Hi Ho the Dairy'O

Got so much to do I don't know where to start.
What I mean is....
I've got so much to ignore I don't know where to hide.
Yeah! that's it.

Getting ready to go camping at the water park...wheeee!!!

Bottoms UP!

Something To Consider

Hi...how'ya do'n? Good. It's been a while hasn't it?

So, Sugarpieangelbottom....let me just say, first of all....you look awesome today. Yes, you do! And I do believe, that is the loveliest shade of green that I have ever seen on you. So Nice. And....OH MY your eyes are sparkly. Uh huh. They are. Sure. So, anyhoosey, what I was gonna mention deer sweet seester, is that um, uh....it appears that we might be a little bit too controlling of our grown childrens lives.

Yes, I know its hard to hear. Sorry.

 Oh & also.....maybe we're a tad obsessed with some stuff. I know. I know why you do it. Our intentions are pure. We want everyone's bathwater to be as bubbly as ours. But, really, its time to breath. Let go a little. let others learn. WE already know it all. Its time for us to let them grab a nice big slice of that cake. (maybe a corner piece or something. maybe.)
You know why? Because. Because, if you think about it, think with your heart, with your outside eyes, we are mortal. We are. yes uh huh. See, we may possibly not live forever. Sad but true. And if we never let our crotch fruit or any other able bodied peoples learn from their very own mistakes (with us standing 'round like training wheels and cranes to catch them or pick'm up) then, well...muffin...we have failed. Failed them, failed us.
Next time we want to take hold of them their rainy reins (cuz we know how to do it & we can fix it much, much faster)...lets just smile and hoist our umbrella. For a minute? Please. It'll do us all some good.

Over & out good buddies.

I'm baaaack....BBSS

I've been absent. Uh huh. But, I'm back. Bigger, better, stronger and sassier.
So much has happened but, not not to worry, I wont try & catch up in one breath. Lets just jump right back in with both feetsies. (unless of course you only have one foot then I'm sorry, no disrespect intended and I would love to hear your stories. After all, that's what life is all about, stories. Experiences. Tales that we can tell. History to pass on.

I would like to hop up on this here soap box and declare this day, the Eleventh day of August, in the year of our Lord Two Thousand and Ten as the day that I will forever more move forward and be a better person.

I'm tired of the Debbies getting me down. I'm also tired of the Little Debbies pushing me UP if you know what I mean.

Lets say we all just use our nice words when appropriate, mmm kay? K.

Much love,
Ma

Mudders Day

Yes. Yes. My friends its that time of year again. Time to celebrate what we do day in & day out. YIPPEEE!!! I love mothers day. I do. Uh huh. Fer reals.

I love my kids and my hupsband. On Mothers Day all I ever want is to have the day off and to feel the love of all those that I take care of day in & day out. I want to feel appreciated & remembered. I want all of the worrying to be justified.

But, with the recent sweepage of the kitchen floor Eleventy Hundred times a day. I can't help but think how nice it would be for Mother's Day & Father's Day to be flip flopped. You know, Dad's Day in Muddy May & Mom's Day in Dry & Sunny June.

So....in honor of all of all us Mommy's with active kids, rainy days & muddy flower beds with fresh holes for the seedlings yet to be received,
My broom & I say....SUUUUH-LUTE!

back to school

Goo went back to school today for half a day. I hope it doesn't wear him out & I hope-ity hope hope that his pain meds done wear off too much before he makes it home.

Littleman still hasn't gotten dressed today. Lucky bugger. I wish I would be happy comfy running around in my jammas all day.

Alley Kat is dressed and ready to go a few times over. She settled on her Easter Dress, paired with high heels, then flip flops, my dress boots, my flip flops,her red dorothy shoes, back to my dress boots. Oh happy day.

D-Burger is gonna come home angry I s'pose. Goo has scouts and he HAAAATES it when he has no older brothers to keep him occupied. oh joy.

Sparky works til 7'ish and will probably go straight to MaggyMae's since she just got into town last night about 8.

And....Dad might make an appearance.

Things are getting back on track

5 days post op

It has been 5 days since the boys' surgery. D-Burger has breezed through just like we knew he would. You cant keep that kid down. More on this later.

Goo is still struggling. Every morning is a bad morning. His bounce back time is getting shorter. I didn't set my alarm last night like I have been since Wednesday. Every 4 hours I have been getting up & giving him his meds. I cant imagine the pain the poor little bugger has every time he swallows when the drugs wear off. So.....I have been trying to ease this the best I can. During the day its not bad as long as he's talking, eating & drinking his throat stays moist and we manage with every 6 hours & some ibuprofen. At night its not the same. He doesn't breathe through his mouth as much but he still gets pretty dried out. The first couple of mornings I let him go 6-8 hours without waking him up for drugs. He was sleeping so good I didnt wanna bug him...that was a bad idea. Thats why I set the alarm & drug him up. But, today he took his 'nasty medicine' (liquid lortab) and he was wanting some cocoa in less than 30 mins. SCORE!

Ok....Sunday. Sundays for me are never super awesome. Never have been. But, yesterday there were a couple of funny things.
We went to see How to Train Your Dragon. Cute flick.
Alley Kat& The Littleman Ugh. Ok, so I was on the innernets trying to figure out what to do to boost Goo's recovery and I noticed Alley Kat& Littlemans noses. Blue noseholes not normal. Littleman's was much runnier & kinda smeary from his chin to his forehead and he was still digging.
Me,"wussup Littleman?"
Him, "Alley Kat did it fuhst."
Me, "did whut first?"
Him, "this." and then he snots out a blue piece of candy from his nosehole. ('member Sixlets)
It was funny/grody and brought back memories of when I had to take Sparky to the ER to get the earplug out of his nostril when he was 4. Good times.

Then we went to the movie, came home had Ravi-holies for supper, watched Minute to Win It (cool show) and I started putting everyone to bed. D-Burger was still pretty wound up and made it very clear he wasn't tired. He was being pretty silly as always. I finally told him that he had to go to sleep because he had to get up early for school. He responded with "MY BIOLOGICAL MOTHER WOULDN'T MAKE ME GO TO BED THIS EARLY!" OMHeck I totally lost it. We laughed and yukked it up for about another 15 minutes and he finally settled down & went to sleep.

Over & out,
The Other Mother

Homeschooling? Um? Yeah....me too.

I'm pretty sure I would totally rock the homeschooling world. Dont laugh. I would!! Stupid skeptics. How do I know? I know because of the mountains of homework we already do. Jumpin' Jehosafats do we do alot of homework. I'm pretty sure that in a typical day in the 1st & 3rd Grades the teachers are required to briefly go over certain subjects and then send home the appropriate work that needs to be completed to reinforce aforementioned briefed subjects and thus the learning (er..actually WORK) is achieved at home. My childrens teachers have outsourced most of the curriculum and I question how much they actually teach. No longer do their teachers teach reading to those who struggle. No. They send them to 'reading club'. No longer do they teach music. No. There is a music teacher assigned to this unwanted task. No longer is a teacher required to teach Physical Education. We have another specific teacher for this also. Keyboarding, a new subject for those growing up in the computer age, is taught by a better qualified individual and will not bother the teacher from this worrisome task. BUT...lets not think for a minute that the Keyboarding Class is actually a computer tech class. Silly us...there is yet another teacher for this. Oh, and, both of these require extra homework to master these subjects. Yup, 10 minutes per night, per class. SWEET!! Playground monitor? Check. We have one of those too! However, this poor gal is not only required to monitor the playground during recess she is also the one who monitors the parking lot during the 30 minutes in the morning when the buses are in the parking lot. Yikesa Mikesa! So, what do I think of homeschoolers? Ummm mum mum mum? I say, Good On Ya!! Really, you are probably much happier & less bitter than me. I work for a living & I get to homework school my kids. Lucky. Me. Several times the thought has crossed my mind that I should just throw in the bitter, mykids'teachersareouttatouch towel and just teach them myself. Kinda like I do anyway.

Tonsils, Tubes & Turbinettes O MY!

Next Wednesday, April 7, 2010 Goo & D-Burger will go in for surgery. D-Burger will be getting tubes in his ears. His right eardrum is retracting. Nice. Goo will be have his tonsils removed & his turbinettes (sp?) roto-rootered. Breathing through his nose will be a totally new experience for him. So sad.

Life calls. Must. Do. The. LAUNDRY! ack!!

North? South? East? West?

When I began a few days ago I wasn't quite sure where this would go. I knew that I needed an out. I have so many things that I need to get off my chest. But, then I thought. No. Happiness. The world needs more happiness. If I can just right about flowers and swingsets then I will start to FEEL more flowery & swingsetty. Right? But, today, I'm just not feeling it.

I kinda get tired of it. You know, feeling like no one wants my kids around cuz they are 'outta control' or whatever other effing phrase they choose to use. It. Gets. Old.
Holidays are the worst. THE WORST!!
Oh, we are always invited. Always welcome. You know, the phone call is placed. The text is sent. ((Really?? a text? Sorry, I feel a helluva a lot LESS welcome when you send me an electronic message)) These things, you see, are their obligation. After all, we are family. It is polite to invite everyone.
It usually goes something like this " Hi, how you guys doin? Uh huh. Say...this is what we're doing if you guys want to join us. BUT....." and that's when they start with all the problems they are having. It usually continues with the big let down....."things just aren't hunky dory here and it'll probably be really miserable for you guys. Just so you know"
Yeah, I know. You don't want to hurt our feelings but you sure as hell don't want us showing up and disturbing your little Patch O'Heaven. I know they are noisey. I know they have energy. I know you worry about them ruining your things. Disturbing your gardens. Those things are important. You worked hard for them. I get it.
I'm sorry about any of your precious angels who's psyche has been disturbed. How difficult it must be for you to move forward once we have set such turbulence afoot in your lives.
Dear. Dear. Dear. How upsetting it must be for you now that your babes have been introduced to the fact that some children are allowed to explore, adventure, wrestle and play. The misery you have endured.

Floors get dirty when a dozen people are walking around. Doors get left open when children are excited to play with their cousins. Stairs get climbed on. Chairs don't get pushed in. **sigh**
Empty flower beds contain dirt. Most little ones LOVE dirt. How weird/sad that some don't get to enjoy the pleasure of sinking their little hands into a pile of God given goodness. Oh and sorry about the fact that some of that dirt lands on your precious walkway. Lemme grab a broom.

Seriously. I follow my kids around like a damn prison warden and you still act like the walls of your palace are going to fall in. Its sad & amazing to me to witness your behavior firsthand.

Oh. HI Asshole!! guy walking up my road right now that called the freakin' dog catcher on my dog for barking at his old cranky ass.

To everyone in my life who feels like their things are more important than people.
Who see us as heathens and treat us like white trash, I wish you all a very Happy Easter.
It is a Christian holiday and you are the epitome of a true Christian.
Please continue to go about your lives as usual and may you continue to shine with the way you treat others with kindness and acceptance.

Children first right?

XXOO

Wherefore art thou?

O dear sweet Archway Frosty Lemon Cookies, wherefore are thou? How we yearn for your soft, frosty lemmony goodness we enjoyed long ago. Yea, I have searched both Google Hi & Google Lo and still no sign of you. Is no one willing to pawn your sweetness online for the profits? NO ONE? The children shall continue to weep in the streets at your absence. My quest continueth.

Chaos. I simply cannot imagine a home without it. Not a homey home. Not a home with floppy eared dogs, and pastrami with grape jelly sandwiches. You know, that kinda place. I love that place. The out of control noise, that is the very energy that exist within the walls. It is this energy and mayhem that I treasure like the sleep that I no longer get.