Halloween turned out amazing. The weather took a turn for the best. It was clear and slightly chilly. The kids had a blast. My son, almost 2, couldn't get the words "Trick or Treat" out...he said "Deet Dee" instead. Close and so cute! My daughter was sure to say "Happy Halloween" and "Thank you" to everyone. Those kids make Halloween so much fun.
Friday, November 1st. I cannot believe it is already November. This year has absolutely flown by. Work was work. No shock there. Friday night the husband went out. Lets just say he came home in the wee hours of Saturday morning and mama was none to happy about the state he arrived in. I now label this night "Vodka Gate". There was a half (GIANT) empty bottle of Grey Goose on our bathroom counter Saturday morning. Magically later that day the bottle is gone. I wonder where it could be? Hmmmm.
Saturday, because I was left disgruntled, the kids and I went for a walk. It was perfect outside. The morning air was crisp and clean. We walked around the lake (man made, across the street from where we live) and saw the ducks. My son immediately starts to 'quack' because he can't say duck. My daughter was trying to count them but they kept running around. It was so cute. That was enough to perk up the mood for sure! We came home grabbed a snack and a drink, the husband still in bed...ugh, and headed off to a Firehouse/Police Station open house. The kids LOVED it. There were fire trucks, a rescue boat, SWAT van, Bomb Squad, police horse, motorcycle, helicopter and a sprinkler station! The sprinkler station was neat. They showed how having your home set up with sprinklers, much like those in an office building, could assist if your house catches fire. They set some drapes on fire and then the sprinklers go off. It was GREAT. Now, if only I was building a new home....to have it done to an existing home is off the charts expensive. Who has that kind of cash laying around. As it is we need a new fence...dang it...disgruntled-ness setting in again...and we all know that's not cheap!
After all that excitement we were off to lunch and then to my parents for a quick visit. We had a lot of fun. We went out for Chinese food afterwards...with the husband...and the kids did really well! I was surprised because neither had really had a nap. The husband was a bit grumpy because our daughter wouldn't sit still. You know, she's almost four and I think she did GREAT. I wish he would have more patience with them. It's kind of annoying.
Sunday was great. My day to sleep in. The husband took the kids to get donuts and they played a bit. When I got up, however, he was a grump. He makes such a huge task out of spending a couple of hours with the kids by himself. It makes me crazy. Example - after I did a 5K a few weeks ago I came home so happy and pumped up. He has to say "UGH it was horrible, all I did was hear crying and fussing the whole time you were gone!" REALLY!!!!!!! FRICKIN' REALLY!!>?!!>>!>!>>!
You can't spend a few hours with your kids? It's so horrible ... they harass you that much? I get so angry just typing it. So of course my mood was ruined that day an on Sunday. I set off to chasing kids, cleaning house and doing laundry. Heaven forbid he had to do all that at once. The world would have to shut down.
GRRR...getting too worked up typing this.
Have a great day. I know I will once I get to squeeze those sweet kids.
Monday, November 4, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Halloween and it's raining...
Please...let the rain stop in time for trick or treating!!
My children are disgruntled.
ha. Yes, they really are.
I'm disgruntled at work. Halloween party, food and costumes. 6 people dressed up. It's nice to be able to take time out from the daily grind...at the daily grind. Why wouldn't you take advantage of that.
My chances of winning just got better. So there's that!
Happy Halloween, internet people :)
My children are disgruntled.
ha. Yes, they really are.
I'm disgruntled at work. Halloween party, food and costumes. 6 people dressed up. It's nice to be able to take time out from the daily grind...at the daily grind. Why wouldn't you take advantage of that.
My chances of winning just got better. So there's that!
Happy Halloween, internet people :)
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Mostly uneventful
Last night was mostly uneventful. The initial get home and get in the house was a tad chaotic but other than that it went very smooth.
My daughter and I decided to go for a 30 minute walk after dinner, after I bathed my son and got him to bed...dad was with him, don't worry I didn't leave him alone!, and chat. She is extremely chatty at this age. It is cute, for the most part...you know, except when I'm trying to get the baby to sleep and she wants to yell down the hallway about more books and whatever else is on her mind. She was talking about Halloween and the decorations that are up in the neighborhood, the buzz of the cars along the freeway, the wind in the trees, her best friend at school, talking to Santa and going trick or treating. Towards the end of the walk she got very quiet. I asked her if she was OK, nervous or scared - it was dark. She replied with, "Nope. I'm happy." It was an 'Ah-Ha' moment for this tired stressed out mom. Those few minutes just listening to her and talking when she let me, lol, were important to her. Not that we don't have those moments at home. This just seemed special for her. I love that. I loved that moment and I want to hold on to it forever. It filled me with love and warmth.
I need more moments like that.
Then I wake up and realize I've got to go to work, you know, to pay those pesky little (or large) things we call bills.
This morning while trying to dress the kids my son was extra lovey and my daughter cried and whined. It was super fun but for the second day in a row this week I remembered their school bags. So, score one for this over-worked mama!
My daughter and I decided to go for a 30 minute walk after dinner, after I bathed my son and got him to bed...dad was with him, don't worry I didn't leave him alone!, and chat. She is extremely chatty at this age. It is cute, for the most part...you know, except when I'm trying to get the baby to sleep and she wants to yell down the hallway about more books and whatever else is on her mind. She was talking about Halloween and the decorations that are up in the neighborhood, the buzz of the cars along the freeway, the wind in the trees, her best friend at school, talking to Santa and going trick or treating. Towards the end of the walk she got very quiet. I asked her if she was OK, nervous or scared - it was dark. She replied with, "Nope. I'm happy." It was an 'Ah-Ha' moment for this tired stressed out mom. Those few minutes just listening to her and talking when she let me, lol, were important to her. Not that we don't have those moments at home. This just seemed special for her. I love that. I loved that moment and I want to hold on to it forever. It filled me with love and warmth.
I need more moments like that.
Then I wake up and realize I've got to go to work, you know, to pay those pesky little (or large) things we call bills.
This morning while trying to dress the kids my son was extra lovey and my daughter cried and whined. It was super fun but for the second day in a row this week I remembered their school bags. So, score one for this over-worked mama!
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
I am not sure how to credit this article. It's from the Huffington Post by Rachel M Martin and it's so worth a read. If you are a mom, have a mom, know a mom...you're wife is a mom - you get the point. This article is very worth your time.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/rachel-m-martin/to-the-tired-mom_b_4104515.html
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/rachel-m-martin/to-the-tired-mom_b_4104515.html
Carpool-Gate 2013
Before I get to "Carpool-Gate 2013" I would like to say that my day started off a little less disgruntled. Last night the husband did the dishes, mostly, and cleaned the dinner table. I say mostly because I don't consider it doing the dishes when you rinse them all and stick them on the other side of the sink for someone else to "finish". But, whatever...every little bit helps, right?
This morning he was up and helping with the kids. While I dressed one, he dressed the other. It was like I heard angels singing...can you hear them too? Made for a nice smooth transition out of the house. No yelling and crying. Just everyone filed out and into the car. He even put the dreaded school bags in the car!!!!! I was flying pretty high after that. That is until we got to the carpool lane.
There's always that impatient person who needs to ride the cars ass in front of it. I don't like it but there's always that "one guy" in every situation so why not on the highway at speeds of 65+ miles per hour. The husband is driving and we're about 4 car lengths away from the car in front of us. On the HOV that leaves room so you don't have to break every freaking five seconds like the ass-hat in front of you...because he's driving on the other persons trunk! Anyway...back to it. So the guy behind us is on our ass, trunk, bumper, whatever you want to call it and my husband, being the passive guy that he is (have they invented a sarcastic font yet?) slows down from 60 to about 50. The guy behind us starts moving all the way to the left to see what the hold up is in front of us. UM, hello dipshit...you're the problem. GET OFF MY ASS! The guy backs up a little but then turns his brights on. At this point my husband is in no mood to be messed with. He does a good old fashioned "break check" and I lose my mind. I hate this tactic. I always feel like someone is going to follow us and in turn shoot us. This happens a couple of times because apparently the guy behind us doesn't understand. I mean why would he? His brain is full of morning douche-baggery. Perhaps he needed a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks?
By the time we get to our exit. I'm flustered and shaking. I don't do the whole "break check" thing. If you want to ride my ass in the HOV, go right ahead. I will neither go slower or faster. You'll get there when you get there. My husband, however, plays the game. It's a dangerous one. It scares the shit out of me. You can't teach people full of douche-baggery lessons on the road. You only gain a bit of their douche-baggery knowledge. Let's face it. We don't need anymore of that going around.
Stop the madness.
So, thank you to the douche-canoe driving the blue Chevy Trailblazer. You truly set my morning rolling in the opposite direction. I'll pray for you. You need it!
I'll also be praying for my husband. That he show patience to even those fools (douche-bags) that don't seem deserve it.
This morning he was up and helping with the kids. While I dressed one, he dressed the other. It was like I heard angels singing...can you hear them too? Made for a nice smooth transition out of the house. No yelling and crying. Just everyone filed out and into the car. He even put the dreaded school bags in the car!!!!! I was flying pretty high after that. That is until we got to the carpool lane.
There's always that impatient person who needs to ride the cars ass in front of it. I don't like it but there's always that "one guy" in every situation so why not on the highway at speeds of 65+ miles per hour. The husband is driving and we're about 4 car lengths away from the car in front of us. On the HOV that leaves room so you don't have to break every freaking five seconds like the ass-hat in front of you...because he's driving on the other persons trunk! Anyway...back to it. So the guy behind us is on our ass, trunk, bumper, whatever you want to call it and my husband, being the passive guy that he is (have they invented a sarcastic font yet?) slows down from 60 to about 50. The guy behind us starts moving all the way to the left to see what the hold up is in front of us. UM, hello dipshit...you're the problem. GET OFF MY ASS! The guy backs up a little but then turns his brights on. At this point my husband is in no mood to be messed with. He does a good old fashioned "break check" and I lose my mind. I hate this tactic. I always feel like someone is going to follow us and in turn shoot us. This happens a couple of times because apparently the guy behind us doesn't understand. I mean why would he? His brain is full of morning douche-baggery. Perhaps he needed a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks?
By the time we get to our exit. I'm flustered and shaking. I don't do the whole "break check" thing. If you want to ride my ass in the HOV, go right ahead. I will neither go slower or faster. You'll get there when you get there. My husband, however, plays the game. It's a dangerous one. It scares the shit out of me. You can't teach people full of douche-baggery lessons on the road. You only gain a bit of their douche-baggery knowledge. Let's face it. We don't need anymore of that going around.
Stop the madness.
So, thank you to the douche-canoe driving the blue Chevy Trailblazer. You truly set my morning rolling in the opposite direction. I'll pray for you. You need it!
I'll also be praying for my husband. That he show patience to even those fools (douche-bags) that don't seem deserve it.
Monday, October 28, 2013
Why do I do everything for my family?
You know what? I'm tired.
Tired of remembering to do everything for my family. I forgot the kids bags today for school. UGH. It's probably the third time this year.
They are packed and in the washroom. We have to walk through there to go in the garage and get in the car. They are right there. Staring at me. Yet, for some reason I forgot to get them, again. At least it wasn't "turn in your homework folder day", because that would have just totally screwed up my morning.
I don't pretend to be perfect. Being a wife is hard enough. Never mind tossing in two kids. WTF were we thinking? The icing on the cake is that I still have to report to a job M-F on top of my other two "jobs".
I decided that I'm disgruntled. I'm grumpy and I'm tired of putting on my fresh face and smiling sweetly. So I'll take it out here. Because really, you all know what I'm talking about!
I had a blog...I'd rather be in the kitchen. It didn't work out. I decided I'd rather not just be in the kitchen. I'd rather hid at my desk away from the chaos that awaits me when I get home. My husband is a grouch and he would rather not be at his office. Things are just opposite for us.
Our laptop died about two months ago. Neither one of us has done anything about it. Why? I don't know but that makes me grouchy! See...more disgruntled by the minute.
Day in the life of me:
5:30 am - screaming alarm...snooze
Finally up and it's a lightening race to get out the door on time to school. *and yes, before you ask, I've tried getting up earlier. I hate it even more than the rush to get out the door. Sue me.
I dress myself as fast as humanly possible then go to the kids room.
Drag my 3 year old out of bed - she's almost 4 and acts like a teenager already.
Ask her a million and one times to start getting dressed (her clothes are already laid out and ready for her) while I get her brother, a very strong 1 year old, out of the crib - he's almost 2 and is as strong as an NFL linebacker! Dressing him, arguing with her. It's always so much fun!
My husband is usually rolling out of the bed while I do this. Yeah...so helpful.
Kids in the bathroom for teeth and hair. I'll spare you the details but someone is usually crying about something.
6:20 am - if all goes, close, to the plan we're in the car and off to school. Someone is yelling about something. *my head hurts typing this.
6:31 am - at school (that's what time they open) dropping kids off in class with kisses and hugs. That's my favorite part. Not the dropping them off but the sweet, sweet kisses and hugs they give me. *OK, so there are some perks to being a parent - yes, I wanted my children..still do...but hey, I'm time cramped here!
Carpool to work and hope we get to my husbands office by 7:00 am. Drive myself to work...
Work all day. Well, most of the day.
4:30 pm - leave to go get the husband
drive home. Sometimes it's nice and sometimes it's not. Sometimes we probably need to have our own cars so we don't annoy each other so much - Yes, I love my husband and my marriage. We have our days. Don't we all?
5:20ish pm - pick up kids. They are excited to see us. Give us lots of hugs and kisses as we do to them. Then we get to the car and someone is usually crying about something. *glad our car ride is a mear 8 minutes. Phew.
5:30 pm - we're in the house, shoe's flying...bags dumped on table, I scramble to make a snack and juice so I can start dinner.
It's never easy to cook dinner. My kids always need me for something. Or they are fighting about something...or they want to go outside. On a good day, when it's not 9,000 degrees outside, my husband will take them in the backyard to play...but most days they are running a muck inside.
6:30 pm - we are eating. Usually. Depending on how much the kids "need" me we either have something cooked perfectly or overcooked. Let's just say that 9 times out of 10 the chicken is dry...Ugh
Bath and bed...my son is in bed by 7 and my daughter by 8.
Then I get to do laundry and clean a kitchen. Sometimes the husband helps. Most times I'm making passive aggressive sighs while I - me, myself and I - get everything done. I know, being PA isn't the way to do it...but I get tired of asking for help, shouldn't people just want to help their spouse? *Learning through my co-workers that they experience the same level of help from their husbands. So, hey, at least I'm not alone!
By the time I sit down I just want to go to bed....and then it starts all over again.
Weeeee
Tired of remembering to do everything for my family. I forgot the kids bags today for school. UGH. It's probably the third time this year.
They are packed and in the washroom. We have to walk through there to go in the garage and get in the car. They are right there. Staring at me. Yet, for some reason I forgot to get them, again. At least it wasn't "turn in your homework folder day", because that would have just totally screwed up my morning.
I don't pretend to be perfect. Being a wife is hard enough. Never mind tossing in two kids. WTF were we thinking? The icing on the cake is that I still have to report to a job M-F on top of my other two "jobs".
I decided that I'm disgruntled. I'm grumpy and I'm tired of putting on my fresh face and smiling sweetly. So I'll take it out here. Because really, you all know what I'm talking about!
I had a blog...I'd rather be in the kitchen. It didn't work out. I decided I'd rather not just be in the kitchen. I'd rather hid at my desk away from the chaos that awaits me when I get home. My husband is a grouch and he would rather not be at his office. Things are just opposite for us.
Our laptop died about two months ago. Neither one of us has done anything about it. Why? I don't know but that makes me grouchy! See...more disgruntled by the minute.
Day in the life of me:
5:30 am - screaming alarm...snooze
Finally up and it's a lightening race to get out the door on time to school. *and yes, before you ask, I've tried getting up earlier. I hate it even more than the rush to get out the door. Sue me.
I dress myself as fast as humanly possible then go to the kids room.
Drag my 3 year old out of bed - she's almost 4 and acts like a teenager already.
Ask her a million and one times to start getting dressed (her clothes are already laid out and ready for her) while I get her brother, a very strong 1 year old, out of the crib - he's almost 2 and is as strong as an NFL linebacker! Dressing him, arguing with her. It's always so much fun!
My husband is usually rolling out of the bed while I do this. Yeah...so helpful.
Kids in the bathroom for teeth and hair. I'll spare you the details but someone is usually crying about something.
6:20 am - if all goes, close, to the plan we're in the car and off to school. Someone is yelling about something. *my head hurts typing this.
6:31 am - at school (that's what time they open) dropping kids off in class with kisses and hugs. That's my favorite part. Not the dropping them off but the sweet, sweet kisses and hugs they give me. *OK, so there are some perks to being a parent - yes, I wanted my children..still do...but hey, I'm time cramped here!
Carpool to work and hope we get to my husbands office by 7:00 am. Drive myself to work...
Work all day. Well, most of the day.
4:30 pm - leave to go get the husband
drive home. Sometimes it's nice and sometimes it's not. Sometimes we probably need to have our own cars so we don't annoy each other so much - Yes, I love my husband and my marriage. We have our days. Don't we all?
5:20ish pm - pick up kids. They are excited to see us. Give us lots of hugs and kisses as we do to them. Then we get to the car and someone is usually crying about something. *glad our car ride is a mear 8 minutes. Phew.
5:30 pm - we're in the house, shoe's flying...bags dumped on table, I scramble to make a snack and juice so I can start dinner.
It's never easy to cook dinner. My kids always need me for something. Or they are fighting about something...or they want to go outside. On a good day, when it's not 9,000 degrees outside, my husband will take them in the backyard to play...but most days they are running a muck inside.
6:30 pm - we are eating. Usually. Depending on how much the kids "need" me we either have something cooked perfectly or overcooked. Let's just say that 9 times out of 10 the chicken is dry...Ugh
Bath and bed...my son is in bed by 7 and my daughter by 8.
Then I get to do laundry and clean a kitchen. Sometimes the husband helps. Most times I'm making passive aggressive sighs while I - me, myself and I - get everything done. I know, being PA isn't the way to do it...but I get tired of asking for help, shouldn't people just want to help their spouse? *Learning through my co-workers that they experience the same level of help from their husbands. So, hey, at least I'm not alone!
By the time I sit down I just want to go to bed....and then it starts all over again.
Weeeee
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