a mommies night out

i had a chance and i took it. saw the opening and i jumped. my husband was home and it was his sisters b-day so i thought a movie would be fun and it really was! we saw the back up plan at 1st i was a little taken back, but man it was funny. not the kind of movie you see with your husband, a total chick flick. warning: if you are faint of heart don't see it and for mommies with new babies.. it could bring back labor pains. i actually cringed a couple times and my baby is 2. it was irreverent and awkward, but oh so funny. the person i saw it with made it better, wouldn't have been the same with out her!

sometimes it's so nice just to get out for a bit!!!

Due to Economy

Creative means is necessary in this economy. I'm sure many stay at home moms are trying to bring a little more to add to the ever dwindling table. I feel like my list of chores keeps getting longer and longer and my time is stretched further and further. All the while homeschooling and trying to maintain a semi-clean house. So, in my spare time (which I has so much of) I do a little of everything (sewing, crochet, trying to learn how to knit, and trying to make hair bows... trying is the key word). I have been trying to sell what I create in order to help with the little things. Here are some of my Creations.

~Patriotic Reversible Apron ~

~Springtime Reversible Apron ~





~ Cherry Rag Quilt ~

~My 1st try with Bows~

~ Crocheted Hat and Scarf ~

~ Crocheted Hat and Scarf ~

~ Heart T-shirt Dress ~

Washing Woes

The trip went well until the vomiting started. The car ride got very interesting and a little messy to say the least. My poor Sol ..he's new to the whole flu thing, doesn't get that he's not trying to keep it in. Then the choking and gagging starts. All the while my husband is making noises (ya know... the kind that lets you know he's not happy...uuhh, ummm, hhhaa) and whether he knows it or not those noises effect my mood. Yeah, the trip went very well! When we got home the realization set in as I walked into my bathroom that my washer was not working. The mound of Laundry was sitting there as a reminder of things to come. I hate doing laundry! I think I would rather clean a toilet, but by the end of the night I wished I could do my laundry. Thank God I had an appointment the next morning.

That night didn't seem like it was going to end. Two sick babies on the floor next to my bed, every time they made a noise I woke. I have to give it to my little Josephine... she was a trooper. One minute she would be laying down and the next she would be over the bowl letting loose, not once did she need me to do a clean up. By 3:00 am I was done and the repair guy was coming between 8-12 noon. I would have normally gotten up early, cleaned up and made a general effort, but like I said I was done. As long as the kids let me sleep I was good.

The repair man came about 10ish. He was all business, looked older then my grandfather and had no sense of humor. He was a bit intimidating. He went straight to work and I left him to it. I came back to see how things were and opened my big mouth,"so you find anything?" and that opened the flood gates. "Yeah! I found something," he said (in a tone that said you idiot) as he gestured to this fleshy looking thing "it's some sort of potato,"he snapped. I knew there and then my little angel was at fault here. I was expecting a sock... some dirt... some lint ...a repair man with better eyes. When I looked down I saw what we had for dinner a couple nights ago... zucchini. I wasn't about to argue the species of the vegetable (that was stuck in my washer, with the repair man who just extracted it). So in the most humble of voice I said "oh really, I don't know how that got it there." He looked at me in that tone again and said, " A'll tell you how that got in there, one of 'em opened it up and put it in." That what I get for not being honest, I mean of course I knew, but what am I suppose to say, "I'm sorry sir.... I don't watch my 2 yr old as close as I should and it won't happen again." I mean really, he should be happy I have a crazy kid that keeps him employed. I was so happy when it was all over... and more happy cause I have a washer and one sick baby and 3 more that have yet to get it.

~This is for all the moms who have to be humbled by their childrens actions and for all the repair men who deal with crazy moms!~

When it Rains it Pours

Why is it, that when one thing goes wrong, anything and everything will follow? I have lived by the saying God only gives you what you can handle and I used to sneer at the people who would say I just wish he didn't trust me with so much... the wimps.

Lately, I am wimping out a little more frequently.

4:45 am

My husband wakes me up his car won't start. He's taking mine.

7:15 am

My front loader washer is spewing water from places it shouldn't.

7:30 am

After I dried up all the water that the thing spit at me I continued to

try to figure out what was wrong.

7:52 am

I drained and cleaned the vent, cause I'm good like that. It still spewed water!

8:20 am-1:30 pm

I tore my house up looking for the warranty. It was bad we just moved

I went through so many boxes.

1:30 pm

My sister in law called ( time was exact I checked the caller ID)

and told me that they keep those things on file. I wished she called earlier.

2:00 pm

1st attempt at calling. Actually called the wrong store because I was

so frazzled. Then I had to let the poor service person know I had pretty

much wasted about 7 minutes of her life. She just laughed at me.

Mean while my children had free rain of the house.

2:15 pm

2nd attempt at calling. This went better, but I knew a whole lot about the service woman when we were done. How much the gas was where she lived, family, where there was good shopping, you name it we talked about it.

I hope I didn't make you tried just reading this. On the bright side, I have an appointment for my water puking washer. On the not so bright side I have a whole bunch of dirty clothes and my kids have had a field day with my house. If I can just make it to bedtime.

I wonder if my sister will mind a few loads of extra laundry.

~ Better than Empty ~

I'm in the middle of shopping, going about my business. I could be walking to the park, to get out of the house for a while. I see someone standing as if they are stuck in their tracks, looking at me, in what seems to be disbelief. You think to yourself "What are they starring at? Do I have something on my face? Is there toilet paper... stuck to my butt...and trailing behind me... WHY didn't the kids tell me?" Does this sound familiar to anyone?? Well, this is my life.

It happens at least once a week. It makes no difference where I am or what I am doing. There will always be one person who has to ask (in a condescending tone) "ARE THESE ALL YOUR CHILDREN?" Out of the blue, no "HI"... no pleasantries whatsoever. Just that sentence I so love to hear. I honestly don't know what people are thinking, but I guess that's it... their not. To ask such a thing in FRONT of the children you're talking about. What if they were adopted? Why do they feel the need to know? What business is it of theirs? And why do I always feel the need to answer? And yes. Answer I do. "Yes they are."

There are many questions that come after that: "You must either be Catholic or Mormon?".... "Don't you have a TV?"... "Are you going to have more?".... "Don't you know what causes that?" or "Are they all from the same father?" The list goes on and on... and yes it's in front of the children. Which means mommy is going to get a lot of questions later.

A most precious, but horrifying experience, is where the name of my blog came from. The kiddos and I were out shopping. I was looking at earrings for the girls and a woman came up and ask my favorite question. To my surprise my eldest son (6 at the time) answered, " yes this is my brother and my sisters and mommy is having another baby soon." You could see the woman's disapproval. But my son being who he is, didn't notice and continued proudly to tell her anything and everything that came to his little mind. "My mommy has more babies, but they died ... they are in heaven." I had to explain that I had had several miscarriages and with that a light went on. All the woman could do was tell me, "I had my hands full" and my response was "better than empty."

She agreed.