Tuesdays that are "Mondays" are the WORST!
The Dr appointment I THOUGHT was at 10, was at 9:30. I realized this at 9:20, so I had JUST enough time to freak out and run around like an IDIOT.
Because it's SO MUCH more to be in a pissy mood- rush around- and ALMOST be late, rather than just deal with it. It's not like I would have to sit and wait for 20 minutes- once I got there- anyway.
But I didn't... I got to wait 30 minutes :)
Straight to Walmart... AFTER my 10am self imposed cut off time. On NO coffee.
Dammit.
I think I might (maybe) have a small problem. It seems like coffee is becoming more and more important to me. Life is making me drink!!!
Ran into people, did the "visit in the isle" got my groceries, picked up a big box of peaches from Grandma's... AND realized that my hair was nearly forgotten in the rush to town that morning. Nice!
Ehhhhh.
Came home, the kids scattered- so they weren't handy for chores and school work.
ATTEMPTED to work on the bathroom... but my "helpers" decided to help. In ways that have me wishing I had just sat my arse on the couch and eaten bonbons all day.
But THOSE adventures are for another day. When I can look back and laugh... ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaa. It is not yet that time.
Ehhhhhhhh. Did I say that already?
At least it's Tuesday.... that means Tacos. At least I don't have to think about what to fix.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Summers out with a Sting!~
As usual- there is ALWAYS something. Something going on, going to happen, the inevitable Murphy's Law...
Tommy seems to have gotten the worst of it this time. Poor little fella climbed into Pa's Odessy... looked like a nice place to sit and play in. The wasps thought so too- they just happened to get there first, and make a nest in the split seat cushion.
"The 'Whops' got me!" he said. Tough little guy though. Grandpa gave him some peaches and cream, and I don't think he could smiled bigger... even if his face was not all swollen up!
He's ok, but looks....AHhhhhhh-
Summer fun is over, right?! I don't think I can handle much more~
Friday, August 31, 2007
End of Summer
Today is my Cousins Birthday. Actually, I have two cousins with birthdays today...I don't think I have seen or spoken to either one in years. Life just seems to take over the thing you want to do- and leave you with the huge pile of things THAT HAVE TO GET DONE!
None of those... the things in the huge pile of daily garbage, are much fun. But we wade through them anyway- just hoping that we can get through enough of it to do something else. Like keeping in touch with people.
There seems to aways be "I wish I could..." or "It would be nice if I had time to..." Then come the "Well, after- the chores are done, the bills get paid, I get my degree, the kids grow up..." After all that, THEN I can do all this other stuff.
But there is always new things on the To Do list, pushing all of the "I wannas" farther and farther away. Out of sight, out of mind... until you just throw your hands back and forget it. Missed the boat~
Like Summer. It's damn near over. It went way to fast, I didn't do any of the things I had hoped to. Seems like I didn't do much of anything (that matters) but the bank balance says differently, and I was busy as hell doing all of this nothing.
I don't think it's just me, either. The moods have been swinging around here- something fierce. I know I get frustrated, maybe that is whats going on with all of us around here.
Let down after the summers anti-climatic finish. The school year has started, but were all here at home- so there is nothing really new there. Work is work, Chores are chores... we do the same things everyday- all the stuff we NEED to do, and little (if any) of the stuff we WANT to do.
That's a hard way to go. And even harder to deal with when you see it like that. Every comment is a condemnation. Every look seems questioning, every question seems like a challenge, every word feels like a declaration of war. The kids are snippy, the hubby is tired, and me- I am probably the worst. I sit here and analyze it all.
Moms seem to do that. More than I ever thought, until I was a mom.
The kid is running wild in the store- MOM gets the looks. Does bad at school, she should have done more to help. Home works not done? This One smacked That One? An errand went undone, we're out of soda, the power bill is too big, Mom must have been slacking that day.
Regardless of the reason for the "not peacefully perfect" I bet I can turn it around and say..."If I would have just.... It would have been OK."
Wow, what a way to end the summer. Bye Summer 2007- we barely noticed you.
But then again, if I had just...
None of those... the things in the huge pile of daily garbage, are much fun. But we wade through them anyway- just hoping that we can get through enough of it to do something else. Like keeping in touch with people.
There seems to aways be "I wish I could..." or "It would be nice if I had time to..." Then come the "Well, after- the chores are done, the bills get paid, I get my degree, the kids grow up..." After all that, THEN I can do all this other stuff.
But there is always new things on the To Do list, pushing all of the "I wannas" farther and farther away. Out of sight, out of mind... until you just throw your hands back and forget it. Missed the boat~
Like Summer. It's damn near over. It went way to fast, I didn't do any of the things I had hoped to. Seems like I didn't do much of anything (that matters) but the bank balance says differently, and I was busy as hell doing all of this nothing.
I don't think it's just me, either. The moods have been swinging around here- something fierce. I know I get frustrated, maybe that is whats going on with all of us around here.
Let down after the summers anti-climatic finish. The school year has started, but were all here at home- so there is nothing really new there. Work is work, Chores are chores... we do the same things everyday- all the stuff we NEED to do, and little (if any) of the stuff we WANT to do.
That's a hard way to go. And even harder to deal with when you see it like that. Every comment is a condemnation. Every look seems questioning, every question seems like a challenge, every word feels like a declaration of war. The kids are snippy, the hubby is tired, and me- I am probably the worst. I sit here and analyze it all.
Moms seem to do that. More than I ever thought, until I was a mom.
The kid is running wild in the store- MOM gets the looks. Does bad at school, she should have done more to help. Home works not done? This One smacked That One? An errand went undone, we're out of soda, the power bill is too big, Mom must have been slacking that day.
Regardless of the reason for the "not peacefully perfect" I bet I can turn it around and say..."If I would have just.... It would have been OK."
Wow, what a way to end the summer. Bye Summer 2007- we barely noticed you.
But then again, if I had just...
Monday, August 27, 2007
Out of the Mouths of Babes
My 3 year old came up, flashed his handsome Baby Blues, tugged in my shirt and said "look at me." I turned and looked- and said "Yes?"
"Is this my life?" was the question that he asked so sweetly.
"Ummmm, Yes- it is."
To which he promptly turned to his older brother, wiggled his butt and said "I asked Momma and she said this is MY life...Momma SAID! SO THERE!"
Billy then asked "JJ, is this MY life too?
This went on (and on) for a few minutes, with all the kids asking the same thing. That is until Kenny asked him the same question.
JJ's response?- "NO, Kenny...you don't HAVE a life!"
Ahhhh... how sweet?!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
arghhh!
It is completely depressing, frustrating, crushing-
to know you want something, and it isn't going to happen. Nope.
I can't just "work harder" or longer, or do something differently. I hate not having a say, a bit (at least) of control- it SUCKS.
And it's a me thing. It's just something- eventually completely selfish, and stupid on my part- but still.
Arghhhhhh!
I can't just "work harder" or longer, or do something differently. I hate not having a say, a bit (at least) of control- it SUCKS.
And it's a me thing. It's just something- eventually completely selfish, and stupid on my part- but still.
Arghhhhhh!
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Spring cleaning- A whole lot late
OK, it's supposed to be the weekend. SUPPOSED to be, Right? So how come it wasn't all "watch cartoons in your PJs?" Cookie Crisp and the smurfs, Baby!
It all started out pretty un-eventful. "So, you're going to get me that CD and bring it to work this morning- Right?"
Ummm OK. Crap. The bed was feeling pretty darn good this morning...
And it was still about 3 hours BEFORE any of the stores are even open- well, the stores that I WANT to go to on a Saturday morning. With all the kids. And with only (shiver) INSTANT COFFEE to get me there. I should be nice, it DID have caffeine... count my blessings- ewweehh!
Santa?! ESPRESSO MACHINE... please. The Kids really REALLY want me to have one. Really, it would be like a gift. To them. Honest!
So I, OF COURSE, go back to bed. Dude, it is Saturday. Oh, and I heard that somewhere, some people ACTUALLY get the opportunity to "Sleep In." Sleep in WHAT, I am not sure...But Gee. It sure sounded like a nice idea. Sleep that is. They must not have kids.
Well, when I finally dragged the mommy butt from the covers- and hollered at the sleepers to get ready to go, I spent 10 minutes looking for the eldest of the monkee herd before remembering he went to work with Daddy-O. If was probably more like 20, but this is MY blog... I will approximate whenever I feel like it makes me not look like an incompetent fool. I more than probably AM one, but you all don't need to hear about it. Much.
After I count heads (a 4th time) and laod 'em all in, I ended up heading to Wally World anyway. Dammit. Survived the trip- thankyouverymuch. Ran to Target- and still had to wait for the doors to be unlocked. JJ was SO confused- His "magic (which is pretty much the ability to command that the automatic doors OPEN on his command) was somehow faulty.
It was a lot like watching the Spiderman movie where Peter Parker is trying to figure out how to work his web~ too funny. He told me that needed 'nother brownie (doughnut) to get his powers back. He should have another one so it would work later.
That kid is ALWAYS thinking about me. How else would I get anywhere with out his magic opening the doors for me? Pass the doughnuts!
Anyway...Daddy-O and Bill got their music and breakfast- nice and early, and the monkees and I headed bak to the homestead. I (somehow) got the weird notion to clean out my "crap" from the garage... err... I mean the Shop. His Shop.
I think it may have been the fumes from the stain he was using at work. Thought like those don't usually pass through my wee mind. Maybe it was Good Coffee deprivation.
Had to have been something weird like that.
He does make some purdy purdy things out there... and has been working his tail off on the remodel- God love him. I don't know if he really thought it would take this long, be this involved, or link into other things like it has. He has the same To Do List issues that I do :)
He does need his space... and I do have a lot of stuff- I just HATE the idea of tossing it out. I mean, I must have saved it for some important reason- right? And the act of "cleaning it out" is never easy, you have to be in JUST the right frame of mind, and the stars must be alligned... the baby must be sleeping and the Daddy-O must be OFF THE PREMISES.
Nothing stops progress like someone "helping" you pitch out Your Stuff, while reminding you that you are a freak for having it in the first place.
So - after boxes and boxes (spilled boxes, WTF boxes...tripped over boxes, papercut in-between the fingers FROM The boxes...) it does look a lot better in there. And it is nice to have sorted through the mess- AND to have thinned it out. He thinks I did it for him, but really- it wasn't that bad.
But just don't tell him that.
It all started out pretty un-eventful. "So, you're going to get me that CD and bring it to work this morning- Right?"
Ummm OK. Crap. The bed was feeling pretty darn good this morning...
And it was still about 3 hours BEFORE any of the stores are even open- well, the stores that I WANT to go to on a Saturday morning. With all the kids. And with only (shiver) INSTANT COFFEE to get me there. I should be nice, it DID have caffeine... count my blessings- ewweehh!
Santa?! ESPRESSO MACHINE... please. The Kids really REALLY want me to have one. Really, it would be like a gift. To them. Honest!
So I, OF COURSE, go back to bed. Dude, it is Saturday. Oh, and I heard that somewhere, some people ACTUALLY get the opportunity to "Sleep In." Sleep in WHAT, I am not sure...But Gee. It sure sounded like a nice idea. Sleep that is. They must not have kids.
Well, when I finally dragged the mommy butt from the covers- and hollered at the sleepers to get ready to go, I spent 10 minutes looking for the eldest of the monkee herd before remembering he went to work with Daddy-O. If was probably more like 20, but this is MY blog... I will approximate whenever I feel like it makes me not look like an incompetent fool. I more than probably AM one, but you all don't need to hear about it. Much.
After I count heads (a 4th time) and laod 'em all in, I ended up heading to Wally World anyway. Dammit. Survived the trip- thankyouverymuch. Ran to Target- and still had to wait for the doors to be unlocked. JJ was SO confused- His "magic (which is pretty much the ability to command that the automatic doors OPEN on his command) was somehow faulty.
It was a lot like watching the Spiderman movie where Peter Parker is trying to figure out how to work his web~ too funny. He told me that needed 'nother brownie (doughnut) to get his powers back. He should have another one so it would work later.
That kid is ALWAYS thinking about me. How else would I get anywhere with out his magic opening the doors for me? Pass the doughnuts!
Anyway...Daddy-O and Bill got their music and breakfast- nice and early, and the monkees and I headed bak to the homestead. I (somehow) got the weird notion to clean out my "crap" from the garage... err... I mean the Shop. His Shop.
I think it may have been the fumes from the stain he was using at work. Thought like those don't usually pass through my wee mind. Maybe it was Good Coffee deprivation.
Had to have been something weird like that.
He does make some purdy purdy things out there... and has been working his tail off on the remodel- God love him. I don't know if he really thought it would take this long, be this involved, or link into other things like it has. He has the same To Do List issues that I do :)
He does need his space... and I do have a lot of stuff- I just HATE the idea of tossing it out. I mean, I must have saved it for some important reason- right? And the act of "cleaning it out" is never easy, you have to be in JUST the right frame of mind, and the stars must be alligned... the baby must be sleeping and the Daddy-O must be OFF THE PREMISES.
Nothing stops progress like someone "helping" you pitch out Your Stuff, while reminding you that you are a freak for having it in the first place.
So - after boxes and boxes (spilled boxes, WTF boxes...tripped over boxes, papercut in-between the fingers FROM The boxes...) it does look a lot better in there. And it is nice to have sorted through the mess- AND to have thinned it out. He thinks I did it for him, but really- it wasn't that bad.
But just don't tell him that.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
I got the fever...
Seven birthdays down... two more to go. At least they are on the same day!!
I always thought twins were pretty cool. NEVER in a million years thought I would have my very own. In fact, when The Good Doc did the untra-sound and said there she is... OH and theres "The Other One..." I thought he was teasing.
NOPE. It was a two-fer. No history on either side, so SURPRISE!! And I have no idea if they are identical. They look alike, and are often called by each others names- but as for identical? I don't know. Don't really care. They look like sisters. But then again ALL of the little blonde monkees look like they are related. Or something. I wonder why? :)
Any way... Their Birthday isn't for a few more weeks. So I have plenty of time to sit and wait and do nothing in the way of planning until like the day (or the hour) before the cake hits the table.
But I feel like I am doing the military "hurry up and wait" thing all over again. I didn't like it so much before- and now that I am military-spouse free... (Even if the Navy wants me!) the ole Hurry Up and Wait is more than a little tired.
Hurry Up and sign up for classes, and then Wait so long for them to start you can barely remember what you signed up for in the first place.
Hurry Up and pick out what light fixture you want in the bathroom... just so you can order it and Wait for 6 weeks. Or more. Probably more.
RUN, dragging a herd of children behind you, to the nearest possible bathroom (which is on the OTHER side of the super Wally World) because the kid HAS TO PEE NOW!!!! just to get there, drop trou and wait. FOR NOTHING. 'Cause he can't go with everyone waiting for him.
Other than the Hurry and Wait Syndrome that has taken over my life... there is also the To-Do List Infection. It just keeps spreading. Like a really awful rash. I bet I am not the only one either. Its an epidemic. Mark something off your list... and before you can even feel like you accomplished anything- you realize that your list has some how gotten LONGER rather than shorter. Damn, now I am itchy too.
And there is no cure.
With the Syndrome, and the Infection- everything else seems even worse. You try and take things one step at a time- but to get THERE you have to GO HERE first, and then if you are going to GO HERE, you might as well just DO THAT too.
The But First Virus. I think this one could be the end of me. At least the tiny bit of sanity I have left. I want to paint the bathroom. BUT FIRST...
-AND when I say I, I do me HE- as in the Super-Hubby- that does most, if not ALL of this stuff. I "assist." I can fetch soda, and run to the store LIKE A PRO!
BUT FIRST I need to replace the toilet. BUT FIRST I should pull up the crappy linoleum and put down tile. BUT FIRST that sink should come out, the cabinet replaced, the ceiling leak repaired, the window swapped out... and then WHAT KIND OF LIGHT FIXTURE should I choose, and then have to wait on?
So I pick out (and order and wait) on the fixture... but now I have to add all this other crap to do to The List. Putty for the wall, paint, tape a wax ring thing, a whosit and a thingee or 3. And Beer.
Feels like I have been busy all day and it feels like nothing got done...and I have an even bigger list for tomorrow.
All of this has got me feeling a little woozy~ maybe I'll just lay down for a bit. Work on The List a little more. I AM out of coffee... and since I am just going to have to wait til morning to go back to town anyway...
Oh, But First I should go start the washer...and the laundry needs to be folded, and the kids' shoes are still in the middle of the floor, and I forgot to make lunches for tomorrow....
I always thought twins were pretty cool. NEVER in a million years thought I would have my very own. In fact, when The Good Doc did the untra-sound and said there she is... OH and theres "The Other One..." I thought he was teasing.
NOPE. It was a two-fer. No history on either side, so SURPRISE!! And I have no idea if they are identical. They look alike, and are often called by each others names- but as for identical? I don't know. Don't really care. They look like sisters. But then again ALL of the little blonde monkees look like they are related. Or something. I wonder why? :)
Any way... Their Birthday isn't for a few more weeks. So I have plenty of time to sit and wait and do nothing in the way of planning until like the day (or the hour) before the cake hits the table.
But I feel like I am doing the military "hurry up and wait" thing all over again. I didn't like it so much before- and now that I am military-spouse free... (Even if the Navy wants me!) the ole Hurry Up and Wait is more than a little tired.
Hurry Up and sign up for classes, and then Wait so long for them to start you can barely remember what you signed up for in the first place.
Hurry Up and pick out what light fixture you want in the bathroom... just so you can order it and Wait for 6 weeks. Or more. Probably more.
RUN, dragging a herd of children behind you, to the nearest possible bathroom (which is on the OTHER side of the super Wally World) because the kid HAS TO PEE NOW!!!! just to get there, drop trou and wait. FOR NOTHING. 'Cause he can't go with everyone waiting for him.
Other than the Hurry and Wait Syndrome that has taken over my life... there is also the To-Do List Infection. It just keeps spreading. Like a really awful rash. I bet I am not the only one either. Its an epidemic. Mark something off your list... and before you can even feel like you accomplished anything- you realize that your list has some how gotten LONGER rather than shorter. Damn, now I am itchy too.
And there is no cure.
With the Syndrome, and the Infection- everything else seems even worse. You try and take things one step at a time- but to get THERE you have to GO HERE first, and then if you are going to GO HERE, you might as well just DO THAT too.
The But First Virus. I think this one could be the end of me. At least the tiny bit of sanity I have left. I want to paint the bathroom. BUT FIRST...
-AND when I say I, I do me HE- as in the Super-Hubby- that does most, if not ALL of this stuff. I "assist." I can fetch soda, and run to the store LIKE A PRO!
BUT FIRST I need to replace the toilet. BUT FIRST I should pull up the crappy linoleum and put down tile. BUT FIRST that sink should come out, the cabinet replaced, the ceiling leak repaired, the window swapped out... and then WHAT KIND OF LIGHT FIXTURE should I choose, and then have to wait on?
So I pick out (and order and wait) on the fixture... but now I have to add all this other crap to do to The List. Putty for the wall, paint, tape a wax ring thing, a whosit and a thingee or 3. And Beer.
Feels like I have been busy all day and it feels like nothing got done...and I have an even bigger list for tomorrow.
All of this has got me feeling a little woozy~ maybe I'll just lay down for a bit. Work on The List a little more. I AM out of coffee... and since I am just going to have to wait til morning to go back to town anyway...
Oh, But First I should go start the washer...and the laundry needs to be folded, and the kids' shoes are still in the middle of the floor, and I forgot to make lunches for tomorrow....
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