him   "I am going to bed."

me   "really? It's barely 9~"

him   "well... I have to work tomorrow."

me   " uhhhhhh....."

 

me   Feelings of being the 3rd wheel are still lingering

myself   BUT it's a weekend away... no laundry, screaming kids, making lunches...

me   I'll get over it.

 

Spent the evening in my NEW* PJ's.  Felt almost like a real human, rather than Slobby Mommy. Almost. That is until I started to feel guilty for spending a whole $4 on myself. Just because I felt like it. They were pretty!! Gimme gimme gimme. I am SO SPOILED that way...(insert hysterical laughter here) And lattes (yummy half calf french vanilla heaven) don't count!! NO- they are for medicinal purposes. They save my childrens lives. Often.

 

Maybe I will tempt the Guilt Fairy some more and attempt to wear my $7 outfit. Maybe. If I feel worthy.

 

probably not. I stayed up late (9:18pm) before I attempted to go to bed. Up NO LESS than 6 times. Alarm sounds at 5am. snooze. snooze. snooze. Wake up the hubby. Hear "No LUNCH?!!?" Nope. I asked what he wanted last night- and got no response. He got no lunch. Bad wife. No clothes for you!!

 

me   "I'm going to bed."

him   "but it's like 6am!!"

me   "well... I DO have to sit on my butt, watch soaps and eat bon-bons today..."

 

 

*NEW is relative. New to me counts- right??

 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Yupp-

 

 

Just because I am the biggest dork on the planet... this is what I did today.

 

Drove the twinnies to school,

had to waste time... got a coffee. 16 oz half caf french vanilla latte...please and thankyouverymuch.

Dropped Tommy off at speech.

had to waste more time... ran bank errand. blahhhh

Picked Tommy back up.

was bored, and haden't been ANYWHERE in forever, decided to hang around town.

Went to Goodies- for 2 and 1/2 HOURS.

 

With 5 children.

 

What was I thinking??

 

Took Steven lunch. Had to bribe the children to behave, bought them lunch too.

 

Urchins.

 

Went to Target- O joy... BRA SHOPPING.

 

With 5 children.

 

What was I thinking??

 

Came home, ate lunch (chili dogs are NOT appropriate van food. period. I mean it. really)

 

sorted through the treasures... and realized I enjoyed Goodies WAY WAY more than is normal. I even took pictures.

 

Hello. My name is Amy. I am a loser.

 

I did get a good deal- all this... under $52. So really, I am a dork... and a cheap one.

 

Did I mention simple pleasures???

JJ- ok am I wrong???

 

BUT when you are old enough to ...

1) get a diaper

2)bring said diaper to MOM (only mom of course)

3) locate and deliver a box of wipies... AND helpfully pull the top one up for ease of acces

4) climb the book shelf, locate, and retrieve the powder

5) scream CHANGE ME NOW

6) take off your own pants, thow your legs up over your head and wiggle your hiney while waiting

7) proceed to tell me, IN DETAIL, what and how to change the offending diaper

8) put your pants back on- sort of half way and crooked...but refuse help.

9) scream YOU HELP ME NOW!!!! at a time convienent to the 2 year old you

 

You should be old enough to use the damn toliet for yourself!!

 

In related news, I have decided my sole function and purpose on this planet is to be the entertainment and assistant to the ever demanding two year old dictator. "Help me now!!!... No YOU do it... AHHHHHHHH!! "

 

I just re-earned the meanest mom award... after having the monkee climb up, on and OVER me... he declares I am a yee-haw. (translation- JJ's personal horse) Evidentally, I need further education to master the correct and appropriate "yee-haw" traits- because, "momma no funnnnnnn." This one bucks. Get over it.

 

Oh well. I was awesome for a minute~

 

 

Joshy said I  am the bestest. Write it down, highlight it, mark it as a holiday. I am certain that this is a rare occurance and probably won't happen again until Haileys comes back around... I am the perennial "Meanest Mom"- a title I work for my entire motherhood. I had the best for a teacher... my kids have Grandma to thank!!!

 

But, I digress... today, I am the bestest.

 

I put cereal in his bowl. Got a 'poon for him. Even added the correct amount of milk. I am the bestest.

 

I let HIM put on his big man pull-ups. (He likes the pretty princesses and flowers...seriously. Buzz Lightyear freaks him out.)

 

He asked LOUDLY for happies :) on his hands and his letters on his socks. Out came the sharpie... a happy on each back of the hand, a capital letter J on the toe of each sock and his 2 year old giggles. You know the ones: pure joy on the face, eyes squinted to make the smile bigger, big belly laugh. The faces and sounds that you get... every once in a while, that lets you know that maybe you did do something right in the world.

 

That stuff was good... but then he said "Tommy too!! Tommy too!!" so he has a matching set of smilies on his hands. Poor fella didn't have socks on, but I... in all my wisdom (laziness? you make the call) just put sharpie T's on his bare feet.

 

If I hadn't locked up the vote before- judging from the giggles of ALL the short little monkees in the area...that cinched it.

 

Today, I am the bestest!!!

WTH~All of my lists are missing!! Now I have to try and find them all again, and put them back up... man that's annoying!

 

This is my new best friend. There was an article in the papre about homeschool/ mom/ ??? bloggers and she was listed. I swear we share the same brain. Well, at least we both have 7 kids and have so far survived.

 

Ahh to know I am not alone... even if she is in Conneticut, and has no idea I exist... but we share the same train of thought.

 

No matter who you talk to, they either don't have a clue...and say so, or don't have a clue but try and make you think they do. She knows JUST EXACTLY what it is like to have 7 kids running around. She writes about the same stuff I am too much of a weenie to admit.

 

I don't mind being crazy... it just seems like much more fun to be crazy.. with company!!

Did I mention I have a headache? It has been going back and forth (forever) but lately it has been about 40 minutes after I take my meds. It sucks. Doc said to give it time. Did I mention it sucks?

 

The mood swingies are back too. Not Stevens (  ) but mine. I guess it's my turn- ick. Good stuff goes on- I don't care. Bad stuff goes on- I barely hold on. I've about talked myself into believing that Everybody is depressed... it just varies on how much, on which day. So there are OK days, bad days, and days better spent alone in bed. Good days? I have just been happy to have a few OK ones to string together.

 

Thought I was doing better. Guess that's what I get for thinking.

 

High points of the day (just so you all don't think I have completely lost it... there ARE high points!!) Got to spend some one on one time with Steven. Always apprecitated- thanks for the sit apon Mom and Dad.

 

Found a Loverly 15 passanger van (used of course... but loverly!) waiting to hear about financing.... Keep your fingers crossed for us. Hopefully all the past credit issues are IN THE PAST... and things work out. It would be nice.... but I don't want to jinx it. (knock wood and any other superstitious thing I can think of)

 

May (MAY) have a weekend escape plan... Moms sewing Expo is coming up. An overnighter. Just the nearly adult ladies. Me, mom, and Kenny. No Clara. No Twinners. No boys. Sound like fun but...[insert mom guilt here] BUT....

 

So there are bright spots, but according to "the philosophy" things are just the right balance of good and not so much. Wouldn't want to tempt the fates~

Yesterday was the day that would not end. I seem to say that a lot. Wonder why I am so lucky.

 

Yesterday was also the day when the volume knob (for everyone/ everything) seemed to be broken. How can you have a house full of 9 people seem normal... 3 leave, 1 comes in, and CAN'T HANDLE the noise? again, it sounds like  "me" issue.

 

Yesterday (suprise, suprise) was a day of constant motion. What do you MEAN we can't throw stuff, climb on the furniture, jump on the beds, REFUSE lunch, bitch that you are hungry, ARGUE (or attempt to) with THE ADULT, play in the street, cartwheel in the house... pretty much where the 5 year olds think THEY should run the house- because there are more of them then me.

 

Too damn bad. I'm bigger, grouchier, and haven't had caffine... with a butt-load of short people running around. If ANYONE should be pitching a fit.... it's NOT the 5 year olds!!!

How sad is this?

 

I got the newspaper at 8am (thank you Boys!) and spent ALL DAY trying to find 10 minutes to actually flip thruogh it. Not READ it or anything that involved, just to flip through the measly little local paper- checking the obits to make sure I really HAD survived to live another day.

 

3:45pm. I found 5 minutes.

 

Guess I made it. Maybe the news isn't all bad after all~

Today was mellow. I just didn't care. I don't really DO anything anyway, right?

 

Anyway,  I loaded up the monkees and headed to the $100 store (aka Wally World; Where the Paycheck Goes to Die; and Hell with Shopping Carts.) but it really wasn't too bad. SHOCK!!! We didn't have to run through throwing things in to the cart. We weren't molested by the really creepy people that shop there (me and you excluded of course!!) Clara, in a front facing carrier, was very happy to see what was going on... and we were very happy NOT to have to drag 2 carts around (one for the shorties, one for the booty!!)

 

I even stopped and let the kids play around in GermHeaven... I mean the "FunCenter." Ahhh... where IS that hand sanitizer?

 

                                                side note~ you all heard that hand sanitizer is dangerous for little ones...    

                                                it very highly concentrated alcohol, so if they drink it (yumm) they can 

                                                easily OD from alcohol poisoning.

 

So we leave... and head to pick up B3... but we are early. Bummer----------BUT that does means I have time for a coffee. That's way too simple, coffee doesn't cover it at all. And WHY should it take longer to order it, than it does to make it??

 

It's not that I am picky or anything, but when I do (on rare occassions that I actually have 1) the cash, 2) the time, 3) a reason (made up or other wise... like I said, I am not that picky!) and 4) the intestional fortitude to risk the chance of a migrane (or tylenol in my purse to combat it)...I want it GOOD.

 

20 oz decaf double shot 1% sugar free french vanilla latte hot please and thank you very much.

Ahhhhhhh

 

Now if I could just get some ear plugs with that!!

 

So- coffee in hand, radio on (to drown out the back seat bickering) I find a moment of peace and near tranquility. All right- maybe not- but from where I am standing/ sitting, zoning out is about as good as it gets. Ummm la la la la la french vanilla.

 

Call mom on the cell phone to discuss the important things- like the state of Anna Nicoles court drama or how Britney went from trailer trash princess to really sad- you know, sanity check. B2 pulls in and says he is picking up B3. Okey- I didn't have to wait for school to let out, so home I came.

 

And strait back into my PJs.

 

Nothing like a PJ day to put you completely into the zoned out, really don't care sit on the couch and eat bon bons (thanks for the def- Lolo... YUMMY)on the couch. Since I do that on a daily basis anyway (hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah... ha!) I figured I might as well.

 

The Pj's were nice, but I only lasted about 10 minutes on the couch. Well, it was worth a shot...

 

 

Well, maybe it's ME that I should be wondering about. What am I doing? How do I keep doing it? There is NO WAY that this is my life! Are you kidding??

 

Some days I am amazed that I am still functioning at the end of the day- not tring to bite my own ear off... other days I am amazed by the little monkee miracles I am surrounded by. 7 kids, hubby, house, car, bills, diapers, homework... attitudes, personality quirks, state of PMS mode, bad hair days... all of that can create some very...ummm... interesting adventures.

 

 

Well, we made it through another day... I don't know how we manage to keep on surviving day after day, but some how we do. All the kids still have ALL of their fingers and toes, we didn't have to beat any of them with wet noodles either. Steven even made it through the day relatively unscathed. Lucky man. Sometimes I wonder which of us is crazier- him for joining the mad house, or me for letting him add to it.

 

Oh well, the men with the white jackets- long sleeves, and lots of buckles STILL haven't come looking for us yet- so we have another day to keep on trucking.  Small favors!!

 

 

Today could not have been better. Can you fell the good, the love, the absolute perfectness of the day... just oozing everywhere. Honestly, has there been a day that has gone SO according to they way it's "supposed to?" A day SO over flowing in good feelings... that you just can't hardly stand to think that life could get much better.

 

Ha. Is it over yet?

helllo out there. Is there anyonr out there?

 

Today was another long, and mostly unproductive (by normal human standards) but for us non-normals out here... pretty typical!!  THe house was clean (sorta) then trashed (completely) and put back into it's semi- normal chaotic state ... right about the time Steven heads home. Funny how that works!!

 

This in its self was a major accomplishment- I had ALL the kids home today +B3 thrown into the mix. Have I mentioned before that if one (or more) of the kids are somewhere else- the whole dynamic of the family changes. The noise level, the amount of "enegry" for the lack of a better  word or phrase. Like a puzzle missing a piece... the same is true if you have an extra added in. WOW. Worlds of difference between having one 5 year old in the house compared to two of them. Like gas to a fire (eyebrows Bob??) Steven with out his Dew. Me without an occasional date night/ sanity break.... none of it is too pretty!!

 

Like I said- it's not a job, it's an ADVENT.... come on guys! Adve... I SAID its NAP TIME!! It's an Adventu...so help me when your dad gets back!!!  Did I mention it was an adventure. A damn jungle sometimes!! Just look at all the monkees

 

We had a loverly- relatively stress free dinner of "whatever the hell you can find in the fridge." Relatively stress free because everyone HAS to have the one thing that there isn't much left of, or they hate everything, or they really really REALLY wanted pizza/ burgers/ anyhting else we didn't have. Mom got the left over- left overs. It was green- sort of.

 

Mom and Pop came home, bringing gifts for the hon-yocks...and me too- THANK YOU! Hope you had fun, glad you are back... and we didn't even have to "ping" your cell phone to find you stranded in a snow bank somewhere!! Good deal!

 

So they mad a nice littl erainy road trip, made it back safe and sound..AND are even willing (or their arms were sore from the twisting) to sit on the monkees so I could attempt (cross your fingers) a date with the hubby. My nail polish is almost gone- so it's about time.  

 

I am a huge dork, and mark the rarity of date nites with the "painting of the big toenail" ceremony.  When I have grown out the poor polish, I know it has been WAY too long since we had a sanity break. WAY to long. This seems to work for me- my toes are always covered in public- I wouldn't subject the populice to these ugly little piggies!!

 

Any who- it's a pathetic little system that works for me... And if it's working- I'll take it!!

 

 

If you see any photos that you want copies of- drop me a note (email- or post here) and I will mail you a copy~

oohhhh can you feel the love?

 

kids and sugar highs- fights over who got the best stuffed animal. Tag team tattling... "he/ she hit me!" ... All together now... NAP TIME!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Tomorrow is the big day- whatever. Never been a big fan. Sure candy and flowers are nice, but the pressure! YIKES!!

 

And it's Wednesday- what can you do on a Wednesday? Especially with a house full of kids?! Not much romance there!!

 

Oh well, it was a busy day around here- lots to do... still doing it!!

Kids to the bus                                                        (8am)

Pick up the new release movies

(and assorted manditory V day purchases  )

and drop Tom off at Speech                                    (by 9am)

get milk and stop by the library                                (by 9:30am)

rush home for phone conference (homeschoolers)   (by 10am)

H&R Block                                                               (10:30am)

Pick up B3                                                               (11:30am)

home for lunch                                                        (noon)

NAPS (for the shorties who need them)                    (1pm)

Naps  (2nd attempt)                                                (2pm)

Bus stop pick up                                                       (3:15pm)

Taco Tuesday                                                          (4:30pm)

Stevens home                                                          (4:50pm)

B3 pick up                                                                (5 ish)

 

homework, movie night, doggy detail, laundry, dishes, diapers....

 

maybe even squeeze in a shower for yours truely- man I hope so!!

 

Not the typical Mad Monday- Just enough AAARGHHH to qualify.

 

Working on day 8 of my headache... 3rd migraine last night... just the typical dull throb the rest of the time. They seem to last about 2 weeks- highs and lows, but fairly constant.  I guess it is to be expected. I have no stress in my life!!

 

Speaking of stress- here's a funny. The Navy wants me. I guess it's good to be wanted, but still a little funky. They sent this big packet of stuff about paying for school- so I could be a Nurse Corps Officer. Sure, they want a squishy old mom of 7 (who has been on the spousal side of army and navy enlistment) to join their ranks.

 

yeah, right!

 

Anyway... the mid day pick-up was just about the same as I remembered. An hour chunk out of the middle of the day. Fighting with all the other Picker-uppers over parking spaces. Waiting while the picker-up-ees take their time filing out. Nobody is in a major rush, or rude, inconsiderate, or obnoxios or anything. I am sure they ALL lead very important, exciting, time crunched lives... but give me a break. It's like smiling at people in Walmart. Not being a grumpy B freaks people out.

 

Oh well, freaking people out by acting like a human. Simple pleasures  I'll take it!!