Random Ramblings

I have been told that there are actually a few people out there- who check in on this thing...:)

And suggested I get off my lazy arse and post more often.

Being as it is, I have problems with saying "no"... (to anyone that hasn't physically come from out of me) and to high light the wisdom of the saying "be careful of what you wish for..."

Here ya go. Don't expect much, I am WAY to boring!

As a recap of yesterdays excitement, I went to Wally World- with all 5 of the shortest- to rush around and get groceries before unceremoniously dumping them off at the school for the day. Donut's are a great bribe... be good; quiet; non-whiney; human-like... and I'll give you a snack. And they monkees can eat them as they are exiting the vehicle- and the sugar won't kick in for a good few minutes. Allows for a smooth get-a-way, and the brief adoration of the soon to be sticky fingered monsters.

Came home, did the obligatory laundry/ dishes/ pick up after the morning rush. And then wonder why I bother, by the time I get home - (about 10 minutes after the kids do) the house will look nothing like the way I left it.

But I do it anyway. At least the futility is consistent... a lot like the respect, and appreciation that comes with mommy-hood.

Work on my ever present homework...with Dora and Diego in the back ground... while fielding questions from the 3 year old Jabberwocky. Every 15.7 seconds. It's amazing that I can get anything done, let alone keep up the GPA. Somehow I manage- don't ask my secret... It all boggles my mind too.

So how exactly am I supposed to be able to keep it up for another 2 years? With harder classes? And 2 Jabberwockies instead of just one?

Oh, Anxiety... without you - and coffee, who would I be??

Went to class, got the test and the lab grades back... yea for me!! Little happy dance. One lab, one quiz and one final- then I am OFFICIALLY on summer vacation. Without the laundry option.

After school the girls decided that they LOVED their messy bedroom SO SO much that they would forgo dinner (with the fam, they ate much later. In their room) and just hang out. I'd like to think it was sisterly bonding, but it might just have been a case of the lazybums. Just maybe.

The Boys, decided hammers and destruction is a better way to burn off the chili dog dinner- and spend a good chunk of the evening on dismantling the cruddy fencing in the pasture. In pure boy fashion, one ended up crying and bloodied (no stitches required!)... chalk up another scar for our side. Boys and battle wounds- doesn't get any more "real" than that.

Went to bed, woke up... and discovered that it is today.

Again, I had the intentions of walking. But the bed was cozy. The kids got ready too slowly. My leg kinda hurt. So I loaded up Claire in the pack, and we walked. But just to our bus stop, not as far as we have been walking- 7 bus stops away.

Felt guilty about my laziness for about 3 minutes. Which just happens to be about as long as it takes for me to make a mug of my fakey instant coffee. Funny how that works out! By the time I was awake enough to function and make the real coffee...the short walk guilt was completely gone.

Came back, and sat started to think of all the stuff I should be doing... more laundry, spray the damn ants again, homework, copy notes for a friend, brush my hair... maybe.

And that is pretty much what goes on around here. Bunches of nuthin'. Wrapped up in UGH. Aren't you tickled that I shared? Hello? Are you still there?

So now, I am just sitting here wasting time reading blogs, and the newspaper... avoiding the homework, and the dishes. Trying (sort of ) to plan what we should have for dinner, if my pasty white legs will ever tan, and if a coffee IV would be a feasible option.

But then what would I do with all my "I LOVE MOM" coffee cups??

mom definitions

mom definition

Vacation: The opportunity to wash the laundry...in a different location.

The Beach Is Back...

We survived the beach- or should I saw the beach survived us? We had a blast. Went over with the plan to spend the day, and drive home. We stayed. The kids don't think we stayed long enough!I am tempted to agree.

Since I last typed...

To say it has been crazy around here would be... an understatement? Pretty normal- for us? Not even beginning to scratch the surface? All of the above?

Ding- ding- ding! We have a winner!!

Well, Mothers day has come and gone- I survived. Laundry and dishes... my wash tubs runneth over. The kids have remained relatively healthy... bumps, bruises, 4-wheeler crashes, and "he hit me!"... every one is still mobile under their own power. Even if they still want mom to carry them around.

Chemistry is still blowing my mind- but I only have to deal with 1 test, 1 lab, 4 lecture days, and one final. I think I have almost enough coffee to cover that.

I got my acceptance letter into my program (pardon me while I do another little happy dance here) WITH a nice little financial help from the university (and the happy dance continues!) and all the stress and anxiety that comes with it.

OK I am in... Now I have to DO WHAT? Books, fees, requirements, forms, orientations, IMMUNIZATIONS, expectations...

Definitely need more coffee.

It's Memorial Day weekend... which means high gas prices and an overwhelming NEED to get out of town. So fuel costs be damned, off to the beach we head. In about 5 hours.

And I am still up dorking around on the computer.

Maybe TOO much coffee?

Impossible :)

Alphabet soup ... for brains

Here I sit- my mind is quite full of useless knowledge. Over flowing... because I just think in circles, it gets all swirled around and comes out as a big scramble.

Scrabble blogger. That would be me.

I wonder if I just type a whole bunch of random letters, someone out there might be able to decipher it and let me know what exactly is going on in there. Because, I really haven't a clue.

Ugh. Ugh. Double Ugh.

Good Intentions

The road to WHERE is paved with WHAT?

I have really meant to get on here and blog (whine, witch, complain, fill you all in on the boring nada- ness of my daily being, etc) but life seems to have gotten in my way.

Its a lot nicer than saying I have had absolutely no ambition to do much of anything at all... Lazy Ass-ed syndrome people. It seems to hit me hardest in the spring time.

And spring it is... I'm sure I will snap to my senses again sooner or later~

Hi. My name is Amy. I'm a mom.

When you hear alcoholics say that you know exactly what you mean- the big "Ahhh" moment and you hide the booze... or at least try and act like you have never had a drink before, and would never consider it a possibility in the future.

Sometimes I get the same vibe when I say I am a mom. A stay at home mom.

After the barrage of "so what do you do?"... I am at home with the kids. "Oh, you do daycare?"... No, I just stay with my children. "Ohhhh......" and then they move on, like I was poo on a shoe.

In my desperation for adult semi-human contact I usually spit out something about having my own personal herd of children... and all that comes with it. Desperate attempt at silently screaming "I DO something, really! Talk to me, I promise I am not a leper or anything, I really do DO stuff! Not exciting or anything, but STUFF. I. DO. STUFF. TOO!!!"

It is frustrating beyond all measure, to feel like I have to justify myself, over and over, just to feel less like a lifeless lump of squishy mom mass. But I do. And it is over dorky insignificant things...maybe if I violently spew the amount of tedious STUFF I do daily, the sheer quantity of it will negate the mind numbing sameness of it all. OR make me feel even more like the dumpy, exhausted, unfocused housewife I appear to have become.

Maybe THAT's why I get the "ahhhh...ohhhhh" looks. People DO understand that I have no life, and hope it's not catching. Crazy lady with a Herd Of Monkees... STEP BACK!

I'm a mom. Actually, it is a pretty powerful statement- but just because I am, and have the herd... and stay at home (mostly) with them (as much as my sanity allows)... does not mean that I just sit at home and attempt to maintain, and contain, the devils spawn that I have produced and inflicted upon the world, trying desperately to reduce their destruction of the planet.

I like good books and walks on the beach too.