Happy Saturday. The stores are CRAMMED full of obnoxious people. The house is a disaster zone. I have a final to study for. The kids are acting like heathens. So we are all at home.
I know, I can barely contain the excitement.
Of course, I am on top of it all- hiding out in the house by the wood stove. Barking at the kids to do their chores. With out killing each other- or at least if they ARE going to attack their siblings, they should be silent while doing it!! The text book has yet to be cracked, but... so I got sucked into reading other blogs and window (screen?) shopping. There are a million and a half different sites, just WAITING to suck out the last pennies in the accout. And keeping Miss Rosie off the kitchen table ( and out of the marker box) is taking up all my time and energy.
Pretty blah today.
Like I need a break, but then I wouldn't know what to do with myself.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Monday morning FREAK
Holy guacamole Batman- today sucked.
After a LONG weekend, of TRYING to study for my test... which of course never happened... I stayed up late last night in a last ditch cram session. I was doing ok- until I went to sit on the bed- AND WOKE UP 2 hours later.
Which is about 10 minutes before the kids have to be in school, 40 minutes before my BIG test... which I was freaking out about BEFORE the IM LATE freak out. I Live 15 minutes from the kids' school, 35 from the college... and if you factor in the get the rest of the kids up, ready, loaded... out to Ma's and BACK to college- I was screwed.
SCREWED.
Hubby took over- I dropped the big ones off...it was a SLOW roll... and drove SAFELY (hi mom) to class. Hoping I could make it in time to attempt the test I knew I was going to bomb.
Somehow I survived... Haven't had a break down/ freak OUT/ panic fit like that one in a while. Tears were shed, curse words were cursed.... but I did manage to remember to inhale and exhale- over and over. Still have the shakies, but I think it is far from terminal.
My phony verneer of calm and "I can handle it" seems to have ummmm cracked (shattered out?) a bit today.
But breathing is good. I'll just focus on THAT for a while. And daydream about hiding under a rock for a bit.
After a LONG weekend, of TRYING to study for my test... which of course never happened... I stayed up late last night in a last ditch cram session. I was doing ok- until I went to sit on the bed- AND WOKE UP 2 hours later.
Which is about 10 minutes before the kids have to be in school, 40 minutes before my BIG test... which I was freaking out about BEFORE the IM LATE freak out. I Live 15 minutes from the kids' school, 35 from the college... and if you factor in the get the rest of the kids up, ready, loaded... out to Ma's and BACK to college- I was screwed.
SCREWED.
Hubby took over- I dropped the big ones off...it was a SLOW roll... and drove SAFELY (hi mom) to class. Hoping I could make it in time to attempt the test I knew I was going to bomb.
Somehow I survived... Haven't had a break down/ freak OUT/ panic fit like that one in a while. Tears were shed, curse words were cursed.... but I did manage to remember to inhale and exhale- over and over. Still have the shakies, but I think it is far from terminal.
My phony verneer of calm and "I can handle it" seems to have ummmm cracked (shattered out?) a bit today.
But breathing is good. I'll just focus on THAT for a while. And daydream about hiding under a rock for a bit.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Post Turkey Euphoria. Or something.
My Mom in Law came and went. The kids didn't over swarm. She left with all her possessions INTACT, and survived the clutter in which I live, and hubby (barely) tolerates. So it was a nice visit :)haha!!
She even got to witness the Joy ? of the Tree decorating ritual- which includes, but is not limited to, threatening of the children (CLEAN YOUR ROOM, or you can just stay there!) Arguing about the when/ where/ who/ and how the tree, decorations, Christmas memories... are all different from how everyone else remembers. The debate over Christmas light theory (why they are always knotted up and never work. EVER.) and finally where the lights are, what should be done with the damn lights and where exactly they should go.
Ahhhhh Good times...and KEEP YOUR SISTER AWAY FROM THE TREE!!!
I think I gained a good 13 pounds. But, it was a GOOD 13 pounds, as opposed to eating 13 pounds of liver and onions. If I going to pack on the poundage, it had better be for Grandmas Banana Cream Pie. And Potatoes. And rolls. And Ma's bacon wrapped chestnuts... I think I might have added a few pounds just remembering it.
We were serenaded, for like 6 days, I mean hours :) by the "Boys" playing RockBand on the XBox. Drums, guitar, lyrics- they have skilz... pipes... they are, Something Else.
We think they set a record for the amount of time the "BOYS" have ever spent in one place, at the same time. Ever. EVER.
Lo and I braved the masses Friday morning. Wouldn't have dared it with out her- I tell ya, she is one of "those people" who leave ya smiling. Every where we went, she would leave someone with a smile. She blessed the coffee people for being open (and not busy) when we stopped by before the frenzy- and the ladies were still laughing as we pulled away. Maybe it was because she orders RETARDED coffee, or that she was willing to pay a few buck more, if that insured her Black Friday survival. But only if that was the ONLY way. She was cracking up the line waiters... and the check out ladies. And me. Just a little.
We don't get to hang out much anymore. Kinda miss the sister stuff- but Friday was a good catch up session. We giggles, drank coffee, laughed at stupid people... compared "stupid" stories and "can you believe" stories. We know some characters. I think my "stupids" are pretty good ones, but she has a few too!
Spent most of this weekend wishing I had a turkey carcass to gnaw on, and the rest of it thankful that I don't. Stressing about my Monday Test... and wishing all the kids were sleeping so I could attempt to study. Freezing my rear off. Wondering if I ordered enough of my Christmas stuff on line, where I'm going to get the rest of it, and which kidney I should offer up to pay for it all.
But mostly, I enjoyed the long weekend. So far. But I am about done. Nerves are shot. People I love, are increasingly becoming the ones I want to duct tape to the ceiling more than BREATHE.
Seriously considering a nap... so I will be awake when the monkees go down- but I have too much laundry/ dishes/ I'M HUNGRY!!!/ hey Honey did ya.... to do before that happens.
Can you burn out on the holidays before you even start wrapping stuff up? I think I am close.
She even got to witness the Joy ? of the Tree decorating ritual- which includes, but is not limited to, threatening of the children (CLEAN YOUR ROOM, or you can just stay there!) Arguing about the when/ where/ who/ and how the tree, decorations, Christmas memories... are all different from how everyone else remembers. The debate over Christmas light theory (why they are always knotted up and never work. EVER.) and finally where the lights are, what should be done with the damn lights and where exactly they should go.
Ahhhhh Good times...and KEEP YOUR SISTER AWAY FROM THE TREE!!!
I think I gained a good 13 pounds. But, it was a GOOD 13 pounds, as opposed to eating 13 pounds of liver and onions. If I going to pack on the poundage, it had better be for Grandmas Banana Cream Pie. And Potatoes. And rolls. And Ma's bacon wrapped chestnuts... I think I might have added a few pounds just remembering it.
We were serenaded, for like 6 days, I mean hours :) by the "Boys" playing RockBand on the XBox. Drums, guitar, lyrics- they have skilz... pipes... they are, Something Else.
We think they set a record for the amount of time the "BOYS" have ever spent in one place, at the same time. Ever. EVER.
Lo and I braved the masses Friday morning. Wouldn't have dared it with out her- I tell ya, she is one of "those people" who leave ya smiling. Every where we went, she would leave someone with a smile. She blessed the coffee people for being open (and not busy) when we stopped by before the frenzy- and the ladies were still laughing as we pulled away. Maybe it was because she orders RETARDED coffee, or that she was willing to pay a few buck more, if that insured her Black Friday survival. But only if that was the ONLY way. She was cracking up the line waiters... and the check out ladies. And me. Just a little.
We don't get to hang out much anymore. Kinda miss the sister stuff- but Friday was a good catch up session. We giggles, drank coffee, laughed at stupid people... compared "stupid" stories and "can you believe" stories. We know some characters. I think my "stupids" are pretty good ones, but she has a few too!
Spent most of this weekend wishing I had a turkey carcass to gnaw on, and the rest of it thankful that I don't. Stressing about my Monday Test... and wishing all the kids were sleeping so I could attempt to study. Freezing my rear off. Wondering if I ordered enough of my Christmas stuff on line, where I'm going to get the rest of it, and which kidney I should offer up to pay for it all.
But mostly, I enjoyed the long weekend. So far. But I am about done. Nerves are shot. People I love, are increasingly becoming the ones I want to duct tape to the ceiling more than BREATHE.
Seriously considering a nap... so I will be awake when the monkees go down- but I have too much laundry/ dishes/ I'M HUNGRY!!!/ hey Honey did ya.... to do before that happens.
Can you burn out on the holidays before you even start wrapping stuff up? I think I am close.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
And So It Begins... Happy Holidays
The mail man owes me one.
JJ decided to "check the mail" for me this morning... returning with the letter Steven had just put in there (to go out) 5 minutes before.
JJ, Puddin and I all hiked back out, to make sure the mail was mailed... flag up and not covered in mud and ice.
We get there and J promptly opens up the box, pulls SOMETHING out, and hides it behind his back.
It was Claras diaper.
The mail man doesn't know how lucky he is.
JJ decided to "check the mail" for me this morning... returning with the letter Steven had just put in there (to go out) 5 minutes before.
JJ, Puddin and I all hiked back out, to make sure the mail was mailed... flag up and not covered in mud and ice.
We get there and J promptly opens up the box, pulls SOMETHING out, and hides it behind his back.
It was Claras diaper.
The mail man doesn't know how lucky he is.
Friday, November 16, 2007
getting a grip
Here I go- desperately trying to get a grasp on reality, one blog at a time. Bear with me people... it's a work in progress.
The constant state of frustration, treading if you will... continues. I have company coming, Holidays coming, tests coming, bills coming. Not really prepared for any part or portion of them... so here I sit, banging away on the keyboard.
Productive Super Mom... riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
Over tired, under-appreciated, super slow moving, only getting half a clue. On a good day.
It would be nice to have a visit from the lottery fairy, a lot of my angst could be reduced with a little less stress of the fundage.
That and a dedicated crew of home improvement specialists, maids, cooks, laundress', nannies... massage therapists...Oh crap. That is MY job.
Dammit.
Without the fairies and the multitudes of servants... I guess I should pry my ampleness away from the screen and get on it. But it's so nice here...
The constant state of frustration, treading if you will... continues. I have company coming, Holidays coming, tests coming, bills coming. Not really prepared for any part or portion of them... so here I sit, banging away on the keyboard.
Productive Super Mom... riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
Over tired, under-appreciated, super slow moving, only getting half a clue. On a good day.
It would be nice to have a visit from the lottery fairy, a lot of my angst could be reduced with a little less stress of the fundage.
That and a dedicated crew of home improvement specialists, maids, cooks, laundress', nannies... massage therapists...Oh crap. That is MY job.
Dammit.
Without the fairies and the multitudes of servants... I guess I should pry my ampleness away from the screen and get on it. But it's so nice here...
Thursday, November 15, 2007
LONGEST week evah....
Ok, Monday was an Off Day... no school, for me OR the kids.
Translation... I had ALL the kids, ALL day, ALL by myself. After a weekend of them being poopy-heads (as JJ so lovingly refers to them.)
I was (and still seem to be) on the OMG I HAVE A TEST mindset.
Translation... NO SLEEP. Even less than normal. Whatever normal is. Tuesday was FREAK OUT, the test is TOMORROW!! day- always a fun and pleasant experience for all concerned.
Quit laughing. I was TRYING to be sarcastic!
Wednesday- THE TEST.
Wednesday Night... slight, YES SLIGHT!! anxiety issues over how I did on the test.
Today ... I got the results- 81% not too shabby... for all the early morning morning hours, I had BETTER have gotten a B!!
So in celebration of my B... I did a whole lotta nothing. I came home, sat on the couch and ate bon-bons. Not really- but my posterior did get a work out, and I may have even shut my eyes- for a few consecutive moments.
Did you hear that? A few moments, eyes closed... Thats more sleep than I have gotten in the past 3 weeks!!!
But it's only Thursday. There is still a whole 'nother day in week. For a short one, this seems to have gone on and on and on.... kinda like this post.
Translation... I had ALL the kids, ALL day, ALL by myself. After a weekend of them being poopy-heads (as JJ so lovingly refers to them.)
I was (and still seem to be) on the OMG I HAVE A TEST mindset.
Translation... NO SLEEP. Even less than normal. Whatever normal is. Tuesday was FREAK OUT, the test is TOMORROW!! day- always a fun and pleasant experience for all concerned.
Quit laughing. I was TRYING to be sarcastic!
Wednesday- THE TEST.
Wednesday Night... slight, YES SLIGHT!! anxiety issues over how I did on the test.
Today ... I got the results- 81% not too shabby... for all the early morning morning hours, I had BETTER have gotten a B!!
So in celebration of my B... I did a whole lotta nothing. I came home, sat on the couch and ate bon-bons. Not really- but my posterior did get a work out, and I may have even shut my eyes- for a few consecutive moments.
Did you hear that? A few moments, eyes closed... Thats more sleep than I have gotten in the past 3 weeks!!!
But it's only Thursday. There is still a whole 'nother day in week. For a short one, this seems to have gone on and on and on.... kinda like this post.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
what's going on??
I think I have been off on my own little planet- or lost under laundry- for a while. Something funky, this way comes.
I have been burning the midnight oil...studying for an anatomy test. Uggggh. And while I have been straining the brain... the kids have all gone Loopy.
Loopy HOW you might ask? I don't know... every manner, courtesy, normal human thought and or reaction have mysteriously EVAPORATED from their collective consciousness.
What do you mean I am supposed to brush my hair (wear clean clothes, put a coat on in 25 degree weather...) before school?
But I was only playing in the busy street ONCE.
Ya know, when you start telling your mom the way things are going to be... IS JUST WRONG. And boy-o, now that I can actually take a nap and sleep for more than an hour or two...(hopefully) watch it monkees.
YOU, my pretties... are on notice.
Right after my nap. GGGggrrrrrrr.
I have been burning the midnight oil...studying for an anatomy test. Uggggh. And while I have been straining the brain... the kids have all gone Loopy.
Loopy HOW you might ask? I don't know... every manner, courtesy, normal human thought and or reaction have mysteriously EVAPORATED from their collective consciousness.
What do you mean I am supposed to brush my hair (wear clean clothes, put a coat on in 25 degree weather...) before school?
But I was only playing in the busy street ONCE.
Ya know, when you start telling your mom the way things are going to be... IS JUST WRONG. And boy-o, now that I can actually take a nap and sleep for more than an hour or two...(hopefully) watch it monkees.
YOU, my pretties... are on notice.
Right after my nap. GGGggrrrrrrr.
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