Crazy Daze

In the last couple weeks I have felt like I'm going non-stop. I'm working on finding a curriculum for my kids ( haven't got very far), the fourth of July, one possible root canal, possible removal on tonsils, cut up sheets and Insurance companies.... these are some of things that have plagued my life recently. Oh, and I turned 32.

I was talking to my sister in law about a book she gave me a few years back and I still have not read it through :(  "A Mother's Rule of Life"  This book and completing my children's curriculum, will be my next task. The author is very enjoyable, but pride got in the way and I didn't finish reading. I never thought of myself as a scheduled mom, but now days I'm seeing the need for it. I don't know if wisdom comes with age or if I'm just tried of feeling like I didn't get anything done at the end of the day.  The author talks about balance between household duties and homeschooling (something I always have trouble with). I need peace in my life and I'm really hoping that this (if applied) might afford me some.

The Tale of the Picker

Children pick, it's a fact. They pick noses, wedgies, some even pick belly buttons. My story is a tale of a picker of sorts. To some it will be distrubing and to others it will be common place.  For me it was too much!

~ The other night I was up late with my two littlest. They had taken naps too late in the day to go to bed at a normal hour, so mommy got to stay awake for a lot longer then she expected. We were sitting on the couch enjoying ourselves. The kiddos were watching Toy Story,  I was on my laptop when I realized that my poor son was being attacked by his sister. I looked down to find her showing the tip of her finger to her brother saying "eww" and wiping her finger on the couch. I told her to knock it off, she giggled. A second later she was waving her finger in his face again. Told her to stop (I have a problem with consistantcy, I don't have any). I went back to what I was doing, just too exhausted to actually make her listen. Out of the corner of my eye I saw what she was doing. She would stick her finger in my son's ear and pull it out with ear wax on it. She looked like she was a pirate looking for treasure and when she got it, she was thrilled, so much so that she had to show her brother. "Look Bubba, eeeewww," she would say as she wave that finger around. My son would look real hard at the tip of her finger and as he squinted he said, "ucky, JoJo." Don't get me wrong it was funny, just gross at the same time. So being the good mom I should,  I said, "I'm serious, knock that off, it's gross!" I think I used her complete name when I ended my declaration. She giggled a second time. I gave her one of my famous dirty looks. Looking back, I don't think I scared her in the least, but at the time I thought there was some improvement. She slowly got up and went to the kitchen, I figured she was getting a drink, which she did. It was then on her way back to the couch that I realized  her dasteredly plan as she set back on the couch ( on the other side of her brother ). That sicko wanted her brother's other ear! I called her on it, as she slowly sat down acting like she wasn't doing anything. She giggled her last. This time I stood my ground (couch), she was not able to pick my poor defendless child's ear any longer. I took the spot between them!

For those that are wondering: my childs ears were clean... well at least I thought they were. I had just giving him a bath.

                                                   

Beware of Kids with Money

Tim and I took the kids to the movie theater. We saw Toy Story 3, the kids loved it and we loved watching our little ones experience a theater for the very first time. Hearing the awes and ooos after something they saw, just made it all worth while. For Tim and I it was a first at this theater, being that we are new to town. It did not disappoint, the place was huge, twenty concession stands, sixteen screens and not as expensive as I would have thought.
Watching the movie went off without a hitch, no crying or fighting. After the movie was over we had a bathroom break and we took time to refill the drinks and popcorn. We walked out to the car and some crying started. Nothing too bad, but as we started to get into the car my second oldest tells me "look what I bought in the bathroom" as he waves a little box in front of my face. I was mortified. I hoped he hadn't opened it. I thought about a conversation that I really didn't want to have with an 11 yr old and as all these thoughts are coming to me, Tim is yelling " you never buy anything out of a bathroom and you are not allowed to buy anything without our permission". Right then, I knew he thought it was the same thing I did and I'm pretty sure you have caught on by now. I looked him straight in the face and said " give it to me." I noticed it wasn't open and as I took it I said, "Stephen, they sell medicine in there for people who have a hard time going potty and if you took it, you could get sick" trying to sound sympathetic. I looked at my husband with a dumb look as if to say "well... I don't know what to tell him." Luckily our oldest son (the know it all) starts in on his brother about how "it makes you sick and it's like that stuff they sell at the store for older people."  I looked at the little box as the kids all start giving their two sense and opened it. I did so for two reasons; one to see what he thought he was buying and two to see what kind of stuff I had to worry about in that bathroom. It was breath drops, thank you. My son kept repeating "it said they were sour" and now I knew why.

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.