THE Mommy
Why, oh, why this week?
Don’t the dogs realize that
I’m crazy busy?!
Not a good idea
To roll in some poop
And come in the house.
On that note, BamBam
Could you please not wet the bed
Just one night this week.
‘cuz doing laundry
was not on my to do list
on top of all else!
And Princess, to you:
SOFT POOP HAPPENS! It just does.
Please stop freaking out.
You cannot stay home.
Enough with the drama, girl.
You are not that sick.
I have one question
For you mommies and daddies:
Can I fire myself?!
No, really, can I?
I could really use time off.
I am SO beyond.
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You know, it never fails. The 2 or 3 weeks a year when I way over schedule myself, all hell seems to break loose in MommyCosm. Maybe it’s the energy that I’m giving off? I did wake up with dread on Monday morning knowing how incredibly difficult it was going to be to pull off all that was scheduled. So far, I've managed, but it's the extra crap (pun intended) that I can't deal with.
So, yes, Princess got diarrhea at school and freaked out. She was home 2 ½ days this week. Each dog decided it was time for the semi-annual bath. Chester got poop stuck to his butt and rubbed it all over my carpet and back porch. Just now, Jasper thought it should be his turn, so he rolled in poop. He's tied up outside waiting for my husband to get home because I just don't have time to deal with it!! BamBam wet various beds 3 nights this week. I swear he holds it all in and just lets loose because I've woken up to check him as late as 5am. He’s wearing size 7 pull ups to bed. Any suggestions on how to keep him dry, please do tell. I’m at a complete loss.
I am failing miserably at my job this week. I’d like a job performance review because I think I need to be fired. I know it. Everyone around me knows it. It’s time we all face it. I'm not qualified for my current job responsibilities.
I’d settle for a suspension with pay. After all, as a stay-at-home mom, I should be making $117,000, right?
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Princess had diarrhea at school yesterday. She is a HUGE freakin' drama queen whenever this happens. Her school has caught on and they try to talk her down before calling me to get her. This time, she had a low grade temp along with it, so they called me to see what I wanted to do. I picked her up. She was lying on the cot practicing for her future academy award.
Two hours later, she was running around like a crazy person playing with BamBam, no sign of sickness to be found.
This morning, the first thing she said when she woke up, Mommy, I don't feel well. I need to stay home from school. My belly hurts.
I called my husband to see how she was last night. I had an away game and was didn't get home until after bedtime. He left for work in the wee hours of the morning and we didn't get much of a chance to talk. These 8 weeks of softball really throw me for a loop. I'm used to being the one in the know about their every bowel movement. Sad, but true. He claims she was fine. I let her talk to him and she threw on her best pathetic sick voice.
He thinks she's faking it. So do I.
BUT, it will completely throw my day off if I have to go back and get her after dropping her off. I am overbooked beyond capacity this week...aka I'm trying to do 5 things at once instead of just 3. The last 2 times I've made her go and stick it out, I ended up having to go get her within an hour or so. Not necessarily because she was too sick to be there, but because she caused so much drama about not feeling well, they sent her home.
SO, I've let her stay home with the threat that if she starts running around playing, I'm bringing her into school late. She has a half day tomorrow, so that will be a better day to force her to go.
Grrr...stomach aches are so hard for me. I never know if she's faking it or not. I'm very frustrated.
Any advice here?
Not much to see here today. As if my every day life isn’t Cah-razy enough, I have 5 softball games this week within 6 days. I’m on the run all week. It’s only Monday and I’m already exhausted, *sigh*.
SO...
thought I’d leave you a list of a few of my favorite bloggers and their recent posts:
Heather at Confessions of a Coal Miner’s Granddaughter, or CMGD for those of you in the know, has up a hysterical video clip spoofing Pimp My Ride…they do it Mommy Style. I nearly pee’d my pants.
Another Heather, The Queen of Shake-Shake, wrote a very poignant post about marriage. She nailed what a lot of us moms are feeling. I literally said AMEN out loud. Not a common word in my vocabulary.
Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom, could use some support. She just experienced a miscarriage and is brave enough to post about it. Stop by and leave her a hug.
On a lighter note, Latte Mommy gets my prize for the best title for a post: When Tighty Whities Go Bad. The post itself is funny, but the title made me laugh out loud.
Busy Dad and Secret Agent Mama did a simul-post a few weeks back. Their kids faced off in kitchen battle that would rival Iron Chef. It was really funny.
Joeprah just put up an Independence Day Contest. Check it out. You can win $25. With the price of gas these days, who couldn’t use an extra $25?!
That should keep you busy and buy me some time to put together a few real posts, phew. Happy Reading :)
I’ve complained before
About this generation,
How they seem lazy
And have a sense of
Being entitled to things
In lieu of hard work
I take it ALL back.
The girls on my team right now
Aren’t that way at all
They far exceeded
All of my expectations
I am so impressed.
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I won’t have a final number until Monday, but these girls are going CRAZY selling bracelets for Lauren. Rumor has it that 2 girls alone within the first day exceeded the $500 team goal. I’m very, very proud of them.
If you’d like to help raise money for baby Lauren’s family, check out her website here or click on her picture in my sidebar. Thanks :)
Yep, I’m considering it. Seriously.
I’ve always been, um, well endowed. Since having kids though, my breasts, they are gi-NORMOUS. The girls are quite heavy. They are usually well hidden behind mommy-friendly shirts. Every now and then though, I let them out on display...and they cause a bit of attention. They are extremely disproportionate to the rest of my body.
Oh, and my bras? Well, they look like they should be hanging on the wall of an Italian restaurant. No pretty little Victoria Secret decorative bras for me. Over the shoulder, boulder holder...much more accurate...much less attractive. There are many medical reasons why carrying around all that extra weight in my chest area isn't a great idea. Additionally, I've seen my future. My poor, late Grammy also had large breasts and when she was about 90, I had to help her get dressed. She literally had to pick them each up to place them into her bra. They were hanging out at about her navel. Like empty socks. *shudder*
Absorb that image for a moment. It's one that has been permanently burnt into my memory.
In an attempt to help you erase that image, I'll share a recent picture of me:
OK, so I'm not as tone as I used to be and could stand to lose 15 10 pounds. My waist, still little. I wear a size 8 pants. The rest of me really isn't big. Good thing I don't have to work in an office and dress up every day. Button up shirts SO don't fit over my rack. This dress was one of about 50 that I tried on at Kohl's. It was the only one that didn't make me look pregnant. Usually the ones that fit over the chest don't fit so good elsewhere.
Ironically, my neighbor wants to get breast implants. I told her we should go for a 2-fer. They can take from me and give to her. Personally, I think she's insane for wanting more. She and her husband think I'm insane for wanting less. My take? Wanting more is a cosmetic thing. Wanting less is more of a medical thing. I already see a chiropractor regularly. Pretty sure my insurance would cover the procedure.
My husband's take? Anything more than a handful is just a bonus. Yeah, I know, that is such a guy's response.
Anyone have experience with breast reduction surgery? Advice? Thoughts? Please share.
For those of you who share a bed with someone, I have a very serious question.
Which side of the bed do you sleep on?
We recently changed our master bedroom around and moved the bed from one side of the room to the other. The head of the bed used to be on the wall opposite the door. Therefore, when sleeping, I was on the left hand side of the bed. Now that we’ve moved the head of the bed to the same wall as the door, I sleep on the right hand side of the bed. So, left and right don’t really matter to me, it’s more about orientation of the bed in the room.
I also have to have one foot outside of the covers. My husband’s theory is that I can’t sleep unless I have one foot out of the door…it’s a family trait…there are more divorces in my family than happy marriages...my sister is on her 3rd marriage. Ha, ha…he’s a funny guy, that husband of mine. Guess that’s why I keep him around…for now.
Honestly, I have many reasons:
1) When I was a kid I used to have nightmares about being in a house fire. I want to be close to the door. I actually had a pillowcase under my bed with some clothes and prized possessions in case I ever needed a quick getaway. I was probably 5 years old.
2) I get up at least once a night to go to the bathroom. I am blind as a bat without my contacts and would probably break a leg if I had to stumble through the entire room to get there.
3) I am a mom to 2 kids and 2 dogs. I’m on call 24/7 and have to answer to their cries in the night.
Of course, part of the mom thing has me playing musical beds some nights. Last night, I started off by falling asleep with Princess, then going to my bed. Got up to check in on BamBam, who has taken to yelling in his sleep lately. He later joined us in our bed. On nights like that, I take what piece of a bed I can get just to get a little shut eye.
So, my friends, please do tell. Are you particular about right/left, are you a room orientation freak like me, or could you care less?
3 AM Vomit
What a NASTY wake up call
My poor, sick BamBam
Here we go again
Do we go to hospital?
Is it just a bug?
Or his appendix?
Still has the swollen lymph nodes
Not sure what to do
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(Follow the Chronicals of BamBam's mysterious sickness here)
Yesterday, I participated in Wordless Wednesday with my post: Reflections
Today is Tell Me Thursday...time to take the less out of wordless.
This picture was taken last weekend at my father’s wedding. I called it reflections both due to their reflection in the water as well as my own reflections.
My parents were very young when they married. They were high school sweethearts and my mom found herself pregnant her sophomore year in college. They married because that is what you did back then. I don’t think either really had to the chance to grow into complete people before marrying. They did their best. Sometimes I think that I grew up along side of them.
To see my dad settle down with the right person after all of these years was truly a special moment. I really like my new step mother. I do think that they each needed to go through things in their lives individually before they could find each other. They have a lot in common. She lost her mother at a very young age. My father lost his dad when he was just 9. She really understands that dark place where he goes sometimes. I’ve never fully understood my father, so it’s a relief to know that he now has someone in his life who “gets” him.
My grandmother and uncle who have recently passed would have been very proud of him on Sunday. In some way, I’m sure they were there watching.
(It's Worldless Wednesday. Check back tomorrow for my Tell Me Thursday post with a story behind the pictures.)
