My OCD letter to you

Spaghetti worked night shift at the casino from November 2005 until June of 2009. It was 4 1/2 years. LONG years.

He started night shift right when I was pregnant with Bagel, his shift starting at 10 pm, and ending at 6 am. It wasn't a horrible shift to say, for the fact that we could still attend events, get togethers, whatever. He just got alot less sleep then everyone else.

Spaghetti and I worked things out, so he worked the Casino at night, and picked up the Video store durring the day. Durring the baseball season, he works at Wrigley Field in Chicago. All this so I could stay home with Bagel.

Soon after Bagel we decided to try for Weaky, very lucky to get pregnant so fast we had two kids, 22 months apart (to some that is INSANLY close in age, but for others they fit three kids in that time span!)

April through September is Baseball season, in which Spaghetti was gone a good part of the time, the bit he was home, he was passed out from exhaustion.

I always was good with being OCD on door locks. Car doors, house doors, even bedroom doors. But when Spagehtti started to work nights I went into major OCD, but when he had the combination of Wrigley, nights at the Casino and the other few hours a week at the Video store, I became officially OCD on door locks.

Toss in two small kids. And I became a full fledged freak. Now I've never been diagnosed with OCDness but I may fall into some sort of catagory.

I thought my OCD craziness was going away. Since it has been 6 months of Spaghetti on his wonderful day shift. Ah 6 am is a bit early but 2 pm is SO nice to have him home. And knowing that no matter the jobs he works he would be home with me at night.

Until tonight. Kind of random, but he hasn't closed the Video store (which is open till midnight!) in those 6 months. And so I am tired, and I have come to realize that I have found lots of mindless things to do to keep myself away at almost 12 am!

I am exhaused but I have gotten up twice to check the doors. And again now to check the windows. I have been SO spoiled by Spaghetti being home by my side each night for these past 6 months that I forgot how OCD I get over the safety of myself and the kids.

I checked the back door, the lock the bar in the door. I checked the kitchen and pool room windows. I checked the front room, front door and screen door. I locked the inside garage door and then after locking it all up. I unlock it and look back into the garage to make sure the garage door is down. Then relock everything again.

Hope Spaghetti will be home soon, it's almost midnight, and my typing is driving me nuts. I am typing most the wrods like that. WORDS. I'm pooped, maybe if I watch t.v. in bed.

Good night blog land.

Feisty

F You Friday! *2

F You Friday is here again, this would be my second "F You Friday" post. I find it quite therapeutic! Join in!

F you to my hair.
Sigh, short pixie cut was super, and cute, and fit me. BUT I miss my longer hair, and this growing out part really blows. When Spaghetti mentions something of a mullet on my head, I tear up and flash back to the 6th grade... shudder... (yes I F you'd my hair last week)

F you to the clutter.
Gah! You drive me insane. But cabinet by cabinet, and drawer by drawer, I am purging like Peter Walsh would want me too! (It's all to much!)

F you to my nap schedule.
I have yet to get it down pat. Where both the 2 1/2 year old AND the 9 month old are asleep for at least one nap at the same time.

Some days I can get it.

Most I can not, and I am either with both kids, or with at least one.
Don't get me wrong, I do love my kids. But from 7 am till 2 p.m. is seven hours with kids. Then if I don't get them both down at 2 (Bagel's only nap, and Weaky's second) then at 7 pm we are looking at a grand total of 12 hour with two kids.

And seriously that is just WAY to much fun for me. Maybe if I had more then just the house. Like use of my yard or a park or ANYWHERE. But since my yard is still covered in over a foot of snow, Bagel is petrified of snow, and I am NOT bundling up a 9 month old for the sake of snow. AND it's just WAY to effing cold out to go anywhere.

SO naps are crucial. I am a bitter, impatient mom around dinner and NO FUN. I repeat, run to your father children. I am DONE by this time of day if naps don't overlap. And after everyone is finally in bed. I am to zonked to do anything productive. Reality t.v. here I come!



Not to many F you's this week. Come back next week to play again!

Saturdays Secret. The sleeping Burrito

I know, I know, I skipped a bunch of Saturdays, but with the whole family, kids, pets, house, business things I got goin' on. I get a break.



Anywho, here it is, my "Saturday Secret" post...



I sleep with my head covered.



Kinda different, I can't sleep. Maybe if I am to the point of sheer exhaustion, or passed out drunk (hasn't happened yet, but the day is young) if not my whole head, then at least up to my ears.



Something about my head being exposed. I would rather be wrapped up like a little burrito, I guess that may go back to this Saturday's Secret and probably explain the whole deal.

Even if I am in a car, or just resting, I will cover my ears to sleep. Bizarre I know.

I remember when I was a kid, I stayed at my friends house, Anita (yes that Anita from 1985) and it was hot so we were supposed to sleep with no blanket. Well I had never NOT slept with out a blanket, even when it's crazy hot, I slept with a sheet over my head.

I tossed and turned that whole night. Frightened that I was going to get sucked into space!

I also like my feet covered, but I would take my head over my feet, just give me some sock then...

Bagel's new bed, or lack there of

I have realized that Bagel likes to sleep anywhere but her bed. Always on the floor, depending on the mood. Most of the time it is right behind her bedroom door.

Now for the longest time, this would enrage me. Yes that is a strong word, but I was just furious that she couldn't just sleep in her bed. She has a nice bed, not to high, the box with the drawers underneath, and a book case behind.

So after months of Bagel leaving her bed, minutes after I put her in it, and curling up behind her door, I should explain, her room is a regular squarish size room, 14x16 pretty big for a tot. But the doorway, is kinda at an angle... no not on a angle... um... ok, like if you were to walk in straight you have about 3 feet, and then there is a wall. You have to turn to go into her room, and there is kinda a mini hall to her room. She love to sleep there. So I caved.

Funny thing is I hated, and I still do hate, sleeping in a wide open space. Unless my head is covered. So she doesn't like to sleep in the big room, but in the little space. Hmmm... lot like her mommy. I tried looking at Target for one of those tent beds, but I can only find the most gigantious tents for her room. I need to find her one, or the Cabbage Patch doll one I had as a kid, I know my mom gave it to me... maybe the attic?

Either way, after realizing today, after months, that she is doing just what I would do. I set her up with her big fat comfy new comforter that Aunt Frances got her for her Baptism, and her big fat feather pillow, with flannel cover. ALL the babies should could find, and of coarse her Glow Worm right next to her.

It's hard for me I have to be SO QUIET Because her door, and our door, share a corner. So Spaghetti and I are in discussion as to where we are moving Bagels bed, and where can we find a tent bed. Until then, camp Bagel will be set up in the corner!

And as she says to me each night "Snug, as a bug, in a rug, Mommy" then lots of whispering about how much she loves me, and that I am beautiful, but before I run for the nearest mommy pageant, I am told that "Daddy, and Spike, and Ding, and Dong, and Thing 1, and Thing 2, and Bagel are all so pretty too. OH and so is Gow worm, and Sara (my old Cabbage Patch doll) and Jammer, and Bert, and Ernie" thanks kid...

This is going to give me diarrhea...

yeah... it's 2:27 am... yeah, Bagel is just laying down... ummmm.... the schedule was kinda effed up today.

All up at 7 am

Nap at 3 pm (way late! Usually 1!)

Spike slept until 9 pm, just got Spaghetti ready for work... so I was up with him,

Fell asleep in Spikes rocker with him, till 11 pm, I was woken by Bagel calling me...

I was exhausted, so I set up myself and Bagel in the front t.v. room, I crashed on the couch...

Being woken for probably the zillionth time by "Appuu, Appuu, Mommy!! So I dragged my ass of the couch at 1:45 am and cut us up an apple to eat.

Called Spaghetti at work, Bagel wanted to tell him this... "Hi Daddy, Mommy's change my butt, then I go sweep. I got a treat (witch doll), and a cactus (cactus doll) oh and my monkey (monkey pillow) ok now, night Daddy" stares at phone, then makes ticky noise (she's tired)

Too cute, that was all one big sentence. Spaghetti said it made his night. Since the economy is in the hole, the casino business at 2 in the morning is a bit like watching paint dry.

So I of coarse notice that after 2 am here in the Central Time Zone, I can roll call for The Secret is in the Sauce!

Well, here's hopin' the tots sleep in. But it's highly doubtful, I have the coffee pot set to go at 8:45 and that is hoping we sleep in...

goo-night.

(Note to Maternal Mirth. You Heart Dong, and yes she still asks about the nice crazy lady who played ball at 2 am on the frosty deck, that by they way has snow on it.)

(and I am finishing this blog at 2:44 am, and Bagel is up crying... this is not fun. Not that any of you think it is... but... just so yaknow... I am going to go kennel the dogs, lock up, or go OCD and recheck the locks for the 30th time tonight, and hope that Bagel passes out before I come back up... well if I can't sleep there is always Breaking Dawn... over half way through it. LOVE IT! Can't wait till, Saturday at noon! My date with Frances, Aerial and Aerial's sister Lu... now I am babbling... blah, blah, blah... yeah, yeah, goo night again...)

(oh and if I don't sleep soon, the water I drank, and the jacked up schedule with make me get diarrhea... stupid I know... but nothing like falling asleep on the cold porcelain with a good book, and ring around the butt, just too fart a bunch... ya know...)

(must leave, computer, giving TMI...)