Tuesday's 10

1. I don't know what's wrong with my kids..waking up at 3am and not going back to sleep until 5am.

2. Big girl is having group picture day at school today. Shes been bugging me NON STOP about can she wear a beautiful dress with sparkles and hose and beautiful shoes since she came home from school yesterday. My ears are starting to bleed.

3. I have a voice today! YIPPEE

4. After this I will shower, get dressed, and be productive..I'd really like to just crawl in bed though.

5. I'm really tired of finding everybodies dirty socks on the floor..all balled up. For the love of everything that is Holy..Put it in the freakin hamper!!

6. I have way too many gripes today and it's only barely 8am. Apparently all the gripes I had while sick and couldn't articulate are now being articulated.

7. My tenants weasled their way out of their lease because they found new people to lease the place.. apparently the "ghosts" were too much for them.

8. Hubs and I are still having "The Great Carseat And Stroller Debate" I think it's likely that this child may not have a carseat when he's born.

9. FYI, Babies R Us cranks up the heat in the stroller/carseat section when you've been standing there debating for too long, then promptly turns off the air all together until you feel like you're smothering.

10. I will shower now.

Manic Monday

Laryngitis..day 2 ... Cleaning, laundry, school for big girl, her homework that we put off all weekend, volunteer work... oh yah, one of those days!

Complicated

I don't know what my deal is lately. I'm in a funk. I'm moody, I'm irritated, I'm tired. I'm tired of being asked 50 times what a badger looks like. I'm tired of the nightly bedtime routine, I'm tired of cooking dinner night after night. I'm tired of sweeping crumbs off the floor, I'm tired of living in this cramped apartment that we pay too much for, I'm tired of hubs getting up at 4:45am everyday. I'm tired of feeling like we never have enough money, time, or energy. I'm tired of playing 20 questions with the big one whenever we go somewhere, where are we going? what are we doing? why? well why? are we doing this? How long until we are there? Tired of telling the girls to do things 50 times.

I guess I am just tired of the daily grind. I'm tired of fighting with the girls every. single. night to go to sleep. If I don't stay on top of stuff nothing gets done, nobody gets to bed on time, nobody gets their teeth brushed, nobody cleans up after themselves. It all falls squarely on MY shoulders.

I just don't know what my problem is. Yes, I'm pregnant and that may be some to do with it but I was also pregnant AND took care of one child by myself for 6 months straight and don't remember feeling like this.
Even a mini vacation doesn't sound appealing. I have no desire to pack my crap and all the kids crap and then deal with them not sleeping because they don't adjust well to new places. Sitting in a hotel room with two wild, loud kids who don't want to sleep sounds more like torture. I'd rather just stay home. I'm tired of trying to figure out what my 3 year old is saying day after day after day.

I don't even necessarily want to go anywhere -without- them (Not an option in the first place) because I KNOW I will miss them and be bored or feel guilty that I'm not there.. I really DO miss them when I'm not with them and all I think about is being with them. So I'm not sure what I want.

Maybe I'm just wanting things to be easy and uncomplicated, which, at the moment, nothing in my life is. I'm in a cramped apartment that's too expensive, a town I haven't adjusted to, pregnant, running all over the place day after day, major life changes are happening soon, we're moving, dont know where, no jobs lined up, at this point nowhere to go. It's not an option to just go and see what happens..maybe if it were just hubs and I we could pull that off but we will have 3 mouths to feed. There's no 'winging it'

I have the most beautiful, funny, kids. I have a husband who jumps through hoops to make me happy and show me he loves me. I'm pregnant with a beautiful baby boy who I cannot WAIT to meet..My family is healthy and happy and yet I'm just....Tired.

The Long Haired Boy

The Military has done a doozy on my children. All they have seen is clean shaven, short haired men. So, to them, that's what men look like. When they see my dad, who has a mustache, it's sooo exciting and silly to them as they don't see that too often.

Big girl rides the bus and there is a boy with long hair. We have no problems with boys/men with long hair; my husband had long hair before the Army, my father-in-law had long hair and I will, most likely, try the long hair thing on my son. It probably won't last long as I already have 2 heads of long hair to comb, but I'll probably try it out. I am still sad to this day that hubs cut his hair short before we got together and I didn't have the chance to run my hands through his hair. I'm also still bitter he didn't ask me to the prom, even though he knew me at the time..but that's another story for another day.

Anyways, We were discussing this certain boy and big girl says "____ isn't a boy! _______ is a GIRL!" We tried to convince her that this boy -was- in fact a boy but she wouldn't believe us because "he has long hair" We tried and tried for days to convince her that he was a boy and "no, please don't go ask him, just trust us" She still didn't believe us. Nothing we said could convince her.

Just the other day she gets off the bus and is SO happy and bounces up to us and says "MOOM!! _____________ really IS a boy!!!!!!" I didn't think too much of it until today

.................. I wonder what convinced her of this and will I be getting a call from this boys mom.

Nobody In This House Realizes.................

Nobody in this house realizes:


~That when I say "I have to pee" it means MOVE IT..I. HAVE. TO. PEE

~That it's really hard to get up off the couch at this stage in pregnancy..especially when I have just sat down

~That after so much whining I want to stick a fork in my eye

~That I really hate the hours between 430-730pm

~That this 4 yr old attitude is going to drive me insane

~Your child WILL bring home crap from school..it's your job as a parent to nip it. If they don't bring it home from school it'll be church, daycare, or the park. Regardless, they will bring home crap.. and ya gotta deal with it.

~I have zero tolerance for drama. Girls are dramatic. I don't play into it. Start drama with your sister, go to your room because I don't wanna see it.

~ That I hear the phrase "nobody loves me anymore" numerous times a day whenever a certain girl is in trouble and being sent to her room. She does it for attention.

~That God knew I could NOT deal with another girl in this house.


~The best piece of parenting advise I got from my Mother in law. "It's OKAY to stick them in their crib (or room) and let them cry" seriously..best piece of advice I've gotten. It gives them time to 'get over' themselves and deal with whatever drama they are having.

I'm gonna take a sick day......

Oh wait..Nevermind. I'm a mom. Sick days don't happen. I don't get sick very often but I woke up this morning dealing with a cold. If I weren't sick it wouldn't be that big of a deal, but I am, and I can't take anything.

So not only do I not get a day of rest and recoup, I get extra duty. Had to be up at 6 to get the kids to daycare by 7 to go to an appt with hubs, left there at 930 to pick up 2 very food schmeared kids, bring them home, make 2 lunches, change their clothes and leave for the bus stop 30 minutes later.

The only upside was that big girl did nap which means I got a chance to lay down... Now, the downside.... it was not a restful nap because certain people in this complex like taking their kids right outside my window to play. The icing on the cake was waking up feeling worse than I went to "sleep"

Pick up big girl and referee their fights while laying in bed, waiting on that glorious moment when hubs promised he'd be home on time, would care of the kids, me, AND make dinner. And wouldn't ya know it......... today is the one day he's working late. Still not home. Luckily I didn't listen to the "I'll cook dinner" part and fed the kids, or else they'd still be waiting.

My delima now.. They really need a bath and it's 6:30. Bedtime is in an hour and I don't anticipate hubs will be home in time to do it. Soooo I gotta take my dizzy, coughy, runny noseish, headachy, tired self and give them a bath or skip it and pray I somehow have time to do it tomorrow.

Moms should get sick days. I REALLY need a sick day. Or a nanny. Or both... Because this blows.

Tuesday's 10

1. We've started working on our taxes..Normally I love taxes but because of our rental this year the whole process gives me heartburn. Really hoping having a rental won't affect us much :P

2. I'm 25wks. I'm tired, out of breath, always hungry, and the only comfortable position is laying in bed. Should I not still be all glowy?

3. Im also down to only 2 pairs of comfortable pants..neither of those are presentable material (ie: jeans, dress pants..normal clothes)

4. The girls haven't missed one sticker on the Clean Plate Club. Chores, however, are another story.

5. Anyone know of any nice 2nd Hand Baby shops in the El paso area?

6. I'm thinking meatloaf for dinner..........

7. Another busy week

8. there's way too much whining in this house

9. Got another sneak peek of our little man. Hubs was all excited because it looked like he was flexing and would be a hulk. I informed him that lil man can be whatever hulk he wants to be, after he comes out. I have a 7lb weight limit.

10. Those of you praying for a nice, sturdy, BIG boy can REALLY stop. He can come out small and then grow to whatever size he pleases. We already have 'big man' genes on both sides of the family...I don't need prayers about that too!

Saturday Adventure

On Saturday we were bored and needed an adventure so we headed down Highway 20..it was supposed to be senic, but we didn't see much. It actually looked a lot like Kansas if you can believe that, with the sporadic mountain thrown in there.

So we drove.. and drove.. and I got grumpy..and then we saw it. Homemade Honey! (after 45 minutes of nothingness a little honey shack was really exciting) I don't even like honey.

After that we were pumped (It really doesn't take much to thrill us) and we found the bee boxes that the bees lived in that made our honey.. Big girl started asking how the bees made the honey so I just told her they peed it. Whatever..she's 4. She doesn't need to know everything. Now she thinks honey is bee pee. bwhahaha

Then we found horses and turns out I'm a horse whisperer. These darn horses wouldn't come close enough for me to get a good picture so I used my brain..when riding a horse you say "heyaw" and they go..so why wouldn't that work now.. So I tried it and added a whip-like motion with my hand for good measure. Hubs made fun of me until he saw this pack of horses running towards me.. ya. What now?! Apparently that really gets horses moving and they aren't too scared of that electrical fence. I felt the need to scream 'AH HELP! THEY ARE GOING TO EAT ME" Which meant we had to have a conversation with big girl about how horses don't -really- eat people. So Big girl named one and already calls it 'her horse' oy! Unfortunatly we had to leave "Sofa" at his farm. (I really hope the farmer wasn't watching us) There was a really pretty white horse but he was being stubborn and wouldn't pose for a picture.

Then the highway ended.. that sucked. So we just took dirt roads and climbed small mountains (in our vehicle) and were too close to Mexico.

We saw badgers and hubs got to witness a "OMG THERES A BADGER RIGHT OUTSIDE MY CAR" meltdown


We May or may not have crossed the border unknowingly. We aren't forsure exactly but we did get to meet 2 very nice Border Trolls (as Big girl calls them) and got a vehicle inspection. I don't think they believed we were just exploring. Little do they know how little of a life we have. We were kinda hoping they would be filming Border Wars, that would have been icing on our Adventure cake, but no go. Little girl kept asking why those Border Trolls were pulling us over and were they checking our tires from all those bumpy roads... We told her yes. Parents of the Year! Ya know, we didn't need to get into an illegal smuggling conversation. I can't have her going to school repeating stuff that isn't even true.

It was one of the funnest afternoons we had in a long time.

What Do I Do All Day

I've been asked a few times what I do all day..ya know, besides having two kids and being pregnant. In all my 'spare' time. So I thought I'd break down a normal day for everyone. Keep in mind we only have one car and hubs refuses to let me walk to the bus stop anymore.

I'm up around 6-6:30, although I try to push that as late as possible. Rush and get dressed, feed everyone, pack Hubs a lunch if he wants,
We leave around 7-7:30 to take hubs to work. Come home and I'm home for about 2 1/2 hours. Which leaves me with just enough time to get big girl ready for school and little girl and I showered and cleaned up. Get everyone looking presentable with hair combed. Pick up the house a bit, make lunches, then off to the bus stop by 10:30. I leave the bus stop around 10:50 and either run errands or lately I go have lunch with Hubs. Pack him a lunch then go eat with him. Depending on what he's doing for work..Every day is different..heck, every hour is different. I gotta be Semper Gumby as my friend, Casey, would say. If he is tied up then I spend that time running any errands I may have to do.

I normally get home around 12:30 or 1 and put little girl down for a nap if she's cranky and I have a couple hours catch up on emails, blogs, cleaning, laundry, ect. Between 1-3:30 is my only time to get a good chunk of 'house stuff' done. I also try to prep dinner during that time too. Do Whatever I can do to make it go quicker come 6pm. During a normal day I am only home for an extended time between 1-3:30.

I leave at 3:30 to pick up big girl. I usually get home around 4 and I have exactly 40 minutes before I have to go pick up Hubs from work. During that time I finish prepping dinner, go through big girls bookbag, and I try to lay down and rest a bit before the evening rush. (because I am almost 6 months pregnant. A little putting up of the feet is advised)

Leave to go get him and normally we don't make it home until 5:30, closer to 6pm because of all the traffic. Get home and finish dinner, eat, baths, Help big girl with homework if there is any. Then they are off to bed. If little girl naps she goes to bed around 7:30, if not then she is in bed asap. Big girl is in bed by 7:15/7:30 depending on how the evening goes. Then it's time to clean up dinner and rescue the house from the evening madness. The kid basically run wild while I cook and hubs prepares his stuff for work the next day. Hubs will then start on any work he brings home and I will try to do a bit of "feet putting up"

I absolutely dread the hour and a half from 6-7:30. It's absolute madness. Utter Chaos. Everyone is tired and cranky...inlcuding myself.

Bare in mind, that this doesn't even account for any appointments we may have. This week and next week, alone, we have 3 appointments each week so that whole schedule has to fit around those appointments, plus fit those appointments around big girls school times so that I can be available to pick her up and drop her off. Which means an hour leway in either direction because that's how long it takes to get -anywhere- in this town.

So there ya have it... My daily life. Not quite 'sitting at home on the couch eating bon bons" is it?

Tuesday's 10

1. Hubs and I had an appt this morning at 730 (who does that..the Army) We dropped the kids off at daycare and went to the appt only to find out the guy was out sick.

2. INSTA DATE MORNING!! HELLO DENNY'S

3. We were waaayyy too happy to be at Denny's. Give us a break, it was the first time in 3 months we had been without kids.

4. Our Clean Plate Club is working fantastic! Dinner is lovely. The chore chart, that's another story.

5. I love a clean car

6. I *heart* my babies

7. I would love a coat closet..or a lenin closet.. or any type of closet besides the type my clothes hang in

8. I'm so ready to leave 745 sq ft behind me. A family of 4 (almost 5) is not comfortable in this sort of space.

9. We're watching Courageous tonight! I'm really excited

10. I made the horrible mistake of laying down while little girl napped.. It was a Herculean effort to get out of bed.

Hold On Tight

Here we are, less than a year until we are officially out of the Army. I will no longer be an Army wife. I'll just be a... wife. (weird)

I'm scared to death. For the first time in our married lives we don't have anyone to tell us where to go or what to do or what we are doing when we get there.

I want to go back to Kansas. We have family there. At times I feel bad fighting so hard to go home, when, in fact, it may be easier for hubs to get a job here in Texas, just because of the distance. I feel guilty but then I realize that I've followed for 8 years. I've been alone for 3 years. I've been without the support of a family down the street or even an hour away. After almost 8 years I crave "easy" This life isn't easy.

I was talking to an individual, one familiar with military life and works with military people daily, and he asked me "Did you have any daily help raising your two kids for the two year long deployments" I looked at him like he was crazy. "No. I did it myself. My mom visited when she could but for the most part I did it all" Then he looked at me like I was the crazy one. "You had NO help" ... Again, crazy look.. "No. All me.. 24/7" After that conversation I got to thinking "Is that so weird? I thought that was normal? Is it normal? or am I the crazy one?" I learned it was suck it up and deal. Sick? Suck it up and deal. Tired? ..not even an excuse. 2 sick kids -and- your sick...that sucks, but oh well.

I'm not trying to get sympathy from people. I don't want any 'woe is me' My point is, to me, that -is- my normal. Completely and totally normal. I know many many women who do the same. It struck me as odd that this man, who interacts with the military daily, was so shocked.

I want the luxury to be able to call my mom when I'm sick and need help with the kids. I've never had that. I want the luxury to have a date night, every Friday night if we want and be able to choose between numerous SAFE babysitting options. I want to have the luxury to celebrate Christmas with both sets of parents if I want, One Christmas eve, One on Christmas. I haven't had that luxury. I want the luxury to have OPTIONS for support from family. Granted, my family does amazing but it's not the same. I want the girls grandparents to be at their ballet recitals or school plays. I haven't had any of these luxuries.

I'm going to miss my Army girls. It makes me teary to think about. All those women and friends who have been there for me and supported me. My dear dear friends. It really is like a family. I've made amazing friends. Met amazing, strong, beautiful women who I aspire to be like. Despite it all, I wouldn't change the past 8 years for -anything-

I've changed. I'm not that same girl that left Kansas at 18 years old. I'm strong, Stronger than I need to be at times. I know who I am. I can handle just about anything, Fix just about anything, Redo pipes under the sink..sure! Recaulk a toilet..no problem! Unpack a house top to bottom in less than a week..You got it!

I'm scared. No job, as of yet. No place to live. No 'net' incase we fall off this tightrope we are walking. We don't have the luxury to be homeless with 3 kids. We don't have the luxury to go and 'wait it out' and see what happens. I have kids to feed. Kids to get in school.

I feel like I'm about to jump onto a mechanical bull.... Time to Hold on tight and pray you don't get knocked off.

That's MY Army Wife Life!

I love Charts!!

My kids don't eat. I'm really not sure how they have survived this long. Dinner time is a battle, every night. They don't want to eat, they get up, they mush their food around, or they just flat out won't eat. My kids have, at times, gone to bed without dinner. Call me mean, but I refuse to make them another meal if they won't eat what I cook. Granted, if we are having steak or fish or something spicy I will make them something different or make a side dish like mac and cheese for them IF they try ONE bite of the food but I never have and never will, make them chicken nuggets or PB&J if they 'don't like' dinner. I'm not a short order cook.

I know most times if a kid won't eat the family dinner it's because the parent makes them something else at the first whine, not the case in my house and dinner is still a battle, nightly. So I came up with a genius plan. The Clean Plate Club. If they can sit still at dinner without getting up and eat an appropriate amount of their dinner then they earn a sticker. After 5 stickers they get a small prize. (sucker, icecream, ect)

The second chart is a chore chart for my oldest. It's time she had some responsibility... Yes, at 4 1/2. She goes to school so she can have a bit of responsibility. I got this great idea from my girl, Amanda. She did it with her son. Big girl has 6 chores that she has to do daily. In the beginning I will tell her once and if it isn't done, no sticker. If she gets a sticker everyday she gets a small prize. Nothing too hard, stuff I ask her to do 15 times a day anyways. Hang her coat and bookbag up, put her plate in the sink, pick up her shoes, put clothes in the hamper, tidy up her own mess. Easy stuff. Stuff, in my opinion, a 4 1/2 year old can accomplish.

The Clean Plate Club has worked for 2 nights in a row now and so far today I've already gotten Big girl to clean up her messes around the house, so she got a sticker for that!

I LOVE Charts!!

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Just a quickie today beacuse it's a 4 day weekend..yay!! Spending time with hubs whom I haven't seen much the past week. Gotta love Range weeks!


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Preggalicious Update

I'm headin into my 24th week. I feel like it should be my 34th. Our boy is very active, always rocking around in there and definatly growing, which is great! He's measuring a little big, about a week, but no concerns there. (Our boy..hehe..that's so fun to say) I'm supposed to be taking it easy until my ultrasound on the 23rd to see if my placenta previa has resolved itself but what those Doctors don't understand is that it's easier to say than do, especially with 2 kids. I am trying to take it easy and rest as much as possible.

I had a couple weeks there when I had energy and now I'm back to being tired all the time. Caffine doesn't even help. There's not enough hours in the night and getting to bed before 10pm is laughable.

In general I feel like a lumbering water buffalo. It hurts to bend or sit or lay for too long. It hurts to do anything for too long.
I try to go walking at the gym at our complex a couple times a week but it is definatly different than my second when I was going on death walks. I don't know if it's because it is the third pregnancy or it's just -this- pregnancy.

I'm starting to have braxton hicks contractions. Mostly in the evening or if I've been up too long. Nothing too serious and not painful yet just uncomfortable.

Let's see..cravings.. Fried chicken, potatoes, cereal,PB&J Toast, and strawberry icecream (which I hated before pregnancy..ha)

I'm still struggling with dizzyness despite drinking water. I have a 33oz bottle that I fill up at least twice daily. It's worse in the mornings. May just be something I have to endure as best as I can.

I love looking at all the little boy clothes. All the cute little dude outfits..LOVE!

To my lil boy:
Keep on Rockin! Momma loves you!

Tuesday's 10

1. This is post number 2 for today. Go Check out Goat Heads and Boxed Wine.

2. I'm out of tea... This is tragic.

3. We've been finishing up leftovers for the past 3 days. I can finally cook again tonight! WOOHOO

4. I've come to realize that I exert too much energy. I'm going to start wearin goopy sweats and no makeup to the bus stop from now on, like everyone else.

5. We were out eating at Outback the other night and hubs was trying to be funny and asked me "What country does that flag belong to" Pointing to a flag on the wall. I thought look and hard and then blurted out "ENGLAND" He looked at me for a minute and said "No...Australia..remember, we're in OUTBACK" It's a good thing I'm cute.

6. I can't stop eating cereal

7. I need a support group

8. lately little girl has been talking in an unknown language. She doesn't talk much..except for in this language she just babbles on and expects me to understand. It's like....alien or something..I'm not sure.

9. I want a pet Koala

10. And a pet pig..the mini kind. Wouldn't that be incredible?

Goat Heads and Boxed Wine

Last night hubs started watching some stupid western movie and I about cried so he changed the channel (It's the small things) and we ended up watching Extreme Cheapskates on TLC. I advise you, if you haven't seen this show, please watch it, at least once.

There was this guy who sang to this bakery worker to get a free engagement cake then he needed a haircut so he went and cleaned the salon in order to get a free haircut. Which I found a bit odd but whatever. I didn't know that was possible. People need their paycheck and singing and/or cleaning their floors won't pay -their- water bill but whatever.

Then............. THEN... there was this other dude. He took his soap nubbins, ya know, those little bits of bar soap you have left over, and crammed them into the leg of his wifes pantyhose, slung the hose around his neck, crotch around his neck and both legs of the hose danglin like Dumbo ears and VOILA! Insta soap on a rope. He then wanted to surprise his wife with a lovely romantic meal so he went through his vacuume bag and dug out coins, went to resteraunts and dug out coins from the booths, and scraped the sidewalk cracks for more coins to gather enough to buy his woman a nice meal. Which Consisted of... bare with me here... I promise I'm not lying.. two lovely goats heads. no joke..teeth and all. Goat..friggin..heads.

He boiled his goat heads, which had to have stunk sooooo bad, then baked them, teeth and all, and poured his special sauce on top. Which was basically the jam nubbins mixed with Apple Cider Vinegar. He broke out the boxed wine for his woman and poured that into a wine bottle (so she wouldn't know it was the cheap stuff) and sat down with his lovely bride for some Goat head and boxed wine. Num NUM!

His poor wife walked in and said "ohh something smells good" I'm sorry but you cannot convince me that boiled goat head smells good. Not happenin.
I have to give the wife credit though, she didn't eat the goat head. Thank Goodness.

Maybe I would have been better off watching the Western movie.

MY deployment Rules

I've been through three deployments..in six years. It sucks. Big time. It's not fun but it is survivable! You may be feeling like you won't make it, but I promise, you will! Because the deployment Gods like me so much I decided to make my own list of Deployment Rules. Grab a brownie, sit back, and enjoy!


1. Stay busy. The busier you are the less time you have to think. Thinking is bad.

2. Do something for YOU! My last deployment I was a workout queen. It was for me, I enjoyed it, I felt good, it reduced stress, it was also an hour I had away from my kids every morning, thanks to the lovely gym daycare. Whatever your thing is, do it.

3. You are allowed to occasionally (key word) wallow. Grab a sappy movie, a pan of brownies and a bottle of wine, if that's your thing and have yourself a time. But remember.. Put back on those big girl panties in the morning.

4. MAKE FRIENDS. I wouldn't have made it without my Army friends. They are the only ones that understand what you are going through. Don't act stuck up and snotty and refuse to make friends..it'll only hurt you in the end.

5. Routine, routine, routine. Especially if you have kids. Get yourself into a routine and stick to it. I have 2 routines, one when hubs is home and one when he isn't. Even though he's home now, on the times where he pulls 24hr duty I still revert back to my "hubs away, lets play" routine

6. There's always that one new wife..reach out to her, if you have been around the block a time or two. I'm sure we all remember being that wife and we also remember those that did/did not reach out to us. It's a scary thing being a new wife, first deployment, away from family.

7. YOU have no rank. Your HUSBAND has rank. You are not your husband. You are a person. Don't pull it. Not attractive.

8. Learn to ask for help. It's okay, really!

9. It will end. I promise. The day it ends will be one of the best days of your life and will make all the crap you went through seem nonexistant

10. Murphina sucks. She will come to visit. The day your spouse deploys. There's no way around it. Suck it up and deal. Murphina is Murphy's (as in Murphy's deployment law, everything that breaks can and will the day your spouse leaves) Sister in crime. I don't use the phrase Murphy, No man has ever given me such trouble so it's Murphina.

and Lastly:

11. You are stronger than you think you are! Repeat that to yourself, over and over again.

My Horrible, no good, very bad day

Ever have one of those days where nothing goes your way.......yesterday was that day.

First I ripped my brand new pair of maternity jeans as I was putting them on..really nice ones I got on sale that actually looked like cute fitted jeans and not like blue balloons..well, I didn't rip them, they were faulty. I think they may be able to be fixed but..STILL! I was really wanting to look nice in them. I had only worn them for maybe 5 hours before yesterday.

Then somebody took it upon themselves to bash their red 'sort of a car' into the door of my white very nice vehicle. Red stands out quite a bit on white, FYI. Granted, no body damage and the red paint can probably be buffed out..but..for reals!?

Little girl refused to nap and I desperatly needed peace and quiet. It had been nearly 2 weeks since I've had any alone time..totally..alone. My personality is green (look it up) and us greens NEED quiet, peace and order in our lives. I've had none of that.

annnd then..my dessert fiasco. I had been craving eclairs for 3 days, finally broke down and bought the ingredients and unfortunatly got the wrong ingredients (not my fault..the stores fault...hehe) and Didn't realize this until I assembled it and it looked like a pudding river with little ghram cracker boats and called my mom trying to figure out why. I decided to be hopeful that it would set up a little bit and put it in the fridge...Waited, waited, jiggled it again and it wasnt soupy (that I could see) ..VICOTRY... took it out of the fridge and it bumped into the fridge door...apparently it wasn't set and sent a pudding soup waterfall over everything, me included.

Then there was the dinner I made, which consisted of dumping a frozen bagged meal into a pan. My family is lucky they got anything at all.

There were the disobedient, failure to listen kids all day.

The kicker was the heartburn I got last night..probably from dinner. I go get my handy dandy Tums, only to find that Hubs has been using them for a snack, just because they taste good, But no worries, he so generously left me one. ONE..FREAKIN..TUMS (Which don't do much of anything in terms of fixing heartburn by the way)

I had never been so ready for bed...luntil someone..an unknown someone called me at 1am, waking me up and ever so nicely left me a voicemail of...............silence. 5 minutes of silence. How nice of them.

Out of the mouth of my babe

Big girl comes up to me today, takes my hand, looks deep into my eyes and says

"Mom, Here soon I'm gonna marry daddy and get a princess ring like you"

"Well, hon, if you marry dad who am I going to be married to?"

"You can just marry another boy, You'll find one. Daddy and I will have our princess wedding with cupcakes that have rings on top"

"But sweetie, what about mommy?"

"You can come to the princess wedding too, with your new hubsand" (yes..Hubsand)

"Does daddy know you are marrying him?"

"Not yet. But he will"


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Then I was cooking dinner and she came up to me and asked me what we were having for dinner. I tell her and she walks off, then comes back with her little coin purse and hands me all the money in it. Which equals .72 and says "Here is my monies so I can eat dinner" I ask her what dinner because her daddy always says when she asks if we can go out to eat "Do you have money for that? So I was trying to figure out if she was trying to weasle her way into eating out and she says "For the dinner your cooking"

I tell her she doesn't have to pay mommy for cooking dinner and I love her so thats why I cook for her and she goes "Nope. Here. Take it. I have to pay for my dinner" So, to make her happy, I took her .72 and will put it back in her coin purse later. She comes back to me a few minutes later and says "I need a ticket now" "For what" I ask. "So that I know that I paid"

(MAN, that child is SO like me!!! I believe I've had the same conversation with my parents.)

Tuesday's 10

1. Last day of big girls Christmas vacation. The fighting children has got to stop.

2. It has been a really nice 2 weeks. I've been spoiled way beyond what I deserve, It's been so nice having hubs home a lot and he's pitched in and helped soooo much.

3. I am hoping to get my house back in normal order today.

4. We made Baby bubbas registry a few days ago. It was so exciting to check out all the boy clothes.

5. We also felt the outline of his arm/leg last night, which was really cool!

6. Our ultrasound showed that I had Placenta Previa. I have another ultrasound in a few weeks to see if anything has changed, if not we will be discussing bed rest/c-section, ect. It took me a few days to come to terms with it but for now I'm taking it as easy as possible and just awaiting the next ultrasound. They did catch it early, so that's good and it explains a lot of things I've been feeling. Baby is doing good though and as active as ever.

7. The girls "baked" a playdough cake in the oven..I didn't realize this until I went to put in a pan of brownies and baked them almost through when Big girl informed me that I was messing up her cake. grrr

8. Hubs treated me to a mani/pedi..I love this place I went. They give out wine. I'm going back after Boy is born

9. I'm going to see Wicked!!!

10. Watch Down Periscope tonight...I think so!

Motherhood

Motherhood. So Complicated. Most mothers know that at times motherhood can be a very thankless job. You cook, only to have the kids not like it. You clean, only to have someone mess it up right after you finish. You do the dishes, just to hear "mooomm, I'm hungry" You labor with a child, feed the child, sacrificing your body, and they say "I hate you" Granted, you know they don't mean it but it still stings a bit and every mom knows this.

Motherhood is hard. Very hard. It's not fun at all times and it's definatly not easy most of the time. It's not always glowey, look at my precious child. Motherhood is way harder than I ever thought it would be. Being a mom makes you appreciate your own mom and the sacrifces she made. Staying up all night with a sick child, sacrifcing your wants because your child needs new shoes. Being dead tired and having to wake up at 6am and prepare breakfast, baths, and break up fights only to have to stay up until 3am that same day because the other child is sick.

You watch your child make mistakes and for their own good you let them. You stand back and let them make those mistakes because that's the only way they will learn and it breaks your heart and you weep because it's not fair. You want to protect them, from the stove, from friends, from bullies, from cars, from sickness, and that isn't always possible. It isn't always the best thing to do. At times you have to let your child grow and learn from the choices they make. You have to stand there and silently let them make their choices and pray that it works out. It breaks a moms heart into millions of pieces to do that but that's what you have to do at times.

I don't know that you can truly appreciate your mom until you are one. It doesn't get easier as they get older. Emotionally, it gets hard. Sure, the sleep may be most consistant but even though you can sleep, at nights you lay awake worrying about them.

No matter what, though, you always, always, ALWAYS love them. Love does not change. Most moms try their hardest to be the best moms they can and do the best for their kids, even if their kids don't see it that way.

Everything they do, they do in love, just wanting the best for their babies.