Seriously, I have been super busy dealing with my husband's children while he has been off hunting Pheasants. It's not that I don't want to get on here and blog, I just haven't had a free second in over a week!
The most entertaining of my activities over the past week was a drag show that I attended with some of my family and friends last Saturday night! Now I know you all are anxiously awaiting my rendition of this event but you are going to have to wait till another blog. The evening isn't something I can summarize in a blog that I am just updating to appease everyone. So much happened that evening that I must dedicate an entire blog to it.
Most of my time this week has been spent caring for my children, as well as the children that I babysitt. It has worn me out. What I do not understand is how I am so worn out from taking care of all of them just because Scott isn't home. When he is home, he is usually at work. I am currently re-evaluating what he does around here because apparently I do not give the man enough credit! He obviously does more to help me than I realize. Although I have always told him that I am co-independent of him. I know you are thinking right now, "What the hello kitty does she mean? I am going to explain. I am dependent upon him in certain ways but need my own space. Does that make any sense? Probably not! Anyway, he should be home in the next five to six hour and I am excited for his arrival. I am also excited that it is Sunday because it is my sleeping day.
Another activity I have been devoting some time to is sewing. I have been sewing up a storm. It has been mentioned in some circles that I am begining to be quite the little "Martha Stuart". SHHHHHAAA! Seriously people, I could only wish that I was like her! She is filthy stinking rich and I, on the otherhand, am broke. If I ever went to prison I would not come out with my own television show. I'd be living under a rock somewhere because no one would want to hire a former convict like me. It's just the way life is, unfair. Anyway, I have been busy sewing dresses, purses and such. I am hoping to profit from this activity but I am not holding my breath. (You shouldn't either!)
Last but not least, driving my kids to dance, soccer, more dance and more soccer. Oh the joys of parenting four children! I had a shining moment this very evening as a parent. Emma's soccer awards ceremony was tonight and I just didn't want to go. I just can't sit still or be quiet that long - with or without the kids in tow. It's not even fair of someone to have that expectation of me! All this being said, I asked Emma if she would be offended in any way if I just dropped her off and she could text me when it was over. She said she would be fine and I was never so happy to given my child an electronic device ever. I do mean EVER! I took her and dropped her off and she texted me when she was ready to be done. Everyone was happy. She got to go to her awards and I go to sit at home.
All right, well, I will do some real blogging tomorrow but right now, I am off to bed!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Thursday.....I mean Pre-Friday (Thanks Jennifer)
Yes, today is the formerly know Thursday, which is now know in my world as Pre-Friday! One of my friends has had a particularly crappy week and has been wishing for Friday to get here all week. She made a declaration that Thursday would now be considered "Pre-Friday". I love it! I am jumping on board and hoping that it will catch on.
Thursday from September to May have been my favorite day since I discovered Mom's Day Out. I love being able to drop my kids, or child at this point, off for five glorious hours of freedom. Of course, I took on another babysitting gig and he is now enjoying the peace and quiet with me. We actually just got done playing a round of peek-a-boo. Now he is crawling around playing with random toys and books he finds. When I am done here, we will sing his favorite song, "The Grand Old Duke of York".
Any who, I don't have much to say today so it's going to be random thoughts from me. I will start with some funny things Sarah has said to me over the past couple of days.
Yesterday we ran a couple of errands and when we got home I sat my keys on the island. Sarah sighed, grabbed the keys and put them in the junk drawer while telling me I need to put them away so I don't lose them. Really? My three year thinks I am irresponsible? Perhaps she has noticed that every other day I am ranting about not being able to find those very keys! Also I must say that I love that child because whenever I am unknowingly in her way, she'll say, "Move your little butt Mom!". I haven't detected any sarcasm in her voice. May be she is mocking me? I couldn't say for sure but what I do know is my butt is not little! Hence, why I love her.
Scott is getting ready to go on a hunting trip to South Dakota. Doesn't that sound like fun? Driving a million miles to hunt Pheasant! WOOHOO! Personally, I think it's dumb and a waste of money but he thinks it's stupid for me to drive 10 hours to hang out on the beach for 3 days. We're even! However, I am excited about him going. Why? Calm down, I am about to tell you. For one thing, I love having the bed all to myself. I can sleep smack dab in the middle of the bed, all night, every night! Another thing, I will have complete control of the television when the kids aren't around. Okay, I know, I know...I said, "When the kids aren't around". I don't know why I let them rule the main t.v. when we have two other fully operational t.v.'s in the house, I just do. Lastly, for 16 years of our marriage Scott was in the National Guard. He was gone one weekend a month, two weeks a year, not to mention various deployments for extended periods of time. I miss a little bit of freedom. Which is not to say that I don't have a lot of that now but it's just different. Don't judge me!
Oh and on a more exciting note, I am going out Saturday night with my sister and some friends to a place called Axis. Axis is apparently a gay bar in the Short North. How do I know this? Why am I going? Well, I know this because my sister and I recently discovered we have a cousin who doubles as a drag queen on the weekends. I say "discovered" because we didn't even know he existed until recently - our Dad's side of the family is large. For this reason, we don't know a lot of our extended family. That is until Facebook! So my sister made contact with him and found out he lived right here in Columbus! There was a video of him doing a "show" and Tammy found out when his next performance was and there you have it. We are going to meet him and see the show. I am excited!
That's all I got....boring stuff, I know!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Thursday from September to May have been my favorite day since I discovered Mom's Day Out. I love being able to drop my kids, or child at this point, off for five glorious hours of freedom. Of course, I took on another babysitting gig and he is now enjoying the peace and quiet with me. We actually just got done playing a round of peek-a-boo. Now he is crawling around playing with random toys and books he finds. When I am done here, we will sing his favorite song, "The Grand Old Duke of York".
Any who, I don't have much to say today so it's going to be random thoughts from me. I will start with some funny things Sarah has said to me over the past couple of days.
Yesterday we ran a couple of errands and when we got home I sat my keys on the island. Sarah sighed, grabbed the keys and put them in the junk drawer while telling me I need to put them away so I don't lose them. Really? My three year thinks I am irresponsible? Perhaps she has noticed that every other day I am ranting about not being able to find those very keys! Also I must say that I love that child because whenever I am unknowingly in her way, she'll say, "Move your little butt Mom!". I haven't detected any sarcasm in her voice. May be she is mocking me? I couldn't say for sure but what I do know is my butt is not little! Hence, why I love her.
Scott is getting ready to go on a hunting trip to South Dakota. Doesn't that sound like fun? Driving a million miles to hunt Pheasant! WOOHOO! Personally, I think it's dumb and a waste of money but he thinks it's stupid for me to drive 10 hours to hang out on the beach for 3 days. We're even! However, I am excited about him going. Why? Calm down, I am about to tell you. For one thing, I love having the bed all to myself. I can sleep smack dab in the middle of the bed, all night, every night! Another thing, I will have complete control of the television when the kids aren't around. Okay, I know, I know...I said, "When the kids aren't around". I don't know why I let them rule the main t.v. when we have two other fully operational t.v.'s in the house, I just do. Lastly, for 16 years of our marriage Scott was in the National Guard. He was gone one weekend a month, two weeks a year, not to mention various deployments for extended periods of time. I miss a little bit of freedom. Which is not to say that I don't have a lot of that now but it's just different. Don't judge me!
Oh and on a more exciting note, I am going out Saturday night with my sister and some friends to a place called Axis. Axis is apparently a gay bar in the Short North. How do I know this? Why am I going? Well, I know this because my sister and I recently discovered we have a cousin who doubles as a drag queen on the weekends. I say "discovered" because we didn't even know he existed until recently - our Dad's side of the family is large. For this reason, we don't know a lot of our extended family. That is until Facebook! So my sister made contact with him and found out he lived right here in Columbus! There was a video of him doing a "show" and Tammy found out when his next performance was and there you have it. We are going to meet him and see the show. I am excited!
That's all I got....boring stuff, I know!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Lost My Marbles
Our home is not what anyone would consider orderly, organized, well-maintained or peaceful. It's just not! The reason for this lack of solitude? The children who live within it's walls. I must bare some responsibility for this madness and I blame my zodiac sign for this. I am, after all a Sagittarius (spaz)!
Saturday evening I was sitting on my couch, a rare treat for me, and upon looking around my living room I just couldn't take the state of this house for one more second. Actually, what set this downward spiral into motion for me was the fact that I had asked Emma to unload the dishwasher and put away her overnight bag at least 10 times and she had done neither. I yelled upstairs for Emma to come down. As she appeared down the steps, I told her to get her sisters and for all of them to sit on the couch and wait for me.
When I came back inside much to my surprise they were all sitting there quietly on the couch...waiting. I sat down and began my lecture. Now it's important to know that I am a yeller. I love to yell and really it's not that much of a stretch from my normal voice because I tend to talk loudly anyway (according to my husband). While outside I decided to take a different approach, speaking firmly without raising my voice. As you can imagine this threw them all for a loop! I began by asking them if when I spoke to them if they heard my words in another language; as this would explain why they never respond when I ask them to pick up their crap. You will be happy to know that they all said they heard English spewing from my mouth. I then went into this long speech about how disrespectful it is to be slobs. That is was my responsibility to make sure they became responsible, productive adults. For a minute I felt like my body had been invaded by one or both of my parents! I continued by telling them their Father works his tail off to provide for them and when they leave lights and the television on in a room where no one is, it's wasteful. When they are too lazy to put away their clean clothes, leaving them sit around and then somehow they end up back in the dirty clothes hamper having never been work, after I have slaved over four hundred loads of laundry all ready - wasteful! Oh and disrespectful!!!! I threatened to take away all electronics from the twins and all of the little ones' toys. Before it was all said and done, Emma and Abigail were both crying. Olivia was doing her usual smile, batting her eyelashes and sweetly saying, "Okay Mommy" and Sarah well she didn't know what was going on so she just shook her head whichever way the others did.
After I was done with them and they were all working diligently around the house to clean up their crap, I called Scott at work to tell him of my conversation. I began telling him everything I had said to them and then he made a fatal mistake. He said, "One of my biggest stresses is coming home to a messy house!". No he didn't! I lost my marbles on him! I immediately told him that he could help the situation by helping me keep the kids on task. When he sees something that obviously belongs to one of the kids, instruct them to pick it up! After all, these are YOUR kids too! I think that many men who are lucky enough to have stay-at-home wives think that all we do is sit around on our tooshies all day doing nothing. This is such a crock! I rarely get to sit down and do anything for myself. Watch television? No way! Who could hear it over the arguing children? Talking on the telephone with friends? Not really an option if you want to be able to hear the conversation you are having. Let's face it, any Mother knows the telephone in your hand sends out a signal to any and all children that they need something RIGHT NOW! Anyway, I am sure that Scott regrets answering his cellphone.
Sunday the kids were all gleefully picking up the entire house. May be I just saw what I wanted to see! Regardless, every bedroom, bathroom, hallway and common areas of the house were clean! The laundry was done and put away and everyone got to keep their threatened objects.
Monday I tackled the playroom. I threw out three bags of trash, packed up an entire Rubbermaid tote full of toys to recycle and found several missing socks. Actually, I found enough clothing in the playroom to do a load of laundry! After all of that was finished I organized the toys and rearranged a little bit, vacuumed and cleaned.
Tuesday, I began a new sewing project. I am making a couple of dresses for Olivia and Sarah. It's supposedly an "easy" pattern, so easy in fact there is no pattern, just written directions. I am about halfway done with them. Last week I made a camera bag for myself. It took about a week to complete. It turned out great! I was very proud of myself because I have never been able to complete such a complex project following a pattern before. It turned out great! It was actually a diaper bag pattern that I tweaked by adding extra foam to for the desired result. I haven't transferred my camera to it yet because I don't want to mess it up. Actually, I just need to get some fabric protector to spray on it and then I will be in business!
Oh and last but not least, the week before I made the camera bag, I made Sarah this tutu for Halloween and decorate a witch's hat for her. A picture is below. In my spare moments, I have also been trying to figure out my photo editing program. Here is the result of some of my experimenting!
Saturday evening I was sitting on my couch, a rare treat for me, and upon looking around my living room I just couldn't take the state of this house for one more second. Actually, what set this downward spiral into motion for me was the fact that I had asked Emma to unload the dishwasher and put away her overnight bag at least 10 times and she had done neither. I yelled upstairs for Emma to come down. As she appeared down the steps, I told her to get her sisters and for all of them to sit on the couch and wait for me.
When I came back inside much to my surprise they were all sitting there quietly on the couch...waiting. I sat down and began my lecture. Now it's important to know that I am a yeller. I love to yell and really it's not that much of a stretch from my normal voice because I tend to talk loudly anyway (according to my husband). While outside I decided to take a different approach, speaking firmly without raising my voice. As you can imagine this threw them all for a loop! I began by asking them if when I spoke to them if they heard my words in another language; as this would explain why they never respond when I ask them to pick up their crap. You will be happy to know that they all said they heard English spewing from my mouth. I then went into this long speech about how disrespectful it is to be slobs. That is was my responsibility to make sure they became responsible, productive adults. For a minute I felt like my body had been invaded by one or both of my parents! I continued by telling them their Father works his tail off to provide for them and when they leave lights and the television on in a room where no one is, it's wasteful. When they are too lazy to put away their clean clothes, leaving them sit around and then somehow they end up back in the dirty clothes hamper having never been work, after I have slaved over four hundred loads of laundry all ready - wasteful! Oh and disrespectful!!!! I threatened to take away all electronics from the twins and all of the little ones' toys. Before it was all said and done, Emma and Abigail were both crying. Olivia was doing her usual smile, batting her eyelashes and sweetly saying, "Okay Mommy" and Sarah well she didn't know what was going on so she just shook her head whichever way the others did.
After I was done with them and they were all working diligently around the house to clean up their crap, I called Scott at work to tell him of my conversation. I began telling him everything I had said to them and then he made a fatal mistake. He said, "One of my biggest stresses is coming home to a messy house!". No he didn't! I lost my marbles on him! I immediately told him that he could help the situation by helping me keep the kids on task. When he sees something that obviously belongs to one of the kids, instruct them to pick it up! After all, these are YOUR kids too! I think that many men who are lucky enough to have stay-at-home wives think that all we do is sit around on our tooshies all day doing nothing. This is such a crock! I rarely get to sit down and do anything for myself. Watch television? No way! Who could hear it over the arguing children? Talking on the telephone with friends? Not really an option if you want to be able to hear the conversation you are having. Let's face it, any Mother knows the telephone in your hand sends out a signal to any and all children that they need something RIGHT NOW! Anyway, I am sure that Scott regrets answering his cellphone.
Sunday the kids were all gleefully picking up the entire house. May be I just saw what I wanted to see! Regardless, every bedroom, bathroom, hallway and common areas of the house were clean! The laundry was done and put away and everyone got to keep their threatened objects.
Monday I tackled the playroom. I threw out three bags of trash, packed up an entire Rubbermaid tote full of toys to recycle and found several missing socks. Actually, I found enough clothing in the playroom to do a load of laundry! After all of that was finished I organized the toys and rearranged a little bit, vacuumed and cleaned.
Tuesday, I began a new sewing project. I am making a couple of dresses for Olivia and Sarah. It's supposedly an "easy" pattern, so easy in fact there is no pattern, just written directions. I am about halfway done with them. Last week I made a camera bag for myself. It took about a week to complete. It turned out great! I was very proud of myself because I have never been able to complete such a complex project following a pattern before. It turned out great! It was actually a diaper bag pattern that I tweaked by adding extra foam to for the desired result. I haven't transferred my camera to it yet because I don't want to mess it up. Actually, I just need to get some fabric protector to spray on it and then I will be in business!
Oh and last but not least, the week before I made the camera bag, I made Sarah this tutu for Halloween and decorate a witch's hat for her. A picture is below. In my spare moments, I have also been trying to figure out my photo editing program. Here is the result of some of my experimenting!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Coffee Crisis is Over
Over the weekend I discovered that my local coffee shop is back in business! No longer is it Smoothie Brews, it is now known as Overlatte Cafe. I have mixed emotions about this change, which of course I will be sharing with you.
I first noticed they were open Saturday morning on my way to Emma's soccer game. I didn't stop because I was all ready running late (Shocking, I know!). The reason I was running late this particular time? Well, I had stopped at Starbucks to get my bean juice fix. I seriously considering stopping at Overlatte on my way home but I was all ready too hopped up on the venti pumpkin spice latte.
When we got home from the game, I decided to blog because I hadn't done any blogging for a couple of days. With my blog complete, I made the executive decision to lay down on the couch and relax for a bit. For unknown reasons, I couldn't focus on sleep. I asked Emma if she wanted to run to Easton and use her birthday money. She was game and off we went to Barnes and Noble with a pit stop at Overlatte Cafe. Emma ordered a hot chocolate and I, my usual, a non-fat milky way with whip cream. I guess I should have been more specific about my order because they gave me my "usual" as a frozen bevereage rather than hot. Not wanting to get off on the wrong foot, I didn't complain.
I have been several times since then and everytime I have to be extrodinarily specific. Despite the fact that I am overly specific, each and every time I pull up to the window they ask me again what I ordered and if I want skim milk. Hello??? Doesn't non-fat in the coffee world mean skim milk? They close the window and go to work and inevitably come back and ask if I want light or regular whip cream. Honestly, does it matter? What's the difference in a light whip cream? Fifteen calories at best! Furthermore, focus on the important part; getting the coffee right.
As of right now, I would give Overlatte Cafe a six in a scale of one to ten. In due time they will get it right! Right now I am just bitter that I can't pull up and say to my favorite employees' Jake and Debbie, "I'll have my usual". This too shall pass.....
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
I first noticed they were open Saturday morning on my way to Emma's soccer game. I didn't stop because I was all ready running late (Shocking, I know!). The reason I was running late this particular time? Well, I had stopped at Starbucks to get my bean juice fix. I seriously considering stopping at Overlatte on my way home but I was all ready too hopped up on the venti pumpkin spice latte.
When we got home from the game, I decided to blog because I hadn't done any blogging for a couple of days. With my blog complete, I made the executive decision to lay down on the couch and relax for a bit. For unknown reasons, I couldn't focus on sleep. I asked Emma if she wanted to run to Easton and use her birthday money. She was game and off we went to Barnes and Noble with a pit stop at Overlatte Cafe. Emma ordered a hot chocolate and I, my usual, a non-fat milky way with whip cream. I guess I should have been more specific about my order because they gave me my "usual" as a frozen bevereage rather than hot. Not wanting to get off on the wrong foot, I didn't complain.
I have been several times since then and everytime I have to be extrodinarily specific. Despite the fact that I am overly specific, each and every time I pull up to the window they ask me again what I ordered and if I want skim milk. Hello??? Doesn't non-fat in the coffee world mean skim milk? They close the window and go to work and inevitably come back and ask if I want light or regular whip cream. Honestly, does it matter? What's the difference in a light whip cream? Fifteen calories at best! Furthermore, focus on the important part; getting the coffee right.
As of right now, I would give Overlatte Cafe a six in a scale of one to ten. In due time they will get it right! Right now I am just bitter that I can't pull up and say to my favorite employees' Jake and Debbie, "I'll have my usual". This too shall pass.....
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Mom, We Missed The Bus
My day started like this; Mom, we missed the bus! Normally, the first thing that would pop into a parent's mind would be anger followed by, "Great! Now I have to get up, get dressed and drive your astronaut to school!" But not me, no, the first thing that entered my mind was laughter. I started laughing! You see, my sister is writing a book called Mom, I missed the bus!. So as I laid there half asleep, all I could think about was my sister's funny manuscript about raising kids. Finally, I got myself awake enough to look at the clock and realized I could sleep ten more minutes. I told Abigail to wake me up at 7:00am and to let Torros out.
Promptly at 7:00am, Abigail stood over me summoning me out of bed. I had hoped that I would get to sleep in again this morning but I guess this wasn't in the cards today. I got up, got dressed and drove Emma and Abigail to school. All the while hoping that no one would see me. I didn't bother to brush my hair, in fact, I just threw on some mismatched clothes sans undergarments and was ready to go. As I sit here typing this, I am reminded of a similar situation that happened to me as a teenager.
In high school I drove a 1979 Mustang. It wasn't the best car in the world but in those days, (GAWD! Did I really just type "in those days"?) we were happy to have any kind of car. Have you driven past any high school parking lot these days and looked at the vehicles parked in the lot? Seriously, a vast majority of the cars in a high school parking lot are way better than anything I could have hoped to drive! Shoot, some of them are nicer than what I drive now. Okay focus Krissy, focus.....My Mustang had issues, a cracked engine block to be exact. However, it drove despite the grey fog that seeped out the tailpipe while cruising along. It was for this reason that my friends thought it would be funny to get me a key chain that read, "Keys to the Shit mobile".
One morning I was following my normal routine of getting ready, picking up Michelle and heading to school when tragedy struck. Tragedy? I think that's a little mellow-dramatic for the situation but whatever. Michelle was in the car, we were headed to school when low and behold my car just died. Luckily we weren't far from her house and were able to go back inside and call my Mom. You might also note that we didn't have cellphones then or we wouldn't have had to get out of the car. My Mom, apparently in a similar prediciment as I was in this morning jumped into action. She was quickly there to drive us to school. On the ride there she felt it necessary to announce to us that she hoped we didn't get in an accident because she wasn't wearing any underwear! What the????? Seriously, Michelle and I both burst into laughter. For me it was utter humiliation and for Michelle, I can only guess it was simply hysterical.
This brings me to my next topic. Why do people of a certain generation worry about having clean underwear on in the event of an accident? Let's be honest, if you get into a fender bender you aren't likely to soil your britches. If by chance the accident is severe enough to cause you to lose control, are you really going to care what your underwear look like? Your first thought after a serious accident, "Oh dear! I hope my underwear are clean!" I think not!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Promptly at 7:00am, Abigail stood over me summoning me out of bed. I had hoped that I would get to sleep in again this morning but I guess this wasn't in the cards today. I got up, got dressed and drove Emma and Abigail to school. All the while hoping that no one would see me. I didn't bother to brush my hair, in fact, I just threw on some mismatched clothes sans undergarments and was ready to go. As I sit here typing this, I am reminded of a similar situation that happened to me as a teenager.
In high school I drove a 1979 Mustang. It wasn't the best car in the world but in those days, (GAWD! Did I really just type "in those days"?) we were happy to have any kind of car. Have you driven past any high school parking lot these days and looked at the vehicles parked in the lot? Seriously, a vast majority of the cars in a high school parking lot are way better than anything I could have hoped to drive! Shoot, some of them are nicer than what I drive now. Okay focus Krissy, focus.....My Mustang had issues, a cracked engine block to be exact. However, it drove despite the grey fog that seeped out the tailpipe while cruising along. It was for this reason that my friends thought it would be funny to get me a key chain that read, "Keys to the Shit mobile".
One morning I was following my normal routine of getting ready, picking up Michelle and heading to school when tragedy struck. Tragedy? I think that's a little mellow-dramatic for the situation but whatever. Michelle was in the car, we were headed to school when low and behold my car just died. Luckily we weren't far from her house and were able to go back inside and call my Mom. You might also note that we didn't have cellphones then or we wouldn't have had to get out of the car. My Mom, apparently in a similar prediciment as I was in this morning jumped into action. She was quickly there to drive us to school. On the ride there she felt it necessary to announce to us that she hoped we didn't get in an accident because she wasn't wearing any underwear! What the????? Seriously, Michelle and I both burst into laughter. For me it was utter humiliation and for Michelle, I can only guess it was simply hysterical.
This brings me to my next topic. Why do people of a certain generation worry about having clean underwear on in the event of an accident? Let's be honest, if you get into a fender bender you aren't likely to soil your britches. If by chance the accident is severe enough to cause you to lose control, are you really going to care what your underwear look like? Your first thought after a serious accident, "Oh dear! I hope my underwear are clean!" I think not!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Bitch Blog
Yes, you read that right! This is in fact going to be a bitch blog today! I am feeling bitchy and I need to get it out somewhere. Unfortunately, you are my audience. Sorry about your luck. Of course, I could state the obvious which is you could stop reading right now but I bet you will be able to relate. I will at the very least try to make it humorous.
I think China (and other similar countries might be onto something) has been on to something for quite sometime in regards to children. A few things about this country stand out in my mind and I am going to share them with you in the following paragraphs.
*FYI: I am not following the "rules" in my writing today either.*
The first thing that really stands out in my mind is that on average, China's children spend 8.6 hours a day at school, with some spending 12 hours a day in the classroom. What parent couldn't appreciate those long school days? That doesn't even count the amount of time that they have to spend on homework and possible music lessons, etc. Here in the United States, our children go to school an average of 6.5 to 7 hours a day. Is it any wonder we are behind other countries in education? I don't know if they go to school year round there but I am a huge supporter of that movement.
Next is their opinion about child labor. Get out there, get a job in a sweat shop and pull your weight around here when you aren't in school! I heard on television the other day, it is estimated that it will cost parents $250,000 to raise one child to adulthood. I suck at math but let me work this problem out for you, k? I have four children and on an average each of these children will cost me $250,000;
4 x $250,000.00 = $1,000,000.00! YIKES! The real question here is should I add in interest for all of the things that I have had to charge because I all ready spent all my cash on them? Really, if that were the case, we might as well call it $2,000,000.00! GET A JOB KIDS!
Finally, limitation of offspring. In China, you are only allowed to have two children. It makes no difference if you have two boys, two girls or one of each - The choice is yours which ones you keep! However, it is important to know that boys are considered to be far superior to girls in China. What would this mean to someone like me who has been blessed (or cursed) with four girls? Who would I have kept or stuck in an orphanage so I could try again for a boy? I wonder if you can take them on a trial basis? I could keep two girls until they turn into brats, turn them in and try again for a boy? I couldn't say for sure but I do know one thing, two kids are a lot easier than four kids.
By now, you are probably asking yourself, "Where is this coming from?" and wondering if I have fallen off my rocker! The answer is simple, I am worn out from these kids! No one warned me how much work they would be or how much money I would have to spend to supply their basic needs; let alone their wants! Kids are ungrateful and they don't care about your feelings or sacrifices. Two things brought this on today. The first of which was me getting up (all ready feeling like shit no thanks to an abscess tooth that I can't do anything about until January 1st) and taking a look around my messy house. I threatened them all with taking away the things they love. For the big kids this was their electronics, IE; cellphones, nook, camera, computer and anything that ran on batteries. For the little ones, it was the threat of taking away all of their toys.
Abigail responded fairly quickly to my order of getting the house picked up. Honestly, this probably had nothing to do with the possibility of losing anything. Abigail by nature is all about order! She likes things to be organized and predictable. Emma on the other hand, she could care less about anything being in its place. She is the polar opposite of Abigail in this respect. Emma is...well...there is just no nice way to say lazy! Her room could be considered a bio hazard. No worries about losing her either, your just follow her path of discarded belongings and it will lead you directly to her. Shoot, one time I came close to finding her between couch cushions! Anyway, I put them to work around the house and continued to work on my cleaning. Eventually I decided to take a smoke break and Emma followed me outside to tell me what Abigail had said about me. She was probably also trying to get out of working! Emma comes out on to the deck and proceeds to tell me Abigail had said that I was probably getting ready to start my period! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Is this what 12 year olds are really like? I must be getting ready to have my period because I am disgusted by their lack of work ethic? I didn't bother to say anything to Abigail because quite frankly, what would be the point?
Olivia and Sarah come with their own challenges in the cleaning area. Number one on their list of issues is lack of focus. They are just not able to focus at the task at hand for more than a few minutes. I normally try to work around this problem in creative ways but today I feel like crap and just want the toys picked up and put away. My threat to them was to get rid of all the toys if they aren't picked up. Here is how the conversation went with Sarah:
Me: I want you two to go downstairs and pick up your toys.
Olivia and Sarah: Okay Mommy
Me: I mean it, I am going to take a shower and when I get done they had better be picked up!
Olivia and Sarah: Okay Mommy
Me: I am serious girls! If they are not picked up, I am going to pack them all up and take them away.
Olivia: Okay Mommy (Olivia is an agreeable child)
Sarah: Welllll, just take them away then Mommy!
Me: Pardon me?
Sarah: *dead silence*
Olivia quickly vacates the area (she is also not stupid)
Me: What did you say to me Sarah? (because I thought may be I was hearing things)
Sarah: Take them away Mommy!
Me: You can yourself a seat in timeout and when the timer goes off you may go clean!
Sarah: CRYING
Now I would love to tell you that any of this was effective but it would be a bold faced lie. I took a shower and the mess was unmoved. If I were feeling more motivated I would have immediately gone downstairs as promised and packed it all up. However, as I think I mentioned I feel like crap today so I instead gave them another opportunity to succeed. The timer has been set for 30 minutes and then I am seriously going to stick to my word. I am over the toys, twelve years of toys is too much for any one person to bear!
In hindsight, I should have entitled this blog, "The Ways of the World! Installment #1"
Sincerely,
The Queen on Insanity
I think China (and other similar countries might be onto something) has been on to something for quite sometime in regards to children. A few things about this country stand out in my mind and I am going to share them with you in the following paragraphs.
*FYI: I am not following the "rules" in my writing today either.*
The first thing that really stands out in my mind is that on average, China's children spend 8.6 hours a day at school, with some spending 12 hours a day in the classroom. What parent couldn't appreciate those long school days? That doesn't even count the amount of time that they have to spend on homework and possible music lessons, etc. Here in the United States, our children go to school an average of 6.5 to 7 hours a day. Is it any wonder we are behind other countries in education? I don't know if they go to school year round there but I am a huge supporter of that movement.
Next is their opinion about child labor. Get out there, get a job in a sweat shop and pull your weight around here when you aren't in school! I heard on television the other day, it is estimated that it will cost parents $250,000 to raise one child to adulthood. I suck at math but let me work this problem out for you, k? I have four children and on an average each of these children will cost me $250,000;
4 x $250,000.00 = $1,000,000.00! YIKES! The real question here is should I add in interest for all of the things that I have had to charge because I all ready spent all my cash on them? Really, if that were the case, we might as well call it $2,000,000.00! GET A JOB KIDS!
Finally, limitation of offspring. In China, you are only allowed to have two children. It makes no difference if you have two boys, two girls or one of each - The choice is yours which ones you keep! However, it is important to know that boys are considered to be far superior to girls in China. What would this mean to someone like me who has been blessed (or cursed) with four girls? Who would I have kept or stuck in an orphanage so I could try again for a boy? I wonder if you can take them on a trial basis? I could keep two girls until they turn into brats, turn them in and try again for a boy? I couldn't say for sure but I do know one thing, two kids are a lot easier than four kids.
By now, you are probably asking yourself, "Where is this coming from?" and wondering if I have fallen off my rocker! The answer is simple, I am worn out from these kids! No one warned me how much work they would be or how much money I would have to spend to supply their basic needs; let alone their wants! Kids are ungrateful and they don't care about your feelings or sacrifices. Two things brought this on today. The first of which was me getting up (all ready feeling like shit no thanks to an abscess tooth that I can't do anything about until January 1st) and taking a look around my messy house. I threatened them all with taking away the things they love. For the big kids this was their electronics, IE; cellphones, nook, camera, computer and anything that ran on batteries. For the little ones, it was the threat of taking away all of their toys.
Abigail responded fairly quickly to my order of getting the house picked up. Honestly, this probably had nothing to do with the possibility of losing anything. Abigail by nature is all about order! She likes things to be organized and predictable. Emma on the other hand, she could care less about anything being in its place. She is the polar opposite of Abigail in this respect. Emma is...well...there is just no nice way to say lazy! Her room could be considered a bio hazard. No worries about losing her either, your just follow her path of discarded belongings and it will lead you directly to her. Shoot, one time I came close to finding her between couch cushions! Anyway, I put them to work around the house and continued to work on my cleaning. Eventually I decided to take a smoke break and Emma followed me outside to tell me what Abigail had said about me. She was probably also trying to get out of working! Emma comes out on to the deck and proceeds to tell me Abigail had said that I was probably getting ready to start my period! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Is this what 12 year olds are really like? I must be getting ready to have my period because I am disgusted by their lack of work ethic? I didn't bother to say anything to Abigail because quite frankly, what would be the point?
Olivia and Sarah come with their own challenges in the cleaning area. Number one on their list of issues is lack of focus. They are just not able to focus at the task at hand for more than a few minutes. I normally try to work around this problem in creative ways but today I feel like crap and just want the toys picked up and put away. My threat to them was to get rid of all the toys if they aren't picked up. Here is how the conversation went with Sarah:
Me: I want you two to go downstairs and pick up your toys.
Olivia and Sarah: Okay Mommy
Me: I mean it, I am going to take a shower and when I get done they had better be picked up!
Olivia and Sarah: Okay Mommy
Me: I am serious girls! If they are not picked up, I am going to pack them all up and take them away.
Olivia: Okay Mommy (Olivia is an agreeable child)
Sarah: Welllll, just take them away then Mommy!
Me: Pardon me?
Sarah: *dead silence*
Olivia quickly vacates the area (she is also not stupid)
Me: What did you say to me Sarah? (because I thought may be I was hearing things)
Sarah: Take them away Mommy!
Me: You can yourself a seat in timeout and when the timer goes off you may go clean!
Sarah: CRYING
Now I would love to tell you that any of this was effective but it would be a bold faced lie. I took a shower and the mess was unmoved. If I were feeling more motivated I would have immediately gone downstairs as promised and packed it all up. However, as I think I mentioned I feel like crap today so I instead gave them another opportunity to succeed. The timer has been set for 30 minutes and then I am seriously going to stick to my word. I am over the toys, twelve years of toys is too much for any one person to bear!
In hindsight, I should have entitled this blog, "The Ways of the World! Installment #1"
Sincerely,
The Queen on Insanity
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Latex Allergies are NOT funny (WARNING TMI)
As you know, Emma and Abigail turned twelve on Wednesday. We had an intimate party of immediate family only. We served pizza, cake and key lime pie and of course, the girls' got presents. There was just one issue at the party; I made the mistake of purchasing one mylar balloon and eleven latex balloons for each of them. If you don't already know, I am allergic to latex. It was probably stupid of me to think I could outwit my allergy but I thought this once, I would make the sacrifice for my girls. Turns out I was wrong!
When I tell people I am allergic to latex they immediately start laughing. The very first thing that pops into everyone's mind is condoms (which leads me to believe everyone I run into is perverted)! Without fail every single person laughs as soon as I tell them about my allergy. Ironically, the way I discovered I was allergic was going through infertility treatment while trying to conceive Emma and Abigail. You see when you are going through treatments, almost every single appointment you are given a trans vaginal ultrasound. And what do they use on the ultrasound wand? Latex condoms. After every appointment I would become extremely itchy and would have swelling down below. After several visits, we came to the conclusion I was apparently allergic to latex. From this point on I have tried to avoid latex.
Back to the party, I tried to be cautious about my exposure. When I brought the balloons home, I immediately put them upstairs in Emma's room as to minimize my time around them. Before the party started I gave them their balloons by sending them to retrieve them and told them they could do as they wished with them but to remember to keep them away from me. They were very good about keeping them together and away from anywhere I would come in direct contact with them.
With the party in full swing, my father-in-law, who is apparently extremely forgetful, decides to cut some of the balloons down and proceeds to give them to Ryan, Olivia, Sarah and Emily. Now, I am not opposed to the children enjoying themselves and running around like crazy little fools; but what I am completely against is them running around with an allergen that could seriously send me into anaphylatic shock! I tried to grin and bear it but before you know it, I was hacking and could feel my throat restricting. I turned to Scott and told him where my epipen was, just in case, and he looked at me like I was insane. May be he wants me dead? Anyway, it didn't kill me but it certainly played a number on my ability to breath with ease and put pressure on my sinuses. This reaction in turn put pressure on my abscess tooth!
Thursday was a horribly miserable day for me. Luckily, my dentist called in antibiotics for my tooth and I drugged up on whatever pain killer I could find. I was never so happy to see bedtime as I was that night! I was dead asleep and woke up in excruciating pain at 2am and was up until 4am. The best part of it all, besides taking a serious pain killer, was when Scott came home from work at 3am and evidently thought I had "waited" up for him! Seriously!?! He kept saying, "You coming up to bed? HUH? You coming?" Dude, you are sadly mistaken if you think I am "coming up to bed" with you. Just yesterday you were wishing me dead by not caring about where my epipen was and now you want me to "come up to bed" with you? Men, aren't they dandy?
Just so you know, latex allergies are actually very serious. There are so many things that contain latex that you don't even think about, like band aides and certain balls, for instance. Which actually just gave me a great idea! Sorry Scott, I can't come to bed with you because your balls could possibly contain latex! HA! I crack myself up! Seriously though, I can't even get a flu shot because the type of syringes they use to administer them contain latex. It's not a laughing matter my friends!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
When I tell people I am allergic to latex they immediately start laughing. The very first thing that pops into everyone's mind is condoms (which leads me to believe everyone I run into is perverted)! Without fail every single person laughs as soon as I tell them about my allergy. Ironically, the way I discovered I was allergic was going through infertility treatment while trying to conceive Emma and Abigail. You see when you are going through treatments, almost every single appointment you are given a trans vaginal ultrasound. And what do they use on the ultrasound wand? Latex condoms. After every appointment I would become extremely itchy and would have swelling down below. After several visits, we came to the conclusion I was apparently allergic to latex. From this point on I have tried to avoid latex.
Back to the party, I tried to be cautious about my exposure. When I brought the balloons home, I immediately put them upstairs in Emma's room as to minimize my time around them. Before the party started I gave them their balloons by sending them to retrieve them and told them they could do as they wished with them but to remember to keep them away from me. They were very good about keeping them together and away from anywhere I would come in direct contact with them.
With the party in full swing, my father-in-law, who is apparently extremely forgetful, decides to cut some of the balloons down and proceeds to give them to Ryan, Olivia, Sarah and Emily. Now, I am not opposed to the children enjoying themselves and running around like crazy little fools; but what I am completely against is them running around with an allergen that could seriously send me into anaphylatic shock! I tried to grin and bear it but before you know it, I was hacking and could feel my throat restricting. I turned to Scott and told him where my epipen was, just in case, and he looked at me like I was insane. May be he wants me dead? Anyway, it didn't kill me but it certainly played a number on my ability to breath with ease and put pressure on my sinuses. This reaction in turn put pressure on my abscess tooth!
Thursday was a horribly miserable day for me. Luckily, my dentist called in antibiotics for my tooth and I drugged up on whatever pain killer I could find. I was never so happy to see bedtime as I was that night! I was dead asleep and woke up in excruciating pain at 2am and was up until 4am. The best part of it all, besides taking a serious pain killer, was when Scott came home from work at 3am and evidently thought I had "waited" up for him! Seriously!?! He kept saying, "You coming up to bed? HUH? You coming?" Dude, you are sadly mistaken if you think I am "coming up to bed" with you. Just yesterday you were wishing me dead by not caring about where my epipen was and now you want me to "come up to bed" with you? Men, aren't they dandy?
Just so you know, latex allergies are actually very serious. There are so many things that contain latex that you don't even think about, like band aides and certain balls, for instance. Which actually just gave me a great idea! Sorry Scott, I can't come to bed with you because your balls could possibly contain latex! HA! I crack myself up! Seriously though, I can't even get a flu shot because the type of syringes they use to administer them contain latex. It's not a laughing matter my friends!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Happy Birthday Emma and Abigail
Twelve years ago today I was blessed with two beautiful little baby girls! I am not sure now if I am blessed or cursed as I have been "blessed" with two more beautiful girls since. I couldn't say for sure but I think either Scott or I have been given the parental curse; You know the one passed down generation to generation?
Anyway, I am truly amazed at how quickly the time has passed. I can remember bringing these two tiny little babies home home from the hospital and being terrified. Terrified that we would get in a car wreck before we even made it home. Not to mention, all the challenges that parenting would bring. Here is how the years have panned out for me:
Year 1: I do not remember anything! I call it the black hole.
Year 2: Let the terror begin
Year 3: Let the terror continue (Terror = the would seek and destroy everything)
Year 4: I LOVE FOUR YEAR OLDS!
Year 5: WHERE IS THEIR FATHER???? IRAQ? Why didn't I join the Army?
Year 6: YAY SCHOOL!!!!!
Year 7: YAY ALL DAY SCHOOL!!!!!
Year 8: Who are these snot nose brats?
Year 9: Really? Who's kids are these? I am not kidding!
Year 10: SERIOUSLY? Who do they think they are rolling their eyes at me?
Year 11: Why am I being punished?
Year 12: Countdown till they are teenagers begins.....
On a more positive note, I do love the two of them with all my heart and I can't imagine a day without them as my girls!
Sincerely,
The Queen (who caused all of this) Insanity
Day 7 Without Smoothie Brews
MCDONALDS LATTE'S SUCK!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Where The Hell Can I Get a Decent Cup of Joe
Sincerely,
The Queen of Where The Hell Can I Get a Decent Cup of Joe
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Halloween Costumes
This year I decided that I wasn't spending a boat load of money on costumes for the kids. While the little ones will play in them long after Halloween is over, the bigger kids will not! Let's Start with Sarah's digs.
This is my Halloween witch tutu creation. This was dirt cheap to make and I got the hat at Goodwill for 95 cents. I sprayed it with Lysol before placing it on her head. Somewhere in this house I have a long sleeve black leotard, must find that!
Olivia is being a bumble bee for Halloween. It is exactly the same costume Sarah had last year! I got her costume at Goodwill for $3.99. All I need to do now is make her some bug antanes and some tights. Good to go!
Emma is being Elfaba from Wicked. For those of you who aren't familiar with Wicked, Elfaba is the wicked witch of the west - but as it turns out, isn't all that wicked! I got Emma's digs at Goodwill for a grand total of $7.99. That total includes; dress, boots, hat and a green turtle neck. We are on the hunt for green tights now.
Abigail is being GaLinda the "good witch" but you may just know her as Glinda. I got her dress at Goodwil as well. The dress was $5.99 but get this, it had a green tag! You will never guess what that means at Goodwill so I am just going to tell you, HALF OFF! $2.99, my friends! WOOT WOOT! Natalie came to the rescue to make the dress pouffy and loaned us a peticoat. Now we just need to make it sparkle. Here is a preview of the dress before we do anything to it!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Olivia is being a bumble bee for Halloween. It is exactly the same costume Sarah had last year! I got her costume at Goodwill for $3.99. All I need to do now is make her some bug antanes and some tights. Good to go!
Emma is being Elfaba from Wicked. For those of you who aren't familiar with Wicked, Elfaba is the wicked witch of the west - but as it turns out, isn't all that wicked! I got Emma's digs at Goodwill for a grand total of $7.99. That total includes; dress, boots, hat and a green turtle neck. We are on the hunt for green tights now.
Abigail is being GaLinda the "good witch" but you may just know her as Glinda. I got her dress at Goodwil as well. The dress was $5.99 but get this, it had a green tag! You will never guess what that means at Goodwill so I am just going to tell you, HALF OFF! $2.99, my friends! WOOT WOOT! Natalie came to the rescue to make the dress pouffy and loaned us a peticoat. Now we just need to make it sparkle. Here is a preview of the dress before we do anything to it!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Day 6 Without Smootie Brews
I am having complete and total withdrawal from Smoothie Brews. I have found other sources to get my daily fix. The only one that comes close is 15 minutes from my home.
I am not in love with Starbucks. One of my friends absolutely lives for Starbucks and I understand her need to have it. It is just that no matter how hard I try, I can't "love" it. I think their coffee is just "ok" and expensive. That being said, I have had to cups of their coffee today. My first was a venti (large) skinny carmel macciato and my second was a grande (medium) pumpkin spice latte. The pumpkin spice was yummy for a Starbucks coffee.
At this point, I am just waiting for Overlatte Cafe to open it's door so that I can get my coffee back! On and more positive note; because I can't go get my coffee in the morning, I have gotten an extra hour of sleep!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
I am not in love with Starbucks. One of my friends absolutely lives for Starbucks and I understand her need to have it. It is just that no matter how hard I try, I can't "love" it. I think their coffee is just "ok" and expensive. That being said, I have had to cups of their coffee today. My first was a venti (large) skinny carmel macciato and my second was a grande (medium) pumpkin spice latte. The pumpkin spice was yummy for a Starbucks coffee.
At this point, I am just waiting for Overlatte Cafe to open it's door so that I can get my coffee back! On and more positive note; because I can't go get my coffee in the morning, I have gotten an extra hour of sleep!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Please Keep Your Fluids Contained!
Last night I feel asleep on the couch and then remained there till this morning! The last thing I remember before drifting off into sweet slumber was Scott asking me if I was still awake and I replied, "Yup, I am still awake!" It could have only been 30 seconds later before I was out of commission! I must give him credit though, he did set the timer on the stove to wake me up this morning. God love him!
I woke up around 5:40am and patiently waited for Bella to arrive so that I could go back to the couch and sleep a little longer. While I was up, I made sure that Emma and Abigail were up and moving for the day. Once Bella had made it here and I had put her down in the pack and play, I was fast asleep again in no time at all. The next thing I know it is 7:20am. I still need to get a shower, get Olivia up, ready for school and at the bus stop by 8:10am! I jumped into the shower and decided that shaving my legs wasn't a necessity today (actually it should have been a top priority but there simply wasn't enough time). I quickly got ready and went to wake up Satan's little spawn (AKA: Olivia) up for the day. She is such a pain in the mornings with her protests! She never wants to get up, she is always too tired or too cold, it's always something! I pry her out of bed, get her dressed and to the bus stop with minimal time to spare. I picked up Jakob and headed home for round three.
Let me first say that Jakob is 7 months old. He is a cutie pie and for the most part is as happy as any 7 month old can be. Before going up to get Sarah and Bella up for the day, we played for a bit and I had him on my lap. We were singing a little song about the Grand ole Duke of York when it happened. All of the sudden I notice the ever distinctive smell of a dirty diaper.....but wait....I feel something warm on my legs.... Yes, I had been pooped on thanks to a blowout diaper! Having breastfed all of my kids, I thought this was a nursed child thing, I digress.
Sarah and Bella are so much more cheerful in the mornings than the other kids. They make me smile with their "Good Mornings" and bright smiling faces! This morning, was no different except for one thing - a wet bed! What the hello kitty is going on around here today??? Seriously!!! I had to strip Sarah's bed and then with stinky, wet sheets in hand bring the two of them down. I fixed their breakfast and got them dressed. Only slight protesting from Sarah who was apparently irritated that I picked jeans and a long sleeve shirt rather than a dress for her to wear today. With the two girls dressed and Jakob clean and re-dressed we are ready to take on the day!
Sarah usually has Tuesday School today but they were taking a field trip to a local pumpkin farm today. Since I do not have rocks for a brain, I made the choice for us to take a field trip to Target instead. After all, it is chilly out today and sprinkling off and on. Not to mention, I have no desire to take a 7 month old, 2 and 3 year old to a pumpkin patch full of allergens (all about me) in the crappy weather! Of course, loading up three kids who all require carseats isn't exactly ideal either but at least I can get a cup of coffee at Target to keep my blood pumping! A little car ride to the store, unload all three of them from the car and in to the store we go. I am sure people were staring at me and wondering what would possess me to make this trek! It turns out, taking three children, three and under to Target is good for the budget. For the first time ever in the existence of Target, I got out of there for under $25.00 (including pumpkin spice latte)!
We came home and everyone had lunch. Olivia got off the bus without an accident for the first time in a week and had her lunch. I switched my fourth load of laundry today and now I am patiently awaiting nap time for the kids so I can work on Sarah's Halloween costume.
All of this occurred before 12:30pm. Who wants to step into my shoes??? Any takers??? Come on you bunch of chickens!!!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
I woke up around 5:40am and patiently waited for Bella to arrive so that I could go back to the couch and sleep a little longer. While I was up, I made sure that Emma and Abigail were up and moving for the day. Once Bella had made it here and I had put her down in the pack and play, I was fast asleep again in no time at all. The next thing I know it is 7:20am. I still need to get a shower, get Olivia up, ready for school and at the bus stop by 8:10am! I jumped into the shower and decided that shaving my legs wasn't a necessity today (actually it should have been a top priority but there simply wasn't enough time). I quickly got ready and went to wake up Satan's little spawn (AKA: Olivia) up for the day. She is such a pain in the mornings with her protests! She never wants to get up, she is always too tired or too cold, it's always something! I pry her out of bed, get her dressed and to the bus stop with minimal time to spare. I picked up Jakob and headed home for round three.
Let me first say that Jakob is 7 months old. He is a cutie pie and for the most part is as happy as any 7 month old can be. Before going up to get Sarah and Bella up for the day, we played for a bit and I had him on my lap. We were singing a little song about the Grand ole Duke of York when it happened. All of the sudden I notice the ever distinctive smell of a dirty diaper.....but wait....I feel something warm on my legs.... Yes, I had been pooped on thanks to a blowout diaper! Having breastfed all of my kids, I thought this was a nursed child thing, I digress.
Sarah and Bella are so much more cheerful in the mornings than the other kids. They make me smile with their "Good Mornings" and bright smiling faces! This morning, was no different except for one thing - a wet bed! What the hello kitty is going on around here today??? Seriously!!! I had to strip Sarah's bed and then with stinky, wet sheets in hand bring the two of them down. I fixed their breakfast and got them dressed. Only slight protesting from Sarah who was apparently irritated that I picked jeans and a long sleeve shirt rather than a dress for her to wear today. With the two girls dressed and Jakob clean and re-dressed we are ready to take on the day!
Sarah usually has Tuesday School today but they were taking a field trip to a local pumpkin farm today. Since I do not have rocks for a brain, I made the choice for us to take a field trip to Target instead. After all, it is chilly out today and sprinkling off and on. Not to mention, I have no desire to take a 7 month old, 2 and 3 year old to a pumpkin patch full of allergens (all about me) in the crappy weather! Of course, loading up three kids who all require carseats isn't exactly ideal either but at least I can get a cup of coffee at Target to keep my blood pumping! A little car ride to the store, unload all three of them from the car and in to the store we go. I am sure people were staring at me and wondering what would possess me to make this trek! It turns out, taking three children, three and under to Target is good for the budget. For the first time ever in the existence of Target, I got out of there for under $25.00 (including pumpkin spice latte)!
We came home and everyone had lunch. Olivia got off the bus without an accident for the first time in a week and had her lunch. I switched my fourth load of laundry today and now I am patiently awaiting nap time for the kids so I can work on Sarah's Halloween costume.
All of this occurred before 12:30pm. Who wants to step into my shoes??? Any takers??? Come on you bunch of chickens!!!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Friday, October 1, 2010
Reconstructed
Okay, I need your opinions....How do you feel about my new layout? Does it even matter?
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Day 2 - Life Without Smoothie Brews
Hi, my name is Krissy (Hi Krissy!) and it has been two days since my last Smoothie Brew coffee.
The first time I had a coffee from Smoothie Brews I thought I could handle it. I would be in control. I don't even really like coffee. It's just a flavored mocha, what could it hurt? Just this one time, it'll be okay.
At first, I only went every once awhile. Then I found myself going every couple of days and before you know it every day. It progressed to the point that I was going everyday, twice a day! Sometimes I would even go three times in one day. It was a serious problem to my budget. I say this because there were times that I gathered up change to pay for a milky way fix. I could always find a way to pay for one. At my lowest point, and I am embarrassed to admit it, I would deny my kids a strawberry smoothie so that I could afford my fix.
I did find another place to get a fix yesterday but I dont' think it counts since it wasn't Smoothie Brews.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
The first time I had a coffee from Smoothie Brews I thought I could handle it. I would be in control. I don't even really like coffee. It's just a flavored mocha, what could it hurt? Just this one time, it'll be okay.
At first, I only went every once awhile. Then I found myself going every couple of days and before you know it every day. It progressed to the point that I was going everyday, twice a day! Sometimes I would even go three times in one day. It was a serious problem to my budget. I say this because there were times that I gathered up change to pay for a milky way fix. I could always find a way to pay for one. At my lowest point, and I am embarrassed to admit it, I would deny my kids a strawberry smoothie so that I could afford my fix.
I did find another place to get a fix yesterday but I dont' think it counts since it wasn't Smoothie Brews.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
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