Week in Suburbia

We had a fun week. We had my family over for a BBQ Monday. Labor Day is usually reserved for RD's family, but due to some friction in the family, I felt free to make other plans. I used the excuse that I hadn't heard of any plans from his side - which isn't untrue really, we didn't get the invite until days before, but it's just one one of those assumed get togethers. But hating confrontation and awkward encounters, having my family over seemed quite refreshing.

For reasons I can't share (don't you hate it when people do that? sorry!), his sister isn't speaking to us, nor is she speaking to his mom. This is new territory for me. This is family. Family deals with things, right? I'm a total wienie when it comes to confrontation, but family is family, and you work things out. Right? Well...hard to work things out when the parties in question refuse to even take a phone call. So this should make the holidays interesting. Only time will tell...

Let's put the family drama aside...onto the rest of our week. The kids started preschool. Yeaaahhh!! They go two full days and one half day a week. Time to party!! I originally signed them up for one full day and two half days, but given kindergarten next year will be five FULL DAYS, it was recommended to me by several moms to sign them up for 2-3 full days this year to make next year's transition easier. So as much as I'm enjoying my "me time" right now, I'm also very conscious of this being my last year with the kids before the rest of their lives begin. School. Wow. They grow so fast.

RD went to Chicago this weekend for a golfing trip with some old college buddies. My mom and I took the kids to see Disney on Ice Saturday. They loved it. Last time we went to this arena it was for the circus, and we didn't make it past intermission. This time we made it to the end, with the kids wanting more. They're so much fun right now. Stressing me out to all limits still, but they "get" so much more. They're awesome.

Saturday night I went to the pre-party portion of a bachelorette party. It was the fiancee of one of RD's friends. I had already told her I would attend, so when I found out the party bus was leaving at 10 p.m. for FOUR hours, to say I panicked is an understatement. I'm 34, party days far behind me, I have three kids to get up with at 7 in the morning. So when I heard there was a pre-party party, I was all over that. Luckily I got away with attending the 8-10 festivities, then hopping in my mini-van to take my fuddy-duddy ass home. I have to admit, seeing all the girls dressed up in their...ah-hem...clubbing clothes took me back, and just for a second, a quick second I wished I was joining them (not that I have anything in my closet that would put me even close to what these girls were wearing). And if I had RD home to help me with the kids in the morning, I probably would have, but my 2 a.m. nights are over. I think I would've been good until midnight, then I would have been staring longingly at the door, dreaming of my soft bed. When SA came down at 1:20 a.m. asking me to fix his covers (grrrrr), I looked at the clock and just had to smile at myself. Ahhhh...that bed felt good.

Things they say...

AR has been a bit too honest lately. I had to have a talk with her after having pictures taken, when she pointed out what a big lady our photographer had. Not wanting to make a point of it at the scene (you know a four year old would say, "But, mom, she DOES have a big belly"), I saved the talk for the car. I told her that it's not a nice thing to day and when she asked why, I explained that it could make a person sad...blahblahblah...

Next day in the car I hear AR fake crying, so I ask her what's wrong, to which she replies...

AR: I just told myself I have a big belly. Now I'm sad. Boo hoo hoo!!

Then today, prepping her for a family party we're having on Labor Day...

Me: AR, when we have our party Monday, if someone with a big belly comes over, what are you going to say?

AR: pausing to think...Don't come in.

Me: trying so hard not to laugh...No, AR! No! You don't say anything.

Oh boy.

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SA: Mom...after we borrow (a.k.a. rent) the Spiderman Venom movie, can we borrow the Batman Scratch movie (I don't know what that means).
Me: Sure, honey.
SA: Because I sure love Superheroes. Right, mom?
Me: mmmm-hmmmmm (busy cleaning)
SA: Because I don't like princesses. Right, mom?
Me: Right, hon'.

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I walk out of my room, all dressed and ready for the good ole' family photo...

AR: Mom, you're pretty like me!

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After learning we were just at school to see the room and meet the teachers...

SA & SJ, one right after the other: AW SNAP!

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After cleaning SJ up from an "accident"...

SJ: You're a good mom, mommy.

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Out of regular popcorn, I gave the kids kettle corn for snack...

SJ: This doesn't taste like popcorn. I don't know what this tastes like. I don't like it.

Jon & Kate Plus 8

I used to be a fan of this show, but I'm finding it hard to watch anymore. Okay, that's not exactly a true statement. I find myself watching for different reasons now. Being the mother of multiples, I was obviously interested in "just how did they do it?!". I can go off on a tangent here on just how they do it...let's see...a personal chef, donated EVERYTHING, free all-expenses paid trips, people to do their laundry, people to fold their laundry, people to mow their lawn, but that's not my beef. First, who knows how much of that is true, and second, you should be allowed some perks when allowing a filming crew in your home to document your family's private moments for all to see.

What gets me is Kate. How she talks to her husband really makes me sick. The whole Mother Hen role really gets under my skin. She pecks and pecks and pecks at every little damn thing Jon does. HE IS A GROWN MAN. YOU ARE HIS WIFE NOT HIS MOTHER. AGAIN, NOT HIS MOTHER. I know several couples that, for lack of a better term, have assumed these roles. Hey, I guess it works for them. I certainly shouldn't judge, but then I'm not tuning into them every Monday evening. And I know, I know...if it bugs me so much, why do I tune in? Um...I don't know. I just do. It's like a car crash. I just can't look away. Did any of you see the Greatest Moments and Embarrassments episode? Every time they called her out for something, she turned it on Jon. Heaven forbid she just suck it up and admit she was wrong. The poor guy had to sit there while she tore him another one. AGAIN. She'd admit she didn't handle it well, but it was his fault...and if he knew better...(and this one she says all the time) if he loved her, he wouldn't act that way. Blech. Poor guy.

And then the kids. The poor kids. Let them be kids! They can't get dirty...she has a massive meltdown if they get anything on their clothes due to the HOURS she says she spends getting stains out (I may only have three, but I find this hard to believe)...she threatened to throw away one of the boy's lovey's b/c he got gum on it, and was SCREAMING, "three year old's DON'T CHEW GUM!!!!!!", when someone else (who also got a speaking to from her) gave it to them while babysitting. I could go on and on, but if you've seen the show, you certainly don't need a recap from me.

Anyway, she's just really getting under my skin. There are a dozen other things that bother me, but you can read them all for yourself. Here is a website Aunt Jodi's (Aunt Jodi being Kate's brother's wife who USED to babysit the kids until they had a falling out recently) sister has started...

"Truth Breeds Hatred"

Again, who knows how much of it is true, but I really wouldn't be surprised.

Here's another interesting website...

Gosselins Without Pity

And the family's...

Six Gosselin's

I know they have spoken out about the back lashing they've been getting lately. They had a message posted to their viewers on their website last week, but it got pulled down after a day or two. I know it's got to be hard to hear people saying negative stuff about your family, and I feel bad slamming them...or her rather...but when you put it all out there for the world to see, you have to know and accept that people will judge. With all the negative press that's been circulating, I can't help but wonder how long the show will last. I know its ratings are through the roof right now, but at some point it's got to be time to send the film crew home and live a normal life. The kids themselves are becoming pseudo-celebrities, and as a mom, I just don't see that as being a good thing. But then...those free trips to Disney, free tram rides through the zoo, and private shows with Elmo sure would be missed.

At least she's learning it somewhere

Me: Come on, guys. Get your flip flops on, we're going outside.
AR: Yeahh! Guess what's outside, mom?
Me: What?
AR: Literally batting her eyelashes and twirling her hair... Air. And air is so beautiful.
Me: Yes...yes, it is.

And she's only four

AR sleeps every night with a pink and white stuffed puppy named Penny. As I was tucking her in tonight she realized she didn't have her in bed with her.

AR: Mom, I want to go get Penny.
Me: I'll get her. She's downstairs. As I rush off to get her I hear AR screaming, "I want to get her! Not you!" but in a rush to get her to bed I continue on.

As I hand her Penny...
AR: MOM! I told you I wanted to get Penny! Not you!
Me: I'm sorry, hon, but we need to get you to bed. Trying to divert my sweet Princess' anger... Now do you want to carry her up or do you want me to?
AR: I want to! Mom, I'm so mad!
Me: Here we go... I know you wanted to, sweetie, but I heard Penny calling for me to carry her up. She said she wanted me to bring her to you. The best I could come up with. At least I was trying.
AR: MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Penny is not a real dog! Penny is a toy, mom! A toy! Stomps off to bed..... Mom, I'm so mad at you right now.

Then comes the kicker...

AR: She reaches out, rubs my cheek and says...But I still love you, mommy. I'm mad, but I still love you.

Priceless.

Randomness

You know what drives me nuts? The space invaders in classes at the gym. You're in your spot, they're in their's, and as the class goes on they slowly make their way into your space, pushing you further and further away from whatever spot you chose...and probably chosen with good reason - under the fan most likely or within good view of the instructor.



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I once read somewhere that 4-year olds ask an average of 400-something questions a day. So I guess that means I have an average of 1,200 questions thrown at me a day. Yea, that sounds about right.



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I've been contemplating getting a cleaning service. I seriously feel like a robot on auto-pilot most days. Not the mommy-part so much, but all the in between, before, and after stuff. Picking up, putting away, laundry, wiping up, dusting off, laundry, sweeping, vacuuming, dishes, laundry...and the list goes on and on. We've been go go go lately, and it's so hard to keep up with the everyday house stuff. Thing is...the kids will be starting kindergarten next Fall ('09), and I don't want to have to stop having a cleaning lady once I have one - and I know once the kids are in school full-time five days a week, there's no way I can justify even to myself paying someone to do what I can do myself. I know...I'm a broken record. If I go back in this blog, I've "contemplated" on getting a cleaning service time and time again. But a girl can dream, right?

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I've fallen into a bad habit that pre-parenthood, I swore I would never do. Separate meals for us and the kids. I'm doing Weight Watcher's and RD works most evenings, so I'll do my Lean Cuisine meal, salad, whatever, and I'll make the kids mac & cheese, chicken nuggets, etc. That I guess is okay; but the nights RD is home and I make a MEAL, I'm usually still making them mac & cheese, chicken nuggets, etc. SJ, God love him will eat usually whatever we put in front of him, but SA and AR are pretty picky, and I usually just don't want the fight, so I give in. I've finally decided enough is enough and I'm trying to stand my ground. I made spaghetti tonight. Kid-friendly, right? SJ, as expected, gobbled it up, and to my surprise SA did as well. AR...forget it. She pouted and repeatedly demanded chips for dinner. Yes, chips. We said no and refused to give her anything else. For the remainder of the evening, and from her bed, she was crying saying she was hungry. She couldn't sleep because her stomach was growling, etc. This killed me. I felt so bad, but I know I need to put a stop to playing the short-order cook. This is night one, let's hope I stay strong in the meals to come.

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I recently joined a book club. There are several of us girls in bunco that are always sharing our thoughts on the books we've read, we finally decided to make an official night for this each month. Our first book is "A Million Little Pieces". I am having the hardest time getting through this book. First, I hate his writing style. It reads like this...

Warren speaks.
How are you.
I speak.
I'm fine.
Are you sad?
No.
Want to go to dinner?
Yes.
We walk.
I'm not hungry, but I go anyway.
We enter the cafeteria and it is crowded.
Even though I'm not hungry, I eat.
I eat.
I eat.
I eat and eat until my stomach is about to burst.

It annoys the piss out of me!!!!!!!!!! Then...it doesn't help that I saw the guy on Oprah and didn't like him. For those that don't know...he wrote this memoir, then it turns out to be mostly fabricated. Oprah called the author (James Frey) out on his overly-embellished stories, and left him stuttering and looking like a complete idiot. That stuck. I went into this book not liking the guy, and knowing he made much of it up, has taken away the shock of the story. I read mostly fiction anyway, so I don't know what it matters, but...it is what it is. Can't wait for our next book!

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I've eaten way too much this weekend. I swear I feel the skin on my ass stretching.

Two Thumbs Up

Watch out, world, I saw two movies in one weekend! Friday night I went to see Mama Mia and Saturday night, RD and I went to see The Dark Knight. They both far exceeded my expectations.

I was looking forward to Mama Mia, but having never seen the live production, going into it it was just another movie to me. I LOVED it. I'm not a fan of "shows". I've seen Wicked, The Lion King, The Sound of Music, among others, but it's not something I like to make a habit of. I drag my feet the whole way to the door, but admittedly I usually end up enjoying the show.

Mama Mia was funny, touching, and a whole lot of fun. There's a scene where she sings "Slipping Through My Fingers" to her daughter as she helps her prepare for her big day. I challenge any mother out there with a daughter to keep from crying during this scene. Then the next scene is Meryl Streep singing, "Winner Takes it All" to Pierce Brosnan (who is a horrible singer btw, but so gorgeous you just don't care) on the beach, and the waterworks returned. I wish someone would've warned me to bring some Kleenex. Who knew?!

The dork that I am, I rushed out Saturday morning and bought the soundtrack. The kids have been dancing and (mimicking my) singing right along with me. It's been a lot of fun.

Then lastnight was the big night. SA's big night that is. We were going to see The Dark Knight for him. Sure, we wanted to see it, too, but truth be told, it was our duty as Batman's biggest fan to go where he could not. There's been hype for months, and I've gotta say, it didn't disappoint. Heath Ledger was phenomenal in it. Oscar-worthy? I don't know about that. But he did steal every scene. It was long, and it was weird, b/c there were several times it seemed like it was over, then it just kept going. Had it not been for my very full bladder, I wouldn't have minded. And I've promised SA that when he's a big kid like me, I would gladly watch it with him. And sweet boy that he is, he's promised to hold my hand when I get scared. So sweet.

Wasting My Breath

RD was watching the Homerun Derby the other night, so I should have known better than to speak. I was talking to him, or at him rather, for a few minutes when I noticed he still had the glazed over look in his eyes he gets when he watches anything sports. It's amazing he wasn't drooling. Really. Anyway...I said,

Me: You're not listening to me.
Me: RD! You're not listening to me.
RD: Looking dazed... Wha?
Me: Seriously, RD. I've been talking to you...standing two feet from you...and you haven't heard a word?
RD: I'm watching the game.
Me: Y...e...a...you can still talk. Did you hear any of what I said? How can you not hear me?
RD: If you want to say something to me, you need to say my name first and then I'll know you're talking to me.
Me: BLANK STARE
RD: Returns to game
Me: You're kidding, right? You're the only one in the room! Who in the hell else could I be talking to?
RD: BLANK STARE
Me: Nevermind.

On Today...

Michael Caine (edited...I originally put Keaton...oops!) and Morgan Freeman were on the Today show this morning promoting The Dark Knight. The kids walked in and saw a picture of Batman (Christian Bale) standing behind the Joker (Heath Ledger) and froze. I had to rewind (gotta love DVR!!) and pause so they ALL could just STARE...





Then, of course, SA couldn't watch without being geared up...




July 18th can't come fast enough!

Shooze

AR and I went out and bought ourselves some shoes yesterday.



AR's incredible deals from Target.



AR's shoes from Famous Footwear



Mama's shoes from Famous Footwear


We went out to get shoes for her, but I couldn't walk in and not get something for me now could I? ;) I'm loving my new orange sandals!!

Beautiful Sunday in the yard

SJ


SA and AR

The Dark Knight

SA: Mom! Mom! The new Batman scary movie is coming out! Can I see it?
Me: No, honey, it's for grown ups. It's too scary, sweetie. It's not for little kids.
SA: But you know what? You and dad can see it. Then...then you can come home...you can come home and you can tell me all about it. Right?
Me: That's right. We'll do that. I'd like to see it.
SA: Oh good, mom! Oh good! That's great! Are you excited to see the new Batman scary movie?
Me: Oh, yes. Can't wait!

Things they say...

Me: (For the 10th time) SA, put on your jammies NOW.
SA: Stop it, you crazy egg!

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Driving to school, a brightly painted Charter Cable bus passes us...

SJ: LOOK! The Scooby bus!!!
SA: Hurry, mom! Catch it!
AR: Is Daphne in there? Mom, I want to see Daphne! Hurry!

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SA: Mom, what did you do when you were a kid like me?
Me: I played with toys.
SA: What kind of toys?
Me: Dolls. I loved dolls. And I also liked Hot Wheel cars like you play with.
SA: That's neat, mom. Hugs me. I like that.

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Putting the kids to bed, RD working night shift...

SJ: Mom, I don't want daddy to be at work.
Me: I know, honey, but he'll be back in the morning.
SJ: But he won't be here while we're sleeping. He won't be here to protect me. There's bad guys and monsters...and he won't protect me.
Me: I'm here, sweetie! I won't let anyone get you.
SJ: Looking worried and not at all convinced.
Me: Mommy will protect you. Isn't mommy okay?
SJ: No.

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What's repeated several times a day, every day...

AR: Want to see how beautiful I am?

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AR: I really like those things on your belly.
Me: What things? These freckles?
AR: No, those things (pointing to my breasts).

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SA: Mom, my belly hurts! It's your fault, mom!
Me: MY fault? Why is it my fault?
SA: You let me have two snacks, mom. Now my belly hurts!

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SA: I am vengeance. I am night. I am Batman.
Me: I am scared.

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SJ's first joke...

SJ: Why did the puppy poop on his head?
Me: Why?
SJ: Because he was stinky!!!!!!!!!
All three kids erupt into laughter.

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Me: SJ, you get off that couch now and get your jammies or you're going in time out!
SJ: You send me to time out and I'm taking my shorts off!

Guess How Much I Love You

Every night since AR was about six weeks old I have sang the same song to her. She was very colicky when she was a baby and required constant holding, constant attention (some things never change!). I would sing different songs to her, but not being to up on my nursery rhymes, I soon made up my own song.

Guess how much I love you, AR, AR
You're so special to me, AR
You are the world, you're a special girl
Oh, how I love you, AR

Guess how pretty you are, AR, AR
The boys are already knocking at the door
Just to see your smile, drives all the boys wild
That's how pretty you are, AR

Guess how silly you are, AR, AR
You got your brothers laughing all the time
Just to see your smile, makes it all worth while
That's how silly you are
That's how pretty you are
That's how much I love you, AR

I have visions of singing this to her at her wedding. I love this song and love that she loves this song. She's sang along snippets of it with me a few times, but has recently been singing it with me start to finish. As she sings, she sits up in bed, closes her eyes, and sways back and forth. It's precious. Then when we're finished she claps her hands and says, "I did it! I did it!".

Well...as you can imagine...the boys ask why they don't have a song. How do you explain to four year olds the requirements of a high-maintenance baby? ha! It's as simple as them just not needing a song; she did. So AR has allowed us to share her song with the boys. Sharing her song to her means, we let them hear it, but I do try to work their names in now and then. :)

Thinking ya missed the point

As I was putting laundry away in the the boys' room, I hear SJ calling my name from the play room - over and over again. Going in to see what he wants...and seeing RD sitting four feet away from SJ...

Me (to RD): If one of the kids calls for me (which it's always "MOM!!" they're calling for isn't it?) and you're sitting RIGHT THERE, can you please find out what it is they want instead of me having to come from another part of the house to help?

RD: Was someone calling for you?

Me: (He must be joking. Please tell me he's joking.) SJ's been calling for me.

RD: What does he want.

Me: SIGH...He wanted his pants buttoned. You're right there. I'm just saying...it would be much easier.

As I'm walking away...

RD: Well, what are you doing?

Seriously. Keep walking. Just keep walking.

Little Blessings

I'm feeling a whole lot of love for my kids right now. They're growing so fast. I find myself staring at them, amazed at how much they've grown, in both body and mind. They're so smart, so funny, and so darn cute.


We've got some family drama going on right now and I've been a bit down, but these kids keep picking me up. For all the stop that's...keep it down's...leave her alone's...knock it off's...you're going to time out's...I'm sending you a thousand I love you's.

You kids are amazing and don't you ever forget it!

I'm an idiot

The kids were all excited wanting to swim in our kiddie pool. I went out right after breakfast to fill it up. I peeked out the window close to an hour later to see how it was filling up (it's pretty big), to see that it was still empty. I hosed all the grass out from yesterday, found the perfect spot to set up, placed the hose in there...and forgot to plug it up. So I was basically watering the yard. Doh!

Soon, kids, soon! I promise!

Bad Habits

Help me. Help me. Help me. I'm in a size 8. I've been in a size 8 for several months now...I must focus. Must focus. I've come too far to give up now. But with all the summer bbq's, birthday parties, pool parties...I find I'm slipping into many of my bad habits. I'll start back over tomorrow...I'll get back on the program after this weekend's parties...a few bites won't hurt. I've never gotten this close to reaching my goal...EVER. Now these size 8's are getting tighter and tighter...time to snap out of this cycle!

This is going to be a rough summer.

Sunday Randoms

To the guy behind me at the DQ drive-thru: I was waiting for my change, a-hole, so lay off the horn, would ya? I was stopping for a much-needed chocolate cone to help relax me after a stress-filled day, so thanks a lot for adding to my foul mood. Just what I needed. Jerk.



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A big thank you to the guy at Schnuck's that 'well-helloooo'ed' and winked at me today. Maybe not classy, but seeing that only happens once or twice a year anymore (and that's being generous), I'll take it.



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I just finished reading The Other Boleyn Girl. I LOVED IT. It was so good. I highly recommend it. I liked it just as much, if not more, than another book I read recently and really enjoyed, Pillars of the Earth. These are both books that I would not normally pick up on my own, but after much persuading decided to give a try, and I couldn't put either down once I started them. Excited after reading the book, I rushed right to Blockbuster to rent TOBG movie and was very disappointed. It's a fairly large book, so I realize they couldn't include everything, but the movie seemed so empty. If it wasn't for me feeling vested in the people in this powerful story I had just read, I don't know that just by watching the movie I would've cared what happened to them. But I will say, after reading this book, I can't get enough of Tudor History. There's endless info on-line, and it's addicting. If you haven't read this book, please do. You won't regret it.

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I did it. I was "that person" at step class the other day. I fell. UGH...I FELL. I'm so bad at paying attention. Once I get comfortable with the steps, I'll find myself going over my to-do list or running down my grocery list. We were doing these reverse step maneuvers...everything was going just fine when reversing back the heel of my foot just caught the edge of the step and DOWN I went. Of course when I went down I was half on, half off the thing and the step made this loud clatter against the risers. Luckily I wasn't hurt. My pride was a bit bruised, but other than that, no marks to show for it. That'll teach me to check my lists at the door.

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I got a new minivan a few weeks ago (Honda Odyssey EX-L RES in Deep Cherry Pearl...LOVE IT!). I got my first scratch on it and darn it I DID IT! ARGH! I was leaving Sam's and pulled the cart up to the back of the van so I could unload the kids and goods, when I noticed it got a little too close to my back bumper. So I tried to edge it away carefully when it just moved the wrong way and made this horrible sound against the bumper. It happened so fast, I dont' know what the h*ll I did, but I stewed over it off and on all day. I was wondering...do I get it fixed...ask for touch-up paint to do it myself? It's so small, I know I'm being crazy over such a small scratch that probably no one else will notice. But you know how it is when you get a new car...I've been washing it every weekend, actually carrying our crap in every day - where in my old van you could always count on several empty Diet Coke cans, straw wrappers, candy wrappers, forgotten toys, barretts, you name it. Sigh. I'm sure this is the first of many scratches to come, so I guess I'll let it go for now. Sniff.Sniff.

Wanted: Happy Medium

Penis is a big word in this house, and all too often on display. Why must kids be so obsessed with privates and poop? It's all bobo's and poo. It's the reason for many sitdown discussions with the kids (SA in particular). Finally...why now, who knows...but finally the "your-penis-is-your-private-area" talk finally made an impact.

But it's starting to snowball...

Now the boy who was so proud to show his boyhood has taken it to a new level. AR was waiting her turn outside the bathroom...creeping in impatiently, as is a constant occurence here, SA starts shouting, "Get out! Don't look at my penis! It's my private area! Get out!!" Then tonight when they were all getting their jammies on he starts crying, shouting, "Oh no! Now everyone's going to see my bobo! They're going to see my private area!" Sigh.

Poor kid. I know it's confusing. You throw all these rules at them, but they're all accompanied with 'but when's'.

Maybe mom needs a book. I need help on dealing with these questions. Oy.

My "Pool Boy"

Big Bald Guy at the Gym.

That's what I called him. A nice piece of.............eye candy. What inspires me to go to the gym? That Louis bag that is so close, so close - AND - that bald, beautiful trainer with the Carpe Diem tattoo on his calf. YUM-MY.

Okay, I don't go to the gym TO SEE HIM, but it sure doesn't hurt. The guy is sex on legs. I just don't know how else to describe him. The big muscles, the tight "Trainer" shirt, the bald head, gi-normous tat on his leg...the guy's just sexy. He just looks like a bad boy...like...... Okay, I'll stop. RD told me that himself when, yes, I was telling my dear, good-humored husband about the decor (a.k.a. personnel) at the gym.

The problem (not the obvious 34-year old mother ogling the very-early-20-something-year old boy at the gym) is that today while working out, he was working out beside me. I got the unfortunate privilege of hearing him speak. Hearing the 20-something things come out of his mouth to his buds at the gym...the sexy facade is gone. Gone. Darn it. Darn it. Darn it.

LOUIS! LOUIS! LOUIS!

Time Well Spent

Daddy's on vacation. Need I say more? It's wonderful getting to spend time together as a family. It's wonderful having someone to...ahem...sort of share the everyday responsibilities. It's great having RD around in the evenings to play cards with me. Here comes the big BUT...

Let's just say RD's patience runs a bit thin. And when daddy's crabby, everyone's crabby. Being the primary caregiver, primary disciplinarian...you know what works - or at least try to fake it pretty well. When you're with the kids 24/7, you learn to pick and choose your battles. Is the boys shrieking loudly while they play hide and seek getting on my nerves? You betcha. But you can also bet I find those deliriously happy screams a lot more tolerable than the deliriously angry screams of boys sitting in time out because they wouldn't play quieter. I can list a 101 more examples, but you get the idea. RD is picking at every little thing the kids do.

We were out shopping for a rug (with three kids in tow...who's crazy now?) when RD kept flipping out because the kids wouldn't stay RIGHT-AT-OUR-SIDE. I made a snippit to RD about him needing to keep his temper under control, when I realized I could stand to pick my battles more wisely myself.

It's only a week. It's only a week.

My How Time Flies

I was bored - or a better way to describe it was...looking for anything other to do other than the obvious (clean, laundry, etc.) - and was playing around on the computer, when I decided to pull up my ole' blog and read back on some of my old entries.

I started it in '04, but man, reading some of those old stories it seems like decades ago. It made me glad to have all those stories in writing. Funny stories of old neighbors, friends, and best of all, silly things my kids did in their first 2 years. It's amazing the things you forget.

I was quoting to RD the things we'd said to each other, the funny things our kids did (and some of the not-so-funny), and reminding him of our crazy neighbors that lived across the street from our old house. He, like me, had forgotten so many of those details you'd think would just stick. But they don't. Some things make you laugh, some make you cry, some make huge impacts in your life, some are forgotten before the day is through - whatever the story of the day is, it's priceless being able to look back and remember when.

I had so many "my children are so wonderful" stories and an unbelievable amount of "I've got the best husband in the world" stories. I was telling him about the latter and he said, "Gee thanks." I asked him why he said that, and he responded, "Well you say that like you can't believe you ever said that." It's not that...it's just...our marriage has its ups and downs like any other, it just made me smile to read so many positive things about him, us, our kids. It made me look at where we are today and appreciate things just a bit more.

Life gets so crazy you forget to do what really matters. At least I do. I need to get down on the floor and play with my kids more. I need to stop saying "In a minute" EVERY time one of my kids tries to get my attention. It's so hard, but I need to try.

Have you heard that new Trace Atkin's song, "You're Gonna Miss This?" It gets me every time. It's so true. All the craziness that goes on everyday...the good, the bad, the ugly...all of it...there's going to come a day when I'm going to miss this.

Reading back on those old entries of when they were babies, I already do.

Just Breathe

Am I a bad mom? I tell ya...some days I really feel like it. I do my best. I really do. I start my day with all the best intentions, but then they start screaming, whining, crying, hitting...and all my good intentions go out the window. I have prided myself in being a patient mom. A mom who listens. Who thinks before she reacts. Some days I am successful. Other days...I'm waiting for a neighbor to knock on my door to ask if everything's okay.

I think my kids are good kids. I do. But even the best of kids have horrible moments. Unfortunately some days have more moments than others. Some of those moments are...GASP...in public...in front of...GULP...witnesses. Before having kids I remember seeing other people's children have tantrums in public. I did what, let's face it, what most people do...watch and listen to see how "the mom" is going to handle it. Sure you try not to look like you're watching/listening, but it's hard not to when World War 3 is going on right in front of you. I would think two things, 1) My kids will NOT act like that in public. They will know better, and 2) If I was that mother I would have handled that totally different. Well...as I said, that was before I had little monsters of my own. I say monster in the most loving way. Like I said, my kids are good kids. Viewing other kids I often think, "Wow...my kids are so much better behaved than their's." Sounds awful I know, but you get so much negative as a mom, sometimes you gotta throw yourself a bone. As I often do...I'm getting off track.... let's just say I've eaten my words. I handle each moment the best I can. And of course the way you deal with something at home is almost always going to be different than how you would handle something in the middle of say Target or Home Depot. I wonder how many future mom's I've encountered while braving the stores with my three children - how many of these women said to themselves, "I so wouldn't have handled that that way" or "what a brat!" To these women...you just wait.

What's prompted me to post an entry after how many months? I'm tired. Exhausted. At my wit's end. Over-f-ing-whelmed. Maybe it's because it's summer...maybe things will get better once preschool starts again, but I feel like my role as mother has been replaced with the role of Referee, they do nothing but fightfightfight; and let's not forget housekeeper, cook, social coordinator, driver, and wife (you know what wifely duties I'm talking about). I'm spent. I complain to my husband and his basic response is that "don't you think I'm tired?" or something along the lines of "you're doing what every other mom has to do...what makes you different?" He totally misses the point. I'm not saying he doesn't work hard. I know he does, but that doesn't take away from what I do. And I'm not saying I'm the only overworked, underappreciated mom/wife out there. No I'm not in a unique situation, but that doesn't make life any easier.

I love my life...it's just...so damn hard sometimes.