Tuesday's 10

1. We have a microwave!! After 6 months of no microwave someone gave us one. The kids are SOO excited! Big girl says "YAY!! now we can have popcorn!!" Little girl wants to microwave everything, even her cereal.

2. I got 10 hours of sleep last night.. Apparently that's how much I need to feel rested because I'm feeling fairly good today.

3. Why is everyone so hyped about Angelina Jolie's nappy, skinny, ugly leg and the fact she felt the need to flaunt it? It's gross..not attractive..and stupid.

4. For the past two days my kids have gone from one extreme to the other. Hyper, screaming, playing then fighting, tattling, whining. There has been no inbetween.

5. I'm really really tired of seeing Angelina's ugly leg.. It really is an ugly leg. She needs a few cupcakes.

6. It's time to play some serious catch up today.

7. New rule for my kids: If you need me, come to me. Don't sit there and holler at me non stop.

8. I'm getting really tired of people harping on me that Lil girl isn't fully potty trained yet. Yes, I know she's 3. She just started being ready, within the past few months. I played the other game where I try to force a child to be potty trained, doesn't work. So instead of fighting with lil girl for the past year I've let her be and now that she's ready she's mastering it. No accidents in 5 days with very little help on my part! I refuse to push a kid to potty train.

9. Little girl just called me "her babboon"... I guess that's better than what she called her dad.. "bad babboon" We're the babboon family.

10. Dear Angelina: Bony is not hot! Krispy Kremes will cure that leg issue you're having. I am not Team Bradgelina. Team Jennifer all the way!

Too Tired to Think Of a Title..................

Tired doesn't even begin to express what I'm feeling today. I'm exausted, worn out, ready for the weekend..and it's only Monday. Sleep is becoming more and more rare. Between my aches and uncomfortableness and the kids, a solid nights sleep is unheard of and all it takes is one really bad night to knock me on my butt. Sleeping in is also unheard of. It's been weeks..upon weeks..upon weeks since I've slept in past 6:30. For those who have been pregnant, it's hard enough to be 30 weeks, let alone 30 weeks, 2 kids, one in the ER, and all the stress we have piled up on us at the moment.

Last night I was awake from 11-2:30 off and on. Uncomfortable and then little girl got up with bad dreams, thirsty, hungry, 'not tired', and I dealt with that stuff.. dozed from 2:30-5:30 and big girl was up because, well, I'm not quite sure but she got put back in bed.. 6am rolls around and big girl is up again saying her nose is bleeding. I pried my eyes open as much as humanly possible to see a small dot of blood on a tissue. Fine, whatever, go lay on the couch and watch cartoons. Then the next 30 minutes were filled with "mooomm, more bleed!" until I finally realized that any more sleep wasn't going to happen.

By 7:30 her nose wasn't any better and was ebbing towards worse so I called the tele nurse who told me to take her to the ER.. yay..ER run! Exactly what I wanted to do instead of sitting in my robe trying to be alert. Hubs came home and off we went.. and sat there until 10:30. She's fine, no worries. Dry desert air, blah blah, don't know why it won't quit. whatever. To the nice surprise that she couldn't go to school today. Unfortunatly today was Crazy Hat day and the day daddy got to eat lunch with her at school. So glad we worked on a stinkin crazy hat all weekend for her to not be able to wear. I actually had high hopes this afternoon, having both of them home, we'd all cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.. ya..not happening.

So now here I am.. No rest in sight because with two home they keep picking at each other and fighting and arguing and can't agree on one movie to watch. And as soon as there is a lull of 15 mins of quiet one of them comes up with a new crisis. The latest, big girl comes running up to be near tears because she has to go to the bathroom... so GOO!!! Don't tell me, Don't wail, just.. go.

On a more positive note, today I hit 30 weeks. wow. In less than 10 weeks will be having a little boy! Holy Macaroons! We're also counting down to March 12th, which is little girls spring break and Hubs is actually taking leave for two weeks! We haven't had leave without moving or a dire circumstance in... far too long. We will also be taking a trip to see Joshs grandma and for him to do some testing. I.. can't.. wait. A Semi-vacay. Work vacay..but vacay nonetheless! I'm trying to hang on until then, hoping after this little trip we will all come back recharged and positive and ready to tackle anything. Stress is knocking at every door. Uncertainty is around every corner. And at this point, I really see no light at the end of our tunnel.. our long term tunnel.

At this point we really really need a fresh dose of energy, rest, recouperation, and happiness and we are praying that comes fast! As for today, I will survive. Believe it or not, tiredness will -not- kill you and I will get through today. Tomorrow will take care of itself. I hope.

I hate crafts!!!!

I'm all for school spirit.. Raw raw!.. I participated when big girl had school spirit week awhile back..I grinned, I participated. I participated in Red Ribbon Week.. Say No to Drugs! raw raw!

Now pops up Dr. Seuss week. I rolled my eyes, I complained.. but whatever at least they gave us about 2 weeks notice to plan ahead. So, being the optimistic ahead of the game mom that I am, I went to Target and in one day knocked out Crazy Hat day and Crazy Sock Day. Both those on sale..bam! done! go me! I rock! Also had "horton hears a Hoo" day 'wear freakin elephant ears' taken care of..via hubs. I officially gave him the job of making elephant ears this weekend. Perfect! I rock! We just had to worry about Dress up like a Dr Seuss Character day and find something green to wear for Green Eggs and Ham day. Not a huge deal.

I was so proud of myself for buying a crazy hat at Target, on sale at that, and boasted to Big girl that this was her special crazy hat and she is sooo excited to wear that hat... Until she brings home a note today, Friday, about Crazy hat day, Monday. "Don't go buy a hat..make one. Make a crazy hat with anything you can think of, please refrain from food objects" Like I'm gonna cram a PB&J on her head.. Good Lord!

Are.. YOU.. FREAKING..KIDDING ME?! I JUST BOUGHT A HAT!! Now, along with the normal weekend homework (Book report and cut up magazines to find things that start with the 2 weekly letters and glue them in a book) I get to 1. Go to the store to get stupid crafing crap, 2. BUILD a freakin hat, 3. and it involves art supplies which she is grounded from for being absurd with Glitter. And what am I going to do with my crazy hat I bought? I'm not returning a $2 hat I bought, It's not even hat season here. Now I just have a stupid, ugly, crazy hat that nobody can wear cluttering their bedroom. And I get to break it to her that she can't wear the hat I bought! Along with making elephant ears.

Do they realize my weekend is only 2 days? Do they realize that -maybe- we had plans besides staying home all weekend to do homework and craft stupid crap!? Or perhaps I wanted to spend time with my husband who is working 0430-6pm everyday? or that my kids maybe wanted to go to the park or something with their dad they only see for an hour a day. I'm sorry, but glitter and glue is not my idea of a good time. It's messy and sticky. I want to like it but I just don't. I'd rather have hives.

I'm too pregnant to deal with this crap! I have half a mind to send her in the Target hat and tell them I made it. Take that school!

Being a Mom Changes You

I don't get much time alone and by 'alone' I mean the house is completely empty except for me. It rarely happens. This weekend, though, I got that rare chance. For a couple hours Hubs took the kids to the park and I got to stay home and do nothing.

The first hour or so was great. I reveled in the quiet, relaxed, watched whatever I wanted on Tv without missing every third word or having the volume obnoxiously loud. I watched a whole show without any interruptions.

But then that second hour rolled around and I got to thinking, as a mother and wife I -crave- alone time so badly. Then I start looking around and I wonder what I would do without my husband or kids. What a boring life that would be. I wouldn't have these cute little chubby faces to drive me crazy and I wouldn't have their constant ornery behavior to keep me on my toes. I wouldn't have anyone to make food for. I wouldn't have these cute little people to snuggle with my on the couch. I wouldn't get to hear "I wuv YOUUU mooomm!!!" I wouldn't get nighttime kisses. I wouldn't get to hear "where do badgers live" 90 million times.

I'm sleep deprived, weigh more than I did before I had kids, my body is different.

Being a mother is hard sometimes. The hardest job ever. It pushes you to the edge of your limits at times. But then I look at my babies and I touch their chubby cheeks and hug them and everything is worth it.

I understand my mom better now that I'm a mom. I understand why she did some things and said some things. I understand why she acted the way she did. I fully, completely understand and appreciate my mom so much more now that I am a mom.

I cannot imagine my life without my babies. I don't know how I would keep going if, Lord Forbid, something happened to one of my children. I don't think I could. There would be a huge hole in my heart and life. It's still scary, everyday, to let big girl get on that bus without me. As much as a cherish the semi-quiet time, I count down the minutes until she is 'safe' with me again. But as a mom, we do things for our kids, to better them. And this is something I must do for her. To help HER. It's not about me anymore. It's about them. It's about what's best for them!

I don't have the nicest clothes, or eat at Resteraunts every night like I'd like to, I don't have the money to buy everything I would like to have... It's about them. I won't have them forever. One day, all too quickly, they will leave and go carry on a life of their own and my house will be empty and very very quiet. ... Until my girls are 30 and give me grandbabies :-)

Tuesday's 10

1. Was craving a Egg Mcmuffin from Mcdonalds.. Sounded great.. tasted bad. Let down.

2. Now all I can think about is Smashburger, rosemary fries and a chocolate malt..mmm

3. No Mayo on that burger..Mayo is gross. Don't be gross.

4. I think we MAY be SOOO close to potty training little girl.. Like..SOOOOOOOOOOOOO cloooose! She was a really late potty trainer but once it happens it happens fast.

5. Biggest lesson I learned with my first. Don't rush it. You'll stress yourself and the child and won't make progress anyways until they are ready anyways.

6. After my "party at night" post we made a list of bedtime rules and consequences and Big girl has followed the rules EVERY night. Sleeping straight through the night and we've stopped the horrid "milk at night" thing also! Little girl has obeyed the rules 99% of the time.. So happy with our progress!

7. Found the girls Easter Dresses at Burlington Coat Factory yesterday and just may have finally decided on a stroller/carseat for lil man

8. It's going to be a huuge adjustment to have a baby in the house again

9. It finally hit me the other day that I would have to give birth to this boy..

10. I had a mini breakdown. I've been through labor twice, but this is the first time I won't be induced and each labor has scared me.. I'm terrified up until the moment I'm in it and then I just forget.. This one is even more scary since I won't be 'safe' in the hospital when it starts. I really don't want my water to break some place embarassing..like the mall or something.

Testosterone Rage

I must have a lot of testosterone coursing through my body from this baby boy. I have such preggo rage it isn't even funny. I'm not normally a rageful person, I can control myself very well normally and withstand a lot of stupidity before I snap, so it's got to be the extra testosterone from this baby boy.
Everything makes me mad... For instance:

1. The sun. It's too bright. I want to punch it.
2. This stupid stupid supid apartment. I want to punch it.
3. The fact that nobody in this house can figure out that when a milk jug or water jug is empty to take it out of the fridge and REFILL IT!!!!
4. The people below us. Too many angers to even talk about. Let's just say it goes all the way down to the fact they even exist.
5. Nobody can figure out how to put things where they belong but yet I get blamed when that stuff comes up missing because it's not put where it's supposed to be.
6. Speed bumps. They are -everywhere- around here. I just told hubs today that I was going to take a jackhammer in the middle of the night and remove as many as I can before getting caught.
7. Every time I do laundry some idiot opens my washer at the 10 minute spin cycle and doesn't FREAKING restart it when they discover it's not their clothes..thus making my laundry sit in sludge.. It's not that hard to push a freakin start button! Every. Time. Basically I hate not having a washer of my own


And those are just a few of the things.. see.. I'm not normally this volatile.. It's got to be the testosterone in this boy.

I'm really hoping this is a normal boy preggo thing

Tuesday's 10.. Valentines Day

Today is the day of luuuvv and in honor of the day of love I thought it'd be fun to share some fun things about my luuvv.


1. We met working in a deli. He didn't like me at first.. I'm not sure why..I'm a very likable person. But my charm eventually got to him and he couldn't resist me. My charm, my charisma, my beauty..ya know.. lol

2. I started by making his sandwiches and still do to this day...It's my thing. I would be offended if someone else made him a sandwich. I feel personally responsible for his food intake. I worry about his food intake.. Perhaps that's why he gains weight when he's home...hmmmm

3. There were a lot of people that didn't think we were supposed to be together.. Looking back almost 8 years I have zero regrets. Even though we've gone through some really crappy, hard times, marriage isn't always roses and sunshine. You WILL have crappy, hard times. And when push comes to shove he is still my best friend! There is no perfect marriage. I chose him as my husband and part of being married is to stick with the one you chose and fight with everything in you to make it work.

4. I also make his coffee nearly every morning or set the coffee pot for him. It's my thing.

5. He would be lost without me. Honestly. He'd forget appointments, clothes, and everything else under the sun if it weren't for me.

6. He annoys the crap out of me. Has since the first moment I met him. It's part of what makes us work.

7. I'd be lost without him. I know that for a fact. There's nobody else I'd rather be with.

8. From the first moment we met and were just hanging out as friends, he felt like "home" to me.

9. He didn't ask me to the prom. Even though, no matter what he says, he knew me and we were kinda friends, he thought I was hot so he still should have asked me. And no, he won't live that down. ever.

10. We're already starting that "old person" banter. Ya know, that banter where you pick on each other just to annoy them, or hide the salt just to get them riled. ya, that's how we roll.

Wicked!

Last night Hubs and I were able to go see the musical Wicked! If you haven't seen it I highly suggest it! It was amazing, especially since I'm from Kansas :-) It was long, about 3 hours, but definatly worth it.

The vocals were incredible! Absolutely incredible! The sets and lighting, amazing!

It was hilarious. I kept telling Josh that GA-linda (hehe) reminded me of Lillia.

If it comes to a city near you, you should definatly spend the money and go see it! It was such a fun night and an awesome show!

The only hesitation I have... If you are 7 months pregnant don't wear 4 inch heels! My legs feel like jello this morning.

We Party at Night

I really think my kids are allergic to sleeping. Let's take last night for instance. I went to bed around 10, by 11 I was up with a kid. From 11-3:30am. In and out of bed. And they weren't even up for good reasons. They were up because they were thirsty, or bored (WTH?!), or just 'cooulldn't sleeeepp'. At one point, around 2:30 I had finally dozed off and I awoke startled and rolled over to see every light in the house on..Big girl was pooping..POOPING! At 2:30am!! Are ya CRAPPIN' me (No pun intended) Who Poops at 2:30am? I didn't even think that orifice worked at that time. It was all I could do to not unleash the Fury Of Mom on her. She has had issues with that part of life anyways so to keep myself out of specialists offices I appease her and am patient and kind when it comes to that area. So I stood there..and waited..and gritted my teeth. Then the child has the audacity to grin at me when I tell her to stay in bed and -not- get up again...I swear, steam came out of my ears.

At another point I, again, had a mommy alert that something wasn't right and I woke up to find little girl sitting on the couch whimpering for an unknown reason.

Hubs, God Bless Him, he's a saint. I didn't bother him during this time because he already has to get up at 04:30 but he did get up once with the girls. Bless his heart! I don't even want to think about how I'm going to function when I have a new baby and they pull these stunts. For real, If you have any hints..please please tell me. I will try anything!! These nights don't happen too terribly often but they happen and they need to stop.

It's not even like I appease them. Yah, I'll give them a sip of water, heck, I get thirsty too in the night but they are told to stay in bed..over and over.. go to sleep, over and over. "I don't care if you can't sleep, just lay there quietly"

And then during all this craziness the stupid yappy dog belonging to the people below us was yapping constantly. Yappers started at 2pm (yes, in the afternoon) and I think he finally shut up around 4am. I kid you not. Darn..near..constant. It doesn't bother me too much because I can drown it out and I can't hear it when I'm asleep but it's the principle of the matter. I also wonder how they don't kill the dumb dog. I'm a dog lover and all just like everyone else but..really?! There's nothing to bark at at 2am..Not a doggon thing (again, no pun intended) I would really like to go knock on their door and ask how they deal with it because it happens nearly nightly. I'm honestly very curious how they deal with such constant yappy behavior. Of course, maybe it doesn't bother them..her.. and her..and maybe a him (I'm not really sure of the living situation) because as far as I can tell they..her?..don't have any sort of 'real' job. Boomy music all night, boomy music all day.. I'm not sure how they pay their rent.

I'm not sure that I'm going to have room for food today. Between the normal water intake so I don't get contractions and the caffine to keep me functioning.... I think we are hitting up Smashburger tonight. Yup, that sounds good.

Wednesday Night Means.........................

The Only thing good about Wednesdays:



It's DOG NIGHT!!!!!!! (Dog the Bounty Hunter, that is)

It's well known that at 8pm Mommy is OFF DUTY! I don't do Real Housewives, or Kardashians, or The Bachelor..Don't have enough energy for that kind of catty drama..........so Bring on the DOG!!!!!!!!

I think I'm entitled to one hour, one night a week.

YAY for Wednesday!

Tuesday's 10

1. 90 days to go...

2. I'm freaking. Nothing is ready. absolutely nothing. I wanna cry.

3. Every morning I must have the "no you cannot wear that to school" fight with big girl. oy!

4. I woke up to the smell of chicken this morning..it was horrible. Hubs is on a new health kick. Pregnant woman plus chicken is NOT a good combo. uughh

5. Going to see Wicked in 5 days!! OH..EM..GEE

6. I already have my outfit too...I'm excited

7. Hubs made a really good dinner last night. Now that I know he can cook he is in for it. I don't think he realizes what he's started..........

8. I love Ross

9. We just got through the dreaded spirit-week at big girls school... Now at the end of the month theres Dr Seuss week. Crazy hat day, dress in all green, dress up like Dr Seuss, build a freakin float...I wanna cry.

10. Like I don't have enough going on. Now I gotta somehow build a mini-float. I don't think they mean Rootbeer either.. I'd be down with that.

I Used To Be Perfect

I used to have a perfectly clean house............ until I had kids

I used to have perfectly cooked meals every night.......until I had kids

I used to have perfectly paid-on-time bills...............until I had kids

I used to be a perfect parent.................until I had kids

I used to have perfect kids................until I had kids

I used to have enough money and then some..............until I had kids

I used to be perfectly dressed and manicured............until I had kids

I used to have a "perfect" marriage..............until I had kids

I always knew what to do as a parent before I was one, I always had enough money until I had kids and one came home from school with stained or ripped clothes and I had to spend money that I didn't have to replace those. I always had clean, new stylish clothes until I had kids and their needs became more important than my wants. I used to have a perfectly clean house until I had kids. My kids were always well behaved and polite and never did anything bad until I had kids. I never had clashes and fights with my husband over the kids before I had my kids.

Would I trade all that for my kids.................. Never in a million, billion years!

Mental Torture

This is the kind of mental torture I deal with daily:

Big girl came home from school the other day with a hole in her shirt. I asked her how the hole got there. Her response:

"I spilled my juice and that's what caused the hole"
"Juice caused a hole in your shirt?"
"yes"

Then I ask if she ate all her chicken at lunch:
"I ate the peepee part of the chicken but not the rest"
blank stare... "what is that?!"
"The peepee part..I ate that part. A chicken is a bird, mom"
"Thank you..I had no clue what a chicken was.. Did you at least behave today?"
She's quiet........... and blinking.... "Mom, Does a badger have diseases?"


I'm kinda concerned about the school food budget if they are serving chicken w/ peepee parts and fabric eating juice..........

It's a beautiful Day!!!

To my baby boy

To my baby boy,

I never thought I'd get to say that. "My baby boy" Wow! I still can't believe I'm going to have you.. a baby boy. I can't wait to hold you in my arms, touch your little toes and fingers, touch your soft hair. You, my boy, have made our family complete! I'm 26wks pregnant now..only 90 days until I will hold you. I am so excited to meet you. I dreamed that you had your daddies hair and face shape, along with my facial features. We'll see if that proves true.

You are a very active baby. From our very first ultrasound at 9 weeks you were rockin around in there and have been every time since. I wonder who you'll look like. I hope you have your daddies hair and nose. Neither of your sisters have his nose. I call you my "right hand man" because you always hang out on the right side of mommies tummy.

Speaking of your sisters, boy are you in for it. They are going to be two little mommas to you, especially little girl, who has already said that you are sleeping with her in her bed.

Mommy doesn't understand boys..after having two girls. Daddy tells me it's just like girls, only no pink, but I dont know that I believe him. :-)
Your daddy is so excited. He loves making decisions about carseats and furniture and clothes, for you. I may not get to hold you for the first day after your born, once your daddy latches onto you.

You are very protective of mommy already. Every time daddy starts talking to you and pushes on my stomach playing with you or you feel his hand resting on my stomach, you kick at him. I swear that you know his hand from mine because you don't do that stuff with mommy. You don't like daddy touching me, invading 'our' space. haha

You will be one LOVED little boy! Your sisters already adore you and ask me daily if you can come out of my tummy yet.

I promise to love you more than life itself. I promise to let you be YOU, whomever that is. I promise to try my hardest to give you everything you want and need. I promise to be your mom, not your friend. I promise to turn you into a caring, kind, polite, gentleman. Chivalry is not dead my boy!

I love you my son!!!!

Momma