Friday, August 31, 2007

All worth it.....


How can such tiny people create such huge messes? You would think that I sit around all day eating bon-bon's and watching soaps. And no honey, it doesn't count because I'm at the gym working out to look good for you while I'm watching them. Big difference.

I do clean...I see the sweat and tears of my labor as I'm cleaning all these nasty pee soaked toilets......all the loads of laundry and the many dishes that the kids seem to spew food upon during the day. And I didn't even mention all the other stuff like dusting and well dusting.

3 Seconds after walking into the door BOOM....all my hard work has gone down the tubes. Backpacks drop down...shoes and socks go flying and the door is left wide open with me standing there thinking..."well hello to y'all too" I hear 3 voices in unison yell,

"MOM I'M HUNGRY"

I love my life. I wouldn't want any other woman taking my place. If you were to clone me she could take over toilet duty.

This morning while I was driving my 6th grader to middle school I sat there listening to all the new things going on with him now that he is 'growing up' The latest is his Hair. I thought I would never see the day that this child would care about his hair. We were driving to school and I took a wrong turn (hey I'm new here) and I had to drive around the back of the school. We saw a kid he knew and he told me how cool the kids hair was. I got the feeling he was saying it in the form of a question. So being the in tuned mom that I am I said, "Hey I could so style your hair like that". No answer just a cool grin. Every morning that I drop him off he gives me a huge hug and tells me he loves me. I know that one day those hugs will disappear in front of his friends, but I'm holding on for the moment.

My middle son loves me watching him play the Wii. I love playing it too, but watching him cracks me up. His laughter is contagious so much that once he gets started you can't help but join in and have no idea why. He loves to play the sports games. Why...Don't know since he hates any activity that requires him having to run. One of his favorite games to play is bowling. He winds his arm up like a fast pitch softball and whiz....Pretty soon he is going to throw his arm out. He giggles and says, "Mom did you hear my arm pop that time? That was cool, I'm gonna do that again!"

My daughter loves to curl up with me and read books. She pretends we are in a classroom and she is the teacher and reads the pages and shows the class the pictures. I am so proud of her. She is reading words that I didn't even think she could pronounce. I've noticed her watching everything I do and say. She has me pegged down to my tone! I love hearing her tell me that when she gets older she wants to be just like me. (guess I'm doing something right)

At the end of the day...all the sweat and tears of cleaning don't really matter anymore. One day I'm not going to have a million loads of laundry to do. I will have no more finger prints to wipe off the fridge...I will never step on an army man embedded in my carpet.....and the remote will always be in the same spot I left it in. Seeing their sweet faces and listening to their stories of how happy they are makes it all worth it.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Daddy DooDoo Duty.....

Chivalry is not dead here...

Thanks Michelle....

Fascinating Womanhood
by Helen Andelin
She says "If chivalry is dead, women have killed it. They have killed it by becoming capable, efficient, and independent, able to kill their own snakes. They prove by their strength and ability that they don't need masculine care and protection, that they are well able to take care of themselves. They commonly display their capacity to solve their own problems and fight their own battles. To awaken chivalry we must return to femininity. We must stop doing the masculine things and become the gentle, tender, dependent women we were designed to be, women who need masculine care and protection. When we do, men will delight in offering their chivalry."

Friday, August 24, 2007

You ever have those mornings?

I now know why women have dark circles under their eyes.
It's because they don't get any sleep at night.
My husband has been snoring something awful the past couple of months.
I was on my last straw the past couple of days and decided to get some stuff to squirt down his throat to make him quit. (No, I didn't buy a noose, I said stuff to squirt)
The "stuff" didn't work.
Conversation between husband and wife.

Husband: "Did you hit me again last night?"

Wife: "Yes, you didn't stop snoring and I couldn't get any sleep. I think I saw every hour go by on the clock. Then when I finally fell asleep mini me walks in the room...stands over me in the dark....and says "mommy are you sleeping? My legs feel weird."

Husband: "What did you tell her to do?"

Wife: "Told her to go back to bed. Then I sat there irritated because you snore so loud."

Husband: "Why don't you just ignore the noise and sleep, I do."


Wife: "ugh"

So I finally fall asleep around 5 only to hear the alarm go off for hubby to start his day. But you see it doesn't start there....HE IS A SNOOZER! And not just your hit it once and snooze, but the 45 min snoozer. I get up and take the dog out to pee and hurry back to bed to get some sleep after dear hubby leaves.
Yeah baby! I put my "diva resting" mask over my eyes to block out any light and hear nothing but ohhh so sweet quiet. I drift off after 6:15.
BAM BAM ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ BAM BAM ZZZZZZZZZZZ
Deep sigh
I lift my mask to see the sun blazing and the clock showing 7:20.
The workers next door decided to start the nail guns and saws at 7:20 am this morning on the new house. Never mind I'm up now.
I think I'll head downstairs and have 1 hour to myself and drink a cup of coffee.
Make that 5 mins....middle child up and dressed with a big grin and a sweet hug and kiss good morning. I guess the noise will have everyone up.

So I called my mom (insert note: I talk to my mom an average of 8 times a day)So I call my mom this morning to tell her about that crazy mother's blog sites latest entry. It is so like every typical mom out there trying to get her kids out the door. I told my mom that this lady is probably going to have a job writing a article for some newspaper or magazine..I'm thinking some parenting magazine...they could market her as "All in a Mom's Day" or something. God Bless my mom. Conversation as follows:

Me: "That lady had me rolling this morning talking about getting kids out the door for school. That is so how it is."

Mom: "See, isn't it nice to know that you don't suffer alone?"

Me: "Yeah, she described my day to a T. You know Mom I wouldn't doubt if some children's magazine calls her and she gets her own monthly section in their publication. She mentioned how she wouldn't turn down an offer to help with her family's income. Man, I'm envious. I wish something like that would happen to me. And to think all his happened because of her funny Ebay auctions that led people to her blog"

Mom: "She stole your idea. You started the whole posting your day as a mom in your blog."

Me: "Um mom, I just started a blog like a month ago and I'm not the first person to do that. There are millions of blogs out there like mine that have been going on for years. I'm sure this lady started her site eons ago."

Mom: "Yeah, but I bet she wasn't funny like you are before all this started."

Me: "Mom, I'm sure she was funny since before all this started."

Mom: "Well you are funny...too bad you didn't come up with that idea."

Me: "Thanks mom....."

Boy I love my mother. She is so good for my ego!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Makes ya wanna pucker!


Pucker Up!
If any of you are Southern Living magazine freaks like me then you caught this in their latest issue. I just had to try it!
Find some big juicy lemons. (I know, mine aren't big and juicy but that is all Wallyworld had yesterday)

Then if you have a Cracker Barrel near go in and look for Bob's peppermint sticks. I think these work best b/c they are not your typical peppermint stick...they are a bit softer.
Roll the lemon on the counter to release some juices.
Cut an X in the top of the lemon and then insert a peppermint stick.
Start sucking and pretty soon the lemon juice comes out the "straw".
As you continue to suck..squeeze the lemon to release more juice.
I didn't think it would work, but it did. The kids loved this and thought they were getting a little treat! Oh how I'm gonna miss summer!

Monday, August 20, 2007

To eat or not to eat?


So summer is coming to a close and I get on the scales and wonder what sick trick someone is playing. Maybe the batteries are dead? Maybe the scales need to be moved to another part of the bathroom b/c the gravity is having some horrible pull where the scales are sitting.? Or maybe it could be IVE GAINED WEIGHT this summer. Ugh. Boo to those women I grew up with that had to eat to keep weight on. Boo to my father b/c I got his genes and not my mother's. And speaking of jeans...if I don't get this weight off I won't be fitting into my jeans this winter. I like food. Food is our friend. I mean what could be so bad with ice cream? I mean they tell us to get our dairy....ice cream is made with milk so how bad could it be?

Well let me tell you....BAD. I joined this new great site for us chicks. If you haven't been to http://www.hungry-girl.com/ then you are missing out. These girls are just like us. They are looking to eat, but yet in a good way. Hungry Girl finds recipes and makes them lower in fat and yummy too. On 1 of these I will beg to differ. One recipe was for cheese stuffed jalapenos! We all love those cute little cheese oozing from the green pepper and then deep fried, but we don't love the fried factor on it. So, she gave a substitute recipe that I knew I just had to surprise my DH with. After one bite he pet me on the head and well that was it. I knew I had a loser on my hands. (The jalapenos not my husband) Needless to say most of her suggestions are 110% on and this one should be written off as a major no no!

Later that week we went out for a nice steak (b/c all of us Texans love our beef) and we ordered some armadillo eggs. Now that's what I call a fried cheese jalapeno!
OH, so that is the problem with the scales!
More later on my food problem!

Monday, August 13, 2007

To spit or not to spit that is the question....

Ok today I had a total "Be a Kid" moment and didn't take it.
I left my hubby at home to organize the garage and I was in charge of taking the kids to the neighborhood pool. I like going in the evenings because it gives me a chance to catch up on some of my reading. Today I thought I would forgo wearing my swimsuit so that I could catch up on my favorite pastime. I'm not sure why I ever bring the book since 90% of the time I'm watching all the kids do some new cool diving trick or "mom time how long I can stay under the water"...And for the record, I hate that one. I can't hold my breathe for very long and panic when the kids stay under to beat their record...anyways back to my kid moment.
The pool is set to look like you are in a tropical paradise and they did a pretty darn good job. I can't tell you how many times I forget I'm not on vacation and that I really live here.
Before entering the pool you have to walk across a bridge. You can always find people fishing off of it, but today it was empty and we could see a ton of little fish swimming on the surface. The kids are calling me over and I'm walking as fast as I can when I see my middle child spit into the water on the fish. Ewwwww Of course the mother in my says, "Now honey quit spitting on the fish". Typical son comment "But mom they like it....come here and try"
My first reaction..."Why I never"
Second reaction..."I soooo want to try that"
Did I? No, didn't have the guts. I was afraid some other mom would walk by and gasp in horror. Hey, I'm trying to make friends here, but boy to be a kid again!

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Feminist I'm not!

You Are 0% Feminist

You are definitely not a feminist. In fact, you are every feminist's worst nightmare.
You believe that women belong in the kitchen.... barefoot and pregnant.


Do I believe women should be barefoot and pregnant? You betcha! If I could I would have a slew of children hanging from my boob and hips 24/7. I am the mother that sings silly songs, puts my children’s needs before my own, will stay up all night decorating 5 dozen cookies for a bake sale. I’m the mom that bakes a special cake for the first day of school. I’m in the front row of every choir concert. I’m the mom that would run all over town finding that perfect fuzzy material for a costume for Halloween. And I’m the mom who will listen to your kids when they need the comfort of a mom around.

I’m so sick of hearing women say that a few month after they give birth they are bored? Bored? Bored from what? Bored seeing that beautiful baby face first thing in the morning. Bored teaching their baby to play…sing…love…? Bored hearing those first sweet words of Dada Or Momma?

That made me think of an article I read a few months back from a mother (or should I say self-absorbed narcissist) in England. Here is an excerpt:


I can't say which activity I dreaded more: playing Pass The Parcel at parties with a child who permanently crawled away from the action towards the priceless knick-knacks, or listening to the other mothers go on about such excitements as teething and potty-training. Mind-numbing!
To be honest, I spent much of the early years of my children's lives in a workaholic frenzy because the thought of spending time with them was more stressful than any journalistic assignment I could imagine.
Kids are supposed to be fulfilling, life-changing, life-enhancing fun: why was my attitude towards them so different?
While all my girlfriends were dropping important careers and occupying their afternoons with cake baking, I was begging the nanny to stay on, at least until she had read my two a bedtime story. What kind of mother hates reading bedtime stories? A bad mother, that's who, and a mother who is bored rigid by her children.

(for a complete link to the article
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=397672&in_page_id=1879&in_page_id=1879&expan)

Women like this shouldn’t have kids, let alone deserve kids. I feel sorry for her 2 boys. I hope they grow up and find women the opposite of their mother and find a woman who wants to be a mother to their kids.
What’s the problem with women today? Why is it you can’t put your career on hold for 18+years to raise a family. You say you can’t raise a family on a single income. I say BULL. You can but won’t because you don’t want to give up those monthly manicures and pedicures, those new jeans, going out to each more than you cook at home, $$ family vacations. If you sacrificed a few of those things and spent more time with your family you would be amazed at how ‘fun’ life is.
Notice what the older women are told to do in Titus 2:4-5: “Encourage the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, to be sensible, pure, workers at home (read that again), kind, being subject to their own husbands, so that the word of God will not be dishonored.” In Genesis 2 God doesn’t call Eve a wife, but a “helper”. This is our starting point. Take note.
I’m not gonna say things won’t be stressful from time to time. The baby is sick, your washer broke, dinner is burned, and you haven’t shaved your legs in a week. But, the next time you think you are bored or have had enough …remember that sweet baby face you wake up to in the morning or those precious little hands that reach up to you to be held.
Feminist? You won’t find one here, but you will find a faithful and happy mom who wouldn’t change her job title for all the money in the world.

Enroll....Socialize....Complain

Today was the first day to enroll the little ones at their new school. I knew it would be a long process, so I told the kids to bring something to do and sit quietly while I filled out forms until my hand fell off. Their reward (yes, sometimes in life you gotta pull out all the stops) was a trip to Wendy's for lunch. Yes, that is a reward b/c we don't eat out for lunch...and the Wendy's just opened 2 days ago. Anyways, I'm getting off track.
I walk into the school with all these signs pointing to the tables I'm supposed to go to for new district kids....this chick hands me 2 books to fill out. (Didn't look like we'd be friends)
I turn and see a mom from down the street and she says hello...I make the fake smile and the 'Heyyyyyyyyy how are you doing???' comment and walk to the table to begin my novel. The kids run off to the library to play. (I hope they play nice and make friends)
While I'm writing I can hear the other people around me talking with each other. I thought it would be rude of me to chime in and join. This coming from the girl who chatted with someone in the next stall of a public toilet that I didn't even know...
Anyways, I was good and not only did I not look up and see who they were, I didn't join in. Partly b/c what they were saying was stupid. It was all I could do not to slap my head and yell 'OH COME ON NOW'. They took my mind off all the tedious form and made the time go by faster. I finally finished filling out the forms and noticed I had a few other stations to go to before I could get my booty out of there. Car tag line, nurse line, verify my residence line, tshirt line, PTA line, and another line I ran pasted b/c I didn't want to be social anymore.
On to the reward....WENDY'S yes it is a treat! We actually decided to go inside to eat b/c the place just opened 2 days ago and I thought it would be clean and nice. Boy was I wrong. This restaurant is located near a major construction site. Every dirty worker has his butt in there to eat. I nearly thought I would pass out from the smell of some of these dudes. I swear one of them hadn't showered in a year and I was afraid some ticks would fly off and hit me....next time must remember to either not go at lunch time or get it to go.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

I knew I looked famous

See, I knew I had potential for something big. Just makes me wonder why I haven't been spotted in the mall or at some PTA function. I guess I will keep waiting for my big break. In the mean time, I think I will stick to what I'm best at. Being a scatter brain mom and wife! Giddy up!

Thursday, August 2, 2007

Tribute to My Mother







"A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts."


Today I sat at the car wash for well over an hour. Luckily the kids weren't with me or I'd have been in trouble! I don't care if it pours down rain for the rest of the month, my car was so filthy that I couldn't recognize it when looking for the darn thing in a parking lot. Today was the day. I drove to Denton and visited with my mom on the way there. Told her I'd call her when I got in my car. 20 minutes later she calls to see how my car looks and to see if its raining in San Antonio. I reminded her I am in Denton. (Gotta love her) 20 minutes later she phones again to see if I'm in my car and I told her Nope. About this time a young girl with blond hair in a ponytail was sitting next to me. She was busy texting someone like all teens do. When my mom called the last time I heard the girl giggle. When I hung up she said she was sorry to eavesdrop (as if I have never done that.....) and said that she went to college a year ago and her mom makes her call her before she leaves...when she gets there....and after she gets home. I told her not to worry about it. I'm 33 married with 3 kids and my mom still does the same thing. Welcome to the age of cell phones.
As I was driving away I realized how much my mom does mean to me. How much I depend on the phone to ring and how I love to hear her special ring tone. One day she isn't always going to be around and I'm so gonna miss hearing her voice on the other end of the line.


We all need to take a moment to call our mom's and tell them how much we love them and how much they mean to us. I don't think I have a bigger fan out there then my mom. When I hurt she hurts...When I'm happy, she's happy.....and so on.


Thanks mom for being my best friend in the world!





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