The Angry Mom

I went to bed at 10:02 pm. Pretty early, but good to get into the habit since I enjoy my morning silence.

Woke up at 5:23 just a few minutes before Spaghetti is off to work, earliest I’ve been up in a long time. Nice to see him before he leaves for work.

I lay back in bed and decide to flip around on tv, nothing much. Some infomercials, Full House, decided on Boy Meets World. Then at 6:08, Bagel is knocking on my door.

I’m not the old me. The old me, that would infuriatingly yell at her daughter to go back to bed. And leave me alone AT least till there is a 7 on the clock!

It was the newer me. The me who stops myself from yelling. But I still was grumbly. Telling her to give me a minute. My bad for thinking getting up at 5:30 was going to give me so much ‘me time’ I needed to go in the bathroom for a minute.

Sigh. Never mind.

We go down from the second floor, as Weaky sleeps in. (thankyouverymuch) I start the coffee, and start to eat a banana. Bagel comes in, and sits at the sliding glass door, looking out to the deck.

I then remember that today we are going to Kindergarten Round up, to register Bagel for school.

I sit on the floor rug next to her. Just me and her.

Normally there are two big boxers all in our face if we sit on the floor, or her brother wanting to sit too, some one is whining, someone is crying, a dog is barking, and SO much needs to be done, I don’t have the patience to sit there.

 

 

Today was different. Maybe it’s because my baby is going to Kindergarten. Her 5th birthday is right around the corner. I only see this girl. A 15 month old baby. But in reality I have this… a feisty big girl.

       

No longer a baby, sassy, mind of her own, and when I’m paying attention ONE creative chica.

She’s smart. She writes her name, draws pictures well. Sings, plays. Loves markers over crayons, but paint is her favorite. She’s a play-doh junkie. If I had to explain her in Disney terminology she would be a

Tink.

She’s silly, and cute like Tinkerbell. She’s got the feisty fire in her like a Tinkerbell. But my favorite part? She’s a Tinkerer.

My dad is, I am for sure, and so it’s only fit that my Mia is not as girly as she looks, she’s very hands on and I love it.

 

BUT she is a girl, and she loves to dress up, let’s not forget the Tinker part, so add in a bit of princess (but not to much) and you get Rapunzel. Part princess but barefoot, and strong minded. Open to explore, and enjoy adventures.

That is my Bagel.

And as I sat with her this morning, at the sliding glass door, I realized that my baby was getting big. And I need to stop being poor me, and take that quiet morning with my baby girl and enjoy every second, before she’s too cool to hang out with me, or to sit with me and talk about the melted snow.

As we sat in silence for a minute. She looks at me and says “Mom. I like you right now. Like that time I was in the tub and told you that your usually sad or mad. Not now. Now your nice and happy. Will you stay this way”

Sigh. I hope so Bagel. I hope the PTSD me, the PPD me, is gone. I will always look over my shoulder, knowing I won’t be the carefree me before kids, but trying to laugh more every day and do what one amazing mom once told me to do.

She said that ALL we need to do in this life is breathe. Just. Breathe. So I breathe.

I said to Bagel, I hope that I can stay this way. And instead of shooing her off to the tv room, so I can sit on the lap top, we finished the morning, with some marker art. She drew me flowers, and said “remember the other day when you showed me how to draw a flower with petals and leaves and the grass?! I did that and look! Just like you showed me”

She drew a lion blue, with orange fur. A map of how to get to bed. A page of hearts for how much she loves me. Her hand traced then rainbow colored in. And a family portrait with names by each of us.

We worked on a foam door hanger of a monkey and then she played with her play-doh ice cream maker. I taught her how to roll the doh in her hands to make a perfect ball. Then she played with her magnet dolls on the mini fridge.

A great morning of fun and some real one on one time. Note to self. Take the time, slow down, and enjoy your baby while she will still have you.

Feisty.

Sunday Soapbox. I strongly dislike children. There I said it.

I will be honest here. I have been wanting to blog on this for a while now, and in an attempt to not insult my children, here I go.

I don't like kids.

No really. I don't.

I was confused about this for some time. Because I LOVED being a kid. SO much I cried on my 18th birthday knowing I was officially an adult. I totally get being a kid still. I am in love with the idea of never growing up. But I just don't like kids themselves.

So I was trying to figure this out, and so I told my mom. And I of coarse started with the whole "well I don't mean to sound rude, or insulting but I really don't like kids. But I have my own? Does that make sense?"

She said yes it does. She said growing up as a kid, that I loved being a kid, doing kid things, but I didn't like other kids at all. I had my friends and that was it. I wasn't out looking for more friends, and I hated others playing with my toys. I never wanted to baby sit. EVER. When I was old enough to get a job I loathed the idea of sitting around with someone elses whiney brats for money. I would rather go bus tables or scrub kennels.

She also said that she didn't like kids either. She said they were annoying to her, and she only baby sat when the kids were old enough to take care of themselves, but still needed someone around.

Makes sense.

So why did she have kids? Same reason I did. I want to have my own people, to carry on my family, and to have someone there for me when I'm old. I think it will be an amazing ride to watch my kids grow, learn and play.

I can't wait to document every damn second they are alive. I am in love with my children, just like everyone else is.

BUT I can only take children in small does. So when Spaghetti works his 3 jobs back to back to back, for 3 days in a row, it's me, myself, and I with two small kids. AND no other adults. I get twichy and stabby, and very short tempered. I NEED my children to take naps or if anything just go in your rooms for a few hours so I can go recollect my thought (or what's left of them) I LOVE night time when they are sleeping, but I love when they are awake too.

Sure I can go to lapsit at the library, or some event with other parents. And I am sure when Bagel starts preschool in the fall it will be a huge growing process for the two of us. Me learning to let go, and her moving on, and making friends of her own (I shudder at the thought of other kids around. Gag.)

We've had ONE playdate, with the neighbors kid. She is about 8 months older then Bagel, and I swear she is wired to be a crazy boy (she does have an older brother and sister) but man that kid will give grey hairs faster then any kid I've seen. She climbs EVERYTHING (thank GOD it was a backyard playdate) BUT to my worst nightmare, the other kids saw me sitting with Bagel and said neighbor girl and so I ended up with a yard full of kids. No shit.

We are counting Bagel, Weaky (at the time just 1 year) said neighbor girl, her sister, brother, and the 3 neighbor kids behind me. HOLY SHIT.

Thankfully the one neighbor girl is about 13 and babysits all these kids, so she was able to run the show help me out.

The mom's quickly (after 10 minutes) noticed that ALL the kids were playing in my yard so they came by to save me. I explained that I didn't mind one kid, and they totally understood, especially with Weaky being so tiny.

I always said I would love to teach H.S. art class. Funny thing is, is most teachers say "OH NO! We love the little kids. The teenagers are horrible" but I explain, I don't like kids. I do however love teenagers.

Alright, alright, say what you want about what I will say in 10 years when Bagel is a teen and is ignoring me, and hates me. BUT I swear I totally bond with teens. They are mini adults who need respect, and I love to watch them grow.

Seriously. They are big enough to feed themselves, clean up after themselves (yes I know they don't though) and they are still moldable. They can still change and grow and learn. But if you take the time to hear their opinions, or listen to what they are saying, I find them facinating.

I will love my children, and each little stage they go through. I love when they are sleeping so I can get my rest, but I miss them so when they are. If I'm dropping them off for a day with my IL's, I get excited for the freedom, but I miss them terribly when I am gone. I tip my hat to teachers of children, day care people and if you do all that AND you teach or care for small kids with handicaps your amazing to me. I just CAN NOT wrap my mind around being around that many children ALL day.

Again. Little doeses. Very little doeses. Like a small playdate, or an hour here or there. I do want to have play dates, but I think I need to know the mom. I can't have those mom's who just expect me to do all the entertaining. Oh HELL no. I just can't handle it. I didn't like kids playing with my toys and so I am sure I will be the same with kids and my kids toys!

So please don't be offended. If you are and if you don't get why I had kids if I don't like them to begin with. It's not as selfish as it sounds. It's a choice I wanted. Not for the sheer glory of having small children to drive me insane, but for the pure sake of family. MY FAMILY. One that I created with Spaghetti.

So enough rambling for now. I do think I will start my Sunday Soapbox's again... starting today... it is Sunday isn't it?

Blogger Boat

I have fallen off the ol' blogger boat, it seems as when I blog less I get more laundry, dishes, and cleaning done. But I love my blogger so, and I don't want to choose between a clean house and me rambling my brains out.

I do have lots of fun things to tell you, like how of all the damn weight loss challenges I joined, I do believe I gained the most weight. Fuck me, not kidding. I do believe I gained 4 pounds! Do I get a prize for that? Doubtful huh...

I've got a bunch of pictures, I know I love to see pictures too. Makes blogs interesting, keeps my attention... so with out any more of my yadda yadda yadda, here we go...

OMG, yes Aunt Aerial came by to see the us. She hasn't seen the kids since January 1st, I talk to her and text her all the time, but it's been forever since we hung out! Here she is with Weaky Man!

Bagel here, with the love of her life. Her Woody doll (from Toy Story if you didn't know) we have 103 days until Toy Story 3 comes out!! (June 18th!) needless to say we are ALL a bit excited. (Weaky now has his own Woody doll, which he likes, but doesn't live eat and breathe with like Bagel)

My mom the Queen, and Dad, Carrots, watched the kids Friday afternoon, so Frances and I could go see... wait for it... Alice in Wonderland! (more later) so here is my boy, whom I had to wake from his nap, he was a dead weight, sleepy grumpy boy. OH but cutter then cute. As long as I had his Fuzzy blanket with us (see right shoulder) he was all good...

And Bagel hid in the laundry room, waiting to go home. Carrots found her, and carried her to the car in these baskets, she got a buzz out of it...

This is my rarely photographed Father-in-law, and Weaky. Said FIL took me to the Irish Store, and I got to pick out sweatshirts for everyone. I even helped him pick out his. The kids got matching dark green ones, that read "South Side Irish" on the front. I actually got one for myself, that also reads "South Side Irish" I wear it in support of my Irish family, and probably ONLY durring the month of March. Otherwise, my strong and loving Italian family may stick me in a pig pen if seen wearing it. (not kidding. My cousins have pigs on their farms, and wouldn't even blink about doing such a thing)


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Then Thursday was a last minute idea, but a great one. my MIL, asked me to go with her and the kids, to the Children's Museum. WE LOVED IT. It was CLEAN, like REALLY CLEAN, and it was well staffed with vollenteers, and the parents watched their kids. AND the price was awesome, Adults $5, kids and seniors $4!! I also talked to the staff about when to, and NOT to go their. Like we got lucky because Thursdays and Fridays are usually field trips (shudder) and early morning is best. She said there is free nights, a few times a month also (I avoid things that are free like that, I am NOT a crowd person to begin with, and a crowd of small children makes me twitch) Alright, onto the pictures!

Weaky and me, making tissue paper art in the art room!

Weaky's first time painting

He painted his face, hair and his mouth (non toxic paints) and some paper too.

Again a rare photo moment, my Mother-in-law (they HATE to get thier pictures taken) here with Weaky playing at one of the train tables.

The Tot Spot was one of my favorites, and Weaky's too. It was for under 2, and he was just perfect for the slide, tunnel, and toys in here.

Bagel, being quite the little painter at home in the art room, went right to playing with the paints

She also found it quite freeing to paint herself a beard...

She sold tickets to her puppet show for me, Gramma and Weaky (think we'd get in free and all right?)

She put on a puppet show, and Weaky amused us on the big stage!

All in all we had a blast. To me it's less "museum" and more of a big preschool. I loved it, the kids loved it, my MIL loved it. So that little ol' punch card the gave us? We will fill up fast.

Manic Mondays. Vanilla, Super Why, and Jon & Kate...

It's been a while, so why not take t he last 3 Mondays in June to do some Manic Monday's...


Do you usually wear perfume/cologne? If so, what's your current favorite?
Yes I do. I love Happy or Happy Heart by Clinique, but my everyday is Vanilla Vanilla by Body Shop


What's the last book you've read that you thought was really good? If you don't have one, what looks promising on your to-be-read list?
Breaking Dawn, and with that you can include, Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse! LOVE them!


Fill in the blank: I wouldn't be caught dead _________.
Pretending to be some one else, just to fit in. I did that once. I realized that you either love me or hate me.

What is the last song that was stuck in your head and how did you get rid of it?
Super Why! Theme song. Still there. Even though Bagel is to young for all the reading, and letters, she still loves the show. It's cute. But I love Word World better.

If you had to say what one thing in your life best represents your freedom, what would it be?
My ability to be a SAHM. I mean sure from my side it's more like prison on days. But that is because I am jealous of all the parents who can drop their kids off at day care, and go stare at a computer for hours, while someone else wipes butts, and deals with ENDLESS whining. But on the other hand I get to be the one to see all the firsts, and what job lets you drink coffee, with your kids while hanging out in the pool? All day?


If you were invited to the White House for dinner tonight, what would you wear from your current wardrobe?
Probably my black $12 strapless Target dress. It goes past my knees, and is very nice. My other two dresses are more Marilyn Monroe-ish. Yah know, tie around the neck, and the clevage-a-showin. Not so White House-ish.

If you joined the circus, what act would you most want to perform?
Barker. Yep. I thought about it. I would like to sell tickets, and yell at people. Fun.

Would you generally be overdressed or underdressed at a party?
Over dressed. Even though I am more casual of a person, Spaghetti and I still dress up more for an event when we don't realize how chillax it will be.


Do you feel that children should be sheltered from unhappiness?
This is interesting. Since I JUST finished watching Jon & Kate plus 8, and it was the "separation" announcement.
I think the children should see as little arguing as possible. I think that you shouldn't pretend to like someone if you don't.
Like today Spaghetti and I just DID not get along. So we don't scream and fight, we just do our thing with the kids, kinda around each other. So no, I don't want to shelter them, because fighting happens, it's real life. But at 3 and 1 they don't need a full dose of reality. Not just yet.


What's something that people do in traffic that really annoys you?
Just one something? Because there is SO many.

Let's discuss traffic. I am a 3rd lane user. The FAR LEFT lane to be exact.

If the speed limit is 65 I will drive approx 73-75 mph. If you FLY up my ass I will NOT move over fast for you. If you are approaching me, and I can get over I will.

Please DO NOT drive in my lane if you are choosing to drive UNDER 70. It makes NO sense. MOVE. OVER.

I am aggressive. IF I need to get over, lets say to turn, and it's a busy day, and I put on my blinker and start moving in. I WILL GET IN. It is not a question. It is what I am doing. MOVE.

Oh and the best one. Merging.

I have always been good about merging early. And by my house the road goes from 4 lanes to 2 lanes. I am in the lane prior to the light. So when we go through the light, I am already where I need to be.

DO NOT. DO NOT attempt to pass me. Sure if your in a mustang and there is NO one in front of me, odds are pretty good that you can pass me. Go to town.

BUT if we are all in a line. And you and your snotty nose Escalade, attempt to do the above "blinker on and move over" move. You can bet your ass, you are NOT getting in. AT ALL.

Yep, you just gave me the finger. And yep, I know you live in McSnobly Subdivision right before mine.



Well now I feel better. Thanks.

Plan when I escape.

A continuation of the last post, I will be escaping to Spaghetti's part time day job at the video store to see him as Santa, dragging the kids out in the ice capades we call home. I think I will slide on over to Jewel and print out and burn some pictures, what else do I do while home on lock down? Take pictures of every breathing moment!

Of coarse I have the cords to upload them here, and the blank disks to burn my own. But my dear 6 year old CPU just won't have it. It sometimes works, and now in the midst of a wintery storm it will not work with me.

I hate blogging with no pictures! Anywho, it will be good for me and the totlets to get out. Wander randomly... I am excited! Not till this afternoon thought! Time for coffee!!

(oh, I should SO wait and go to the store AFTER I take pictures with Spaghetti as the local Santa...)

Happy.

Happy.

About lots of things. I told Spaghetti so today.

I am happy about...

My beautiful daughter. Her amazing energy and spirit.

My handsome and smiley son. I love his curiosity for everything.

My husband. The one who talks, listens, and just is himself no matter what. I want to thing I remind him to just be him around me. The other day he turned on the iPod and we fast danced, laughing and jumping around the pool room. It was amazing. Reminding me of how lucky we are.

My home. The home I work to keep clean, and somewhat organized or on the track to it. That we have made our 2 story, 3 bedroom, 1 1/2 bath, house into a 3 story home, using the whole basement space as a t.v. room and art room. And in the summer we live out on our big deck. (sorry for you west coasters with no basements, it's a tornado thing) I love how it's ours, and what we love to call home.

I am happy with our pets, our 4 fuzzy little people. The make our days and our lives much brighter.

Thanks to good friends who support and enjoy spending time with me. To Aerial who is more of a sister to me, the one person who gets me.

To my parents, sister and Spaghetti's parents. Family is always first with me. You are amazing and supportive to us.

I am not rich, I am not skinny, I am not the brightest candle on the cake. But I am happy with what I have, and who I surround myself with.

With this I am happy.

FYI bout poison.

Did you know that many common house and garden plants could be poisonous to your little one if they are ingested? Since your infant is at an age when he is apt to put anything and everything in his mouth, you may want to consider removing certain plants from your home entirely, or at the very least placing them far out of reach from your exploring baby.

Some poisonous plants include:
Iris
Lily of the Valley
English Ivy
Hyacinth bulbs
Azalea
Daffodil bulbs
Rhododendron
Rhubarb leaves
Tomato plant leaves
Holly and Mistletoe

Though you may have heard that poinsettia is poisonous, holly and mistletoe are the real culprits. Poinsettias are not poisonous, but they can be irritating, so you should still be cautious and keep this plant out of baby's reach.

Thanks to this email I receive, to update and remind us all about our plants!

Questions, questions

I was visiting Kristin over at The Way It Is, and I found this fun bunch of questions... thought I would play...

The Questions:

My proudest moment in parenting was...
When I am holding Spike, and Bagel comes to sit in my lap too. I smile to myself, and am grateful every time that I have the two most amazing and beautiful kids. And that Spaghetti and I made them. Makes me proud.

My most humbling parent moment was...
When postpartum hit me with Spike. It was rough with Bagel, but even harder when I was already taking care of a two year old, but now a new born. And I had to call my MIL for help. I am a VERY strong, supermom, I always say I don't need anyone to help. I can do it myself. I get this bull headed attitude because Spaghetti is working 3 jobs, and when he is around he just gets to visit with the kids for a few minutes some days. So I can't bear to ask him to help me.

As a parent, I'm great at...
Multi-tasking. I can make oatmeal, prep a bottle, make my coffee, and Spaghetti's breakfast to go, all while talking to Aerial on the phone, and ironing clothes at the same time. I got mad skills.

My meltdown-prevention tactic is...
First off, is this prevention for me, or the kids? I really do need meltdown prevention for myself. I usually go hide in the bathroom, or in the summer I go out to the back of the yard and climb up the swing set fort with a magazine. (this only works when Spaghetti is home)

Oh, so if you meant the meltdown prevention was for the kids? Well then, I try to foresee where things are going, if Bagel is whiny, then I know she will be starving soon, and screaming as if she is missing a limb, so I starter the wagering with snacks if we are out. Spike is pretty easy. Clean, fed and rested, are the tactics for him.

My favorite moment of the day is...
7:15 pm. Everyone is in bed, and I am standing in the hallway, finally time to breathe. And I also enjoy the chaotic mornings, it maybe insane around here. But I love all of us together.

I've started_______ a thousand times.
Purging toys and too small clothes!

Mornings are always smoother when...
I have had my coffee.

Hope you enjoyed! Play along if you want!

A big test. I barely passed.

Why am I the bad guy?

Why don't you sleep in bed?

Why do you insist on sleeping in your chair or by the door?

Why do you yell "No! Not!"?

Why do you push me?

Why won't you let me give your brother attention, with out you yelling over me?

Why can't I have an adult conversation with Daddy with out you yelling over me?

Why do you throw yourself at your grandparents, but with me it's like... eh, just mom?

Why can't you be that excited to see me?

Why are you just so damn cute?



Because I'm the mommy, that's why. Because, I have to be the bad guy, since Daddy is always working, and I know for a fact that he would give anything to stay home and help me. But with the mortgage and bills, Daddy has to be gone at 2 jobs, and 3 in the summer. So I get to do everything. (yep, you just joined the Feisty pity party) Cleaning, teaching, feeding, caring, nursing boo boo's, all of it. (that includes cats, dogs too)



Because your the older child, and you need to have all the attention, it's just how we work. I guess your more excited to see your grandparents because you see me all day, every day, so you just get used to me being around.



I just sometimes need to stop and enjoy you, and just remember, that the housework can wait, and I need to just play with you. I feel like I am spending more time yelling, and arguing with you, then I am cuddling and playing with you. (I know that is the grandparents job, is to cuddle and play, and someday I can too with my grandkids. But I get jealous that they can drop everything and just play for a few days)



I want to just spend some time with your brother, just to play and watch him grow, but you only give me a few minutes with him and your yelling for me. It drives me insane!

Last night was a hard night for me. It's rare that my life makes me cry with frustration. You would not go to bed, you slept behind your door, and kicked the door, constantly. Your banging drove me to tears, so I called Spaghetti at work, I must have been to loud on the phone, and Spike woke up screaming, it was 11:15 at night. All I wanted to do was sleep.

After numerous attempt to put you back into bed, spray the monster spray, check for boogie men, and tuck you in. Only to have you bolt from your bed, right back to the door, kicking again.
I went to Spikes room to try and rock him back to sleep, but he was not having it.

Like I said, it's rare that the two of you can bring me to such frustration that I just run away crying. But coming down with a cold, and my jaw still is sore from the dentist on Monday, I took 2 pillows, my blanket and went down and slept in the basement t.v. room with the dogs till 4 am.

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This morning all is good in the hood. Kids are happy. I had a talk with Bagel, asking her why she doesn't like her bed. What she likes about the corner by the door. (she has a night light, a flash light, her crib ocean wonders, and a white noise machine)

So I made her blankets into a quick tent this morning. And invited Bagel to come in with me. She loved it. I explained that I didn't like the dark, I sleep with my closet light on, and my head is always covered (yup, 30 and still doin' it) I then remembered that when I was a kid, and a teenager, I had one of those bed tents... soooo, I am thinking after I drop off the tots at Gramma and Grampa Mc's house today, I will be going to target to pick out a lovely bed tent!

And that is my last 12 hours. Oh and I woke up with a sore throat that makes gargling shards of glass sound fun. Super.

Smocks and Scissors

These are two of my favorite things, that make my life as a mom just a bit easier.



First off we have the IKEA smocks, mine are blue and green and cute (the images online were not so cute) either way these are a life saver. Yes I know that regular bibs are great, but these are long, so they cover a good amount of the kid, and the long sleeves make it great for the kid who randomly feeds there sleeves. (2 for approx $3.99)



Scissors. Who doesn't love scissors? Well I am a crafty type of person, so yes I have every kind of scissor, special paper scissors, material only scissors, craft scissors, sharp dangerous snips, oh and snips with adhesive resistant on them, sewing snips, kitchen scissors, yard scissors (nothing fancy, just ones dedicated to the yard) and then there is the zillion other pairs of just regular scissors, for everything else.

I just read that one mom carries her scissors with her when she leaves the house, this is a great idea! So you ask, what do I do with my scissors besides cut paper? How is this handy to the rearing of my children? Well it cuts better and faster then a fork and knife... fish sticks, chicken tenders, hamburger, hot dogs, pizza, yep, its my form of fork and knife. Its fast, and when tots are whining for food like I haven't feed them in days, you will be happy to whip out your scissors and chop up a meal faster then... well fork and knife fast!

Hope you enjoyed this tip for the day!

Snorting coffee because of the Funhouse

Yikes! Looks like everyone on my blogroll has been bloggy lately! Lot's of catching up to do. Coffee is going down good, cept when I was reading the Secret is in the Sauce's featured blogger today, and I laugh, and it kinda goes up my nose, that hurts. But funny blog makes it all worth it.

OMG, this blog, Funhouse, is really to cute! She is now added to my blog roll (idea... when I add a new blog to my blogroll I will tell you about it.) Anywho, go check her out, with her 5 kids, and pets and art stuff (yikes that's a hand full! Too cool that she can fit art in there too!!) but I have to say that Clown is creepy!!

Well I am off to hop on over to my other blog "Where do I begin?" and post there. I am busy, and well caffeinated! Time to make the donuts!

Ok no donuts, but I do have babies to feed, and art projects to pursue!

(possible vent later today on my big scrapbook weekend being double booked... stay tuned)

Mitzi, Target and the Queen

Coffee
now
Get myself ready to go for the day.
soon
Kids. Up, fed, and happy.
after
Get Spaghetti up and ready to go.
9:15 am
Go to meet "Mitzi" at Church for Baptism run through.
10:00 am
Run to Target to Christmas shop for kids, and family.
after
Be home to let the Queen leave, thank her for watching my tots.
1 ish

Are you chewing on my hair?

The battle for mommy continues.

When I play with Spike, Bagel whines. When I play with Bagel, Spike cries.

(Bagel and Spike playing nice... at the moment)

When I sit by Ding. Dong give me that look. When I play with Dong, Ding comes over sits on my lap (all 60 lbs) and pushed Ding away.

(Ding in the back, Dong right up front, at Queen and Carrots big ass yard)

And normally Thing 1 and Thing 2 don't fight over me. But now that Thing 3 is staying with us for the week, she thinks that I am hers. Well Thing 1 has some news for her. At this moment, as I type this, Thing 3 is sitting between me and the keyboard.

(Lucy in the sun)

And thing one is sitting on the back of my chair, chewing on my hair. Thing 2 is confident that I love her, and is claiming the cat tower.

(Thing 1 in the grey fur suit, and Thing 2 in the stripped tiger suit)

I feel the love here. What better then to be needed by so many creatures at once? And Spaghetti wonders why I need to run away some days. (Usually to scrapbook those I just ran away from!) No really as insane as it gets around her, I really love all the furry and not so furry children I have, that fight for me. I know I have 2 children, but I am the proud mom of 6 (7 this week)

Love you all, Mommy.

I do it best.

"Procrastination is a lot like Masturbation. It seems like a great idea in the beginning, but in the end your just fucking yourself" (unknown author)

Yes readers, check the blog post time. About 10 till 4... AM, yes folks this is procrastination at it's best, I am amazing. I again find it necessary to wait until until the late night before my Halloween Bonanza Stamp Camp to start, yes start any projects. (Now that I am all done creating) We are making an awesome Halloween card (yes I will post pictures...) a very easy 12x12 scrapbook page, and taking a plastic pencil box, and making it into a mini scrapbook! To freakin cute. Class is $25, that includes $10 for the Ghostly Greetings Designer Series Paper, and $10 for the Creepy Crawly Halloween Rub-ons. So that leaves me $5 for class. Not to shabby for what ya get.

In economical times like these I am just excited that people still love to come and scrapbooks, and make cards! Yipiee! So I should go to bed now, since it it just about 4 am, and the children will be up in a few hours... sleep is so over rated. Now I just have all day tomorrow to decorate (Halloween party ya know) figure out my costume, make food, wrap up door prize, oh make hand made gifts for those dressing up, all while my children run under my feet... just like fucking yourself...

A priceless hot date

Eh, I am up. I know, Spaghetti had to work, and had no ironed clothes. Boo, so I went to sleep at 8 am, and up at noon. Ugh.

So needless to say, I am a bit sleepy, but I am up for the day now. I am excited to say that since Spaghetti is at work, till 7 pm, and the kidlets are away till tomorrow.

I am free. Free from being a responsible human to everyone else. I have a me day. An unplanned afternoon of a haircut, and with inspiration from my Worm Meme, I am going to the bookstore, to veg and just enjoy myself.

Come home, maybe take Ding and Dong for a walk, I would like to say I would have the energy to go down and scrap some more. But we will see.

I talked to my mom, and I was sad that it was a nice day, because I wanted to just veg out in my art room. But when its a beautiful day, and probably one of the last of the year. I think I should at least see the sun for minute...

So those are the plans. A hot date with me, myself and I. I know, it's priceless.

Worst Mom Award goes to...

My neighbor. Yes I know you should talk badly about other mothers, it's how they choose to raise there kids... blah blah blah... I have been wanting to discuss Across the Street Mom for some time now.

She seems very nice. But her parenting skills are not, well what I would do. Or most moms for that matter if they cared about the safety of there children. Want some examples? I would take pictures, but it's kinda creepy if the neighbor is taking pictures of kids from inside her house (not like she would notice)

I just finished opening the front curtains, tied them back to see Across the Street Kid in the middle of the street with a huge sweep broom (the garage kind) sweeping the leaves into the street. Um... I don't live on a very busy street, but as some know it curves, and it's easy to have a blind spot here and there.

Oh I forgot to mention, Across the Street Mom is 42, Husband is whatever age (he's nice to look at though) Daughter from previous marriage is 18, and son is 4.

Now from what I just read in my Family F*un magazine kids really don't get the idea of crossing the street until they are 10 years old. So I am guessing playing in the street is out of the equation?

Here are some more prime examples of what not to do...

She does whatever she does inside her house, to ignore the fact that her son is NEVER in her yard. He is always wandering the street, oh and 4 houses down is a pond. (she often finds him throwing rocks in) and that is just about 200 feet from a major road in town.

Too many times I have seen her go out looking for him. Asking neighbors if they have seen him... um, yeah... and the Driveway Neighbor a few doors down, sadly gets stuck with him ALL THE TIME! She has her kids outside, and so Across the Street Kid goes there to play. EVERY DAY.

He dodges in and out from between the cars parked on the street, plays by himself in the street, goes for walks on his own. It's just not right.

Yes I know, it's not my kid, or my business. But I wanted to blog about this for the longest time. I get freaked out if I am in the garage with Mia, and she goes by the front porch, I mean you can't trust ANYONE (hello, can we say new blog?!?)

So maybe I will chalk it up to she moved her 2 years ago from a very small town, this too is a small town but we live in suburbia, so houses are close, and we shit. Don't trust anyone, people. I fear for the day her kid ends up kidnapped or in the pond. Maybe a leash or a harness system... maybe an electric fence...


The Boss.