked them up on the net. I decided I would get her some. Although by looking at me you would never know it, Shoes are my weakness. I ADORE shoes. I can only wear crocs, due to a cruel foot inheritance, but I have passed my shoe fetish on to my little prima donna and buy her cute ones when ever I find them on clearence.
Well, My darling, and most loved daughter. My favorite girl, and spoilt darlin will NOT and I repeat NOT be getting these. 80 freakin dollars for a pair of canvas tennis shoes? with rhinestones glued on them? NOT NO, but HELL NO!
I dont even buy clothes for my kids unless they are on clearence. it has to be a REALLY cute outfit, one that I just CANT live with out for me to spend more than 12 bucks on it.
But my darling sweet beauty queen will be getting some chelly-rays. I will buy a bedazzler, some rhinestones and beads, fire up the glue gun ( dont tell BR I have one.. I am banned from sharp knives, corded saws and glue guns) and go to town on some itty bitty plain ole tennies, makin her the belle of the ball.
I fiqure I can make her 4 pair of shoes, to match her new dresses that my mom made for 3 bucks apeice and STILL have some money left over for some cute tights.
My only saving grace is she is too young to read and wont know the sole of the shoes dont have the high priced name on them.
My sister in law called this evening, she said she had went to town looking for some of the shoes. She hadnt seen the commercial, so she just had Rayleys description to go by. I told her the price. She was astounded to say the least.
She offered to buy me some rhinestones. I told her that would be great.
I think we will bombard little miss with bejeweled shoes on Matts birthday. I had planned to get her some walkie talkies. But couldnt find any pink ones. I know she wants one. She gets to play with the boys and ours, and even gets to wear one when its time to 'be gettable' as she calls it when they go out in the woods. BUT we are down to 3 walkie talkies. One has lost its rechargeable batteries. I thought maybe I could find some pink or purple ones that connect with ours. But I think this is the perfect thing to get her. AND it gives me a few more months till her birthday to find the pink walkie talkies for her.
Although I have lots more to bitch about from the day, I am gona go to bed now. I woke up at 3 am with a miagraine and it hasnt gone away yet. Tomorrow I will tell you about Brett getting in trouble at school. and how fun it was to get them to clean up the yard. Plus how long it took them to find their uniforms for tomorrow. And I just realized, we still dont have our cleats found..
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Why I never try to fix anything.
Last Night I could feel a little ickiness coming on so I took a sudafed. I hate taking sudafed. It makes my brain feel like a ping pong ball bouncing around in my head. Plus I cant really fall asleep.
At 12:30 I went to sleep. At 2:30 I was woken up by a loud commercial. why do they do this? the program will be so low you have to turn it up full blast, but the commercials are so loud on the lowest setting that you can hear them outside.
I woke up, turned down the TV, turned back on Antiques roadshow ( I fall asleep watching that everynight off the DVR.) and there was a chirping. it was a smoke alarm with a low battery. Except I have electric ones. They are on a breaker. I am not sure I like the thought of that, but anyway, its how they are. SO why in the hell do they chirp? I tried to ignore it. Eventually I fell back asleep. The chirping has been going on for a few days, off and on. But it hasnt been this loud.
When Antiques roadshow went off it woke me up because it was dead silence. Except for the annoying little chirp.
I turned it back on and went back to sleep.
At 4 am I was awake again. The baby was snoring. So loud he woke me back up. By now the DVR has went into automatic download mode. You cant turn it on, or anything until it gets done. I hate that. Oh and there was the damn agervating chirp.
Finally I went BACK to sleep. At 6:45 BR came home and woke me up. I was sleeping so soundly at that point. He said I should go on to bed ( I was asleep on the couch) cause it was too cold in here for Bow. It wasnt, the child is a furnace and was soaking wet from sweat as always. But he had already gotten him and started that way. I drug myself off the couch, got a diaper and hoped I could get bright eyes back to sleep. At least I couldnt hear the damn annoying chirp from in there.
I mentioned it to him. He said "what chirp?, I dont hear anything."
I told him it was in Rayley's room and you could hear it from the living room.
"I dont know, I havent heard it. Whats it sound like?"
A FREAKIN CHIRP! an ANNOYING FREAKIN CHIRP!
I did fiqure out why he wanted me to go to bed. He had been out working all night and it had turned cold. He was a freakin ice cube. So I had a furnace on one side and an ice cube on the other. I should have just let him take Bow to bed and they could have leveled each other out.
I got to sleep about 30 minutes after I went in there. He had turned on Gladiator (his fall asleep movie of choice on the DVR) and was snoring before the freakin words came up on the screen. BUT I know from 14 years of marriage that if you change the channel, even when he is snoring he will wake up, and ask why you did that. Then complain for the next 3 hours how what ever it is that you are watching is keeping him awake.
It was about 7:30 before I got to sleep. Then at 8:15 I was awoken by the phone. Seriously. The PHONE. My kids are gone for the night. I am sleeping, BOW is sleeping. I dont HAVE to get up and someone calls at 8:15.
It was my grandfather. I should have known. He wont call at 8. That might be too early. BUt its no holds barred at 8:15. That is when all of the free world should be awake.
He hung up right before I could get there. And do you know what I heard upon walking into the living room? YEP. A DAMN CHIRP! I decided it was time to either fix the alarm or find the bird and kill it, I searched out the cordless phone, tried to soothe Bow, who I had woken up trying to get untangled from frosty and the flash, and after I dialed he didnt answer for 6 rings. Then he said "are you alseep?"
NOPE! I am awake.
I put Bow down, started talking to him and trying to find something tall enough to stand on to reach the stupid fire alarm.
"whats that?"
"whats WHAT?"
"that pinging"
Okay, this man couldnt hear a buffalo fart next to him, but he hears a ping over the phone at 8 in the morning.
"its not a ping, its a chirp"
"sounds like a ping to me"
"well it aint"
"Huh?"
I told him what it was. He told me to change the batteries and they wont do that. I told him they were on an electric circut. He asked if I was sure.
I told him YES.
He wanted to know how I knew.
Other than the fact that it was messed up when we got the house and they had to rewire it, the breaker box says that number 14 is the fire alarms.
He asked if the breaker was messed up. Nope. First thing I checked. I had even reflipped it incase it was flipped, but didnt look flipped.
I drug a stool in there to stand on and balanced my way up on it.
Then he asked for my address, I started to tell him. "1278..." I am Eight inches too short. i have to stand on the stool and look strait up, and I cant quite reach the alarm.
"whats that?"
"My address" I started looking for something to poke at the annoying white cylender from hell with.
"12784?"
"well thats the first part of it. 12784 RR 839" AHA! her Beauty Pagent trophy's.. IF I cant prod it into silence I will beat it into oblivion.
"wait, your address is 6 numbers?"
"yep" I started poking with the beauty queens outstretched arm. But it was too wide, and wouldnt hit the little button. I am poking with one arm, looking strait up and trying to maintain my balance while holding the phone.
"thats wierd"
"thats what they gave me" I swear, there should BE SOMETHING here...
"okay, so what is it?"
"12784 RR 839" There we go, an unused pencil. One of the many we are always trying to find come homework time.
"what the RR stand for?"
"Retard Route." To get the pencil I had to get DOWN off the stool; its not really a stool, its a kitchen stool/chair/ladder thing. Most folks' grandma's had them in their houses. Neat little thing, the steps fold up and slide under it and it has 4 legs that it stands on, but they are not real sturdy, Its missing 2 of its rubber boots, on opposite sids. Plus I am blind as a bat, trying to hold the phone between my cheek and shoulder, just woke up, am dealing with someone who I am not sure isnt starting to suffer from dememtia, AND this DAMN THING IS chirping like a hungry freakin baby bird.
"huh?"
"RECREATIONAL ROAD"
Now remember I still have this INSESENT chirping that is SO loud when you are in the room with it. And I have a goofball on the phone.
"okay so what else?"
"nothing else"
"thats it?"
"yep" I say as I am prodding with my newly found prize, holding it by my finger tips, at the little white button that is recessed on this torture device.
"city and state?"
"yes, I have to have a city and state on my mail for it to be delivered here."
"what about a zip?"
"Yep, since about 1963. They have been in effect."
"same as mine?" He says, right BEFORE teh ALARM goes off! Apparently, if you hit the button and HOLD it down for a few seconds, it will 'test' the alarm. Sending SHRILL beeps all through the house.
"YES, since you live less than an 1/8th of a mile from me, its the same as yours."
"wonder why my address is so easy and yours is so long?"
"I live off the actual HIGHWAY, and YOU live off a Country Road that breaks OFF the highway" Ahhh, I got the SHRILL BEEPIN to stop and now its quiet again.
"oh.. I reckon I do."
"so what do you need the address for?" I started to climb back down, slung the pencil as far into the recesses of her bedroom as I could and headed back to the kitchen to find caffine.
"Well, Matts birthday is coming up, you did remember didnt you?"
"yep. I remembered." I said, right as it CHIRPED once more.
"well I didnt know if you would have the party before I got home or not."
"when are you coming home?"
"we will be done on Friday, and start out that night or early saturday, we'll be home by Saturday afternoon"
"I wasnt gona have it before Saturday afternoon anyway, and his birthday is not till Sunday"
"oh, so you think you can hold off on it till we get there?"
"well yeah, its not like its a big production and My dad is coming in for it, so if y'all can make it that afternoon let meknow and we will try to make it convienent."
"okay. Are you looking at Saturday or Sunday?" didnt we JUST go over this?
"Saturday if possible, but if your job isnt over till Saturday we will do it on Sunday"
"okay, well if you dont mind planning it for Sunday, that way we will be sure to be there."
"no problem, I dont mind a bit"
"so is it gona be at Jeans again?"
"no, I thought it would be here, We have imposed on her too much"
"oh, well Jeanies been doing them for a few years now, so I fiqured......"
"she did them LAST year, and I thought we would let it be here again, like it was the year before"
"oh, well, I'm gona send his card. We might not get in till late Sunday night and wont be able to make it."
"alrighty."
HUH! So I was right, having those parties over there was ALL to make his wife happy. Oh well.
The kids were dropped off around 10. Amanda didnt even sit down, she ran in, dropped them off, talked about 5 words and hauled butt. The boys were mildly annoyed at Rayley. She kept asking for some lolly calli shoes. And singing this off the wall song. and then BEGGIN for some lolly cally shoes again.. They said it was something to do with shoes, make up and a locket or some such...
I asked her what she was talking about. She said something about a commercial, and it was on TV, and the shoes were princess shoes, and they had spots and dots and were pink and colorful, and ....
I swear with in the first 3 minutes of them being home I could feel the vien in my forehead start to expand. Dangerously.
I told them that we had to get ALL the laundry done up today. to PLEASE go find EVERYTHIN they had in their rooms that I needed to get washed.
They grumbled and groaned then started that way.
I went to their door to ask what they wanted for lunch. And I heard
"is that all of it?"
"yeah"
"well dont stuff ALL of it under there"
"why not?"
"if we come out of here and dont have ANY clothes she will know something is up"
"oh your right"
"wait dont put that one in there"
"why not?"
"cause she just folded it and gave it to us to put up yesterday,"
"oh yea.. she might realize we hadnt worn it yet"
"be sure to get the hangers out of the shirts, 'member she caught us last time cause of that!"
"oh yea..."
They came out with a small pile. I decided right then and there to make chili for lunch.
"here are all the clothes"
"oh good, thats not much, I will get them done up in a little while"
"okay, can we go play till lunch?"
"sure!"
"whats for lunch?"
"chili"
"I HATE CHILI!"
"I know,--- are you sure you got all the clothes?"
"yep"
"then go play"
out they went. I went and got about 3 loads of clothes from the laundry room, took them in their room, put them on the bed, found their stash, piled them on top and called them back in.
"I found the clothes in y'alls room."
"what clothes?"
"Matt did that!"
"nu-uh" you did it too!"
"doesnt matter, y'all get it started."
They drug it all out, and got started. The seperated it, started a load and then with out me saying a word took out and folded the load I had in the dryer.
THey got 2 loads done and my other sister in law called. She wanted to take them to the air show in town.
I told her they could go and she said she would be by in about an hour. I made them do up the other load of laundry and told them they needed to get dressed.
Rayley was still running around singing about some lally callie girls and their beautiful. The boys were ready to stick a sock in her mouth and I was close behind them. I DONT have a clue what she is saying.
When Suzie got here the boys ran out QUICK. I told them I would wait on them to get any more laundry done.
Once they left I did get a little cleaning done, but not much, Bow kept waking up. THen BR woke up and somehow we decided to think about moving the furniture around.
HE got ready and went to work, and the kids got home a little while later. I told them I had a special project and needed their help. They came in and we got started. First we had to clean. and pick up everything, and find places for all kinds of junk.
There was NO way in Hell I was gona subject myself to moving furniture and all that with BR's help. NOT gona happen. I dont even put up the Christmas tree if he is home.
After about 45 minutes I fiqure out that doing it with kids was also not easy. They wanted to help, and would start something but would get distracted and not finish it.
Then I had to find some coax, I was moving the TV to the other side of the room and needed about 15 more feet. I looked for about 30 minutes till I found some. I started unhooking everything and got it all taken apart, then I checked the coax to make sure it was good. I wasnt gona wait till the last to do that. Sometimes I DO think ahead.
I had them still picking stuff up and I got the drill. I started to drill a hole in the floor for the coax to run through. You'da thought I was tearing down the house peice by peice. Rayley kept tellingme that daddy was gona be so mad at me. SHe was convinced I would get a whoopin, get grounded AND loose my movie privledges.
ANd the boys couldnt belive I would drill a hole in the floor. They wanted to do it so bad. THey kept begging to. Finaly I got it big enough and showed them how we were going to stick it through. But first I had to poke a hole through the insulation. I sent Brett under the house to find where I was poking the hanger and told him to rip a small hole in the plastic liner.
He wanted my assurance that he wouldnt get in trouble. I promised him he wouldnt and out he went. after about 15 minutes I crawled under there and did it myself.
We got that ran and I got the satalite box set back up. Then it was time to move the TV. Its a big screen, and a new one, but not a light weight one. WIth Bretts help ( not really ) I was able to get it across the floor and onto the stand. I ended up dragging it and him most of the way.
Then I started vacumming. And then after 5 minutes I had to take it apart to unclog it. I did this 3 times.
Once the HUGE mess was made, stuff all out of place and my nerves were frayed, the kids decided it wasnt as fun as it looked. Once this realization was made I couldnt get them to stay on task for anything in the world. I begged, I pleaded, I threatened, and I hollered.
And Bow Hollered. He would be happy for a few minutes then want to be held. UNLESS I turned on the vaccumm, he could be screaming his fool head off, tears streaming, and red all over, then you turn on that vacuum and BOOM, its a new baby. He stops crying, and starts staring. He is entranced with it. I might start using it as a distraction.
I also had to switch a phone line. I have 4 lines coming into the house, 3 are for the main number and 1 is for the puter. There is a main number line over where the TV used to be, but the couch is now. ANd the puter line is where the TV is now. So I was just going to switch those two out. I got Matt with me and we went outside so I could get it switched over. I sent him under the house to pull on the one that was closest to me. It was the one that I needed to make the puter line. He tugged on one. I started to unscrew it. Then he decided it was a differnt one. I told him to double check. He was sure. Then maybe he wasnt so sure.
I decided to go adn do it my own self.
Once I got down on my belly for the second time and inched my way under the house, I realized what was wrong.
I had forgotten that all the lines go into the house in the same place. I had laid the lines when it was still in two peices to avoid drilling holes in the floor. We couldnt fiqure out what went where.
So I started just unhooking lines. I sent Matt in the house to get me the cordless phone and to hook up the corded phone to the old home/new puter line.
I unhooked the first line and hooked it back. Nope. I wasnt able to get him to answer. And my phone went dead while I was trying. I had gotten the one with a dead battery. So I went back in and got another one. I tried the second line. actually, since I know my luck, I picked the second line to try. THen opted to go for the one that would have been third. that should make things go smoother.
I got them all hooked back up and tried to call. Phone was dead again. well this was the 2nd of the 3 phones. It kept searching, and wouldnt let me make the call. I went in and got the last of the cordless phones. TOld the kids to quit roughousing and told Matt to keep an eye on that phone. I would be calling it to test it out in just a minute.
Nope. another dead end. So that means the LAST one is the one that is going to work. I really thought I had gotten one over on old Murphy. But alas, the cadgey old snot is always one ahead of me.
I got it hooked up, Still had a dial tone on the house phone , and called the puter phone. Sure enough, it rang! Then Matt picked it up.
"uhhhhh.. Hello?" And I hear in the back ground. "dont answer that, its moms computer calling, you'll mess it up!"
I said "Matt"
"huh?"
"Matt is that you?"
"yeah, who's this?"
"its your mom"
"where you at?"
I just hung up. Bill Engvall would have a feild day at this house.
During all this Bow was not a happy camper, Rayley did try to keep him sorta entertained and he would laugh and smile at her till her lolly colly shoes song got on his nerves too. Then she would want to dust. So I would give her a rag and tell her to dust something.. That is NOT what she wanted to dust..
I got the couch moved, and BR's chair. All that was really left was just the trash that was from under the couch and stuff.
I called my mother in law over to see if she wanted a DVD holder I had. She came and got it and played with Bow for a few minutes. She liked the living room like this. Rayley got in her lap too, and started to tell her all about the freakin lololoy cally shoes. How pretty they were, and to please buy her some. the boys were at the end of their rope. I was close and noone could really understand what she was talking about. The boys tried to tell me, something about having to call to order them.
So I called Amanda and asked what the hell she had found this on and what was it!
She said she didnt know, it was channel 174 or 175, a commercial during cartoons, and Rayley had asked her for them too, and her Uncle Luke told her to buy them so she was gona check at walmart tomorrow. I said that BRett and Matt said it was a mail order thing. She said no, that was something else she had wanted before she saw the shoes.
Now we are on an all out search for these freaking shoes. I have watched the cartoon channels ALL night trying to see the commercial again.. Her daddy told me to wait till in the morning, turn it on cartoons and tell her to pause the TV when the commercial came on so I could get them for her. I told him I didnt want to watch cartoons all day. He didnt seem to care. Then he pointed out that if I didnt do this, she would continue to sing the song, ask for us to 'bry' her them with every breath and drive us all nuts.
I reckon I will be watching cartoons tomorrow.
We did get the living room done. I havent told BR yet. And the boys got 5 loads of laundry done. I only have about 4 more to go. I think.. Plus all their blankets and sheets and such.
Oh and BR's uniforms. I have to get those done first thing. since he is out. the living room is more open. Lots more room, BUT the way I moved the couch I am now on the left side. I am sitting on the left arm of it, my drink is on my left, the computer is more leftish and I cant get comfertable. Maybe I will get used to it. I hope.
I got all the kids bathed and in bed, or I thought I did. Till Rayley came in here all upset. Something about her bird dying.
Between the tears and incoherant speach I finally fiqured out she thought she had a bird that lived in her room and now it was gone. And we had to find it cause it was sick and had died in her room.
At 12:30 I went to sleep. At 2:30 I was woken up by a loud commercial. why do they do this? the program will be so low you have to turn it up full blast, but the commercials are so loud on the lowest setting that you can hear them outside.
I woke up, turned down the TV, turned back on Antiques roadshow ( I fall asleep watching that everynight off the DVR.) and there was a chirping. it was a smoke alarm with a low battery. Except I have electric ones. They are on a breaker. I am not sure I like the thought of that, but anyway, its how they are. SO why in the hell do they chirp? I tried to ignore it. Eventually I fell back asleep. The chirping has been going on for a few days, off and on. But it hasnt been this loud.
When Antiques roadshow went off it woke me up because it was dead silence. Except for the annoying little chirp.
I turned it back on and went back to sleep.
At 4 am I was awake again. The baby was snoring. So loud he woke me back up. By now the DVR has went into automatic download mode. You cant turn it on, or anything until it gets done. I hate that. Oh and there was the damn agervating chirp.
Finally I went BACK to sleep. At 6:45 BR came home and woke me up. I was sleeping so soundly at that point. He said I should go on to bed ( I was asleep on the couch) cause it was too cold in here for Bow. It wasnt, the child is a furnace and was soaking wet from sweat as always. But he had already gotten him and started that way. I drug myself off the couch, got a diaper and hoped I could get bright eyes back to sleep. At least I couldnt hear the damn annoying chirp from in there.
I mentioned it to him. He said "what chirp?, I dont hear anything."
I told him it was in Rayley's room and you could hear it from the living room.
"I dont know, I havent heard it. Whats it sound like?"
A FREAKIN CHIRP! an ANNOYING FREAKIN CHIRP!
I did fiqure out why he wanted me to go to bed. He had been out working all night and it had turned cold. He was a freakin ice cube. So I had a furnace on one side and an ice cube on the other. I should have just let him take Bow to bed and they could have leveled each other out.
I got to sleep about 30 minutes after I went in there. He had turned on Gladiator (his fall asleep movie of choice on the DVR) and was snoring before the freakin words came up on the screen. BUT I know from 14 years of marriage that if you change the channel, even when he is snoring he will wake up, and ask why you did that. Then complain for the next 3 hours how what ever it is that you are watching is keeping him awake.
It was about 7:30 before I got to sleep. Then at 8:15 I was awoken by the phone. Seriously. The PHONE. My kids are gone for the night. I am sleeping, BOW is sleeping. I dont HAVE to get up and someone calls at 8:15.
It was my grandfather. I should have known. He wont call at 8. That might be too early. BUt its no holds barred at 8:15. That is when all of the free world should be awake.
He hung up right before I could get there. And do you know what I heard upon walking into the living room? YEP. A DAMN CHIRP! I decided it was time to either fix the alarm or find the bird and kill it, I searched out the cordless phone, tried to soothe Bow, who I had woken up trying to get untangled from frosty and the flash, and after I dialed he didnt answer for 6 rings. Then he said "are you alseep?"
NOPE! I am awake.
I put Bow down, started talking to him and trying to find something tall enough to stand on to reach the stupid fire alarm.
"whats that?"
"whats WHAT?"
"that pinging"
Okay, this man couldnt hear a buffalo fart next to him, but he hears a ping over the phone at 8 in the morning.
"its not a ping, its a chirp"
"sounds like a ping to me"
"well it aint"
"Huh?"
I told him what it was. He told me to change the batteries and they wont do that. I told him they were on an electric circut. He asked if I was sure.
I told him YES.
He wanted to know how I knew.
Other than the fact that it was messed up when we got the house and they had to rewire it, the breaker box says that number 14 is the fire alarms.
He asked if the breaker was messed up. Nope. First thing I checked. I had even reflipped it incase it was flipped, but didnt look flipped.
I drug a stool in there to stand on and balanced my way up on it.
Then he asked for my address, I started to tell him. "1278..." I am Eight inches too short. i have to stand on the stool and look strait up, and I cant quite reach the alarm.
"whats that?"
"My address" I started looking for something to poke at the annoying white cylender from hell with.
"12784?"
"well thats the first part of it. 12784 RR 839" AHA! her Beauty Pagent trophy's.. IF I cant prod it into silence I will beat it into oblivion.
"wait, your address is 6 numbers?"
"yep" I started poking with the beauty queens outstretched arm. But it was too wide, and wouldnt hit the little button. I am poking with one arm, looking strait up and trying to maintain my balance while holding the phone.
"thats wierd"
"thats what they gave me" I swear, there should BE SOMETHING here...
"okay, so what is it?"
"12784 RR 839" There we go, an unused pencil. One of the many we are always trying to find come homework time.
"what the RR stand for?"
"Retard Route." To get the pencil I had to get DOWN off the stool; its not really a stool, its a kitchen stool/chair/ladder thing. Most folks' grandma's had them in their houses. Neat little thing, the steps fold up and slide under it and it has 4 legs that it stands on, but they are not real sturdy, Its missing 2 of its rubber boots, on opposite sids. Plus I am blind as a bat, trying to hold the phone between my cheek and shoulder, just woke up, am dealing with someone who I am not sure isnt starting to suffer from dememtia, AND this DAMN THING IS chirping like a hungry freakin baby bird.
"huh?"
"RECREATIONAL ROAD"
Now remember I still have this INSESENT chirping that is SO loud when you are in the room with it. And I have a goofball on the phone.
"okay so what else?"
"nothing else"
"thats it?"
"yep" I say as I am prodding with my newly found prize, holding it by my finger tips, at the little white button that is recessed on this torture device.
"city and state?"
"yes, I have to have a city and state on my mail for it to be delivered here."
"what about a zip?"
"Yep, since about 1963. They have been in effect."
"same as mine?" He says, right BEFORE teh ALARM goes off! Apparently, if you hit the button and HOLD it down for a few seconds, it will 'test' the alarm. Sending SHRILL beeps all through the house.
"YES, since you live less than an 1/8th of a mile from me, its the same as yours."
"wonder why my address is so easy and yours is so long?"
"I live off the actual HIGHWAY, and YOU live off a Country Road that breaks OFF the highway" Ahhh, I got the SHRILL BEEPIN to stop and now its quiet again.
"oh.. I reckon I do."
"so what do you need the address for?" I started to climb back down, slung the pencil as far into the recesses of her bedroom as I could and headed back to the kitchen to find caffine.
"Well, Matts birthday is coming up, you did remember didnt you?"
"yep. I remembered." I said, right as it CHIRPED once more.
"well I didnt know if you would have the party before I got home or not."
"when are you coming home?"
"we will be done on Friday, and start out that night or early saturday, we'll be home by Saturday afternoon"
"I wasnt gona have it before Saturday afternoon anyway, and his birthday is not till Sunday"
"oh, so you think you can hold off on it till we get there?"
"well yeah, its not like its a big production and My dad is coming in for it, so if y'all can make it that afternoon let meknow and we will try to make it convienent."
"okay. Are you looking at Saturday or Sunday?" didnt we JUST go over this?
"Saturday if possible, but if your job isnt over till Saturday we will do it on Sunday"
"okay, well if you dont mind planning it for Sunday, that way we will be sure to be there."
"no problem, I dont mind a bit"
"so is it gona be at Jeans again?"
"no, I thought it would be here, We have imposed on her too much"
"oh, well Jeanies been doing them for a few years now, so I fiqured......"
"she did them LAST year, and I thought we would let it be here again, like it was the year before"
"oh, well, I'm gona send his card. We might not get in till late Sunday night and wont be able to make it."
"alrighty."
HUH! So I was right, having those parties over there was ALL to make his wife happy. Oh well.
The kids were dropped off around 10. Amanda didnt even sit down, she ran in, dropped them off, talked about 5 words and hauled butt. The boys were mildly annoyed at Rayley. She kept asking for some lolly calli shoes. And singing this off the wall song. and then BEGGIN for some lolly cally shoes again.. They said it was something to do with shoes, make up and a locket or some such...
I asked her what she was talking about. She said something about a commercial, and it was on TV, and the shoes were princess shoes, and they had spots and dots and were pink and colorful, and ....
I swear with in the first 3 minutes of them being home I could feel the vien in my forehead start to expand. Dangerously.
I told them that we had to get ALL the laundry done up today. to PLEASE go find EVERYTHIN they had in their rooms that I needed to get washed.
They grumbled and groaned then started that way.
I went to their door to ask what they wanted for lunch. And I heard
"is that all of it?"
"yeah"
"well dont stuff ALL of it under there"
"why not?"
"if we come out of here and dont have ANY clothes she will know something is up"
"oh your right"
"wait dont put that one in there"
"why not?"
"cause she just folded it and gave it to us to put up yesterday,"
"oh yea.. she might realize we hadnt worn it yet"
"be sure to get the hangers out of the shirts, 'member she caught us last time cause of that!"
"oh yea..."
They came out with a small pile. I decided right then and there to make chili for lunch.
"here are all the clothes"
"oh good, thats not much, I will get them done up in a little while"
"okay, can we go play till lunch?"
"sure!"
"whats for lunch?"
"chili"
"I HATE CHILI!"
"I know,--- are you sure you got all the clothes?"
"yep"
"then go play"
out they went. I went and got about 3 loads of clothes from the laundry room, took them in their room, put them on the bed, found their stash, piled them on top and called them back in.
"I found the clothes in y'alls room."
"what clothes?"
"Matt did that!"
"nu-uh" you did it too!"
"doesnt matter, y'all get it started."
They drug it all out, and got started. The seperated it, started a load and then with out me saying a word took out and folded the load I had in the dryer.
THey got 2 loads done and my other sister in law called. She wanted to take them to the air show in town.
I told her they could go and she said she would be by in about an hour. I made them do up the other load of laundry and told them they needed to get dressed.
Rayley was still running around singing about some lally callie girls and their beautiful. The boys were ready to stick a sock in her mouth and I was close behind them. I DONT have a clue what she is saying.
When Suzie got here the boys ran out QUICK. I told them I would wait on them to get any more laundry done.
Once they left I did get a little cleaning done, but not much, Bow kept waking up. THen BR woke up and somehow we decided to think about moving the furniture around.
HE got ready and went to work, and the kids got home a little while later. I told them I had a special project and needed their help. They came in and we got started. First we had to clean. and pick up everything, and find places for all kinds of junk.
There was NO way in Hell I was gona subject myself to moving furniture and all that with BR's help. NOT gona happen. I dont even put up the Christmas tree if he is home.
After about 45 minutes I fiqure out that doing it with kids was also not easy. They wanted to help, and would start something but would get distracted and not finish it.
Then I had to find some coax, I was moving the TV to the other side of the room and needed about 15 more feet. I looked for about 30 minutes till I found some. I started unhooking everything and got it all taken apart, then I checked the coax to make sure it was good. I wasnt gona wait till the last to do that. Sometimes I DO think ahead.
I had them still picking stuff up and I got the drill. I started to drill a hole in the floor for the coax to run through. You'da thought I was tearing down the house peice by peice. Rayley kept tellingme that daddy was gona be so mad at me. SHe was convinced I would get a whoopin, get grounded AND loose my movie privledges.
ANd the boys couldnt belive I would drill a hole in the floor. They wanted to do it so bad. THey kept begging to. Finaly I got it big enough and showed them how we were going to stick it through. But first I had to poke a hole through the insulation. I sent Brett under the house to find where I was poking the hanger and told him to rip a small hole in the plastic liner.
He wanted my assurance that he wouldnt get in trouble. I promised him he wouldnt and out he went. after about 15 minutes I crawled under there and did it myself.
We got that ran and I got the satalite box set back up. Then it was time to move the TV. Its a big screen, and a new one, but not a light weight one. WIth Bretts help ( not really ) I was able to get it across the floor and onto the stand. I ended up dragging it and him most of the way.
Then I started vacumming. And then after 5 minutes I had to take it apart to unclog it. I did this 3 times.
Once the HUGE mess was made, stuff all out of place and my nerves were frayed, the kids decided it wasnt as fun as it looked. Once this realization was made I couldnt get them to stay on task for anything in the world. I begged, I pleaded, I threatened, and I hollered.
And Bow Hollered. He would be happy for a few minutes then want to be held. UNLESS I turned on the vaccumm, he could be screaming his fool head off, tears streaming, and red all over, then you turn on that vacuum and BOOM, its a new baby. He stops crying, and starts staring. He is entranced with it. I might start using it as a distraction.
I also had to switch a phone line. I have 4 lines coming into the house, 3 are for the main number and 1 is for the puter. There is a main number line over where the TV used to be, but the couch is now. ANd the puter line is where the TV is now. So I was just going to switch those two out. I got Matt with me and we went outside so I could get it switched over. I sent him under the house to pull on the one that was closest to me. It was the one that I needed to make the puter line. He tugged on one. I started to unscrew it. Then he decided it was a differnt one. I told him to double check. He was sure. Then maybe he wasnt so sure.
I decided to go adn do it my own self.
Once I got down on my belly for the second time and inched my way under the house, I realized what was wrong.
I had forgotten that all the lines go into the house in the same place. I had laid the lines when it was still in two peices to avoid drilling holes in the floor. We couldnt fiqure out what went where.
So I started just unhooking lines. I sent Matt in the house to get me the cordless phone and to hook up the corded phone to the old home/new puter line.
I unhooked the first line and hooked it back. Nope. I wasnt able to get him to answer. And my phone went dead while I was trying. I had gotten the one with a dead battery. So I went back in and got another one. I tried the second line. actually, since I know my luck, I picked the second line to try. THen opted to go for the one that would have been third. that should make things go smoother.
I got them all hooked back up and tried to call. Phone was dead again. well this was the 2nd of the 3 phones. It kept searching, and wouldnt let me make the call. I went in and got the last of the cordless phones. TOld the kids to quit roughousing and told Matt to keep an eye on that phone. I would be calling it to test it out in just a minute.
Nope. another dead end. So that means the LAST one is the one that is going to work. I really thought I had gotten one over on old Murphy. But alas, the cadgey old snot is always one ahead of me.
I got it hooked up, Still had a dial tone on the house phone , and called the puter phone. Sure enough, it rang! Then Matt picked it up.
"uhhhhh.. Hello?" And I hear in the back ground. "dont answer that, its moms computer calling, you'll mess it up!"
I said "Matt"
"huh?"
"Matt is that you?"
"yeah, who's this?"
"its your mom"
"where you at?"
I just hung up. Bill Engvall would have a feild day at this house.
During all this Bow was not a happy camper, Rayley did try to keep him sorta entertained and he would laugh and smile at her till her lolly colly shoes song got on his nerves too. Then she would want to dust. So I would give her a rag and tell her to dust something.. That is NOT what she wanted to dust..
I got the couch moved, and BR's chair. All that was really left was just the trash that was from under the couch and stuff.
I called my mother in law over to see if she wanted a DVD holder I had. She came and got it and played with Bow for a few minutes. She liked the living room like this. Rayley got in her lap too, and started to tell her all about the freakin lololoy cally shoes. How pretty they were, and to please buy her some. the boys were at the end of their rope. I was close and noone could really understand what she was talking about. The boys tried to tell me, something about having to call to order them.
So I called Amanda and asked what the hell she had found this on and what was it!
She said she didnt know, it was channel 174 or 175, a commercial during cartoons, and Rayley had asked her for them too, and her Uncle Luke told her to buy them so she was gona check at walmart tomorrow. I said that BRett and Matt said it was a mail order thing. She said no, that was something else she had wanted before she saw the shoes.
Now we are on an all out search for these freaking shoes. I have watched the cartoon channels ALL night trying to see the commercial again.. Her daddy told me to wait till in the morning, turn it on cartoons and tell her to pause the TV when the commercial came on so I could get them for her. I told him I didnt want to watch cartoons all day. He didnt seem to care. Then he pointed out that if I didnt do this, she would continue to sing the song, ask for us to 'bry' her them with every breath and drive us all nuts.
I reckon I will be watching cartoons tomorrow.
We did get the living room done. I havent told BR yet. And the boys got 5 loads of laundry done. I only have about 4 more to go. I think.. Plus all their blankets and sheets and such.
Oh and BR's uniforms. I have to get those done first thing. since he is out. the living room is more open. Lots more room, BUT the way I moved the couch I am now on the left side. I am sitting on the left arm of it, my drink is on my left, the computer is more leftish and I cant get comfertable. Maybe I will get used to it. I hope.
I got all the kids bathed and in bed, or I thought I did. Till Rayley came in here all upset. Something about her bird dying.
Between the tears and incoherant speach I finally fiqured out she thought she had a bird that lived in her room and now it was gone. And we had to find it cause it was sick and had died in her room.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Just another lazy saturday
I am ALONE!
well not really. Bow is still here. I am not sure why everyone is so afraid of him. I mean he is just a teeny, tiny, little 15 pound bundle of joy. One that you have to hold. ALL THE TIME!
He was SO good today at the ballpark. Honestly, he stayed in his stroller and watched us the entire time. I kid you not. He was wonderful.
I woke up late today. The dog woke me up wanting out. It was 9:40. We had to leave here at 10:30. I came into the livingroom and the boys were up and watching cartoons. I asked them why the dog wasnt outside. "what dog?"
"the one that was wanting out..."
"oh, we just thought she wanted to play with us."
"Yeah, I am sure she would have. BUT she wanted OUT to do it!"
"oh, well I'll let her out now"
"its too late NOW, I am already up!"
"oh, well in that case can you make us breakfast?"
I told them to eat cereal, we had to get ready and go. About that time BR got up. He decided to make pancakes. Much as I appriciate this I wasnt looking forward to it. He wanted the mixing bowl with a spout. I had used it last night and forgot to turn on the dishwasher. He wanted the 2 cup measureing cup. Same thing. for both of them. Then the pancake mix I bought wasnt the right one. I told him it was just as easy to make them from scratch. but he wanted to gripe cause I got the one you had to add egg and oil and milk to. Not just water.
I went to get ready. Then he came and got me and told me he had made me some too. I dont have time to eat. Bow still needs a bath, the kids are not dressed, and it was alredy 10:15. But instead of hurting his feelings I ate and then tried to get everyone ready. Brett couldnt find his uniform. This is NOT my fault. I tell them to put them in a pillow case that I have JUST for their uniforms and I wash whats in that pillow case. His wasnt there. I am not gonna beg him to find the stuff for me to wash. He didnt even need to wear it today. Matt was the one taking pictures. He was convinced he wouldnt be able to practice good if he wasnt in uniform. He cant even spell supersticious ( and neither can I) but he is already holding true to the baseball tradition.
Since BR was with us and driving we ended up 5 minutes late. But it was okay, they wernt waiting on us or anything. Of course he ran down to the field and was first in line to get his single picture taken. By the time I got Bow out and down there he was done. I took one look at him and could have screamed. He had his pants legs pulled down over his calves instead of bunched up at his knees, his belt had missed a loop and he had one sock inside out.
I had been trying to dress Bow when he walked out of his room, putting on my shoes when he got in the truck and putting the baby in the stroller when he ran to the field. I usually do an inspection before I let the kids out of my sight but sometimes I miss them. I HAD looked into the back seat on the way to town and noticed he had the yellow shirt on that he had slept in UNDER his jersey shirt.
I have to get on him daily about this. You have to be specific when you tell him to put on a shirt. You have to tell him to TAKE OFF his previous shirt before telling him to put on another.
The photographer was more than willing to retake his pics when I explained what was wrong. She just laughed and said "I am sorry I didnt notice". She has a boy, so she understands. Luckily they didnt do the group shot yet. That in itself was a circus. I know how hard it is to get my 4 to look at the camera and smile for a pic. But dealing with 11 kids is beyond comprehension on the difficulty and logistics of making them sit still, smile, hold the position, not give each other rabbit ears, not stick out their tounges, balance on one knee, hold a bat with out hitting everyone else, look up, smile, open their eyes, quit squirming, quit laughing at the one making funny noises, and stop trying to make each other fall over.
I was so glad when it was done. I think next year I am going to suggest we make them run the feild at least 3 times before lining them up to take the pic. Get them a little tired.
Once they were done BR took our two and started to practice. I had wanted Matts team to practice today. But most of the moms were just not thinking they needed it. And the coach agree'd, See'ins how they won last week and all. Guess they never heard that every once in a while a blind hog will find an acorn too. Honestly, I was kinda glad. After the picture taking debacle I couldnt have stood being around most of them for much longer anyway.
The boys have improved SO much. Brett was catching everything. He missed a few, but most of them were EASY catches. Concidering last game NONE were hit to him I think he is doing wonderful. his throwing is still a little off. But all in all I think he is doing real well. Matt played the infield and we have to really work on him getting down and catching the ball. Oh, he stops it. He will stop it with his foot and then pick it up. Its just not good form.
The boys are really having fun now that they are doing so much better. Lord the trash talk. Brett hollerin at Matt that he throws like a girl. THen Matt hollering back that he cries like a girl when he gets grass burn while diving for a ball.
And BOTH of them hollering at me cause I catch like a girl. I told them I catch like an old, fat woman. And I am the best training tool they have. They shouldnt take for granted that I will try to catch the ball. They have to throw it TO me, for me to catch it. I catch out of defence, not offence. I catch the ball if its gona hit me.
We used the tennis ball to practice short hops. till they realized it didnt hurt. Then it became a dodge ball. I dont dodge real well.
We took them out to eat after the practice and they ate like grown men. I really hate going to Golden Corral. I end up working harder there than if I cook at home.
And I said as much. Brett said "well, if you cooked at home more we'd know and feel sorry for you". Sometimes I could just squeeze that kid till he pops. I end up having to take each one to the buffet and getting them what they want, following them around, getting the 'right' peice of what ever, identifing everything on the line, going back and doing it all over again. The only thing I dont have to do it wash up the dishes. And I actually hardly ever get full. I just get tired of serving food. And all the walking I do uses up what little I do get to eat.
Once they had finished their 3rd plates I let them have desert. They got to get ice cream and put what ever toppings on it they wanted. Matt got the swirl. It was vanilla and orange sherbert. THEN he put crap on top of it. Brett got M&M's and gummybears and red hots. Matt got jelly beans, M&M's, and something else. ON TOP of orange sherbert. They actually ate it. GROSS.
I called my brother in law as we were leaving and told them they could have the kids, we were done with them for the day. I fiqure someone else putting up with the sugar induced activity the icecream and candy will activate is a wonderful end to a great day.
I talked to my dad today. He is going to come and visit for Matts birthday. Thats next weekend. I swear, everytime I get over one birthday, another rolls around. I dont know what we are going to do yet. Just ice cream and cake I know. But I dont know where. The last year each kid got to have their party at my great aunts. I know there is a reason for it. I am pretty sure its because my grandfathers wife doesnt like coming to my house cause of my dogs, and cause I let people smoke here. But noone will admit it. They prefer to be nonconfrentational. They think just offering up having a party for them makes it all okay and saves hurt feelings. Not MY feelings, they dont get hurt that easy. But other folks' might.
I went along with it on Matts, then Rayley wanted hers there cause Matt had gotten to, and then of course Brett didnt want to be left out. I am not sure what I am going to do this year. Matt is already asking about it. I wouldnt mind doing some BBQ and just enjoying the day. I really dont know what I am going to get them. I thought about good gloves. But thats real expensive. And my grandmother started something years ago that we have not stopped yet. She actually started it with my cousin and I. but there were 2 of us, and our birthdays were 6 months apart. When the boys were little it wasnt that big of a deal. You just buy something for the other kid not having a birthday. Since around here you have to buy 2 of everything anyway its fine. But as they get older it gets harder.
I will more than likely go with clothes. Its easy. Or new walkie talkies. I think we need new ones. I know we are going to start takeing them to the baseball games. That way I can keep up with everyone :)
I dont do 'kid parties' I have no need. I dont want to one-up anyone, we already have ponies, and honestly, I dont like kids. I hate going to kid birthday parties. Its just a bunch of screaming, running kids and absolute chaos. I gave birth 4 times so my kids had other kids at their parties. Same with sleep overs. I am just not into that.
Plus the money I save on putting out a HUGE spread gives me more to spend later.
The kids have started calling each other Hi-YA. Apparently its making a word out of the acronym of HIA.
Today Matt was eating and then started to stare into space. The waitress walked up and asked if everything was okay, refilled our glasses and asked Matt if he was done with his plate. He just kinda looked at her dumbfounded. She said "you okay? did the heat get to you?" and Brett said " oh dont mind him, he has Hiya syndrome."
she just looked dumbfounded. Luckily it was a girl I have known for years and I was able to explain it to her. She laughed adn said "oh.. that must be what affects my kids too."
Brett wants to know if it will get him out of some of the tests at school. He swears that kids with other syndromes get out of them. I told him no, the only thing it will get him is MORE work.
Amanda called after she got them to her house and asked if they had ate lately. I told her yes. She said "well, thats what the kids said, but I wanted to make sure"
I told her that yes, they had ate around 3:00.
"well, I guess thats why Brett wont eat his hamburger"
I told her that no, he probebly wont, to just save it for later, they will get hungry.
Then I asked her what made her not belive them if they both told her they had eaten and wernt hungry.
"matt ate all his, and both of them swore they had eaten"
I asked her if she had said there was a desert.
"yea, but Brett said he didnt want any of that either, he was just too full."
THat explains it. Matt will eat if he thinks he will get desert. everytime!
She said Rayley had a good time with Uncle Luke today. He took her to visit his and BR's Grandmother, rode 4 wheelers with her and they went to town. I hope he didnt go to any stores. Cause all she has to do is look at something and he buys it for her.
well not really. Bow is still here. I am not sure why everyone is so afraid of him. I mean he is just a teeny, tiny, little 15 pound bundle of joy. One that you have to hold. ALL THE TIME!
He was SO good today at the ballpark. Honestly, he stayed in his stroller and watched us the entire time. I kid you not. He was wonderful.
I woke up late today. The dog woke me up wanting out. It was 9:40. We had to leave here at 10:30. I came into the livingroom and the boys were up and watching cartoons. I asked them why the dog wasnt outside. "what dog?"
"the one that was wanting out..."
"oh, we just thought she wanted to play with us."
"Yeah, I am sure she would have. BUT she wanted OUT to do it!"
"oh, well I'll let her out now"
"its too late NOW, I am already up!"
"oh, well in that case can you make us breakfast?"
I told them to eat cereal, we had to get ready and go. About that time BR got up. He decided to make pancakes. Much as I appriciate this I wasnt looking forward to it. He wanted the mixing bowl with a spout. I had used it last night and forgot to turn on the dishwasher. He wanted the 2 cup measureing cup. Same thing. for both of them. Then the pancake mix I bought wasnt the right one. I told him it was just as easy to make them from scratch. but he wanted to gripe cause I got the one you had to add egg and oil and milk to. Not just water.
I went to get ready. Then he came and got me and told me he had made me some too. I dont have time to eat. Bow still needs a bath, the kids are not dressed, and it was alredy 10:15. But instead of hurting his feelings I ate and then tried to get everyone ready. Brett couldnt find his uniform. This is NOT my fault. I tell them to put them in a pillow case that I have JUST for their uniforms and I wash whats in that pillow case. His wasnt there. I am not gonna beg him to find the stuff for me to wash. He didnt even need to wear it today. Matt was the one taking pictures. He was convinced he wouldnt be able to practice good if he wasnt in uniform. He cant even spell supersticious ( and neither can I) but he is already holding true to the baseball tradition.
Since BR was with us and driving we ended up 5 minutes late. But it was okay, they wernt waiting on us or anything. Of course he ran down to the field and was first in line to get his single picture taken. By the time I got Bow out and down there he was done. I took one look at him and could have screamed. He had his pants legs pulled down over his calves instead of bunched up at his knees, his belt had missed a loop and he had one sock inside out.
I had been trying to dress Bow when he walked out of his room, putting on my shoes when he got in the truck and putting the baby in the stroller when he ran to the field. I usually do an inspection before I let the kids out of my sight but sometimes I miss them. I HAD looked into the back seat on the way to town and noticed he had the yellow shirt on that he had slept in UNDER his jersey shirt.
I have to get on him daily about this. You have to be specific when you tell him to put on a shirt. You have to tell him to TAKE OFF his previous shirt before telling him to put on another.
The photographer was more than willing to retake his pics when I explained what was wrong. She just laughed and said "I am sorry I didnt notice". She has a boy, so she understands. Luckily they didnt do the group shot yet. That in itself was a circus. I know how hard it is to get my 4 to look at the camera and smile for a pic. But dealing with 11 kids is beyond comprehension on the difficulty and logistics of making them sit still, smile, hold the position, not give each other rabbit ears, not stick out their tounges, balance on one knee, hold a bat with out hitting everyone else, look up, smile, open their eyes, quit squirming, quit laughing at the one making funny noises, and stop trying to make each other fall over.
I was so glad when it was done. I think next year I am going to suggest we make them run the feild at least 3 times before lining them up to take the pic. Get them a little tired.
Once they were done BR took our two and started to practice. I had wanted Matts team to practice today. But most of the moms were just not thinking they needed it. And the coach agree'd, See'ins how they won last week and all. Guess they never heard that every once in a while a blind hog will find an acorn too. Honestly, I was kinda glad. After the picture taking debacle I couldnt have stood being around most of them for much longer anyway.
The boys have improved SO much. Brett was catching everything. He missed a few, but most of them were EASY catches. Concidering last game NONE were hit to him I think he is doing wonderful. his throwing is still a little off. But all in all I think he is doing real well. Matt played the infield and we have to really work on him getting down and catching the ball. Oh, he stops it. He will stop it with his foot and then pick it up. Its just not good form.
The boys are really having fun now that they are doing so much better. Lord the trash talk. Brett hollerin at Matt that he throws like a girl. THen Matt hollering back that he cries like a girl when he gets grass burn while diving for a ball.
And BOTH of them hollering at me cause I catch like a girl. I told them I catch like an old, fat woman. And I am the best training tool they have. They shouldnt take for granted that I will try to catch the ball. They have to throw it TO me, for me to catch it. I catch out of defence, not offence. I catch the ball if its gona hit me.
We used the tennis ball to practice short hops. till they realized it didnt hurt. Then it became a dodge ball. I dont dodge real well.
We took them out to eat after the practice and they ate like grown men. I really hate going to Golden Corral. I end up working harder there than if I cook at home.
And I said as much. Brett said "well, if you cooked at home more we'd know and feel sorry for you". Sometimes I could just squeeze that kid till he pops. I end up having to take each one to the buffet and getting them what they want, following them around, getting the 'right' peice of what ever, identifing everything on the line, going back and doing it all over again. The only thing I dont have to do it wash up the dishes. And I actually hardly ever get full. I just get tired of serving food. And all the walking I do uses up what little I do get to eat.
Once they had finished their 3rd plates I let them have desert. They got to get ice cream and put what ever toppings on it they wanted. Matt got the swirl. It was vanilla and orange sherbert. THEN he put crap on top of it. Brett got M&M's and gummybears and red hots. Matt got jelly beans, M&M's, and something else. ON TOP of orange sherbert. They actually ate it. GROSS.
I called my brother in law as we were leaving and told them they could have the kids, we were done with them for the day. I fiqure someone else putting up with the sugar induced activity the icecream and candy will activate is a wonderful end to a great day.
I talked to my dad today. He is going to come and visit for Matts birthday. Thats next weekend. I swear, everytime I get over one birthday, another rolls around. I dont know what we are going to do yet. Just ice cream and cake I know. But I dont know where. The last year each kid got to have their party at my great aunts. I know there is a reason for it. I am pretty sure its because my grandfathers wife doesnt like coming to my house cause of my dogs, and cause I let people smoke here. But noone will admit it. They prefer to be nonconfrentational. They think just offering up having a party for them makes it all okay and saves hurt feelings. Not MY feelings, they dont get hurt that easy. But other folks' might.
I went along with it on Matts, then Rayley wanted hers there cause Matt had gotten to, and then of course Brett didnt want to be left out. I am not sure what I am going to do this year. Matt is already asking about it. I wouldnt mind doing some BBQ and just enjoying the day. I really dont know what I am going to get them. I thought about good gloves. But thats real expensive. And my grandmother started something years ago that we have not stopped yet. She actually started it with my cousin and I. but there were 2 of us, and our birthdays were 6 months apart. When the boys were little it wasnt that big of a deal. You just buy something for the other kid not having a birthday. Since around here you have to buy 2 of everything anyway its fine. But as they get older it gets harder.
I will more than likely go with clothes. Its easy. Or new walkie talkies. I think we need new ones. I know we are going to start takeing them to the baseball games. That way I can keep up with everyone :)
I dont do 'kid parties' I have no need. I dont want to one-up anyone, we already have ponies, and honestly, I dont like kids. I hate going to kid birthday parties. Its just a bunch of screaming, running kids and absolute chaos. I gave birth 4 times so my kids had other kids at their parties. Same with sleep overs. I am just not into that.
Plus the money I save on putting out a HUGE spread gives me more to spend later.
The kids have started calling each other Hi-YA. Apparently its making a word out of the acronym of HIA.
Today Matt was eating and then started to stare into space. The waitress walked up and asked if everything was okay, refilled our glasses and asked Matt if he was done with his plate. He just kinda looked at her dumbfounded. She said "you okay? did the heat get to you?" and Brett said " oh dont mind him, he has Hiya syndrome."
she just looked dumbfounded. Luckily it was a girl I have known for years and I was able to explain it to her. She laughed adn said "oh.. that must be what affects my kids too."
Brett wants to know if it will get him out of some of the tests at school. He swears that kids with other syndromes get out of them. I told him no, the only thing it will get him is MORE work.
Amanda called after she got them to her house and asked if they had ate lately. I told her yes. She said "well, thats what the kids said, but I wanted to make sure"
I told her that yes, they had ate around 3:00.
"well, I guess thats why Brett wont eat his hamburger"
I told her that no, he probebly wont, to just save it for later, they will get hungry.
Then I asked her what made her not belive them if they both told her they had eaten and wernt hungry.
"matt ate all his, and both of them swore they had eaten"
I asked her if she had said there was a desert.
"yea, but Brett said he didnt want any of that either, he was just too full."
THat explains it. Matt will eat if he thinks he will get desert. everytime!
She said Rayley had a good time with Uncle Luke today. He took her to visit his and BR's Grandmother, rode 4 wheelers with her and they went to town. I hope he didnt go to any stores. Cause all she has to do is look at something and he buys it for her.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Kids are so easy to trick.
Rayley helped me cook today. Oh, it was sooooo much fun...
she was just starving so I got lunch in the oven and she asked me when it would be ready. I told her 30 minutes.
She got a plate, got a fork and sat down at the table.
Then she said "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine , ten, eleven, twelve, thriteen, fourteen, thirty"
there I said it, get it out of the stove please. I tried to explain to her that just cause SHE counted to thirty doesnt mean 30 minutes is up. Plus she missed 15-29.
She informed me " I didnt miss them, they are just not important and were taking to long. I said 30 so lets eat."
When I did get it out 30 minutes later she took ONE look at it and said "I dont like that"
I explained that it was the exact same thing she was so excited for me to make, and that she LOVES everything in it. Its cornbread cassarole and has hamburger meat, tomatoe soup, chili powder, corn and a top of cornbread with corn in it.
I went through the list, "you like hamburgers, you like corn bread, you LOVE corn, you like ketchup."
she said " I dont like it all stuck together."
But thats okay. I like it and ate about 1/2.
BR didnt go in to work till late tonight. He only had enough time left to pull one load. Right after he left his brother called. He had called me yesterday and asked if he could have Rayley tomorrow and he was calling tonight to ask if he could get her a day early. I said he was more than welcome to come and get her.
I got her some clothes together. I knew a man would be in charge of clothing and such tomorrow as my SIL has a function to attend, so I made it idiot proof. Wranglers, purple fat babies, purple shirt. and in case he ends up taking her somwhere. a blue jean skirt with red ruffles, and a red shirt. flip flops to wear. How much y'all wana bet she comes home in the red skirt, purple shirt and fat babies?
When she was getting ready to leave she said "what about my boys?" She has always called them HER boys.
"they have baseball tomorrow and cant come tonight"
"oh good, that means I dont have to take turns on the 4 wheeler."
The kids had bounced off the walls all day. OR at least since the boys got home. And Rayley has learned a new ... something..
She sticks her hand strait out at you and hollers "BAM!" "the dirts gone"
She does this when you are least expecting it. I told y'all I was living with Billy Mays.
BEtween her doing that and Brett hollering out "Applebees" and Matt saying "Get it together bay-bee" I feel like I am living in a commercial writers world.
When the boys got home today I asked Matt where the ring was that he got out of a gumball machine the other day. I couldnt help but screw with him about it. I had overheard Brett saying something about him giving it to a girl. He went in the other room and said
"I lost it"
"Lost it? Where?"
"at school"
"so does Laney like it?" ( a girl in his class that he has liked for years, matter of fact, her mom is a friend of mine and after meeting her he decided he wanted a baby sister. I told him to ask Santa. HE did. 3 weeks later I was peein' on a stick and wondering why the hell I felt so bad!)
"I didnt give it to Laney"
"who'd you give it to?"
"Britney"
"ahhh does Britney like it?"
"I dont know"
"she didnt tell you she liked it when you gave it to her?"
"I dropped it and she picked it up"
"are you sure you didnt give it to her?"
"no!, why would I do that?"
"cause you like her."
"no I dont, she just took it"
"is she pretty?"
"YEAH mom, I wouldnt like her if she wasnt! I mean.... as a friend"
"so did she give you a kiss for it"
"who told you that?"
"someone"
"its not true"
"thats not what I heard"
"stupid Dillon and Dalton, they dont know when to keep their mouths shut!"
"So you did give it to her"
"I thought you knew?"
"well, yeah, I know"
"who told you?"
"you did silly"
"oh -- Hey! you tricked me!"
It was rainy today, so I didnt let the kids outside. I just didnt want to deal with the mud. Instead they tried to drive me crazy in here. Throwing balls, fighting, arguing, the whole nine yards.
About the 4th time I got onto them for something, either roughhousing or throwing a ball back and forth BR told them "I keep tellin y'all to shut your door and she wont see you do stuff"
OH great. teach them things it would take them months to fiqure out on their own!
One time they came in here, We were in the kitchen and somehow Rayley and Brett started play fighting. He had his hands outstretched and was holding her arms at the biceps. She was trying to hit and kick him.
Then she just calmly reached up and locked arms with him. She had him by the biceps and was telling him to quit, and to leave her alone. He was still picking at her. He is twice her size, a foot and a half taller at least and outweighs her by a good 25 pounds. I mean he is 9 and she is almost 4.
Next thing we know she has tightened her grip and is pinching the inside of his bicep. He hit his knees. She said "I told you to leave me alone you mo-ron!"
Then she started in on him. They were still playing- she was laughing during her screaming at him and once the shock of being brought down by a toddler wore off he started laughing too. BUT this had the opposit effect on her. She doesnt like to be laughed at all the time. She went to wailing on him. It was really funny.. When she was pulled off he was in a ball on the floor. still laughing, but smarting in a few places too.
When we stoped laughing at him we asked if he was okay "yea, but man she is tougher than she looks."
She said "and smarter to. Guess I tricked you didnt I?"
BR played poker with them for a little while tonight. Matt still doesnt grasp the conecpt of 'poker face' if he gets any sort of a pair or 3 cards that are in a possible strait in the first deal he gets excited and throws in all kinds of chips. usually he gets bluffed right out of his money. But tonight he was either drawing lucky cards or bluffing pretty good. Cause he won. I dont think Rayley faired as well. She has to still ask if she has a good hand.
One time I wanted them to come in here and I said "hey dumb, dumber and dumbest, come here for a second"
Brett was the first one up and through the door, he was feeling all proud of himself and a little cocky. "she said come on dumb and dumber!"
Yep. He did. Oh well, I still have hope for Bow.
she was just starving so I got lunch in the oven and she asked me when it would be ready. I told her 30 minutes.
She got a plate, got a fork and sat down at the table.
Then she said "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine , ten, eleven, twelve, thriteen, fourteen, thirty"
there I said it, get it out of the stove please. I tried to explain to her that just cause SHE counted to thirty doesnt mean 30 minutes is up. Plus she missed 15-29.
She informed me " I didnt miss them, they are just not important and were taking to long. I said 30 so lets eat."
When I did get it out 30 minutes later she took ONE look at it and said "I dont like that"
I explained that it was the exact same thing she was so excited for me to make, and that she LOVES everything in it. Its cornbread cassarole and has hamburger meat, tomatoe soup, chili powder, corn and a top of cornbread with corn in it.
I went through the list, "you like hamburgers, you like corn bread, you LOVE corn, you like ketchup."
she said " I dont like it all stuck together."
But thats okay. I like it and ate about 1/2.
BR didnt go in to work till late tonight. He only had enough time left to pull one load. Right after he left his brother called. He had called me yesterday and asked if he could have Rayley tomorrow and he was calling tonight to ask if he could get her a day early. I said he was more than welcome to come and get her.
I got her some clothes together. I knew a man would be in charge of clothing and such tomorrow as my SIL has a function to attend, so I made it idiot proof. Wranglers, purple fat babies, purple shirt. and in case he ends up taking her somwhere. a blue jean skirt with red ruffles, and a red shirt. flip flops to wear. How much y'all wana bet she comes home in the red skirt, purple shirt and fat babies?
When she was getting ready to leave she said "what about my boys?" She has always called them HER boys.
"they have baseball tomorrow and cant come tonight"
"oh good, that means I dont have to take turns on the 4 wheeler."
The kids had bounced off the walls all day. OR at least since the boys got home. And Rayley has learned a new ... something..
She sticks her hand strait out at you and hollers "BAM!" "the dirts gone"
She does this when you are least expecting it. I told y'all I was living with Billy Mays.
BEtween her doing that and Brett hollering out "Applebees" and Matt saying "Get it together bay-bee" I feel like I am living in a commercial writers world.
When the boys got home today I asked Matt where the ring was that he got out of a gumball machine the other day. I couldnt help but screw with him about it. I had overheard Brett saying something about him giving it to a girl. He went in the other room and said
"I lost it"
"Lost it? Where?"
"at school"
"so does Laney like it?" ( a girl in his class that he has liked for years, matter of fact, her mom is a friend of mine and after meeting her he decided he wanted a baby sister. I told him to ask Santa. HE did. 3 weeks later I was peein' on a stick and wondering why the hell I felt so bad!)
"I didnt give it to Laney"
"who'd you give it to?"
"Britney"
"ahhh does Britney like it?"
"I dont know"
"she didnt tell you she liked it when you gave it to her?"
"I dropped it and she picked it up"
"are you sure you didnt give it to her?"
"no!, why would I do that?"
"cause you like her."
"no I dont, she just took it"
"is she pretty?"
"YEAH mom, I wouldnt like her if she wasnt! I mean.... as a friend"
"so did she give you a kiss for it"
"who told you that?"
"someone"
"its not true"
"thats not what I heard"
"stupid Dillon and Dalton, they dont know when to keep their mouths shut!"
"So you did give it to her"
"I thought you knew?"
"well, yeah, I know"
"who told you?"
"you did silly"
"oh -- Hey! you tricked me!"
It was rainy today, so I didnt let the kids outside. I just didnt want to deal with the mud. Instead they tried to drive me crazy in here. Throwing balls, fighting, arguing, the whole nine yards.
About the 4th time I got onto them for something, either roughhousing or throwing a ball back and forth BR told them "I keep tellin y'all to shut your door and she wont see you do stuff"
OH great. teach them things it would take them months to fiqure out on their own!
One time they came in here, We were in the kitchen and somehow Rayley and Brett started play fighting. He had his hands outstretched and was holding her arms at the biceps. She was trying to hit and kick him.
Then she just calmly reached up and locked arms with him. She had him by the biceps and was telling him to quit, and to leave her alone. He was still picking at her. He is twice her size, a foot and a half taller at least and outweighs her by a good 25 pounds. I mean he is 9 and she is almost 4.
Next thing we know she has tightened her grip and is pinching the inside of his bicep. He hit his knees. She said "I told you to leave me alone you mo-ron!"
Then she started in on him. They were still playing- she was laughing during her screaming at him and once the shock of being brought down by a toddler wore off he started laughing too. BUT this had the opposit effect on her. She doesnt like to be laughed at all the time. She went to wailing on him. It was really funny.. When she was pulled off he was in a ball on the floor. still laughing, but smarting in a few places too.
When we stoped laughing at him we asked if he was okay "yea, but man she is tougher than she looks."
She said "and smarter to. Guess I tricked you didnt I?"
BR played poker with them for a little while tonight. Matt still doesnt grasp the conecpt of 'poker face' if he gets any sort of a pair or 3 cards that are in a possible strait in the first deal he gets excited and throws in all kinds of chips. usually he gets bluffed right out of his money. But tonight he was either drawing lucky cards or bluffing pretty good. Cause he won. I dont think Rayley faired as well. She has to still ask if she has a good hand.
One time I wanted them to come in here and I said "hey dumb, dumber and dumbest, come here for a second"
Brett was the first one up and through the door, he was feeling all proud of himself and a little cocky. "she said come on dumb and dumber!"
Yep. He did. Oh well, I still have hope for Bow.
A whole new meaning to the spit ball.
WHEW!
I can honestly say I am SOOO glad today is over!
After waking back up at 3 am to finish the blog I fell back asleep around 3:30. Or a little after.
Boy did the alarm piss me off this morning. LOL
I got up, got the kids up and was glad to see them leave. I went back to sleep, but since I had to be up and going soon I kept hitting snooze. I 'snoozed' for about an hour.
I did make it to the school at the right time. Rayley went to my moms today. I knew it would take WAY too much out of both of us for her to be in town for that long.
We worked on the yearbook all day. I wont get back on my soap box about mothers too lazy to help at the schools. But I will tell you, DONT EVER gripe because you feel its not being done right. Get up and HELP! We are down to 3 doing 3 schools, Its NOT looking fun.
anyway. I spent the day there and then went to get my children from Daycare. I let them go there because I didnt want to sit in the lines at Matt's school to pick him up. I knew SOMEONE would walk up to me and ask why the PTA was doing this, or wasnt.. Today was NOT the day to ask.
I visited with my mother in law for a few minutes at Daycare and got some relief from holding Bow. Actually, the minute I walked into the school this morning I hadnt made it 10 feet in the door before I was kidless. I LOVE this school! LOL They kept him down in the PE room for a few hours. One time a kid came in to the room we were working in and said he was sent after a binkie. The three of us scrambled to find it!
Once he was brought back he slept for a little while and then woke up happy as a clam. He was squeeking and laughing and moving all over. He is SUCH a good baby. I am blessed. I know that. But he is a laplander. His philosophy is that he will entertain himself for a short period of time, BUT you had better not expect it too much!
Anyway, I took him to see my mother in law. I had called her earlier in the day and asked her if she would take him home tonight so I could go to the ballpark.
Now my MIL and I get along great, and she has never turned me down when I needed a babysitter. Actually there are times when she and my mom both call just to ask for the kids (always at the same time though...) But in this instance she went plumb off the deep end.
I cant repeat the conversation here. It would require too many astriks and stars. Even though I was just kidding I thought it was funny. I dont know what the deal is. Rayley was the same way with her. We always thought it was cause Rayley was so tiny and she was so scared of her, and Rayley felt that. But Bow aint tiny..
I do notice that folks who try to hold him like a baby and treat him like one dont get a real good reception. He wants to stand, and jump and talk.
The kids and I left around 3:30. I was on a count down. 3 and a half hours to go!
I went and paid a few bills, unfortunatly it didnt take long. So we went to walmart. I found a few more things on MASSIVE clearence. Easter items. I got Rayley an easter basket with a Disney Princess dress up dress, shoes, crown, wand and candy that was priced at 15.00 for 3.74.
I hid it at my moms when I went to pick her up. I forgot to tell my mom, so I will need to call first thing in the morning. So she doesnt give it to her! I am going to save it for Matts birthday. I plan on taking it OUT of the basket, eating the candy and wrapping up the dress up clothes. This is the same outfit you can buy on the shelf in the toy section for 14.00. I know. I have priced it :(
I did get some stuff for next year. I got 4 of each thing. I know Brett will be too old, and maybe Matt too, but I will continue to make them baskets. You never get too old to get something from mom. Even if you wont admit it.
OH and when Matts van showed up at Daycare the driver came running in with them. (she goes back to Bretts school after picking up and dropping off Matts) She said that matt had gotten in and said he kissed his girlfriend today. So she told him "Ohhhh I cant wait to tell your mom!" he said "you never see my mom, you cant tell her" and she informed him I was waiting at Daycare! He changed his story. said he was kidding.
I doubt it. Matt has never felt that girls have cooties. He has always loved the ladies. And isnt really shy in telling you. Brett barely will admit he likes a girl. I didnt press Matt on the kissing thing. I will later. But today he was still embarressed.
Anyway, at walmart we killed about an hour and a half. I really didnt buy much. But I did get me an iced tea maker. I LOVE tea. BUT I cant make it. I can cook everything else from scratch. But cant make tea to save my life. Maybe this will help. I spent 23.00 on the maker and a box of tea. Since I drink 3-4 gallons of tea a week at 2.00 a pop it wont take long to pay for it!
We decided to leave when Bow had worn out his welcome in the cart. He decided that he needed to be held instead.
Brett had to get dressed in the truck, I had brought his uniform with me and he managed to get ready before we made it to the park. We had to wait on the other teams to finish playing and took the feild. Brett got to bat twice. he fouled one off and then ended up drawing a walk. He didnt just sit and wait on it either. he got ahead in the count and then luckly didnt swing at the ones that hit the dirt or were aimed at low flying birds.
He got to steal a base while out there, and got to run home. He doesnt run fast, and stealing bases scares me to death. he aint real swuft.
The next time he went up was about the same. He foulded one off and then got a full count. He was walked and the coach used him as a ploy between 2nd and 3rd to try and get the ball thrown away while someone else scored. He did manage to get out, but the run scored. We are gona have to work on his avoidence of rundowns..
He didnt have much action in the outfield, Thank GOD! BUT I did hear from other people out there that they had heard about his wonderful catch earlier this week. Apparently his coach has been bragging!
Bow didnt want to sit in the stroller. He wanted to be held and swung and bounced. He wasnt fussy, he was just entergetic. He has a fun new position to be played with in. you grab his hands and feet and he throws his head backwards and wants to be gently swung that way. or walked around. He looks like a drunk monkey. And he is a kisser.. actually I think he is trying to bite. If you get him anywhere near your face he opens wide and starts to gum you. slobber is flying like a dog with its head out the window. Once I was paying attention to the game and realized he was trying to chewing on the metal pole that holds up the bleachers. YUCK!
I dread teeth, but the poor thing is sure tryin to cut them! If he ever gets your hand in his its slobbered on. and bit. OR your checkbook, or your notebook, your Dr pepper bottle, your leg, it really doesnt matter.
Matt came through once and gave Bow a baseball. He was really giving me his glove to watch, but used Bow as an excuse. 5 minutes later he came back for it. He wanted to play catch with someone. He took it away from Bow. I promise you, there was slobber DRIPPING from it.
He opted to NOT play catch.
Bretts team managed to win 9-0. Matt spent the whole time playing on the dirt pile and playing with other kids. I think he had more fun than Brett.
Once we headed home I had to go and get Rayley. While I was getting out her basket Brett ran in to get her ( I didnt even see him get out.. why cant he run the bases like that?) , She started crying. something about Matt not being with us. I told her he was in the truck.. She didnt belive me. I put her in the truck and drove home. It takes 3 minutes. She was dead to the world when we got here. I brought her in, put her in bed and she NEVER even woke up. Matt fell asleep on the floor playing peekaboo with Bow. I am guessing this means that Bow won. He got to slobber and chew on his prize.
I got everyone in bed. and it was only 10. Noone made lunches, and baths were out of the question. I hate that. But sometimes we have to prioritize. and quiet is my main priority tonight!
Mom made Rayley a new dress. I cant wait to put it on her. But it reminds me I have to set up that website to sell them. I guess I need to get on that. But so far everything she had made has been so cute I want it for Rayley! LOL
I can honestly say I am SOOO glad today is over!
After waking back up at 3 am to finish the blog I fell back asleep around 3:30. Or a little after.
Boy did the alarm piss me off this morning. LOL
I got up, got the kids up and was glad to see them leave. I went back to sleep, but since I had to be up and going soon I kept hitting snooze. I 'snoozed' for about an hour.
I did make it to the school at the right time. Rayley went to my moms today. I knew it would take WAY too much out of both of us for her to be in town for that long.
We worked on the yearbook all day. I wont get back on my soap box about mothers too lazy to help at the schools. But I will tell you, DONT EVER gripe because you feel its not being done right. Get up and HELP! We are down to 3 doing 3 schools, Its NOT looking fun.
anyway. I spent the day there and then went to get my children from Daycare. I let them go there because I didnt want to sit in the lines at Matt's school to pick him up. I knew SOMEONE would walk up to me and ask why the PTA was doing this, or wasnt.. Today was NOT the day to ask.
I visited with my mother in law for a few minutes at Daycare and got some relief from holding Bow. Actually, the minute I walked into the school this morning I hadnt made it 10 feet in the door before I was kidless. I LOVE this school! LOL They kept him down in the PE room for a few hours. One time a kid came in to the room we were working in and said he was sent after a binkie. The three of us scrambled to find it!
Once he was brought back he slept for a little while and then woke up happy as a clam. He was squeeking and laughing and moving all over. He is SUCH a good baby. I am blessed. I know that. But he is a laplander. His philosophy is that he will entertain himself for a short period of time, BUT you had better not expect it too much!
Anyway, I took him to see my mother in law. I had called her earlier in the day and asked her if she would take him home tonight so I could go to the ballpark.
Now my MIL and I get along great, and she has never turned me down when I needed a babysitter. Actually there are times when she and my mom both call just to ask for the kids (always at the same time though...) But in this instance she went plumb off the deep end.
I cant repeat the conversation here. It would require too many astriks and stars. Even though I was just kidding I thought it was funny. I dont know what the deal is. Rayley was the same way with her. We always thought it was cause Rayley was so tiny and she was so scared of her, and Rayley felt that. But Bow aint tiny..
I do notice that folks who try to hold him like a baby and treat him like one dont get a real good reception. He wants to stand, and jump and talk.
The kids and I left around 3:30. I was on a count down. 3 and a half hours to go!
I went and paid a few bills, unfortunatly it didnt take long. So we went to walmart. I found a few more things on MASSIVE clearence. Easter items. I got Rayley an easter basket with a Disney Princess dress up dress, shoes, crown, wand and candy that was priced at 15.00 for 3.74.
I hid it at my moms when I went to pick her up. I forgot to tell my mom, so I will need to call first thing in the morning. So she doesnt give it to her! I am going to save it for Matts birthday. I plan on taking it OUT of the basket, eating the candy and wrapping up the dress up clothes. This is the same outfit you can buy on the shelf in the toy section for 14.00. I know. I have priced it :(
I did get some stuff for next year. I got 4 of each thing. I know Brett will be too old, and maybe Matt too, but I will continue to make them baskets. You never get too old to get something from mom. Even if you wont admit it.
OH and when Matts van showed up at Daycare the driver came running in with them. (she goes back to Bretts school after picking up and dropping off Matts) She said that matt had gotten in and said he kissed his girlfriend today. So she told him "Ohhhh I cant wait to tell your mom!" he said "you never see my mom, you cant tell her" and she informed him I was waiting at Daycare! He changed his story. said he was kidding.
I doubt it. Matt has never felt that girls have cooties. He has always loved the ladies. And isnt really shy in telling you. Brett barely will admit he likes a girl. I didnt press Matt on the kissing thing. I will later. But today he was still embarressed.
Anyway, at walmart we killed about an hour and a half. I really didnt buy much. But I did get me an iced tea maker. I LOVE tea. BUT I cant make it. I can cook everything else from scratch. But cant make tea to save my life. Maybe this will help. I spent 23.00 on the maker and a box of tea. Since I drink 3-4 gallons of tea a week at 2.00 a pop it wont take long to pay for it!
We decided to leave when Bow had worn out his welcome in the cart. He decided that he needed to be held instead.
Brett had to get dressed in the truck, I had brought his uniform with me and he managed to get ready before we made it to the park. We had to wait on the other teams to finish playing and took the feild. Brett got to bat twice. he fouled one off and then ended up drawing a walk. He didnt just sit and wait on it either. he got ahead in the count and then luckly didnt swing at the ones that hit the dirt or were aimed at low flying birds.
He got to steal a base while out there, and got to run home. He doesnt run fast, and stealing bases scares me to death. he aint real swuft.
The next time he went up was about the same. He foulded one off and then got a full count. He was walked and the coach used him as a ploy between 2nd and 3rd to try and get the ball thrown away while someone else scored. He did manage to get out, but the run scored. We are gona have to work on his avoidence of rundowns..
He didnt have much action in the outfield, Thank GOD! BUT I did hear from other people out there that they had heard about his wonderful catch earlier this week. Apparently his coach has been bragging!
Bow didnt want to sit in the stroller. He wanted to be held and swung and bounced. He wasnt fussy, he was just entergetic. He has a fun new position to be played with in. you grab his hands and feet and he throws his head backwards and wants to be gently swung that way. or walked around. He looks like a drunk monkey. And he is a kisser.. actually I think he is trying to bite. If you get him anywhere near your face he opens wide and starts to gum you. slobber is flying like a dog with its head out the window. Once I was paying attention to the game and realized he was trying to chewing on the metal pole that holds up the bleachers. YUCK!
I dread teeth, but the poor thing is sure tryin to cut them! If he ever gets your hand in his its slobbered on. and bit. OR your checkbook, or your notebook, your Dr pepper bottle, your leg, it really doesnt matter.
Matt came through once and gave Bow a baseball. He was really giving me his glove to watch, but used Bow as an excuse. 5 minutes later he came back for it. He wanted to play catch with someone. He took it away from Bow. I promise you, there was slobber DRIPPING from it.
He opted to NOT play catch.
Bretts team managed to win 9-0. Matt spent the whole time playing on the dirt pile and playing with other kids. I think he had more fun than Brett.
Once we headed home I had to go and get Rayley. While I was getting out her basket Brett ran in to get her ( I didnt even see him get out.. why cant he run the bases like that?) , She started crying. something about Matt not being with us. I told her he was in the truck.. She didnt belive me. I put her in the truck and drove home. It takes 3 minutes. She was dead to the world when we got here. I brought her in, put her in bed and she NEVER even woke up. Matt fell asleep on the floor playing peekaboo with Bow. I am guessing this means that Bow won. He got to slobber and chew on his prize.
I got everyone in bed. and it was only 10. Noone made lunches, and baths were out of the question. I hate that. But sometimes we have to prioritize. and quiet is my main priority tonight!
Mom made Rayley a new dress. I cant wait to put it on her. But it reminds me I have to set up that website to sell them. I guess I need to get on that. But so far everything she had made has been so cute I want it for Rayley! LOL
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
I dont suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it
Thats what my T shirt today says. and I lived up to it.
I did NOTHIN today. AT ALL.
IT was sooo nice.
When the kids came home they didnt even come inside. Rayley met them at the door and they threw down their packbacks on the porch and were GONE. Of course she was wearing a brand new skirt and shirt. And Red Cowboy boots.
I let them play for a few hours and then called them up with the truck alarm.
I dont know why I felt the need to torture myself with daylight still left in the day. But I did. I was in the laundry room when Brett came through and he asked me what I wanted. I was telling him that I didnt want anything, I just thought they should come in and eat and stuff. Then I looked down at his feet. I have never bought black socks. They only have black leggins for baseball. And I was washing them. He saw me looking and said "oh, dont worry its not that bad"
"whats not that bad?"
"uhhhhh, nothin"
I still have not seen his tennis shoes. And I dont want to. I will wash them tomorrow. Maybe. Rayley and Matt had on cowboy boots. Both of them are wet.
They found a mud hole somewhere. I knew they would. I have faith in my children.
When I did get them back in I asked Brett and Matt how school went.
They both said "good"
Then Brett said "I got sent to the principals office"
"for WHAT?"
"the lunch teacher saw my lunch and asked if that was all I brought, when I said yes, she packed it up and sent me to the principals office"
"OH SHIT"
"well, it wasnt a very good lunch. and you were trying to poisen me"
"HOW?"
"the chips were expired, I pointed that out to the principal"
"what do you mean?, I just bought that bag of chips"
"yep, well they expired yesterday"
"okay so?? your chips were a day old.. and thats a sell by date, its not like milk and a 'drink it and you will die' situation, its a suggested date to not eat it after a year of it being past that date"
"oh..., well they tasted bad anyway"
"what did the principal say?"
"about what?"
"your lunch goofball"
"oh. that it wasnt very nutrisious"
"how?"
"all I had was a koolaide thing, a peice of candy and a bag of expired chips"
"and WHY is that?"
"oh I told her it was cause I forgot to bring my sandwhich"
"and..."
"she just said something about it spiking my blood sugar and not being good for me"
"So you forgot your sandwhich, And I look like a bad mom...way to go. I hope you know, when CPS shows up here I am packing your bag and sending you off with them"
"CPS is gona come?"
"More than likey, I tell you every day. DONT forget your sandwhich, then I tell you AGAIN, to go and get it."
"I dont think it was the sandwhich that upset them."
"then what was it?"
"the bad chips.. those could have killed me"
"not nearly as quick as I can...."
Then Rayley says "I wana go sleep over!"
"sleep over where?"
"at Cee-Pee's house"
"HUH?"
"you said Brett was gona get to go to Cee-pee's house and sleep over. I wana go."
"ahhhh... I tell y'all what, if you keep it up, I will call them myself and send you off."
Now tomorrow I have to go and talk to the principal and explain I am not neglecting my kids. That I am just raisin mo-rons.
And I am actually the mom that refuses to allow them to take a soda to school in their lunch. Or lots of candy.
I tell them to sit down and eat. THen Matt says "My sandwhich was moldy"
"WHAT?"
"there was mold on my sandwhich"
"how much, where at and what kind?"
"not alot, on the outsides and in the middle"
"what do you mean, MOLDY?"
I went and got the bread, opened it up ( this one was bought on saturday and doesnt go bad till next week) there was NO mold. it was even still soft. I am confused.
"I dont think I got it out of that bag.. where is the other bag? "
"the one that had scraps in it for me to throw out?'
"hmmmm yea, I think there was some tortillas in there too."
"You used that bread?"
"I dont remember.. I remember getting it"
Brett says " and I told you not to use it, I thought you put it back over there" (on the counter on the OPPOSITE side of the kitchen, no where near where we keep the bread)
"yea, I remember that" matt says
"so did you use it? or the other one?"
"I dont know...."
"was it green or black?"
"what?"
"the mold?"
"uhhhhhh.. I dont know. it was just a little."
"could it have been the koolaide you spilled on the table while you were supposed to be making your lunch? The grape koolaide?"
"I didnt spill it on my bread though.."
"could you have sat your bread in it?"
"ohhhhhh, maybe so...."
I will have to call his teacher too.
OMG! All I did was leave them alone while I went to pee while they were making their lunches. THATS ALL I DID!
ANd I laid the bread for them to use ON THE TABLE. And I went down the checklist of what to put in there. I do it EVERY TIME!
If I make their lunches I dont do it right. too much this, not enough of that. I dont pack it right.. what ever.
ANd I will be honest. I get blamed for enough crap around here. I get tired of the constant whining cause I dont squeeze the toothpaste from the right end, or make sure there is extra toilet paper BESIDE the toilet. So I make them make their own lunches.
The good news is Brett DID manage to pass his Taks test. there were 36 questions, he got 35 right.
This was for reading. Math is next month.
After about 5 minutes after calling them in from outside I came to the conclusion that I had screwed up. The did nothing but fight all night.
I guess they dont fight when they are outside as much cause they fiqure they need each other in case of an emergancy or if they get lost again. But once they are here its a no holds barred type of situation.
I tried everything to seperate them. nothing worked. So I would send one to take a bath, one to fold laundry (there is ALWAYS laundry here) and one would help me, or when baths were over I added play with Bow and some other minute tasks. The rest of the evening would be peaceful till they walked past one another again.
And dingbat Rayley, while in the bath, her second of the day mind you, got ANOTHER comb stuck in her hair. Dont ask me why or how. BUT she did. Luckily I was able to get it out.
I was so glad when 8:30 got here. Matt was too. Brett kept trying to stay awake. One time he came in to tell me he couldnt sleep. and while explaining it to me he would kind of go into a stouper and stutter and mix up his words. Rayley was the same way. I had to read alladin to her twice.
And since I have fallen asleep twice while typing this I too am going to bed. Tomorrow I have to be at the school at 8:30 to do yearbooks and then Bretts game starts at 7. I dont know what I am going to do till 7 with 4 kids that costs me NO money, but I reckon we will find out.
I did NOTHIN today. AT ALL.
IT was sooo nice.
When the kids came home they didnt even come inside. Rayley met them at the door and they threw down their packbacks on the porch and were GONE. Of course she was wearing a brand new skirt and shirt. And Red Cowboy boots.
I let them play for a few hours and then called them up with the truck alarm.
I dont know why I felt the need to torture myself with daylight still left in the day. But I did. I was in the laundry room when Brett came through and he asked me what I wanted. I was telling him that I didnt want anything, I just thought they should come in and eat and stuff. Then I looked down at his feet. I have never bought black socks. They only have black leggins for baseball. And I was washing them. He saw me looking and said "oh, dont worry its not that bad"
"whats not that bad?"
"uhhhhh, nothin"
I still have not seen his tennis shoes. And I dont want to. I will wash them tomorrow. Maybe. Rayley and Matt had on cowboy boots. Both of them are wet.
They found a mud hole somewhere. I knew they would. I have faith in my children.
When I did get them back in I asked Brett and Matt how school went.
They both said "good"
Then Brett said "I got sent to the principals office"
"for WHAT?"
"the lunch teacher saw my lunch and asked if that was all I brought, when I said yes, she packed it up and sent me to the principals office"
"OH SHIT"
"well, it wasnt a very good lunch. and you were trying to poisen me"
"HOW?"
"the chips were expired, I pointed that out to the principal"
"what do you mean?, I just bought that bag of chips"
"yep, well they expired yesterday"
"okay so?? your chips were a day old.. and thats a sell by date, its not like milk and a 'drink it and you will die' situation, its a suggested date to not eat it after a year of it being past that date"
"oh..., well they tasted bad anyway"
"what did the principal say?"
"about what?"
"your lunch goofball"
"oh. that it wasnt very nutrisious"
"how?"
"all I had was a koolaide thing, a peice of candy and a bag of expired chips"
"and WHY is that?"
"oh I told her it was cause I forgot to bring my sandwhich"
"and..."
"she just said something about it spiking my blood sugar and not being good for me"
"So you forgot your sandwhich, And I look like a bad mom...way to go. I hope you know, when CPS shows up here I am packing your bag and sending you off with them"
"CPS is gona come?"
"More than likey, I tell you every day. DONT forget your sandwhich, then I tell you AGAIN, to go and get it."
"I dont think it was the sandwhich that upset them."
"then what was it?"
"the bad chips.. those could have killed me"
"not nearly as quick as I can...."
Then Rayley says "I wana go sleep over!"
"sleep over where?"
"at Cee-Pee's house"
"HUH?"
"you said Brett was gona get to go to Cee-pee's house and sleep over. I wana go."
"ahhhh... I tell y'all what, if you keep it up, I will call them myself and send you off."
Now tomorrow I have to go and talk to the principal and explain I am not neglecting my kids. That I am just raisin mo-rons.
And I am actually the mom that refuses to allow them to take a soda to school in their lunch. Or lots of candy.
I tell them to sit down and eat. THen Matt says "My sandwhich was moldy"
"WHAT?"
"there was mold on my sandwhich"
"how much, where at and what kind?"
"not alot, on the outsides and in the middle"
"what do you mean, MOLDY?"
I went and got the bread, opened it up ( this one was bought on saturday and doesnt go bad till next week) there was NO mold. it was even still soft. I am confused.
"I dont think I got it out of that bag.. where is the other bag? "
"the one that had scraps in it for me to throw out?'
"hmmmm yea, I think there was some tortillas in there too."
"You used that bread?"
"I dont remember.. I remember getting it"
Brett says " and I told you not to use it, I thought you put it back over there" (on the counter on the OPPOSITE side of the kitchen, no where near where we keep the bread)
"yea, I remember that" matt says
"so did you use it? or the other one?"
"I dont know...."
"was it green or black?"
"what?"
"the mold?"
"uhhhhhh.. I dont know. it was just a little."
"could it have been the koolaide you spilled on the table while you were supposed to be making your lunch? The grape koolaide?"
"I didnt spill it on my bread though.."
"could you have sat your bread in it?"
"ohhhhhh, maybe so...."
I will have to call his teacher too.
OMG! All I did was leave them alone while I went to pee while they were making their lunches. THATS ALL I DID!
ANd I laid the bread for them to use ON THE TABLE. And I went down the checklist of what to put in there. I do it EVERY TIME!
If I make their lunches I dont do it right. too much this, not enough of that. I dont pack it right.. what ever.
ANd I will be honest. I get blamed for enough crap around here. I get tired of the constant whining cause I dont squeeze the toothpaste from the right end, or make sure there is extra toilet paper BESIDE the toilet. So I make them make their own lunches.
The good news is Brett DID manage to pass his Taks test. there were 36 questions, he got 35 right.
This was for reading. Math is next month.
After about 5 minutes after calling them in from outside I came to the conclusion that I had screwed up. The did nothing but fight all night.
I guess they dont fight when they are outside as much cause they fiqure they need each other in case of an emergancy or if they get lost again. But once they are here its a no holds barred type of situation.
I tried everything to seperate them. nothing worked. So I would send one to take a bath, one to fold laundry (there is ALWAYS laundry here) and one would help me, or when baths were over I added play with Bow and some other minute tasks. The rest of the evening would be peaceful till they walked past one another again.
And dingbat Rayley, while in the bath, her second of the day mind you, got ANOTHER comb stuck in her hair. Dont ask me why or how. BUT she did. Luckily I was able to get it out.
I was so glad when 8:30 got here. Matt was too. Brett kept trying to stay awake. One time he came in to tell me he couldnt sleep. and while explaining it to me he would kind of go into a stouper and stutter and mix up his words. Rayley was the same way. I had to read alladin to her twice.
And since I have fallen asleep twice while typing this I too am going to bed. Tomorrow I have to be at the school at 8:30 to do yearbooks and then Bretts game starts at 7. I dont know what I am going to do till 7 with 4 kids that costs me NO money, but I reckon we will find out.
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