Monday, March 31, 2008
I have been looking into taking a trip in 6 months to Portland Oregon. I have decided that I would like to try my hand at walking a marathon. Now call me crazy if you like, but I think it might actually be fun. I think I have convinced my husband to take the trip with me, even though he refuses to do the marathon with me. But that's fine with me. If we can steal some time away from the kids to be alone it would be a great trip no matter what we are doing. Walking the marathon shouldn't be too big a deal for me. I walk at least 7 to 8 miles a day on my job anyways. I know I would have to train for it, which means I might actually lose some weight also. And I would have some time alone. Bonus points for me. Now with that said, I guess I will be looking for helpful hints from anyone that has ever walked a marathon before. Just drop me an email and give me all the hints you can. Till tomorrow, Good night!!!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
I spent most of the day cleaning up this pigsty that we call home. Unfortunately I was unable to motivate the girls to clean their room. It is so bad in there it should be declared a disaster area, and we should qualify for funding. I manage to keep my nephews room somewhat clean, mainly because his room is connected to mine. So his room is the fist thing I see when I leave my room in the morning. Although somedays I have to use a cattle prod to motivate him.
It's almost the start of the new week. And I am so looking forward to it. I only have to work two days this week and then I am on a mini vacation. If you can call it that. I will still have to work around the house, but at least I will be able to work at my own pace.
It is the end of the day and it's quiet once again. Time to let go of some of that negative energy of the day. And Time to Exhale. A good night to all
Friday, March 28, 2008
Like I said my day started out fine, I woke up before everyone else, relaxed in bed with a cup of coffee, and got some work done on the computer. Then we had three doctor appointments. The appointments were at noon. And as usual the doctor didn't get see us until after 1 p.m. This would have bothered most people, but I took advantage of the time to catch up on some reading. When the doctor did come in to see us, she kept getting interrupted by phone calls. So, what should have taken less than 1 hour has now stretched out to over 2 hours. And I still have other errands to run. So after completing all of my errands, I returned home to chaos. The house was a mess and the children were running around like wild animals. This is where the irritation begins. Because now I have to reign in out of control kids. You rally the children round the kitchen table, and dole out marching orders. Everyone is given fair warning that work that is not completed will merit everyone a swift and fair punishment. This is usually the reminder that I am not in the mood to play games. And as usual my oldest son, at 18, is acting like a 4 yr old. This is what I had to deal with all day long.
So, here it is almost 1:30 a.m. and I am listening to my daughter screaming at the top of her lungs again. All because she can't sleep in mom and dads bed. I pray that one day soon she will grow out of this phase of her life. Tomorrow my extra 2 children return to their homes to annoy their own parents. And as the routine usually goes, I will tough it out to live through yet another day.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
One of my favorite pictures of my daughter. She was given a Hannah Montana wig for Christmas along with some clothes for dress up. She wore that wig until it wore out and was shedding hair.
When I snapped this picture, my husband was in the hospital with pneumonia, and I was at home with all of the kids by myself. I was slowly losing my mind. My mind was struggling to unwind from another long day at work. And as I was sitting in my room preparing for the next day, in walked my daughter with the wig on. She looked so cute and grown up. I just couldn't help but laugh. I grabbed my phone and snapped the picture. It was one of those moments that are hard to repeat.
I am very fond of moments like this. It reminds me that life is too short to not find something to smile about everyday. So, take the time today to smile, and enjoy the little things in life.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
The conversation started out as a simple discussion about the possibility of my husband going to a midnight shift. I am against it, and he thinks it will be good for us. Next thing I knew we were dredging up all of the other nasty buried issues. Now, I don't like to have these kinds of arguments at home arouund the kids, so we went for a drive. That way the kids don't have to hear all of our dirty laundry. And I am glad we did. It's amazing that we worked through it, when you consider the horribly nasty things that were said.
Well all of my children are at home now, and they brought 2 cousins with them. So for the next several days, I am mom to 9 kids. Do you think I should be considered crazy? I DO!!! Keep me in your thoughts and pray for my sanity.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
This is both entertaining and frustrating at the same time. Perhaps that is why I end up washing what seems like 30 loads of laundry a week. At least she is able to put together an outfit and make it work. Perhaps instead of calling her a diva in training I should be calling her the next top model.
When I came home last night, my 2 yr old was back home, and my 4 yr old is sick and wheezing. But they were in rare form. They were supposed to be lying down on the couch watching tv. But, as usual they were doing anything but. It started when my baby girl kept stealing her brothers blanket....even though she had her own. So, now my son is screaming and she is screaming to be heard over him. And I am trying to keep the peace. That is my job in my home, I am the peacekeeper. I talk soft, but I carry a big stick. I can command attention just by raising my to be heard over the screams. It is amazing how quickly a child will be quiet and still when you remind them that their bedroom is just footsteps away. We gave them a few hours to settle in before sending them off to bed. And that once again is where the fun starts.
My son, since he is sick just went to bed. My daughter is a different story. She will not sleep in a bed alone. And, I remember ging through the same thing with her brother when he was the same age. You can put her in bed a million times and she just screams like your trying to kill her. Then she jumps out of bed and runs into my room and hops ino my bed. This goes on for what seems like forever. Or until I put her out and lock the door. Well, I kicked her out last night, and she did her usual thing of standing at my door and screaming at the top of her lungs. This behavior does not bother me, but my husband is a different story. When he came out of the bathroom he unlocked the door, and in came my daughter running at full speed. She smiled and looked at me as if to say "HA! My daddy does everything I want him to do." So, thanks to my husband I was elbowed in the face, had feet stuck in my back, and the inability to be up close and personal with my husband. Nothing is worse.
Well maybe today I can get her to go to sleep before we do. But I do need to remember to remind the babysitter not to let my daughter take a nap.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
So, what do you do with so much quiet time? You lie in bed and take advantage of it. I decided no laundry, dishes, or vacuuminng tonight. It all can wait until tomorrow. And it is so rare for me to have that opportunity. Lord only knows when it will come again.
Now after all the quiet time I am sooo sleepy. I guess it's time to turn off the lights, make one last round to tuck in children, kiss the husband, rol over and go to sleep.
Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite!!!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
We won't ba able to tackle any of it this weekend since it is snowing, and I have to take everything out of the garage and put it in the driveway. So it will just have to wait for next weekend. So, to occupy my time this morning and to get some alone time, since everyone is home for spring break, I went window shopping. This is where I go into clothing stores, wander aimlessly looking for cute outfits, only to be mortified when I put them on and discover that I am no longer a cute size 12, but, a very large size 18. Now I know most people are saying an 18 isn't that bad, well I beg to differ it is to me. Because I realized that my husband and I wear the same size uniform pants. Now how did that happen? When did my body turn into my mothers body? YUCK!!! I guess it's time to get off of my big butt, and do something about it. I am watching what I eat and trying hard to walk a couple of miles each day. So, with any luck by June, I will be smaller than my husband, and maybe I might be able to wear some cute outfits again
So, off to the kitchen I go.......in the hopes that I might find something in my refrigerator that won't make me blow up like a balloon.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Well this morning I was reminded why I do not want anymore children. My day started off as usual. My niece brought the baby into my room at 6 a.m. and left the room. And of course the baby promptly started to cry. So, I had to get out of my nice warm, cozy bed and stumble down the hallway to the kitchen for a bottle, warm the bottle, and stumble back down the hallway to a now screaming baby. I picked her up, laid her on my bed, and inserted the bottle into her mouth hoping to quiet the screams. Which of course it did not. And as all parents know, you go to the next logical thing......the diaper. While still half asleep I prepared to change the baby. And much to my noses suprise, it was not just a wet diaper. At which I promptly started to gag. After many baby wipes and wretching my dinner from last night, I hoped that this would quiet the howling baby. But, once again, to no avail the crying continued. Now it's on to holding the baby on my chest, and once again no luck. So at 8 a.m. I resorted to my last resort.....Wake my husband from his ever so sweet slumber. I seem to remember mumbling something about "It's your turn now", as I stormed out of the room to lay on the living room couch for a half hour. I seem to remember a very puzzled look on my husbands face as I left the room.
As we prepared to leave for work I was still stumbling along. So, with one foot still firmly planted in dream land and the other in the world of the well rested. I longed all day long for just a short nap, but that is not happening. And now it's the end of my work day at my job. But I still have to go home and fulfill my parental duties. Somedays I swear I am living someone else's life. And I hope that this is all just a bad dream and I will wake to find I lead a normal life with three kids, a wonderful husband, a great career, and a perfect life........Ya Right!! Keep on dreaming girlfriend.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I am a sucker for pictures of sunsets and sunrises. The vibrant colors almost look like God took a paint brush, and dipped it into a bucket of paint, and just wiped it across the sky.
I was on a trip away from home a few years ago. I had drove 3 hours north to visit my oldest son at a boy scout camp. I spent a wonderful night with him, and slept at the camp. The next day we spent a lazy day, floating down the river in a canoe. And laughing as the sky opened up a deluge of rain on us, and then suddenly stopped. Just in time to accidentally take a dip in the river when we tipped the canoe over. We laughed and had a great time. I hated to go home. My husband was traveling with his job at the time, and I was at home alone with 2 children under the age of 5. I was working full time at my job, and then taking care of my kids and my home. I was slowly losing my mind. And this trip was just what I needed to recharge my batteries. So, I left my children with grandma, loaded up my truck and hit the road. I was at peace, and very relaxed. So needless to say I really did not want to go home. And as I started the drive home, I looked to the west, and caught a glimpse of the setting sun. And I thought it was just so beautiful. I couldn't resist stopping and capturing this photo. And every now and then, when I need to recharge, I pull up my favorite pictures and remember what sanity feels like.
Good night to all.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Mustard 1/2 to 1 cup
1 whole chicken cut into pieces
open pit bbq sauce
Mix enough hot sauce into the mustard to turn it a pinkish color.
Spread this onto the mustard preheat oven to 350. Bake chicken for 1 hour.
Remove from oven and let cool. Take BBQ sauce and add the remaining seasonings to taste. You can also add another dash or two of hot sauce if you like. Pour this sauce mixture over chicken and add the onions. Bake again for another 45 minutes to an hour. Remove from oven and serve with favorite vegetable and a rice pilaf.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
O.k. call me crazy, but is she out of her mind? There is no way I would even consider this request. She apparently thinks that I am naive to what teenagers do when alone together. I should know, I was one of them. And I also thought that my parents were oblivious to my partying. And they never did catch me. But, I am wise to the game now.
I did not hesitate to say NO!!! We did discuss other options, like a pool party. She of course rolled her eyes and walked away. And I think I heard her mumble something about how unfair life is. And life has been so unfair to her since she moved in with us. When she was with her mom and dad, they were so caught up in their addictions and drug dealings to even know anything about what their kids were doing. But in my house it's the opposite. I do care. I ask lots and lots of questions, and poke my nose in to all of their business. But, that is what being a parent is all about.....Right? We are supposed to be involved in our childrens lives, know their friends, know where they are, and what they are doing. Well, I guess life goes on and my niece will get over it. Just another of lifes trials to endure. They say what doesn't kill you, will make you stronger. I sure hope they are right.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
My husband and I were talking this evening. And we were trying to come up with some solid work at home businesses. I would like to one day to quit my job. And become a stay at home mom. That almost seems like a pipe dream. But I know there are people that are making money everyday by working at home. I would be curious to know if anyone makes money off of their blog. Still looking into that myself. If anyone reads this and has some solid ideas, that don't require alot of time. Drop me a line and I will consider it.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Three months ago I was going through a very difficult time in my life. I was having the I am turning 40 blues. And I was still struggling to adapt to having 7 children. I felt horrible about myself, felt left out, and needed some change in my life. So what did I do? I changed my hair. And not a haircut, no not me. I had to change my hair color.
At the time I had long dark blond hair. My husband was gone for the day so I seized the opportunity and dove in with both feet. I took my 15 yr old niece with me to the store to purchase the color. I couldn't decide if I wanted to go lighter or darker. I threw caution to the wind and chose the darker color. Anxious for the feel good hormones to kick in, I decided to do it that night. I waited patiently for the time to rinse the coloring out so I could see the results. And I was not prepared for what I was about to see. My hair was goth black. You know, that kind of black that looks blueish. OH MY LORD !!!! What did I do.
Now I am mortified. Too late to change it now. I had to brace myself for my husbands reaction. And the reaction of my co- workers when I returned to work the next day. So I waited for my husband to return. When he finally came home he walked into our bedroom and had to do a double take. He thought I was a stranger at first. He had that look of confusion on his face. Not sure what to say, he asked me " did you do something different to your hair?" And my quick, sarcastic response was " No, your seeing things. Nothing is different. And then I laughed." I have to admit he was unsure what to think at first. But he liked it. And I started to like it also.
Well here it is 3 months later, and spring is right around the corner. And I am hating my hair again. So, in my infinite wisdom, I once again got the bright idea to change my color. And since I am too cheap and too broke to go to a salon, I bought the do it your self kit. I figured I wouldn't have any issues changing back to a lighter color since it has been 3 months. Boy was I wrong again. You wouldn't believe what I have now. Black hair on the ends that is somewhat lighter than it was. And reddish blonde hair on top. I think it looks horrible. My son shook his head in disbelief. And my husband, being the supportive man he is, said I like it. Of course he was sitting in a dark room at the time. So he hasn't seen the full effect yet. And the best part is, we are going to a 20th anniversary dinner for a friend of ours tomorrow night. I almost feel like shaving my head. At least it would be all one color.
So, what lessons have I learned from this.
1. Never trust someone else to pick out a haircolor for you.
2. Wait at least 24 to 48 hours before making rash decisions about changing your hair color. This will allow you time for your hormones to change again. And maybe you will decide to find another outlet for your hormonal overloads.
3. And last but not least, don't ever use the do it your self kit again.
Will I actually take my own suggestions......probably not.
Spring also means that I can kick the kids outside. We have a serious case of cabin fever here. The kids are driving me nuts. And, there is nothing worse than 9 people in one house trying to find space to have privacy, when everywhere you turn there is a person. Spring also means, nights at the drive- in ( yes, they still do exist, and I love them,) dinner on the deck, and spending lazy days at the park, the wave pool, gardening, and long walks through my neighborhood with the youngest kids in a stroller.
Hurry up spring and get here please. I need to reclaim my house from the kids and get my sanity back.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I find that the laughter is almost crucial. When you walk into a room and find your 4 yr old son is swinging on a makeshift swing, you just have to laugh. Of course, you think about the possibiity that your child could fall, and do major damage to the floor with their head. And you promptly remind them, that tying a rope between the bunkbeds and swinging on it is not the best thing to do. But you just have to find the humor in it, lest you lose your mind. And that is just typical in my home.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Well, I have come up with a solution. Since we get paid every 2 weeks, I am going to work our budget around that. That means everything will be divided in half. Unfortunately it won't work for everything. But almost every bill that we have to pay every month can be divided up and paid that way.
So, I drafted up a contract, that I will be presenting to my husband tonight when he gets home. Hopefully, he will be receptive to the plan. I know he might moan and groan a little bit, especially since it means that we will both have an allowance now. No more free reign with the debit cards. That means, I have to do the painful thing and ask him to surrender his card. And I have to do the same.
I do hope this plan works. Lord knows that money is getting tighter and tighter for everyone in our country. It seems like everyday it gets worse. But, with a little planning and a little praying we will get through it. If people survived the last recession and the Great Depression, we can survive this crunch.
Monday, March 10, 2008
The older children are helping my husband cook foor for tomorrow. Of course their favorite, FRIED CHICKEN. YUCK!!!!! Nothing like a greasy food on my queasy somach. Hopefully my husband will bake some of it for me. He is a good cook, when he wants to actually get off of his hiney and cook. Although we have some very different tastes in food.
Hopefully, I will be up and running tomorrow. But, for now it is time for me to turn in.
Good night to all, and to all a good night.
I imagine, a lot of people are wondering why I do not get up at 5 a.m., to get my wonderful children off to school with a kiss on the cheek and a hot meal in their tummies. Why? Because I am not June Cleaver. I don't portray myself to be something I am not. I need my sleep. Reason being is, I don't get home from work until after 11 p.m. And like most humans I can not go straight to bed and fall fast asleep in a heartbeat. I need time to unwind. And in my house that means washing laundry, cooking and cleaning and fixing a late night snack for my husband. So, I usually don't get to bed until after 2 a.m. And that my friends is why I don't get up at 5 a.m.
But, on the bright side, there is no school tomorrow. All of the kids will be home, so I hopefully get more than 2 hours of sleep. Wish me luck.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Last night was so peaceful in my house. I almost didn't know what to do with myself. I did enjoy spending time with my husband. And then I locked myself away in my room to enjoy some quiet time for myself.
Well, I will have to continue my post for today when I get home from work. Hopefully today will be a very quiet day at work.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Yesterday I had he most frustrating argument with my nephew. He is 14, and obsessed with wearing his pants around his knees so his rearend shows. I am constantly reminding him to pull his pants up. I am only forty, but there are some things I am set in my ways about. And one of those things is that clothing should be fitted in a manner so that your rear end isn't hanging out. And yes this rule does apply to girls also. Well, I reminded him for the millionth time last night, to pull his pants up. Only to be told he shouldn't have to because it's a fashion statement. Correct me if I am wrong, but a fashion statement is a cutting edge haircut, or a stylish clothing article. NOT, showing your posterior to the world. So, I get the feeling that for the next 4 or five years I will be reminding him all day to pull up his pants.
On the lighter side, my husband and I are planning on a very quiet evening tonight. A bottle of sparkling apple juice, (neither of us drinks), a video and a soothing massage for the both of us. I can't wait. I have been needing a rubdown for some time now. I can't think of a better way to end my day.
Friday, March 7, 2008
So here it is friday, the washer is running, the kids are bouncing off the walls, and I am preparing to cook dinner. I am still debating whether to have tacos or sloppy joes for dinner. Both equally easy to prepare, and meals loaded with fat. But mmmm they taste so good. And at this point in time, those are my only requirements, easy to prepare and tasty.
Tomorrow is going to be heaven in my home. All of the children but one, will be gone overnight for a birthday party at their cousins house. So that means tomorrow night my husband and I will be able to sneak out to the dollar show. To be followed hopefully, by some romantic interlude. Hmmm sounds great. I can't wait
Thursday, March 6, 2008
When I got married I already had three children. My oldest son from my first marriage, and my two children from my new spouse. And then it happened, my world turned upside down. My mother-in-law died 10 days after we got married. And it has been a roller coaster ride ever since.
Less than a month after we married we took in two nieces. This would be a temporary arrangement. They were only with us for 6 weeks, and then the court system sent them to live with their father. Then less than three months after moving away the home they were living in was raided by the police department. It turns out that their father was a drug dealer. My husband and I knew it would be a matter of time before they would be taken by the state from their father. Four months later, under major protest from myself, The girls were back, and they brought a sister and a brother with them. Two months later we were given guardianship of 3 girls and a boy. And if that wasn't bad enough, the oldest of the girls was pregnant.
So, here it is 6 months after getting guardianship. We are now in bankruptcy, stressed out, and our patience has been tested until we reached our breaking point. We now only have 3 girls and 3 boys and a brand new baby girl. Our home is non-stop craziness. From sunrise to sunset the fun never ends.
And that my friends is my story. And what follows is a glimpse into my life. I make no apologies for my posts. I am not a writer, just a wife and mother trying to find my way in this world.