Wednesday started out as my weekdays usually do; up early, twins off to school, coffee run, Olivia up and off to school, Sarah and Bella up and ready for the day and me worn out by 9:00am. Sometimes I think having a full-time job would be easier than being a stay-at-home Mom! I don't want to sound as if I am judging anyone, however, I think a lot of working Mothers think being at home with one's offspring is an easy stroll in the park - It is not, not at all! You are responsible for everything and have to be ready for anything. I personally do not know how working Mom's do it!
It's just Sarah and Bella with me this morning and I had a few errands to run. My first stop was to the bank to deposit babysitting money and another misc. check. The cries from the backseat were deafening - "CAN I HAVE A SUCKER?, I WANT A SUCKER! MOM? MOM? GET ME A SUCKER! MOM???" The checks were deposited and I got the children their stinking suckers - Silence at last!
The next stop on the agenda was Sam's Club. I am not sure if I blogged about this all ready but I am not having the best of luck at Sam's Club lately. It's not that I can't find what I need or even the fact that I blow way past my budget money there every couple of weeks. No, no, no, it's weird stuff. The week before I went to Virginia Beach I had gone to Walmart to get a couple of things for my trip and decided to stop at Sam's right next door to fill up my gas tank. I pulled up to the pump, got out and inserted my membership card into the slot on the pump. Actually, inserted implies that I was successful at getting my card in the slot and that is not the case here. When I put my card in, it somehow managed to get jammed part way in and part way out. Here I stand at the pump and my card is completely stuck! I can't get it to move one way or the other. There was a man at the pump behind me so I asked him to try and get it out - he was unable to get my card in or out. I had to go into the club and get an employee to come out and help. There was nothing that could be done and they had to completely shut the pump down. Fabulous! Back into the club I went to get a new card made. I got my new shiny card and tried again. This could only happen to me! Thinking my troubles were over I went back to Sam's yesterday to pay my bill. I entered the club and went to the self service payment machine, swiped my card, picked the appropriate selection and began the process of making my payment. I started putting my cash into the machine; one twenty dollar bill, two twenty dollar bills, oh no, its now spitting out my second twenty dollar bill! Now it spits out a receipt and says it has cancelled my transaction. WHAT? Are you kidding me? There is absolutely no mention of the first twenty I put in there. Oh this is just fantastic! Not only have I lost twenty bucks in this machine but I have Sarah and Bella insisting on having a cookie (remember the sucker fiasco?) from the bakery and this is all the money I have and if they won't give me my twenty back I am screwed! I told the membership card checker at the entrance what had happened and before you know it, I have a manager there. Luckily they were able to get my money back and I paid my bill at the service desk. I don't know what it is with me and Sam's Club lately but I have a feeling it's God's way of telling me I shouldn't shop there anymore.
I stopped at a drive thru on my way home to get myself some lunch because I am plum worn out from my morning activities. When I got home I ate said lunch and quickly fixed the little kids lunch. After lunch was over, I put Bella down for her nap and turned Noggin on for Olivia and Sarah in the basement. Once everyone was situated I plopped down on the couch and began an afternoon of vegetation. What I really wanted to do was sleep but I was trying to resist. Scott was in charge of the remote as usual and for once he choose something that I would enjoy watching - Couples Retreat. It was funny enough to keep me somewhat alert. As we were watching the movie there was a knock at the door.
As I walked around the corned from the living room to the entry I saw an older gentleman standing at my door. I didn't recognize him and he certainly didn't look like a salesman. When I opened the door, he said, "You wouldn't be a police officer, would you?" I laughed out loud and briefly thought of saying I was but instead I responded with, "Uh, no.". He then asked if "he" would be able to speak to him. I said, sure and went and got Scott. In retrospect this could have been a mistake but honestly, what are you going to do in a situation like this? I got the cop!
Scott went to the door and stepped outside to talk to this guy. I, being nosey, also stepped outside to see what this guy wanted. Apparently, he had been charged with domestic violence two years ago, broke the protection order by calling his "woman" on the telephone and he had to spend a couple days in jail. The woman in question has since passed away and he wanted to know if he would be violating the protection order going back into the house. Of course Scott told him he had no idea without seeing the paperwork but his best would be to stay away until he clears it up within the court system. Yeah, I am still in shock because I can't ever imagine going up to some one's home I didn't know just because it's obvious a cop lives there. Well, unless there was a serious emergency. Over the years though, Scott has received several calls from family and friends about a variety of situations. Sometimes he can offer advice and other times, not so much. I think when you are in a career field like law and/or law enforcement or the medical field you might as well expect that people are going to consult you from time to time. That was the highlight of my otherwise boring day.
I didn't nap yesterday but after lounging on the couch all afternoon I needed a little pick me up, which came in the form of Super B Complex. It took about an hour for it to kick in but once it did I was getting all kinds of things done and eating every step of the way. For those of you who inquired if it works, hello kitty yeah it works! Here's the thing, you have to drink a lot of water when you take it but know this, it will without a doubt make you hungry. At first I tried to stick with healthy choices but by the end of the evening I was eating chips, salsa and con queso dip! It also kept me up till midnight which isn't exactly optimal when you have to get up before the sun rises every morning. Here's my advice, take it early in the day, like with breakfast!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Thursday, September 16, 2010
I can't deny it, I Love Naps!
Yes, you read that right, I love naps! I denied my instinct to nap Monday and was successful. I also found that all I could was clean and organize. I think napping is much easier to endure! I am just sayin'!
Tuesday morning I got up to use the restroom around 5:15am, a good 25 minutes before my alarm typically goes off. When I came back to my bed Sarah was standing there demanding that she was ready to get up for the day. Are you flipping kidding me? I am still in sleep mode! What is this child thinking? I quickly realized after arguing with her for a few minutes, she was bound and determined to be up for the day, I digress.
Up and at em' bright and early per Sarah! I still don't buy the old saying, "The early bird gets the worm!" Whatever! You know, if that bird was really determined it could find a worm any old time of the day! Sarah was just excited for her first day of Day School (It is a program at a local church, not far from our house). She will attend once a week for a couple of hours, one day a week.
Since we were awake we went downstairs to find Emma and Abigail all ready up and ready for the day. I don't understand these kids! When I want them to be responsible to get up and moving in the morning on their own it's not possible - Frustrating to say the least. Regardless, I was awake and was just waiting for Bella to get here. She finally arrived and Sarah helped me get her in and up to her pack and play. Bella was passed out asleep within minutes but Sarah was going strong!
We got Emma and Abigail off to school and headed to Smoothie Brews for my daily fix.
When we got back, we woke Olivia and Bella up and got Olivia ready to go off to school for the day. Then finally it was time to take Sarah to Day School. She ran right in, hung her bag up and didn't even look back at me. Great, I am off to enjoy some quiet time at home, not quite alone but quiet time none-the-less. Bella and I came back home and I decided to tackle Emma's room.
Emma's room. Yes, that is a statement because sometimes the words flee me. It is difficult to find a way to describe the state of her room. This could be some kind of payback for having a messy room as a teenager but I am almost positive that my room was never like hers at such a young age. I can tell you despite the fact that I was a slob as a teenager, my drawers were always organized. I had an underwear drawer, a sock drawer and drawers designated for certain groups of clothing - you get the idea, right? Most people do have specific drawers for specific groups of clothing. Not Emma. oh no! Apparently, it is perfectly acceptable to her to mix socks, undergarments, bathing suits and empty pop cans. Yes, you did read that correctly, empty pop cans. I can't figure that one out myself! Is the pop can there because she is a practicing hoarder or was she trying to hide it from me? Every orifice of her room has some sort of clutter in or on it. Big papers, little scraps of paper, pencils, pens, video game cartridges, clean and dirty clothes mixed together - it is literally everywhere!
Normally when I go in to clean her room, I get really mad and just take everything laying around her room that isn't where it ought to be and pile it on her bed. When she comes home from where ever she has been I make her go upstairs and put it all away. Of course, this usually backfires on me because she thinks of her closet as a catch-all. I will go up to inspect and everything is shoved in the closet, to the point that it is neck deep and literally falls right out when you open the door. This begs the question, "How did she get the door shut?" She must be magical!!! If that were the case, she should be able to get her room clean with little effort. Anyhow, this particular day I really dug in to it. I took everything out of her drawers (empty pop cans included) and carefully went through all of it. When I had completed the task of sorting all of it out, I had one garbage bag full of trash and two bags for Goodwill. Her room was clean and organized - aaaahhhh!
When Emma came home from school, I told her that I had spent some time in her room that morning. She immediately freaked out and refused to go in there. I am sure she was fearing the worst because she obviously knows her room is a pigsty. Finally, three hours later she went into her room and promptly came downstairs and said, "Good job Mom!". A simple thank you would have sufficed. Good job Mom? I don't get it, not one bit. Regardless of my efforts, it won't last more than a week tops! For right now though, it is satisfying to know it is clean for now.
At 11:40am, it was time to pick up Sarah. I loaded Bella in the car and off we went to get her from school. She was happy and had a fun time. We got back in the car and came home. Olivia got off the bus with Ryan because there is no one way I can be in two places at once - even with my superior Mothering skills (hahaha). Olivia and Ryan wanted to play for a little bit at Natalie's house - JACKPOT!!!!! This meant it was just Sarah, Bella and Me at home - all of us needed a nap. I fed them lunch and told Sarah of my napping plan. She was not happy to say the least, insisting that she didn't need a nap. Guess who one this battle? I put Bella down for her nap and then went to my comfy couch, laid down and summoned Sarah to come cuddle with me. She put up a little fight but eventually gave in stating firmly, "I am not......." and out she went. I quickly followed and we both slept for a good two hours.
Emma and Abigail got home from school shortly after we woke up and so the afternoon and evening event began. It was time for dance classes. Tonight I was taking Emily with us because Marc and Natalie had curriculum night at the kindergarten center. So off we went to dance class. Sarah and Emily had dance class first and then Abigail's classes started an hour later. I don't stay for Abigail's classes because she is there for a couple of hours and it's only about a mile from our house. I loaded the two little one's back into the car and we left for home.
For some reason I was still tired despite the afternoon nap and didnt' feel like cooking dinner. I decided to order pizza, fed the kids and watched the little kids play - as I was too tired to play with them. Marc and Natalie showed up to pick up Ryan and Emily and before long it was time to pick Abigail up. When we got home everyone got ready for bed, lights out!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Tuesday morning I got up to use the restroom around 5:15am, a good 25 minutes before my alarm typically goes off. When I came back to my bed Sarah was standing there demanding that she was ready to get up for the day. Are you flipping kidding me? I am still in sleep mode! What is this child thinking? I quickly realized after arguing with her for a few minutes, she was bound and determined to be up for the day, I digress.
Up and at em' bright and early per Sarah! I still don't buy the old saying, "The early bird gets the worm!" Whatever! You know, if that bird was really determined it could find a worm any old time of the day! Sarah was just excited for her first day of Day School (It is a program at a local church, not far from our house). She will attend once a week for a couple of hours, one day a week.
Since we were awake we went downstairs to find Emma and Abigail all ready up and ready for the day. I don't understand these kids! When I want them to be responsible to get up and moving in the morning on their own it's not possible - Frustrating to say the least. Regardless, I was awake and was just waiting for Bella to get here. She finally arrived and Sarah helped me get her in and up to her pack and play. Bella was passed out asleep within minutes but Sarah was going strong!
We got Emma and Abigail off to school and headed to Smoothie Brews for my daily fix.
When we got back, we woke Olivia and Bella up and got Olivia ready to go off to school for the day. Then finally it was time to take Sarah to Day School. She ran right in, hung her bag up and didn't even look back at me. Great, I am off to enjoy some quiet time at home, not quite alone but quiet time none-the-less. Bella and I came back home and I decided to tackle Emma's room.
Emma's room. Yes, that is a statement because sometimes the words flee me. It is difficult to find a way to describe the state of her room. This could be some kind of payback for having a messy room as a teenager but I am almost positive that my room was never like hers at such a young age. I can tell you despite the fact that I was a slob as a teenager, my drawers were always organized. I had an underwear drawer, a sock drawer and drawers designated for certain groups of clothing - you get the idea, right? Most people do have specific drawers for specific groups of clothing. Not Emma. oh no! Apparently, it is perfectly acceptable to her to mix socks, undergarments, bathing suits and empty pop cans. Yes, you did read that correctly, empty pop cans. I can't figure that one out myself! Is the pop can there because she is a practicing hoarder or was she trying to hide it from me? Every orifice of her room has some sort of clutter in or on it. Big papers, little scraps of paper, pencils, pens, video game cartridges, clean and dirty clothes mixed together - it is literally everywhere!
Normally when I go in to clean her room, I get really mad and just take everything laying around her room that isn't where it ought to be and pile it on her bed. When she comes home from where ever she has been I make her go upstairs and put it all away. Of course, this usually backfires on me because she thinks of her closet as a catch-all. I will go up to inspect and everything is shoved in the closet, to the point that it is neck deep and literally falls right out when you open the door. This begs the question, "How did she get the door shut?" She must be magical!!! If that were the case, she should be able to get her room clean with little effort. Anyhow, this particular day I really dug in to it. I took everything out of her drawers (empty pop cans included) and carefully went through all of it. When I had completed the task of sorting all of it out, I had one garbage bag full of trash and two bags for Goodwill. Her room was clean and organized - aaaahhhh!
When Emma came home from school, I told her that I had spent some time in her room that morning. She immediately freaked out and refused to go in there. I am sure she was fearing the worst because she obviously knows her room is a pigsty. Finally, three hours later she went into her room and promptly came downstairs and said, "Good job Mom!". A simple thank you would have sufficed. Good job Mom? I don't get it, not one bit. Regardless of my efforts, it won't last more than a week tops! For right now though, it is satisfying to know it is clean for now.
At 11:40am, it was time to pick up Sarah. I loaded Bella in the car and off we went to get her from school. She was happy and had a fun time. We got back in the car and came home. Olivia got off the bus with Ryan because there is no one way I can be in two places at once - even with my superior Mothering skills (hahaha). Olivia and Ryan wanted to play for a little bit at Natalie's house - JACKPOT!!!!! This meant it was just Sarah, Bella and Me at home - all of us needed a nap. I fed them lunch and told Sarah of my napping plan. She was not happy to say the least, insisting that she didn't need a nap. Guess who one this battle? I put Bella down for her nap and then went to my comfy couch, laid down and summoned Sarah to come cuddle with me. She put up a little fight but eventually gave in stating firmly, "I am not......." and out she went. I quickly followed and we both slept for a good two hours.
Emma and Abigail got home from school shortly after we woke up and so the afternoon and evening event began. It was time for dance classes. Tonight I was taking Emily with us because Marc and Natalie had curriculum night at the kindergarten center. So off we went to dance class. Sarah and Emily had dance class first and then Abigail's classes started an hour later. I don't stay for Abigail's classes because she is there for a couple of hours and it's only about a mile from our house. I loaded the two little one's back into the car and we left for home.
For some reason I was still tired despite the afternoon nap and didnt' feel like cooking dinner. I decided to order pizza, fed the kids and watched the little kids play - as I was too tired to play with them. Marc and Natalie showed up to pick up Ryan and Emily and before long it was time to pick Abigail up. When we got home everyone got ready for bed, lights out!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Overdrive
I woke up Monday morning with much enthusiasm. I do not know why other than I was hopeful that today I would not nap! There was so much to do and get caught up on and I needed a positive attitude. When my alarm went off, I hopped out of bed and promptly went to make sure Emma and Abigail were up and moving for the day. After I assured they were awake, I headed for the shower and started thinking about what I wanted to accomplish....as soon as I got my daily dose of my non-fat milky way. I got the twins off to the bus stop and hopped in the car towards where else but Smoothie Brews.
With my crack on board I was able to muster the energy to wake Olivia up and get her ready for school. This is no small feat most days. Olivia is much like her parents in the respect that she is not a morning person. I can't even be frustrated with her in the mornings when she acts like a total pain in the astronaut. I feel the exact same way every time my alarm goes off at 5:40am! Now I am sure I have mentioned (and if you know her at all you should know this without question) Olivia is a dress freak. She has a dress for nearly every occasion and she wears them without discretion. On this particular day, she needed to wear something yellow. Of course, of the one trillion dresses she has, she has not one yellow dress! We settled on a brown skirt with different color dots on it. The problem, it needed ironed! Oh how I hate to iron and yet I have had to iron two items for her in the past week. Why am I ironing for a five year old when I won't iron for myself? The answer - peace! It is completely worth it to have her happy because while she is normally a happy child, you don't want to come between her and her wardrobe. So I ironed her skirt and sent her off to school.
When I got back from the bus stop, I began taking everything out of Olivia's closet. I made an executive decision that we would be adding some hanging apparatus to her closet today. Once everything was out of her closet, I sorted out the summer items and the clothing that was too small for her, things she would never be caught dead in, ie; skorts, shorts and pants. Scott woke up and I told him of my plan. He wasn't exactly happy with the prospect of the job I had given him and told me what HIS plans for the day were. I gave him a couple of options and original plan was to go to Lowes and get the necessary items and then he would be free to do what he had planned until Emma had soccer practice. He would then hang the new racks after soccer. What actually transpired was a trip to Lowes and the bank, he got his haircut as planned and then came home and said it was too hot for him to go to the land (which was his agenda for the day) and cut down our overgrown garden. He hung the new racks in her closet.
While he was working on the closet project, I went through Olivia's room, reorganizing everything. When I was done in her room, I went into Sarah's room and did the same. Finally he finished Olivia's closet and I started hanging up all her clothes in the closet. It was so nice to be able to hang nearly everything! Olivia was so excited to have her dresses accessible. Before Scott installed this new clothing rack in her closet they were all too high for her to reach without using a make shift stool of her choosing, ripping the item she wanted down...along with whatever happened to get in her way. In fact, she was so excited at the new look of her closet, she even helped me hang all her clothes back up!
We had just enough left over to add some additional hanging space in Sarah's closet too. Sarah was skeptical at first but when she realized she could now reach her own clothing as well she was ecstatic. So ecstatic in fact, she changed her outfit six times in the matter of one hour. Woohoo! Yes, I am so excited at this new found independence Sarah has discovered! In all actuality, this means more laundry for me - yay!
After all these projects were completed, I found the time to make dinner, take Olivia to dance class while Scott took Emma to soccer, clean up our dinner mess, wash my bed sheets, do more dishes, vacuum the living room, put four totes full of old clothes in the attic, bath Olivia and Sarah and take a bath myself - all without one single nap.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
With my crack on board I was able to muster the energy to wake Olivia up and get her ready for school. This is no small feat most days. Olivia is much like her parents in the respect that she is not a morning person. I can't even be frustrated with her in the mornings when she acts like a total pain in the astronaut. I feel the exact same way every time my alarm goes off at 5:40am! Now I am sure I have mentioned (and if you know her at all you should know this without question) Olivia is a dress freak. She has a dress for nearly every occasion and she wears them without discretion. On this particular day, she needed to wear something yellow. Of course, of the one trillion dresses she has, she has not one yellow dress! We settled on a brown skirt with different color dots on it. The problem, it needed ironed! Oh how I hate to iron and yet I have had to iron two items for her in the past week. Why am I ironing for a five year old when I won't iron for myself? The answer - peace! It is completely worth it to have her happy because while she is normally a happy child, you don't want to come between her and her wardrobe. So I ironed her skirt and sent her off to school.
When I got back from the bus stop, I began taking everything out of Olivia's closet. I made an executive decision that we would be adding some hanging apparatus to her closet today. Once everything was out of her closet, I sorted out the summer items and the clothing that was too small for her, things she would never be caught dead in, ie; skorts, shorts and pants. Scott woke up and I told him of my plan. He wasn't exactly happy with the prospect of the job I had given him and told me what HIS plans for the day were. I gave him a couple of options and original plan was to go to Lowes and get the necessary items and then he would be free to do what he had planned until Emma had soccer practice. He would then hang the new racks after soccer. What actually transpired was a trip to Lowes and the bank, he got his haircut as planned and then came home and said it was too hot for him to go to the land (which was his agenda for the day) and cut down our overgrown garden. He hung the new racks in her closet.
While he was working on the closet project, I went through Olivia's room, reorganizing everything. When I was done in her room, I went into Sarah's room and did the same. Finally he finished Olivia's closet and I started hanging up all her clothes in the closet. It was so nice to be able to hang nearly everything! Olivia was so excited to have her dresses accessible. Before Scott installed this new clothing rack in her closet they were all too high for her to reach without using a make shift stool of her choosing, ripping the item she wanted down...along with whatever happened to get in her way. In fact, she was so excited at the new look of her closet, she even helped me hang all her clothes back up!
We had just enough left over to add some additional hanging space in Sarah's closet too. Sarah was skeptical at first but when she realized she could now reach her own clothing as well she was ecstatic. So ecstatic in fact, she changed her outfit six times in the matter of one hour. Woohoo! Yes, I am so excited at this new found independence Sarah has discovered! In all actuality, this means more laundry for me - yay!
After all these projects were completed, I found the time to make dinner, take Olivia to dance class while Scott took Emma to soccer, clean up our dinner mess, wash my bed sheets, do more dishes, vacuum the living room, put four totes full of old clothes in the attic, bath Olivia and Sarah and take a bath myself - all without one single nap.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Monday, September 13, 2010
The Weekend in Review
Saturday morning I rose out of bed anticipating that I was going to be full of energy. I figured going to bed early would have given me an edge on the day, boy was I wrong. When I first woke up I thought that I felt good, I thought today is the day I will be completely recovered from my trip or whatever has been wrong with me the entire week.
Every single day last week I napped. I napped Monday for brief periods in the car on our way back from Virginia Beach. Tuesday, I napped for 2.5 hours, Wednesday I napped for 1.5 hours, Thursday I napped for 2.5 hours and Friday for an hour while the kids ran around the house. Actually, on Friday I didn't even make it till the afternoon for my nap! I was napping by 10:15am. I have no idea why I have been so tired this week, my only guesses are I am either fighting something off or I am suffering from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Either way, I am tired and require a nap every day.
I went to bed early enough Friday night. The girls and I had gone to my sister's for pizza pies made in her fire pit. We had a good time with my sister's family and my parents - laughing and talking about lots of different things. The girls' ran around and played with her dogs and then we headed home. We were all in bed no later than 11:30pm. Saturday morning Emma had a soccer game at 10:15am. This meant that I got to sleep in till 8:45am, a rare treat these days.
I slept till 8:45am and got up with gusto! I got a shower, got the kids up and dressed for the day and headed to the soccer field, making one quick detour to get my regular Smoothie Brews addiction. We made it to the soccer field five minutes early! WOOT WOOT! You know for me this is quiet an accomplishment. After a quick introduction of the teams' players and a not so quick testimony (Emma plays for Upward which is a christian league. Every game they have someone do a "testimony" before or during half time.) and the game began. I was amazed at how well Emma was dribbling the ball this year and cracking up at how her mouth guard was too big. The mouth guard is red so you can only imagine how noticeable it was every time she messed with it. Finally the game was over and I was feeling exhausted all ready.
When we got home I immediately took some Sudafed, grabbed my book and laid down on the couch to "re-group". I thought for sure that I just needed to lay down, not nap. Abigail however, insisted that I needed a nap and really who am I to deny her? She covered me up with a blanket and turned the television to a nature sounds station and within minutes I was out like a light. I woke about an hour and a half later feeling somewhat refreshed. I quickly jumped into some household chores I had been neglecting over the past week. I got all the laundry done AND put away. I emphasize put away because I rarely do that right away anymore. While I was doing laundry I had the twins go through their closets to determine what clothing they were lacking in their wardrobes for fall. Once the clothing situation was taken care of we headed to Old Navy and JcPenny's (two places I can still shop with credit) and got them both a good selection of pants.
We came home after our shopping excursion and I began to dust my living room. This was something that had to be done. I had serious dust bunnies going on in there! I think they may have evolved into something much sturdier than dust bunnies! Soon after I was finished, Scott made it home after a very long day of work . We were passed out by 11:30pm!
Sunday I woke up at 11:15pm. I felt great after 12 hours of solid sleep. Today would be the day I would go without napping for sure! Scott made breakfast, we had coffee, I read a little bit of my book and then began cleaning the garage. The garage had to be picked up because all of my camping gear from the weekend before was still sitting in there. You see, when you have four kids you don't have much room in a garage to start with when you consider they all have a bike, the little one's have scooters, tricycles and power wheels. You could barely walk through the garage to get in the house. So I gathered up all my camping gear, reorganizing as I went along and then finally Scott came out and helped me hoist it onto the shelves. For some reason, I decided to get down clothes I have stored for Olivia and Sarah and began to go through them to see what they could use now. It was at this point that I decided it was too overwhelming and I seriously needed to rest. Off to the couch I went to relax and read some more of my book.
Two hours later I was awakened by Scott patting my leg telling me it was time for dinner. What a perk of napping that was! I got up, had dinner and once again I began sorting through clothes. I did a couple loads of laundry while I sorted and removed clothes from the little girls' closets. I took 32 dresses out of Olivia's closet! It amazing to me how many dresses that child has. I won't even tell you how many she has left in there! I bathed Olivia and Sarah, put them to bed and by then I was completely exhausted again and was in bed by 10pm.
I am up and at em' this morning, hoping against hope that I can make it through the day without napping. We'll see how it goes!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity (or naps apparently)
Every single day last week I napped. I napped Monday for brief periods in the car on our way back from Virginia Beach. Tuesday, I napped for 2.5 hours, Wednesday I napped for 1.5 hours, Thursday I napped for 2.5 hours and Friday for an hour while the kids ran around the house. Actually, on Friday I didn't even make it till the afternoon for my nap! I was napping by 10:15am. I have no idea why I have been so tired this week, my only guesses are I am either fighting something off or I am suffering from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Either way, I am tired and require a nap every day.
I went to bed early enough Friday night. The girls and I had gone to my sister's for pizza pies made in her fire pit. We had a good time with my sister's family and my parents - laughing and talking about lots of different things. The girls' ran around and played with her dogs and then we headed home. We were all in bed no later than 11:30pm. Saturday morning Emma had a soccer game at 10:15am. This meant that I got to sleep in till 8:45am, a rare treat these days.
I slept till 8:45am and got up with gusto! I got a shower, got the kids up and dressed for the day and headed to the soccer field, making one quick detour to get my regular Smoothie Brews addiction. We made it to the soccer field five minutes early! WOOT WOOT! You know for me this is quiet an accomplishment. After a quick introduction of the teams' players and a not so quick testimony (Emma plays for Upward which is a christian league. Every game they have someone do a "testimony" before or during half time.) and the game began. I was amazed at how well Emma was dribbling the ball this year and cracking up at how her mouth guard was too big. The mouth guard is red so you can only imagine how noticeable it was every time she messed with it. Finally the game was over and I was feeling exhausted all ready.
When we got home I immediately took some Sudafed, grabbed my book and laid down on the couch to "re-group". I thought for sure that I just needed to lay down, not nap. Abigail however, insisted that I needed a nap and really who am I to deny her? She covered me up with a blanket and turned the television to a nature sounds station and within minutes I was out like a light. I woke about an hour and a half later feeling somewhat refreshed. I quickly jumped into some household chores I had been neglecting over the past week. I got all the laundry done AND put away. I emphasize put away because I rarely do that right away anymore. While I was doing laundry I had the twins go through their closets to determine what clothing they were lacking in their wardrobes for fall. Once the clothing situation was taken care of we headed to Old Navy and JcPenny's (two places I can still shop with credit) and got them both a good selection of pants.
We came home after our shopping excursion and I began to dust my living room. This was something that had to be done. I had serious dust bunnies going on in there! I think they may have evolved into something much sturdier than dust bunnies! Soon after I was finished, Scott made it home after a very long day of work . We were passed out by 11:30pm!
Sunday I woke up at 11:15pm. I felt great after 12 hours of solid sleep. Today would be the day I would go without napping for sure! Scott made breakfast, we had coffee, I read a little bit of my book and then began cleaning the garage. The garage had to be picked up because all of my camping gear from the weekend before was still sitting in there. You see, when you have four kids you don't have much room in a garage to start with when you consider they all have a bike, the little one's have scooters, tricycles and power wheels. You could barely walk through the garage to get in the house. So I gathered up all my camping gear, reorganizing as I went along and then finally Scott came out and helped me hoist it onto the shelves. For some reason, I decided to get down clothes I have stored for Olivia and Sarah and began to go through them to see what they could use now. It was at this point that I decided it was too overwhelming and I seriously needed to rest. Off to the couch I went to relax and read some more of my book.
Two hours later I was awakened by Scott patting my leg telling me it was time for dinner. What a perk of napping that was! I got up, had dinner and once again I began sorting through clothes. I did a couple loads of laundry while I sorted and removed clothes from the little girls' closets. I took 32 dresses out of Olivia's closet! It amazing to me how many dresses that child has. I won't even tell you how many she has left in there! I bathed Olivia and Sarah, put them to bed and by then I was completely exhausted again and was in bed by 10pm.
I am up and at em' this morning, hoping against hope that I can make it through the day without napping. We'll see how it goes!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity (or naps apparently)
Friday, September 10, 2010
Part 2
Back at the campsite we all changed into our lounge clothes and continued drinking and having fun - laughing about the events of the night. We were having fun until the park ranger snuck up on us and I do mean snuck up! This alleged park ranger moved with such stealth and speed that we never even knew he was there until he flashed his flashlight at us. By this point he was standing next to my chair. I must add that I could not ever give a description of him, even if my life depended on it. He asked how we were doing and my sister immediately says, "We're drunk!" and his reply, "I can see that!' He then proceeded to ask if we had been at the musical festival and obviously we said yes. He told us that while they (I am assuming by they he meant the campground) wanted us to enjoy our visit there, it was now quiet time and we needed to quiet down. I have a theory about this but I can't tell you about it just yet. Finally he left the way he came in, stealth-like. We all giggled and carried on about Tammy's response to him and got back to having fun....quietly this time.
About 10 minutes later as we sat quietly, we all heard a terrifying scream. Let me be more descriptive, this scream was blood curdling. It came from a woman and she was screaming in a way that I have never heard in my life. She was screaming and yelling, "Get off of me!". Tammy and I jumped up and started walking in the direction that we heard it coming from. Then just as suddenly as the screaming had started it stopped. We never did figure out where it came from but we all heard it. We were all freaked out and went to bed. We had decided (or hoped) the ranger got there and took care of it.
The next morning we discussed the previous nights' events. Still freaked out over the screaming woman the night before we decided we would ask around at the ranger station and see if we couldn't find something out. Turns out, no one knew anything about it! We were all worried sick about this woman and couldn't find out anything. Which made us all go into detective mode. What if the park ranger wasn't really who he said he was? What if he was the one who attacked that woman? After all, this man could move around in the night like a flippin' ninja! Despite us asking around all day we never found out anything. If it were just one of us who had heard it, we could have chalked it up to imagination but there is just no way that all of us heard an imaginary scream!
Tammy, Jessie, Natalie and myself went to the beach all Sunday afternoon while Michelle and Jennifer stayed back at the campsite. They wanted to clean-up the campsite, which I do not understand because we are on vacation but more power to ya girls.....and then they rested. When we got back, we made lunch and completely demolished their efforts of a clean campsite. After eating we all got cleaned up and went to the boardwalk for shopping, people watching and more adult beverages. Tammy found another chalkboard to change....it went from "Please Seat Yourself" to "Please eat Yourself" in mere seconds. She also "borrowed" the chalk and wrote "Staten's We Rock" on the sidewalk around the corner. Once again we went back to the campsite and enjoyed our last night, much more quietly than the night before. Monday morning we packed up and headed back home to reality.
Tuesday was a busy day for me. I had to take Sarah to Day School registration and run a bunch of morning errands. By early afternoon I was beat and took a 2.5 hour nap. When I woke up it was time to take Sarah and Abigail to dance class. While I was at dance class with Sarah, Scott sent me a text and told me he was sick with a 101.7 degree fever. Are you kidding me? Reality bites people! Up until that point I was still happy and relaxed from my trip but the very thought of taking care of everything plus a sick husband threw me for a tailspin. On the bright side, when I got back from dance class with the girls he was in bed and remained there till the next morning. I got all the kids ready and off to bed and watched my favorite show in peace. Sons of Anarchy, love it!
I have napped every day since I got back. I have been completely exhausted and I couldn't say for sure if it is even remotely possible but I am going with delayed hangover syndrome. Other than that, there isn't anything exciting to report this week. Hopefully something exciting will happen and soon!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
About 10 minutes later as we sat quietly, we all heard a terrifying scream. Let me be more descriptive, this scream was blood curdling. It came from a woman and she was screaming in a way that I have never heard in my life. She was screaming and yelling, "Get off of me!". Tammy and I jumped up and started walking in the direction that we heard it coming from. Then just as suddenly as the screaming had started it stopped. We never did figure out where it came from but we all heard it. We were all freaked out and went to bed. We had decided (or hoped) the ranger got there and took care of it.
The next morning we discussed the previous nights' events. Still freaked out over the screaming woman the night before we decided we would ask around at the ranger station and see if we couldn't find something out. Turns out, no one knew anything about it! We were all worried sick about this woman and couldn't find out anything. Which made us all go into detective mode. What if the park ranger wasn't really who he said he was? What if he was the one who attacked that woman? After all, this man could move around in the night like a flippin' ninja! Despite us asking around all day we never found out anything. If it were just one of us who had heard it, we could have chalked it up to imagination but there is just no way that all of us heard an imaginary scream!
Tammy, Jessie, Natalie and myself went to the beach all Sunday afternoon while Michelle and Jennifer stayed back at the campsite. They wanted to clean-up the campsite, which I do not understand because we are on vacation but more power to ya girls.....and then they rested. When we got back, we made lunch and completely demolished their efforts of a clean campsite. After eating we all got cleaned up and went to the boardwalk for shopping, people watching and more adult beverages. Tammy found another chalkboard to change....it went from "Please Seat Yourself" to "Please eat Yourself" in mere seconds. She also "borrowed" the chalk and wrote "Staten's We Rock" on the sidewalk around the corner. Once again we went back to the campsite and enjoyed our last night, much more quietly than the night before. Monday morning we packed up and headed back home to reality.
Tuesday was a busy day for me. I had to take Sarah to Day School registration and run a bunch of morning errands. By early afternoon I was beat and took a 2.5 hour nap. When I woke up it was time to take Sarah and Abigail to dance class. While I was at dance class with Sarah, Scott sent me a text and told me he was sick with a 101.7 degree fever. Are you kidding me? Reality bites people! Up until that point I was still happy and relaxed from my trip but the very thought of taking care of everything plus a sick husband threw me for a tailspin. On the bright side, when I got back from dance class with the girls he was in bed and remained there till the next morning. I got all the kids ready and off to bed and watched my favorite show in peace. Sons of Anarchy, love it!
I have napped every day since I got back. I have been completely exhausted and I couldn't say for sure if it is even remotely possible but I am going with delayed hangover syndrome. Other than that, there isn't anything exciting to report this week. Hopefully something exciting will happen and soon!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Guess Who's Back? Back again...guess who's back guess who's back......
I highly encourage all Mom's take a weekend off now and again! As you know, I took some overdue vacation time last weekend and went on a girls' trip to Virginia Beach last weekend with all my favorite gals. I can't tell you how relaxing it was nor can I tell you how much fun we had. However, I will do my best to describe within the parameters that have been given to me.
We were suppose to leave my house at approximately 3:00am on Friday morning and then pick up my sister and niece by 3:30am. Much to my surprise my friends are just as irresponsible as I am about being anywhere on time. Actually, I just wanted to say that, it's not entirely true! Michelle, Natalie and Jennifer were all here early and the real issue was hooking the trailer, I had borrowed from my brother, to the hitch on my Pilot. It took about 20 attempts of lifting and dropping the trailer onto the hitch before we realized that we needed to take the pin out of the trailer hook before we could even consider being successful at attaching it. After we finally figured that out, it took about five more attempts and presto we were ready to load the trailer. Loaded, bungee corded everything down and we were on our way to Tammy's house. We arrived there at about 4:00am, loaded their stuff onto the trailer and were ready to roll! It's now 5:30am, only two hours after I originally planned departure time.
Finally after several stops for potty breaks, gas, food and so on we arrived at our campsite around 3:30pm. We set up our tents (one tent for sleeping in and one for all of our clothing) and got everything situated. Once everything was good to go, we all headed to the beach with our chairs and watched a beautiful sunset - Worth every minute of our long trip there! We relaxed and enjoyed the evening on the beach. After our trip to the beach we headed back to camp and started a fire. I only lasted about 30 minutes around the fire and hit the sack - it was approx. 8:30pm when I went to bed. I didn't hear a sound after my head hit the pillow though Michelle told me the next morning that when she came to bed I sat up with my eyes wide open and she feared that I was going to punch her until I laid back down and passed out!
Saturday morning we all woke up bright and early. After having a little field trip for coffee, we all got ready and headed to Virginia Beach. We had a blast at the beach. The waves were big and the rip current was bad. So bad in fact they had red flags at all the lifeguard stations! We swam, rode and jumped big waves. Every once in awhile we crossed an imaginary line (which apparently didn't apply to surfers) and would get the whistle blown on us and have to move closer to the shore. We still don't know where that line was in the water but we did obey since none of us wanted to drown there.
After we were done swimming and laying out at the beach, we headed back to our campsite. Upon arrival I immediately started drinking as did several of my travel companions. We got cleaned up and left for our night out on the town. Our first destination, Harpoon Larry's. We all ordered seafood except for Natalie who had decided on a chicken sandwich. This restaraunt's first mistake was to put us beside the dry erase board with the days features and prices. Why was this a mistake you might ask? There are some things in life that just can't be ignored and one of those things is screwing around with the dry erase board. You wouldn't even believe the rock bottom prices to eat seafood at Harpoon Larry's! Natalie couldn't eat her sandwich because it was gross and told the waitress about it. The waitress then brought the manager over who was less than enthusiastic about being summoned to our table. She asked Natalie what was wrong with it. Natalie said, "It was disgusting!" and no kidding the manager said, "Can you be more descriptive?" Seriously? How does one give a better description of disgusting? In the end, she didn't have to pay for the disgusting sandwich and finally we were done with Harpoon Larry's.
Our next destination, Watermans. On the way there Jessica was playing D.J. and put on a song called "I am not a whore" by LMFAO. I am sure this is the one and only regret Jessie had on this trip. It's a very catchy tune and goes a little like this;
I AM NOT A WHORE
I AM NOT A WHORE
I AM NOT A WHORE (I am sure how you can see how we call began singing along)
I AM NOT A WHORE
I AM NOT A WHORE
I AM NOT A WHORE
But I like to do it!
Most girls I meet are quite savage
Always trying to grab up on my package
They say I look yummy and want a taste
But I'm a human not a sandwich
Sometimes I feel like L.L. Cool J
I need love not random bootay
Now, the horror part for Jessie comes in when you realize;
A) She is 24 and the rest of us are 30+.
B) We are stuck in massive traffic
C) The windows are down
D) We are all singing as loud as we can
Yup, can you just imagine being 24 years old, stuck in a traffic jam with five 30+ year old women screaming "I am not a whore!" at the top of their lungs? I can only imagine how horrifying this was for her. I have thought about apologizing but I decided against it. I mean what could I possibly say other than, "I was just following the Captain's orders?"
Watermans, Watermans.....I am pretty sure that they we are not welcome back there. This is not to say that we won't go back but I am 100% positive they have our pictures on a wall in the break area with a note stating if seen for us to be removed from premises immediately. First of all, when we got there we went out to the patio and tried to get over to the edge of it so we could see the band who was playing (Chicago). The patio was packed tight like sardines. It was insane and yet I couldn't resist the urge to push through the crowd. I get almost to the edge when I am stopped by a woman who looks at me and says, "This area is taken!". Taken? By Whom? It turns out that she is saving the area for two women she doesn't even know and will not let me pass. I have this infinite ability to keep my mouth shut, HA!, I couldn't do it, I looked right at her and said, "I didn't know you could save brick space!", turned and well turned around to my group. I repeated the story to them and then out of nowhere, the lady comes over to me and apologizes. Why is she apologizing to me? I guess I just have that effect on people. I have this gift of telling people to "f" off and they never even know what hit them. She told me I could move up there if I wanted. By this point I didn't and anyway Jessie had found us a table.
The table Jessie found had people all ready sitting at it but they told us we could sit there with them and have it when they were done. The guy said he was from Crotan Beach, which is right beside Virginia Beach and very exclusive. By looking at him I totally would have guessed him from Jersey or New York but what did I know? The lady accompanying him was from Russia. Mail order bride perhaps? I think so but there again, what do I know? She just looked and acted like she was a gold digger. They finally left and we were left to our own devices.....
Finally it was time to go back to the campsite but first things first, we had to get to the car. Somehow on our walk back Tammy and I got lost in the crowd from the rest of our group. I couldn't say for sure if this was their fault or ours. We are all pointing fingers at each other but I know one thing is for sure, Tammy had to pee and I made it my mission to find her a bathroom. As we were all ready left behind from our group, no one would miss us if we entered a random hotel and found their lieu. Now in my mind this was not a random hotel, I thought it was the Holiday Inn where I had stayed the year before - not the case. Honestly, I couldn't even tell you what hotel it was unless I was somehow was able to identify the heart shaped bush outside of it. That would even be a stretch because of our altered state. We found the bathroom and an air freshener and went back outside to the previously mentioned bush and had a seat. Surely, our girlfriends would come looking for us. Tammy and I had a great time talking to people, taking in the sights and cracking ourselves up while waiting for our rescuers. Michelle and Jennifer eventually stumbled across us and proceeded to make fun of us. Tammy and I could have cared less since we could entertain each other for countless hours if we had to! Jessie and Natalie showed up with the car and once again we headed back to the campsite.
More to come in another post.........
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
We were suppose to leave my house at approximately 3:00am on Friday morning and then pick up my sister and niece by 3:30am. Much to my surprise my friends are just as irresponsible as I am about being anywhere on time. Actually, I just wanted to say that, it's not entirely true! Michelle, Natalie and Jennifer were all here early and the real issue was hooking the trailer, I had borrowed from my brother, to the hitch on my Pilot. It took about 20 attempts of lifting and dropping the trailer onto the hitch before we realized that we needed to take the pin out of the trailer hook before we could even consider being successful at attaching it. After we finally figured that out, it took about five more attempts and presto we were ready to load the trailer. Loaded, bungee corded everything down and we were on our way to Tammy's house. We arrived there at about 4:00am, loaded their stuff onto the trailer and were ready to roll! It's now 5:30am, only two hours after I originally planned departure time.
Finally after several stops for potty breaks, gas, food and so on we arrived at our campsite around 3:30pm. We set up our tents (one tent for sleeping in and one for all of our clothing) and got everything situated. Once everything was good to go, we all headed to the beach with our chairs and watched a beautiful sunset - Worth every minute of our long trip there! We relaxed and enjoyed the evening on the beach. After our trip to the beach we headed back to camp and started a fire. I only lasted about 30 minutes around the fire and hit the sack - it was approx. 8:30pm when I went to bed. I didn't hear a sound after my head hit the pillow though Michelle told me the next morning that when she came to bed I sat up with my eyes wide open and she feared that I was going to punch her until I laid back down and passed out!
Saturday morning we all woke up bright and early. After having a little field trip for coffee, we all got ready and headed to Virginia Beach. We had a blast at the beach. The waves were big and the rip current was bad. So bad in fact they had red flags at all the lifeguard stations! We swam, rode and jumped big waves. Every once in awhile we crossed an imaginary line (which apparently didn't apply to surfers) and would get the whistle blown on us and have to move closer to the shore. We still don't know where that line was in the water but we did obey since none of us wanted to drown there.
After we were done swimming and laying out at the beach, we headed back to our campsite. Upon arrival I immediately started drinking as did several of my travel companions. We got cleaned up and left for our night out on the town. Our first destination, Harpoon Larry's. We all ordered seafood except for Natalie who had decided on a chicken sandwich. This restaraunt's first mistake was to put us beside the dry erase board with the days features and prices. Why was this a mistake you might ask? There are some things in life that just can't be ignored and one of those things is screwing around with the dry erase board. You wouldn't even believe the rock bottom prices to eat seafood at Harpoon Larry's! Natalie couldn't eat her sandwich because it was gross and told the waitress about it. The waitress then brought the manager over who was less than enthusiastic about being summoned to our table. She asked Natalie what was wrong with it. Natalie said, "It was disgusting!" and no kidding the manager said, "Can you be more descriptive?" Seriously? How does one give a better description of disgusting? In the end, she didn't have to pay for the disgusting sandwich and finally we were done with Harpoon Larry's.
Our next destination, Watermans. On the way there Jessica was playing D.J. and put on a song called "I am not a whore" by LMFAO. I am sure this is the one and only regret Jessie had on this trip. It's a very catchy tune and goes a little like this;
I AM NOT A WHORE
I AM NOT A WHORE
I AM NOT A WHORE (I am sure how you can see how we call began singing along)
I AM NOT A WHORE
I AM NOT A WHORE
I AM NOT A WHORE
But I like to do it!
Most girls I meet are quite savage
Always trying to grab up on my package
They say I look yummy and want a taste
But I'm a human not a sandwich
Sometimes I feel like L.L. Cool J
I need love not random bootay
Now, the horror part for Jessie comes in when you realize;
A) She is 24 and the rest of us are 30+.
B) We are stuck in massive traffic
C) The windows are down
D) We are all singing as loud as we can
Yup, can you just imagine being 24 years old, stuck in a traffic jam with five 30+ year old women screaming "I am not a whore!" at the top of their lungs? I can only imagine how horrifying this was for her. I have thought about apologizing but I decided against it. I mean what could I possibly say other than, "I was just following the Captain's orders?"
Watermans, Watermans.....I am pretty sure that they we are not welcome back there. This is not to say that we won't go back but I am 100% positive they have our pictures on a wall in the break area with a note stating if seen for us to be removed from premises immediately. First of all, when we got there we went out to the patio and tried to get over to the edge of it so we could see the band who was playing (Chicago). The patio was packed tight like sardines. It was insane and yet I couldn't resist the urge to push through the crowd. I get almost to the edge when I am stopped by a woman who looks at me and says, "This area is taken!". Taken? By Whom? It turns out that she is saving the area for two women she doesn't even know and will not let me pass. I have this infinite ability to keep my mouth shut, HA!, I couldn't do it, I looked right at her and said, "I didn't know you could save brick space!", turned and well turned around to my group. I repeated the story to them and then out of nowhere, the lady comes over to me and apologizes. Why is she apologizing to me? I guess I just have that effect on people. I have this gift of telling people to "f" off and they never even know what hit them. She told me I could move up there if I wanted. By this point I didn't and anyway Jessie had found us a table.
The table Jessie found had people all ready sitting at it but they told us we could sit there with them and have it when they were done. The guy said he was from Crotan Beach, which is right beside Virginia Beach and very exclusive. By looking at him I totally would have guessed him from Jersey or New York but what did I know? The lady accompanying him was from Russia. Mail order bride perhaps? I think so but there again, what do I know? She just looked and acted like she was a gold digger. They finally left and we were left to our own devices.....
Finally it was time to go back to the campsite but first things first, we had to get to the car. Somehow on our walk back Tammy and I got lost in the crowd from the rest of our group. I couldn't say for sure if this was their fault or ours. We are all pointing fingers at each other but I know one thing is for sure, Tammy had to pee and I made it my mission to find her a bathroom. As we were all ready left behind from our group, no one would miss us if we entered a random hotel and found their lieu. Now in my mind this was not a random hotel, I thought it was the Holiday Inn where I had stayed the year before - not the case. Honestly, I couldn't even tell you what hotel it was unless I was somehow was able to identify the heart shaped bush outside of it. That would even be a stretch because of our altered state. We found the bathroom and an air freshener and went back outside to the previously mentioned bush and had a seat. Surely, our girlfriends would come looking for us. Tammy and I had a great time talking to people, taking in the sights and cracking ourselves up while waiting for our rescuers. Michelle and Jennifer eventually stumbled across us and proceeded to make fun of us. Tammy and I could have cared less since we could entertain each other for countless hours if we had to! Jessie and Natalie showed up with the car and once again we headed back to the campsite.
More to come in another post.........
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Too Excited To Sleep
As you know, I am leaving on a girls' only trip this morning and what I may have not conveyed is how early we were leaving. We are leaving in approximately two hours. As I sit and type this the time is currently 1:00 am - you can do the math. Honestly I had planned to lay down at 8:30 or 9pm and sleep till around 2:15am. Clearly this is not the plan I had in mind!
My day started out early but not as early as it usually does. Scott had to work the O.S.U. game today and had to be there at 7am to do "sweeps". Since he had to be up so early he woke up the twins and made sure they were moving before he left. This translates into extra sleep for me but apparently he didn't want me to sleep too much because he turned the t.v. on for me - what the????? I crawled out of bed begrudgingly at 6:20am and Sarah (who can and will sleep till 10am if I let her) pops up out of her bed. This is how the conversation went:
"Good Morning Sarah!"
"Is TODAY the day I go to Grandma's?"
" Why yes Sarah and good morning to you too!"
"What time am I going to Grandma's house Mommy?"
"About eight o'clock this evening"
"What time is that?
"Eight o'clock"
"No Mommy, what time is that?"
"Eight oooooooo......Sarah, after dinner"
"Ok Mommy"
It was far too early in the morning to be having that conversation with her merely because she is three and has no concept of time. I admit it, I got sucked in. Anyway, I went downstairs and saw to it that the big girls made it to their bus stop - from the porch of course because we all know I am not allowed near it! It's okay for me to wear my yellow robe with mice all over it and my hair closely resembling medusa's and stand on the front porch and watch them but I can't go fully dressed, looking like a human being. Whatever! I am not bitter in the least....
I hopped in the shower and Sarah watched Noggin in the comfort of my bed. When I was done we went and woke up Olivia. Olivia is NOT a morning person. In fact, she hates mornings almost as much as I do. She gets up and has decided to wear a pretty little dress but there is one problem...it needs ironed! I loathe ironing but somehow I managed to bust out the ironing board (which is not an easy feat due to the fact that I keep it buried), the iron and get the pretty little dress ironed and on her. I did her hair, fed her and Sarah breakfast and then something happened - She had to pee! She goes in the bathroom and somehow managed to get a part of her dress in the toilet water. HOLY SHITZU! Are you kidding me? I just spent 20 minutes ironing that dress and you get it wet and want to change???? I don't think so sister! Like any good mother would do, I took the dress off of her and used the iron to dry it, sprayed that area with Febreze and put it right back on her. No harm, no foul!
Off to the bus stop where I am allowed to go at 8:10am. Three kids off at school - woohoo! I spent the morning preparing for my departure.
I spent my day doing this and that to get ready. Nothing too exciting there. Now I am just waiting...waiting....waiting for it to be time to load up and head out. I really did plan on going to bed early, getting up somewhat refreshed and heading to see Ole Hurricane Earl. Instead, I am sitting here blogging, drinking coffee and waiting to see how many gnats will die at the hands of my homemade gnat trap. DIE GNATS DIE!!!!!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
p.s. I have tried really hard to get back on track this week so I promise next week I will get right back at it! Pray that we don't get swept off to sea with Earl!
My day started out early but not as early as it usually does. Scott had to work the O.S.U. game today and had to be there at 7am to do "sweeps". Since he had to be up so early he woke up the twins and made sure they were moving before he left. This translates into extra sleep for me but apparently he didn't want me to sleep too much because he turned the t.v. on for me - what the????? I crawled out of bed begrudgingly at 6:20am and Sarah (who can and will sleep till 10am if I let her) pops up out of her bed. This is how the conversation went:
"Good Morning Sarah!"
"Is TODAY the day I go to Grandma's?"
" Why yes Sarah and good morning to you too!"
"What time am I going to Grandma's house Mommy?"
"About eight o'clock this evening"
"What time is that?
"Eight o'clock"
"No Mommy, what time is that?"
"Eight oooooooo......Sarah, after dinner"
"Ok Mommy"
It was far too early in the morning to be having that conversation with her merely because she is three and has no concept of time. I admit it, I got sucked in. Anyway, I went downstairs and saw to it that the big girls made it to their bus stop - from the porch of course because we all know I am not allowed near it! It's okay for me to wear my yellow robe with mice all over it and my hair closely resembling medusa's and stand on the front porch and watch them but I can't go fully dressed, looking like a human being. Whatever! I am not bitter in the least....
I hopped in the shower and Sarah watched Noggin in the comfort of my bed. When I was done we went and woke up Olivia. Olivia is NOT a morning person. In fact, she hates mornings almost as much as I do. She gets up and has decided to wear a pretty little dress but there is one problem...it needs ironed! I loathe ironing but somehow I managed to bust out the ironing board (which is not an easy feat due to the fact that I keep it buried), the iron and get the pretty little dress ironed and on her. I did her hair, fed her and Sarah breakfast and then something happened - She had to pee! She goes in the bathroom and somehow managed to get a part of her dress in the toilet water. HOLY SHITZU! Are you kidding me? I just spent 20 minutes ironing that dress and you get it wet and want to change???? I don't think so sister! Like any good mother would do, I took the dress off of her and used the iron to dry it, sprayed that area with Febreze and put it right back on her. No harm, no foul!
Off to the bus stop where I am allowed to go at 8:10am. Three kids off at school - woohoo! I spent the morning preparing for my departure.
I spent my day doing this and that to get ready. Nothing too exciting there. Now I am just waiting...waiting....waiting for it to be time to load up and head out. I really did plan on going to bed early, getting up somewhat refreshed and heading to see Ole Hurricane Earl. Instead, I am sitting here blogging, drinking coffee and waiting to see how many gnats will die at the hands of my homemade gnat trap. DIE GNATS DIE!!!!!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
p.s. I have tried really hard to get back on track this week so I promise next week I will get right back at it! Pray that we don't get swept off to sea with Earl!
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