Ahhh.... Christmas FLASH BACK!

Christmas time is very different for different people.. Some people reminisce of how it used to be compared to how it is now... How Christmas was when they were an only child, when they were warned about playing nice with their siblings because the big man is always watching, good old (and some REALLY old) holiday shows lit up the thick TV at night... And more.. Presenting a FLASH BACK!!!!



Then...

Once upon a time twenty plus years ago
I looked out a window as it started to snow
The month was December, it was very cold
I was just a young kid, not at all very old
Calendar dates meant nothing to me
It was all about the gifts under my Christmas tree
You know the REAL tree with the pines that would poke?
Like it was guarding the gifts and it was no joke!
With the tinsel and garland and bulbs made of glass
And if one of them shattered then mom spanked my.. well...
Nativity scenes sat nice on the shelf
Rudolph on TV with his annoying nosed self
Write a note by myself, sealed with a kiss
Asking Santa for the things that I wish
Pop it in the mailbox and wait for the day
I would hear those jingle bells up on his sleigh
Helping mom make cookies while sneaking a few
Think about sneaking a peek in the presents too
Being told he can see me all day and all night
That I better be good, no peeking! All RIGHT!
Drive by Christmas lights, Mom says "Oooh" and "Ahh"
By the tenth lit up house it's like "Blah, blah, blah, blah!"
Go to the big Christmas wonderland store
Get in line to see Santa, he's right through the door
I've been good, at least mostly, most of the year
That's what I whisper into Santa's right ear
He says he's sure I'll get something good
As long as I behave like little girls should
I was nice, very helpful, and oh so polite
Then FINALLY came that Christmas Eve night
I tried very hard to stay up to see
Just what Santa was bringing to me
Singing the words to his very own song
But I never could keep my eyes open long
Then morning would come and I'd run to see
All the wonderful gifts stashed under the tree
We'd go to Church then we'd go to see
Grandma and Grandpa and more family
The day filled with laughter, food, gifts and glee
That's what Christmas was like back then for me...

FLASH FORWARD!

Now...

November is over and December is here
The most chaotic, hectic time of the year
People go crazy, roads and stores are all jammed
Even the ten items or less line is slammed
Drag the tree up from it's big storage box
Feels like dragging a big tub of rocks
Get it all set up and finally trimmed
Are you kidding me? A whole strand of lights are now dimmed!
Fund raisers, bell ringers and the schools Christmas play
It seems like there's SOMETHING going on every day
Holiday photos! Should I send Christmas cards?
Why, now, does Christmas seem so freaking hard!
"Mom I want this" "Mom can I have that?"
"Mom can I please get that cute little cat?"
"No", "Be good", "He's watching!", "We'll see..."
Seems to be said QUITE OFTEN by me..
Limited quantity, buy one get one free!
It's always the first one when it comes to ME!
I get shopping done then finish up wrapping
It's a wonder I don't spend good chunks of days napping!
"Can we see Santa? I've finished my letter!
Sending it's good, giving it to him is better."
Drive by Christmas lights all lit up outside
My kids "Oooh" and "Ahh.." for most of the ride
Bake Christmas cookies and pretend not to see
When the kids sneak a few just like young me
Go to see Santa, they are excited not shy
They now leave with a smile instead of a cry
"How many days mom? Never mind, I'll go see!"
As I sit and stare at our nice lit up tree
Christmas shows every night, some new and some old
Different stories being read, heard and told
Old traditions with a few that we've started
Everyone being so nice and kind hearted
Sure, it's a stress compared to old days
Like it was for my parents in a few different ways
But they hid all that stress and all I could see
Was how this time of year was so special to me
I follow their lead and hide it quite well
So my kids will have their own stories to tell
of when THEY were young and how sweet it could be
to simply enjoy the holiday glee...
Of course very different from I was young
But the holiday season can still be quite fun
Don't dwell on the crazies, the headaches or stress
And always try to make every Christmas the best...


Quite a difference right??? From being a carefree, snow loving child just waiting for that big day to being the parent who has to fight the crowd, bake the cookies, decorate the house, buy the gifts, make the dinner, and make sure that the kids have the time of their life. You know why it's important for that last part? Because when THEY get older and have to do everything for THEIR families, you can sit back and say... "I know..." when they look at you with that overwhelmed, in over my head, I can't believe you did this for us all back then kind of look... "Yup.. been there, done that.. I know.." :) I'm sure my parents think that when I call and tell them of my holiday craziness!!! Here's to the beginning of a hopefully wonderful season!!!! -Super Mom

Decisions, Decisions...

Decisions, decisions... The every day struggle between SHOULDs and WANTs...

Yes... For now...

It doesn't happen too often, so enjoy it when it does!!!!

A simple yet totally amazing thing...

Once upon a, what day is this? I stumbled into an idiots bliss.
the kids were gone, the husband too. So what's a pregnant chick to do?
I'll tell you now about my day and I wouldn't have had it another way!
I started laundry and fed the cat, nothing crazy about all that...
I ate prenatals and a granola bar, pretty blah.. the day thus far.
I dusted the pictures on the wall, put away dishes and that's not all.
Swept and mopped up all the floors, sprayed Lysol on handles of all the doors.
Swabbed the toilet, hate that part! But that was another normal start..
Cleaned out the fridge, not too bad.. No Pepsi in sight, it made me sad.
I hear a "BEEP", the laundry's done.. Now it's time for folding fun!
Slowing down, dead like pace... Take a minute to wash my face..
The morning's hit me pretty hard, I'm ready to play the pregnant card!
And then it hit me... Holy crap.. I could go and take a nap..
No interruptions, just me and rest... A good, no, great idea..  the absolute BEST!
Curled up snug with my pillows in bed... Pulling the blanket up over my head...
Not a sound, not a noise, not even a peep! Just the total freedom for me to sleep...
I don't really take naps, when I do they are small...But I'm supposed to get plenty of rest after all...
I've done so much work and took a shower.. I'll sleep thirty minutes.. or maybe an hour..
An hour and thirty, or two hours tops! Just the IDEA had me grinning non stop!
Crawled back in bed and closed my eyes... It didn't take long and I wasn't surprised.
What joy, what comfort, what wonder is this... A well deserved nap was my idiots bliss...
My alarm started chiming (Just about noon..) and so I got up, though it felt way too soon..
With my work all done and nothing to do.. I stayed sprawled on my bed. (You know you would too!)
Click on TV and stayed comfy, relaxed.. No longer felt tired and extremely taxed.
What a wonderful change from the strain of my chores.. It felt so nice, I may do it more..
Every mom needs a break from her every day crap... So moms, you deserve it.. GO TAKE A NAP!

Good night everyone... -Super Mom

A totally freaky, super creepy, SCARY midnight encounter... :/

Have you ever heard someone talk in their sleep? Or witnessed someone sleepwalking? Both can be unsettling or just plain freaky if you're not used to it. My oldest daughter has talked in her sleep a few times that I have witnessed. Once was just a few weeks ago when I went in their room to make sure the alarm was set for school. It was about 10:30 and I leaned down to kiss my youngest daughter on the cheek. I covered her legs up and then moved to my older daughters bed. I fixed her blanket and just as I bent down to kiss her cheek, I heard her talking. So, of course, I stopped midway down and listened to her babbling. When she had finally stopped (and yes, it was a little creepy..) I kissed her cheek and all of a sudden her eyes popped open and she stared at me. I asked her what she was talking about and she blinked a few times never taking her eyes off of my face and then mumbled.. "I don't know." Then she grabbed the blanket and rolled over. Ten seconds later, she was asleep... Yes, it was creepy. But I would much rather re-live that instead of my night last night...

Every night my husband and I tuck our children into bed around  8 pm. Hugs and kisses right before we cover them up and tell them good night. Last night was exactly the same as every other night. At first... After we put the kids in bed, my husband and I had a relaxing couple hours in the living room watching a new movie. By the time it was over we decided we wanted to play a game on our Xbox's together. (Yes, I'm a gamer chick, nothing crazy just a nice relaxing fun past time at night some times. And because I'm not into split screening... My husband and I have our own systems. We have the big headsets too. I know okay, I know.. ) Now that that's cleared up, we went to our systems to start playing a game together with other people online. It was about 11:40 when my husband starts telling me he was just freaked out by our youngest daughter. "I think she's sleepwalking... She came in like she was looking for something and then started walking in a circle. I picked her up and put her in the chair with me and she seemed dazed... Then she got down and left.." By the time he finished telling me that, I saw the bathroom light pop on (connected to my room..). "She's just going to the bathroom" I tell him on the headset. Then when I glanced back at the bathroom door that was cracked open, the light was off again. Okay... She was done. I went back to continue playing the game when all of a sudden my bedroom door (straight in front of me) slowly swung open. Sure enough it was my youngest daughter, standing there in her underwear.. I asked what she was doing and after that she took one step in my room and put her arms up around her chest like she was cold. I tried to ask again and after THAT she started taking small steps close to me with wide open eyes with faint dark circles under them and a wide grinning smile. It was not like the normal precious face I see during the day... It was CREEPY. VERY CREEPY! She would NOT answer me when I tried to talk to her.. Just kept walking towards me holding her arms with that creepy smile and non blinking eyes. I'm thinking she was in some sort of sleepwalking state and honestly, I was hoping she would STOP before she got to me! I was ACTUALLY scared of my six year old daughter! I asked her again what she was doing when she made it just a few steps away from me and she giggled a little which only freaked me out that much more... Finally, after two more steps, I told her to stop and thankfully she did. The eyes were still open wide and the smile was still there. I felt like she could have been possessed! Freaky, really freaky... I told her she was creeping me out and she laughed again and mumbled "hug and kiss.." I looked at her and asked what she said and she told me "hug and kiss." So I gave her a hug and kiss, relieved she was actually talking to me now. She started walking out of my room and looked back at me over her shoulder smiling. "Are you going to give dad another hug and kiss?" I asked (Mostly to distract myself from continuing to be spooked by my creepy little girl around midnight..) "Uh huh.." She said. But instead of taking a right to go to where he was, she took a left which was the direction of their bedroom. I waited a second expecting to see her cross my doorway again and when she didn't, I got up and started for my door to see where she was. I half expected to walk out into the dark hallway and see her standing there staring at me with that creepy face again... Thank the Lord, that wasn't the case. Their bedroom door was already closed and when I opened it to look inside, she was covered up in bed. I crossed their room and looked down at her for a minute, she was asleep. Eyes closed, covered up to her neck, asleep. I said her name, she didn't budge. I touched her shoulder and said her name one more time with a little nudge and she opened one sleepy eye to look me. "Did you go in my room and give me a hug and kiss?" I asked. "Mmhmm." I heard. I gave her a kiss and went to my husbands game room. "That was the freakiest flipping thing I have ever seen!" I told him and proceeded to do a play by play of my freak encounter with my half conscious daughter. I couldn't help but duck my head out into the hallway before starting to walk in the dark back to my room. I have never felt that way with my own kids. Some people would probably laugh and think "Karma." especially given the time of year and the fact that I absolutely LOVE scaring people myself... It was very unsettling.. I made sure both doors to my room were CLOSED COMPLETELY before I even thought of going to sleep. It was some kind of night. This morning I told her that she freaked me out at night and she thought it was funny. "Because I went in your room and you were scared?" she asked. "Umm, YES! Don't do it again!" I said. She laughed more. It even unnerved me a little that she remembered she was in my room and yet at first, she would NOT answer me at all.. Just took little steps with that whole creepy demeanor... Talk about CHILLS! I love my children, I love this time of the year and I do love to scare people. HOWEVER, if I ever have a freak encounter like THAT again... I just might have to start locking my door! :/ I'm sure all of you have had your own little "Regan" moments that make your skin crawl and now, I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL! (That's from "The Exorcist" for those of you who have no idea what a Regan moment is.. If you've never seen it.. Tis the season!) ;) To everyone out there glancing at this, may your children or anyone in your house stay tucked in tight through the whole night!!! Wish me luck... -Super Mom

Cravings...

Some days you just have to say.. Really? But you're REALLY thinking... I wonder.... :)

My nights...

Why yes, STRANGER, I AM pregnant. THANKS FOR NOTICING!

           I'm going to start off today (and yes, it's still EARLY..) with something that just really drives me crazy these (pregnant) days. This is going up early because already TODAY I've had yet another annoying encounter and I've only been to the school and the freaking gas station! Let me rewind a little bit... If I have not said it before, I will now.. I am NOT one of those warm fuzzy "this is a magical experience!" kind of pregnant women. I'm not particularly nasty or mean but I'm not over the top with wonderful emotion because I'm about to give life... blah, blah, blah. Don't get me wrong, I love (for the most part) that I can feel this little one inside me and all of that but that's the only PLUS to me! To me, being pregnant automatically means: My pants no longer fit, shirts no longer fit (Or look like they don't!) standing becomes painful, insane pressure on my pelvis, bathroom trips non stop all day AND night, very little comfortable sleep, sporadic headaches and waves of nausea, unreliable appetite, decrease in energy, ability and enthusiasm, the annoying pregnancy walk, and more... Another big thing to expect is the attention you will draw from all KINDS of people in.. well.. anywhere you go. To have someone looking (or staring) at you is one thing, nothing you can really do about that and let's face it, we've all done it I'm sure. That isn't what gets me.. what gets me is when they start TALKING. If you want to be a child and turn your head and whisper about me to whoever you're with, fine. More power to you. I couldn't care less. It's when you come to me (keep in mind these are STRANGERS) and feel the need to say your crap to ME. In the last week alone I feel like I've been the center of some weird freak show in all kinds of different places... For example.. On the horrific field trip last week.. I had other mothers from other classrooms STARE at me (or my belly, since YES, I'm in my sixth pregnant month people!) like they couldn't believe I would volunteer in my "condition". Or you get those strangers in line at the store in front of or behind me (when I'm by myself) who look at me and you can just tell that they're thinking things like I'm about to be a single mom who got knocked up by my boyfriend. Or when I'm on a shoot (photography) like this wedding last weekend... I have to be ALL over the place including the front of the church to get the party and the bride walking down the aisle.. Of course I'm standing in front of every person attending the ceremony and why wouldn't you look at the only standing person up by the alter... The eyes I got, the sudden head turns.. The faces that day said this to me... Why would you hire someone pregnant to take your photos? Why is she working in her "condition". Maybe it's me being paranoid, but that is the vibe I get I swear! The best encounters though, happen when I have my two daughters with me... This happened at a store in line a few days ago... After rounding up the few groceries I needed in the packed store, the girls and I stood in line. Thankfully, I have calm, polite and patient (for the most part) children who either look at the magazines or the little things on the shelf as we wait to pay for our stuff. I'm leaning on the cart a little bit while they flip through a cake magazine and tell me what kind of Halloween goodies we should bake up. For being in what seemed like the slowest line, I was comfortable for the moment. I had one leg propped up on the bottom of the cart giving my back a break and my kids were being good. OF COURSE that couldn't go on... No.. Instead, I have a lady behind me who just HAD to talk to me.. She had short hair all pinned up and a business like pants suit on while she held her five or six random things (floss, vitamins..) in her hands. She honestly looked like one of the movie characters who would never have or interact with children.. like ever... She started this awkward encounter by leaning forward enough to tell me that my children were very well behaved and she's used to seeing kids throw themselves on the floor, kicking and screaming or crying. Okay, a compliment.. THAT I will take! It's not the first time I've received that particular one so it wasn't surprising but still nice. That could have been it. That SHOULD have been it.. But no... When I had turned to thank her with an honest sincere smile, her eyes went right to my stomach and I heard "Oh goodness! Is it a boy or a girl?" Okay.. first a compliment, then a pretty standard question... I almost laughed because this lady had already seen my obviously pregnant belly before she stood behind me in line.. She was walking by trying to find the shortest line (which was mine), noticed me and kept walking. She ended up behind me anyway so she was probably just trying to sound sincere or something when she opened her mouth.. Anyway, I looked at her and was about ready to answer when my oldest daughter says "It's another girl!" all happy with a big smile. "Wow...three girls... Goodness gracious!" is what came out of her lips.. I've gotten that a lot recently too so that doesn't bug me either.. But she had to keep going.. Going to that place that's very plainly, non of her business or anybody's for that matter... "Are you going to try for a boy next or is this enough for you?" Oh boy... I don't even know if she KNEW what she was saying or how I was supposed to hear it... But I can't STAND when people take it upon themselves to investigate whether or not I will continue to conceive! From that moment, I was sure she didn't have any kids and the only ones she probably ever came across were  ones like mine occasionally near her while she waited to get out of a public place.. She continued looking at me with that hint of a smirk that honestly made me want to slap her a little bit. Thankfully, my younger daughter had broken that few seconds of stupidity with a question about gummy worms so I turned my full attention back to them and after that it was time to put my stuff up on the belt and pay. My husband had called me a minute later and I smiled while I explained to him how rude or evasive some people are even if they don't realize it. I glanced at her with a smirk of my own and she must have picked up on it because she did a quarter turn to the side and didn't look back at me again. A lot of judgement's from all kinds of people in all kinds of places.. Another thing to expect when you're expecting unfortunately.. They're not ALL like that thankfully. I have had plenty of people tell me I'm truly blessed and how she'll probably be as nice and loving as her two sisters and things like that. But for some reason.. The people who ask in that weird way.. "So are you done after this? Are you going to be stitched up since you'll be in the hospital anyway? You know they can do that right after the baby is born and you don't have to worry about it again." Yes... I have had ALL of that crap said to me.. MORE than once.. I mean, I can't help but think of people I know who come from HUGE families with four, five, even EIGHT brothers and sisters. THEY made it work.. And yet the "normal" family size is a perfect family of four... Mom, dad, one son and one daughter. The "perfect" balanced family... Seriously people, if I didn't feel I could HANDLE a third child at this point in my life, I wouldn't just have one to have one. It's not like she was some "slip" that came about after a drunken night out. Have I wanted one a little closer to my girls' age.. maybe. But life had other plans with moving, changing jobs and everything else. I'm not going to be overwhelmed or pass my kids off to someone all the time because I'm in "over my head". Will I have another one some day? I NEED TO GET THROUGH THIS PREGNANCY FIRST! I'm not thinking about crazy stuff like that. I'm focused on the here and now people. My kids have nothing to do with your life, your schedule, your sanity... They're all mine. And should I choose to have more or not is quite frankly, nobody else's business.. If you want to see me, my kids, and my belly and start running your mouths to each other on how you can't believe I'm having ANOTHER child and everything else, be my guest. Just don't be surprised if you get one hell of a response when you ask ME or any other pregnant women one of your ignorant questions. To anyone reading this who has ever been kind to or happy when they see someone pregnant, THANK YOU! You're a smaller group than you think these days. And to all of the loud mouth opinionated people who can't keep to themselves... This is your warning! (And to the woman at the gas station this morning who just HAD to say "I'm surprised she can still bend over.." when I dropped my keys in front of the counter.. Consider yourself lucky I'm as far along as I am because instead of just hearing my response of "I know right! And I did it all by myself too!" with an overly obnoxious smile on my face, you could have also been wearing my drink..) Have a wonderful day my fabulous fellow super moms!!! May you not run in to the small minded rude people I have and probably will again encounter on this glorious Monday! -Super Mom

Oh how I love... Clowns... >:)

         We all have that something that just flat out gives us the creeps. It could be ANYTHING! Snakes... The dark.. Spiders... Tight spaces... A really good one that seems to come out more this time of the year than any other... CLOWNS! Picture the classic clown.. White face.. red lips pasted on a permanent smile.. red hair.. and of course.. the big red nose. He's complete with a multicolored jumpsuit, white gloves and over sized red shoes. Most of the time he even has a little something he's carrying with him.. A balloon, a horn, etc. Made up entirely to make kids and people laugh and smile and YET... has come to be one of the creepiest icons ever! Think of the clowns gone wrong that you have ever seen in movies... REALLY THINK. Could be something crazy like Killer Klowns from outer space... The Devils Rejects.. And of course we can't forget Pennywise from It! All of these and more have taken this classic character and warped them in some horrific way that can scar people for life! Some people even take these types of clowns and are reminded of them when an actual circus comes to town... I will tell you about a horrific clown memory I have.. It's not MINE.. but my sisters.. and let's just say I MAY have brought it on... (This goes WAY back over twenty years ago.. so.. just keep that in mind!) FLASH BACK!
       
         The living room was dark.. the only light was the beam from my grandmothers television. My aunt and her friends were gathered on the floor in their sleeping bags scattered everywhere. I was ducked behind a chair in the corner after getting up to get a drink. I could tell that I probably wasn't allowed to watch the movie playing but I saw a big circus tent and just had to watch. I was only able to sneak a few minutes worth of a peek before I was caught but in that few minutes, I saw something that I had never really seen before.. Evil clowns.. They didn't look funny at all but instead weird and creepy. They didn't talk like we did but instead made weird sounds.. They shot popcorn out of a gun and drank blood from huge straws that they poked into cotton candy. (Or what looked like it anyway.) That was the last part I saw before I was shooed off to bed. The next morning though, I looked in the VCR (TOLD YOU IT WAS WAY BACK!) and the movie was still in there from the night before. It was called Killer Klowns From Outer Space... Killer Klowns? You know you would've watched it too! I did. It was a little creepy in parts but I loved it! Eventually I had let it slip that I had watched it and was talked to about it... Blah, blah, blah.. You could have nightmares... Blah, blah.. Ask first... Blah.. Anyway, I had watched it. On days when my sister would just get on my nerves, I would start telling her bits and pieces of what I saw on that movie with clowns. She would plug her ears for the most part or worse, go tell mom on me. So I would stop. One day though I was watching the movie again (Probably sneaking peeks again..) and she walked in and asked what I was watching. I made her watch a few parts of it and like a normal child, she was scared. I got in trouble for "making her watch a scary movie" at her age and was reminded that I shouldn't be watching it either.. Some time had gone by and mom had told me that we were going to the circus. We were excited because the circus meant animals, cotton candy, a good show and even clowns. It was all smiles until we got there. Mom had bought us coloring books with the clowns pictures in them and before the show started we were able to go around and get their autographs on their pages. My sister was a little nervous at first, but after seeing me and a few other kids doing it she was fine and went on to get her own autographs. It was fun enough. My sister sat beside me during the show and I can't remember what she was doing exactly, only that we were sitting and waiting (probably an intermission or something..) and she was annoying me! And so... I pulled my coloring book (and my mean older sibling mentality) and started flipping through the pages. I would say the names of the autographs I had collected and after a minute, she was doing the same thing. "It's too bad I'm going to throw this away.." I said. "Why are you throwing it away?" She asked in a sincere way. "Well you know what happens with these books right?" I say. "What...?" she replied. "If you keep the books in your room, then every night while you sleep, the clowns IN this book climb OUT of it..." That's all I said. There was no need to say anything else.. The look on her face showed fear all around. At the time I thought it was hilarious probably. The book didn't stay in her room. The only reason it made it into the house at all was because they were paid for and we would've been in big trouble if we just trashed them an hour after having them. I had instilled a fear of clowns in my little sister that I'm sure took years to get over (if ever!). Every time I have ever told that story I always hear how mean and heartless I am... Cruel... Crazy.. Blah, blah, blah... SNAP BACK!

           I'm sure I'm not the only sibling ever to do something horrible like that to a younger brother or sister but still.. Looking back NOW, it was pretty evil of me! I don't think she's EVER seen It or gone out of her way to really watch ANY horror movie (especially ones with clowns!). This was all brought on a while ago when a friend of mine gave me a new clown doll to add to my Halloween display. My daughters didn't like it. Well they thought it was cool in a Halloween way but they don't want it in their room, the hallway or the bathroom. Understandable! :) I go into Party City and see all of their Halloween clown stuff (I own a good chunk of it!) and can't help but think of the people I know who are flat out terrified of clowns... Maybe it's this wonderful time of year.. Or the fact that my living room is my "clown room" this year and so I see them every day for at least a few more weeks.. Ironically enough (now that I'm looking at it) I even paused my TV to get a drink and who's on the screen? Krusty the clown from the Simpsons! The odds.... Even though I LOVE the idea of creepy clowns, I try to really drill it in my kids' head that it's all fake.. for decoration.. or part of Halloween. So they're not NEARLY as freaked out as my sister was (or some of my friends are NOW). On a positive note, when they made Killer Klowns on DVD, it was given to me as a gift and I could have cried right there because I was so happy! (If you haven't seen this old movie... JUST DO IT!) It would be cool if I could hear some people's scary clown stories!!! ^_^ For now though, I'm going to wrap up this flash back edition and get ready for the upcoming, MUCH ANTICIPATED series return The Walking Dead!!! Talked about clowns... getting ready to watch zombies... Totally normal.. Right? ;) Good night everyone.. More Halloween and creepy inspired posts to come I'm sure!!! -Super Mom

Why I will probably NEVER volunteer for an elementary field trip again...

          I am so thankful to be sitting on my couch. On my comfy couch, in my quiet living room.. No crazy distractions or anything.. Just me and my mind at ease.. The craziness that was my Thursday actually started last week. My youngest daughter had brought home a paper saying her first grade class was going on a field trip to a play then a picnic lunch. Not so horrible.. Then it happened.. Like a fool I checked the box that stated I would be more than willing to be a chaperone on this trip... After all, I hadn't gone with her on a trip yet. You have to understand the pleading look on my six year olds face when asking me.. "You can sit with me on the bus! Mom it will be so much fun!" and so on.. And though the possibility of me going insane probably did cross my mind (More than once..) I checked the box anyway and was met with an overjoyed hug and looks of total excitement. It felt good! The days went by.. My energy seemed to decrease steadily with each one.. and before I knew it, my alarm went off 15 minutes earlier than usual so I could get myself all ready to go instead of coming home after dropping them off at school like a normal day... I'm about to walk you through my day as a chaperone with a first grade class. The names I use aren't real but everything else.. Yes.. Quite. So, ready.. set.. here we go...
       
          The day started at 6:45am with a Halloween themed alarm. I swung my legs over the bed and inched myself to the upright position. I stared at the numbers on the clock for about a minute before deciding that I wasn't going to bail out of my commitment and just stay in bed. Instead I made my trip to the bathroom, pulled on my bigger sized jeans that I broke down and bought (Seeing as how buttoning my "normal" jeans isn't happening again anytime soon!) grabbed the rest of my clothes and sat in front of the circular lit mirror to apply my face. My daughter came in wanting me to help put in her pony tail and surprisingly she was all dressed and ready to go by 7am! I didn't feel that way at ALL! I looked at her smiling face and couldn't help but say "So.. You REALLY want me to go with you today?" She grabbed my hand and answered with "Yeeeeessssss Mom! I told you, you can sit with me and we'll have so much fun today! Now let's go!" I sent her to get her breakfast and spun back to the mirror. The glass reflected a not bad looking chick for so early in the morning, however.. I felt like the crypt keeper.. I turned the light off, pulled on my shoes, got myself some breakfast, made sure the bags and lunches were ready to go and then we were off. We walked my oldest daughter to her class before heading into the launch pad that would be my insanity tester.. We walked in and for the most part, everything was calm and cool. The teacher was doing her last minute scrambling and the kids were all sitting on the carpet waiting to get lined up to head to the buses. There was one other mother there with me to take on the mob of 22 first graders on this fine day. Apparently there was supposed to be one more, but her child was sick and so... Just the two of us.. That should have been my first clue on how the day was going to go, but no... The kids get in a line and we start to head out the door. Doing a final head count and getting the correct number (22) we were ready to head outside. We do.. In a nice orderly line we board the bus, kids file into their seats, I sit next to my daughter, the teachers are gathering the lunches and other stuff to load up and then, three bus loads later, we're ready to go. (Yes.. Three buses.. five first grade classes going on this trip...) It was a step up from a regulation school bus thankfully. This one had overhead storage and the best part.. AC!!! A teacher from another class stood up at the front of the bus and in her normal voice (seriously one of the quietest teachers I've ever heard..) she says this "We have to be quiet so the bus driver can concentrate ok? So right now we're at a level zero.. When we get to the main road we can go to a level one.. What is a level one everybody?" And the whole bus answers.. "Whispering." With that, she sat down, the bus started moving and not TWO BLOCKS out, kids are loud as hell! I asked my daughter.. "So, what's level zero?" She says "No talking". OK!!!! These kids were yelling.. talking crazy loud and being obnoxious... and NOBODY said anything!!! Level zero my ass!! Ok, quick sum up.. I'm in my sixth pregnant month.. On a bus.. with two first grade classes.. Being loud as ever.. two blocks away from the school.. with a total one way trip length of 40 minutes... God help me.... Of course what I WANT to say to all these children and what I CAN say are COMPLETELY different and so.. I keep quiet and talk to my daughter and the teacher with the occasional task of reminding close students to sit back, don't hit.. blah, blah, blah.... I can't help but look up into the mirror at the front and notice the driver is an old man easily in his upper 60's. How the hell can you do it? Will away the noise? Ear plugs? An excellent selective hearing process mixed with an awesome imagination? I could never... After 40 minutes and being stuck at quite a few LONG red lights.. We finally arrive! And apparently it's a first grade all around thing.. So our three buses fell behind about ten other buses from other schools.. WONDERFUL! We get off the bus and form a line. Slowly but surely we manage to find our way inside, up some stairs and then to the balcony seating where we will be watching the play. I sit on one end in the back row at the very top, the second mother sits one row down in the middle and the teacher sits up top on the opposite end as me. Clearly we have our own sections of kids to watch over.. I knew I had a GREAT selection when the boy next to me, we'll call him Johnny, looks down at the stage and then says to me "I thought we were going to see a movie!" Oh my.... The teacher had just walked by and a girl in front of me said, "I have to use the bathroom". This was Rose.. The teacher stood for a second and asked anyone else if they had to go and of course no one said anything so she took the one girl to use the bathroom before the show. ONE MINUTE after the teacher was gone, Johnny looks at me and says that HE has to use the bathroom. "Johnny, she just asked if anyone else had to go... why didn't you say something?' I got.. "I don't know.." AHHHHHHH!!! The teacher got back and the other mother was nice enough to take Johnny to the bathroom.. After about ten LONG minutes, the lights finally dim and the show is about to start. Before too long a whole cast came out singing and dancing with their little props. Most of the kids were getting into it from the beginning but I had that one girl to the corner in front of me who wouldn't stop bouncing on the edge of her seat looking everywhere BUT the stage. "Rose, you need to sit back in your seat ok hun? Watch the show." I'm met with a blank dull stare for what seems like five minutes before she finally turns around and controls herself.. For the most part. The second song wraps up (Yes, a musical....) and everyone claps. Well, ALMOST everyone claps. The boy next me, Johnny, puts his hands to his mouth and yells "BOOOOOOO!!!!" Really kid? Respect? No? Ok... I didn't want to snap and say anything but after the next song he proceeded to do the same thing and so I had to say, "That's not very nice Johnny. Those people practiced for a very long time so they could come out and do this for all of you. You don't have to like it but you can't be rude like that ok?" I got a "Yeah ok, I mean, Yes ma'am". Do you think he stopped after that? Of course not. Keeping my calm, I watch the show go on while occasionally scanning my area to make sure everyone is paying attention and not being crazy. A few undisturbed minutes go by and THEN.. Rose turns around to me and says "She hurt her finger. It hurts real bad." She says this as she points to the girl (Rachel) beside her. Rachel, the one in such horrible pain apparently, has her left pointer finger IN HER MOUTH sucking on it.. Ok well.... Yeah. Don't really know what to do with that. So I let it go.. Then I was told again.. I leaned down and asked what happened. Apparently she had a tiny scratch on it from between the seats.. HUH? Really? What I WANTED to say was get your finger out of your mouth, your finger is fine. See? No blood! But what I DID say was "Rachel, don't suck on your finger. Let's watch the rest of the show and we'll go to the bathroom to wash it when the show is done." I mean seriously? She kept her finger in her mouth for the remaining 25 minutes and honestly, I wasn't about to keep trying to stop her. After what seemed like forever the lights finally came back on and the show was over. It was a good thing too because the whole production was about 40 minutes long and the kids' concentration had been lost for the last 8 or so... While we waited for our bus numbers to be called before piling out of the theatre, this is what I heard all around me.. "I have to go to the bathroom.. I'm hungry.. When do we get to go to the park?.." And so on.. Oh yeah, the picnic lunch was to be eaten at a playground... Another good clue to the totally awesome fun I should've picked up on... Then my daughter says "Jenny is trying to fold my chair up and she's pulling on my necklace.." I look at the girl, Jenny, sitting next to my daughter and give her a quick eye that she must have picked up on because she looked forward and kept her hands to herself after that... We finally get out and into two lines of boys and girls and head to the bathrooms to be monitors... It was so packed and busy that I figured I didn't even have to go myself, I just had to get those kids in and out as quickly as possible. Ten minutes later, back to the bus.. While walking to the bus, a friend of my daughters (Liz) asked me about five times if she could sit with us on the way to the park.. "I don't know.. The seats pretty full already.." I was trying to be nice and say what I SHOULD instead of what I wanted because what I WANTED to say was "Seriously chick? I saw you sit with two other kids on the way here and you were jumping up and down, yelling every time you saw a squirrel and complaining about not having enough room!" But I didn't say all that... (The little me in my head was SCREAMING it... But that's all..) We get on the bus and thankfully the teacher sits her in a seat with another girl and we got to sit by ourselves... We made an unscheduled stop to check out the football stadium we just happened to be close to and that's when it hit me.. I had to use the damn bathroom! We got out, waited in line behind the other classes so that our class like every other one could get their picture taken with a statue of the mascot. While waiting, one of the not so still children (Max) started laying his head on a trash bin we were close to... I told him it was "yucky" and not to touch it. So he backed off it...for a minute.. Then went right back to it! Rubbing his hands all over it and putting his head on it! What the hell??? So I move the entire line ten feet AWAY from this thing just so he would no longer be tempted and thankfully the teacher saw and whipped out some hand sanitizer.. :/ We snapped the picture after waiting ten minutes (Everything we did had an average of a ten minute wait or MORE!) then walked through the bleachers to the opposite side of the stadium where the buses would pick us up.. Did I say I had to pee? Yeah.... After being instructed to watch their step and stay off the bleachers, of course two kids (including Max) jumped up and down on them causing one of them to slip and hit their knee.. I picked him by the hand and helped him "limp" the rest of the way through the bleachers while asking him questions to distract him. He wasn't hurt and by the time we were out by the buses, he was jumping and yelling again like he never fell... We got back on and Liz tried again to ask if she could sit with us... I avoided it by acting like I was making sure everyone had gotten on (even after the teacher did her successful count). I couldn't help but turn to my daughter and let her know that some kids are simply crazy some times. She smiled and we were off to the park. (Which was 15 minutes away..) The park was one that I had been to a few times thankfully and I KNEW it had a bathroom! We arrive, the bus parks and the teacher starts to lead kids off the bus. A simple (or SHOULD be simple) process of filing out one side to another from the front of the bus to the back... Oh Liz... She stayed in her seat to wait to get out with us even though there were five rows between us! The kids getting out stopped to let her out and she would wave them on, they wouldn't go... AHH!!! I try to say "Let's go guys keep moving.." and she STILL wanted to hang back. Finally... "Liz, just get in line and GO. We are ALL getting out, we are ALL eating lunch together  and we will ALL be there now lets go please." She finally moved... By now, on top of having to pee, I feel a justified headache coming on... GREAT! The kids get off the bus, we head over to the picnic spot and I break off heading to the bathroom... Hallelujah!! Feeling MUCH better, I go find my class (remember.. there are five classes total.. about 23 in each... yeah...) I find my daughter and another friend sitting on the sidewalk while the rest of the class is 60 feet away on the grass. The teacher comes over and explains to me that the other girl is allergic to grass. Being separated from the rest of the group for a few? SURE! I'll take it! The girls were eating and I grabbed one of the two granola bars I brought for my lunch and started munching. (I know, it's small.. But to save myself from having stomach issues or anything else.. I packed light!) Honestly I was totally happy and content to be in a somewhat quiet spot eating SOMETHING. Sure, I was craving an ice cold Pepsi like you wouldn't believe.. But I was working with what I had and it was alright for the time being. When I was thinking it was uncomfortable enough in my black T-shirt, sitting on the pavement in the direct 86 degree sunlight.. along comes Jenny.. Holding a full plastic grocery sack in one hand and pieces of a turkey sandwich in wadded plastic wrap in the other.. I didn't know what, but I just had this feeling there was something off about her. Probably just me being annoyed at this point in the day.. The teacher walks by and asks if it's ok if she joins us.. "Sure." I say even though it's not what I WANTED to say... She had this blank face on while she stares at me holding her stuff. The other two girls, like everyone else, are eating and this girl just stands there blankly staring at me. "Why don't you sit down and get started on your lunch ok?" She looks at me still and then says "I dropped this.." holding out her sandwich.. "Did you drop all the pieces or just a few? If you didn't drop them ALL, then start eating the ones you didn't drop." I swear she looked at me like I had seven heads AND was speaking Chinese! "But, I dropped them.. on the grass." Holy..... "Did you drop them ALL?" She held out her hand and then seeing as how they weren't even wrapped up..  two pieces fell to the ground. "Ok, why don't you throw the sandwich away then since it has fallen and keeps falling.. Do you have anything else you can eat?" She looks in her bag... two apple sauces, a bigger bag of Doritos, a bag of animal crackers and two squeeze juices... REAL NICE! I asked if she wanted to start with something good like the apple sauce.. Of course not, right to the chips.. Go nuts kid. Go freaking nuts... My daughter and the other girl finish their lunch and start to wander around playing tag and Jenny tries to do the same thing. "You need to eat Jenny, sit down until you finish ok? You need to hurry because those girls and everyone else are done or almost done and you've just started." Blank stare. Thankfully the teacher had walked by and she too told her again to sit and eat. This girl was getting on my nerves.. A few minutes later I take it upon myself to round up kids who need to use the bathroom. I tell the girls who have to go to get in one line and the boys in another. Rose (shockingly) wants to do her own thing. She grabs the back of my shirt and says "I'll just follow you". I say "Just stand in the line please." She says again WHILE still holding my shirt, "I'll just follow you to the bathroom." Grrrr.... "Rose, stand in line. I'm trying to figure out who all needs to go and if you follow me, then everyone will. Just stand and wait for us to go." Then when I go to let the teacher know, I notice she is off with the other mother and a boy.. A boy who is throwing up like crazy all over his shirt,, grass, and who knows what else.. WONDERFUL... I take the kids to the bathroom which of course was an ordeal itself (She cut in front of me, I don't have to go, he's pushing me...) but we'll skip it and move on... Along with OUR five classes at this park there were also two more buses from a different school who were already in the playground playing. So we had all of ours line up outside the gates so that the other school could get OUT before ours piled IN. Kids waiting in that line to get in reminded me of crazy shoppers waiting for hours outside stores on Black Friday... There was shoving.. they were yelling.. acting all.. well.. crazy! We finally tell them to go in once the other school was gone and holy shit.. It was like a riot broke out or something! Imagine a small playground with limited slides, swings and everything else.. Now add a HUNDRED children.. :/ Yeah.. The headache was coming quicker and stronger now for sure. In the thirty minutes they spent in there, there was pushing, screaming, yelling, jumping, hitting, chasing and who knows what else going on. I was ready to go. When it was time to line up for that last bathroom trip before getting on the bus, it was back to the usual "Don't do that.. be still... We'll go to the bathroom when everyone is ready..." and so on... Thankfully the sick boy stayed outside of the playground.. I don't know if it was the heat or what made him sick but I made sure to keep my distance just to be safe.. He wasn't going to be getting on the bus either.. We were supposed to leave the park at 1:15 (and make the 30 minute trip back to the school) but the teachers were talking about his mom going there to pick him up... We actually left at 1:25 after waiting for her to show up (another ten minute wait!). We got the 21 remaining whining, sweaty children on the bus and were off... My daughter chose the very last seat for us to sit in and the driver ended up taking a series of back roads to get back... a series of long and BUMPY roads.. So the baby got her first taste of a rough riding roller coaster, at least it felt like it to me. There were even times when MY butt flew off the seat... Yikes! Pulling into the school lot was like a kid running up to an ice cream truck.. I was so excited to be off the bus, done with the trip and away from the mobs of children! I was the last one off and the bus driver asked how I liked it.. "This right here is my favorite part!!!" and with that I got off and went inside the school. A few more ordeals came about when the kids had to change out of their trip shirts (All matching thankfully) with one bathroom and receiving popsicles (I want that color, no I want THAT color, I don't like this one...) but I overlooked all that and was able to get my daughter out of school ten minutes early. We went to grab my other daughter to make a mad dash before the bell rang and the halls flooded with all kinds of kids. We signed out at the office and then we were free! I was FREE!!! I had no idea we would be gone the ENTIRE school day for one thing and for another, I realized that being just about in my third trimester and going on small aged field trips.. DON'T MIX! My tolerance and energy levels are at a serious low these days!! And that was definitely a sanity test! The conclusion... Never would I ever be a teacher of that age group and especially a BUS DRIVER! Now I know why mine was always so mean... Hmm... Anyway, I held it together, my daughter had fun and was glad I went with her. That's what matters. Will I be signing up again ANYTIME soon? No.. No way! In fact Hell to the NO! But still... I didn't back out this time. ;) And I will keep it fresh in my mind to remind her when she puts on the sweet face to ask me again... Here's to a relaxing Friday where I have to do absolutely nothing... Ahhh..... -Super Mom

I disappeared.. I know..

A lot of things have happened to me and around me since my last post.. Some good, a few great and as always.. Some horrible. But I'm not going to drudge up anything and get into one of THOSE moods. Today is October 8th. That's cool in the sense that this is my favorite month that contains my favorite holiday! However.. I'm in my sixth month now of pregnancy. :/ And if you have ever been HERE... You know how it can go.. Normally, I would've had my house all decorated for Halloween by the last week of September.. This year? NO! It's not like I didn't want to.. I went through the trouble of dragging up three huge bins of stuff (Yes, I have more Halloween stuff than ANYTHING else.. ) I went through everything.. Mapped out where I would put it all.. Even bought a few new things.. I was READY for this month! And then.. It got here and yeah, I put a FEW things up here and there but my God.. It's a pitiful sight.. I feel almost disgraced.. I have the feeling that I SHOULD or COULD do ALL THIS STUFF and then... BLAAAAAHHHH... And I don't even come close. My energy and ambition lately is GONE. POOF! No MORE! Instead of sitting on my couch taking in all my creepy scenes, I sit on my couch watching my stomach make sudden jumpy movements all over the place and relish the sweetness of the person doing it. Then of course I hit my uncomfortable positions and before I know it, I'm off to the bathroom for the third time that hour... My youngest daughter is obsessed with the movements since she can see and feel them now. The other day she put her ear against my belly trying to hear the heartbeat or something and after just a minute she sits up with a priceless look of shock on her face. "What happened?" I ask. "She.. She kicked me! Right in the face!" And then right after that she noticed my belly moving like crazy and started laughing. That initial face though... PRICELESS! It will be something when she's actually HERE. My husband put his head on my stomach the next night and after a minute HE sat up and looked at me weird too. "What? Did you get kicked or something?" I asked. "No...I heard something.." I started laughing because his face looked freaked out! "Well.. what did you hear?" I said after I contained myself. "It was like.. like her hand scraping the inside of your stomach. Creepy!" I tried to get him to do it again after I stopped laughing and he wouldn't go for it. "Come on... I'm 98% sure it's a baby girl in there, NOT some demon trying to escape..." I tried to say. "Nope." is all I got. It was still funny. A few days later she was moving all over and I told him to suck it up and put his head there. He did (and got kicked) but all was good. Now it's like a thing to feel the bump or rub the belly. And sadly, ten minutes of that and I could pass out like a cat or something. Ahhh... That's not sad. What's sad is that I could lay my head down at night and SWEAR it was 2am then I picked my head up just enough to see the numbers on the clock. The numbers that read 9:16pm! I feel like a pathetic person some times with stuff like that. The other day I closed my eyes on the couch for what I thought was a minute. I woke up to my husband standing over me and a small line of drool was just starting to make it's way out of the corner of my mouth.. That minute was actually twenty minutes.. I mean energy... I just don't have it! It's crazy.. This whole last month has been crazy. I will definitely have to TRY to get on here and back track over a few things that have gone on recently. :/ But I guess for now I will wrap this up and say goodnight! I know what the time stamp says... I can't help it! Sorry it's been so LONG and I will try to suck it up and be better with this!!!! I'm thinking this mom needs to get her some kind of energy boosts! Have a wonderful night!!!- Super Mom

PS... This is being written in the US which is where the majority of the viewers so far reside. However.. The following countries have also reached this little gem somehow.. Poland, Canada, Thailand, and even France! Yes I sometimes get excited over weird things like this... :)

Slug Bug...

If you have ever heard the phrase "Slug Bug" or the less popular "Punch Buggy", you would know instantly where this is going... The picture shows a car.. a SPECIFIC kind of car... and if your parents or friends filled you in on the significance of this car, then you either had a fun time finding them or some sore body parts after someone else in the vicinity found them first. This car is known as a Beetle. It obviously sticks out from other cars due to its shape and size. Because of these differences, a long, long time ago, someone had the great idea to make a game out of finding them. Think of it as a slightly more violent game of Where's Waldo. (And if you didn't have who can find Waldo first competitions then you didn't enjoy it as much as I did!) How it goes is like this.. You're in the car and you and whoever else in the car are just riding along.. Then you see one of these cars.. You yell out the color and then say slug bug (Red slug bug!).. and as you're saying it, you're also winding up the arm that will deliver a punch to whoever is with you while you see it. This game has got me through a few road trips both now and way back when. I don't know if it's a northern thing or not because when I said something like this while a friend was in the car she laughed and looked at me like I was crazy! I was like "You never played this with your brother and sister?" She kept laughing and said no... So if you HAVE, you know what I'm saying and if you have NOT, you might be thinking the same things she was... Anyway.. I recently told my kids of this fun little tradition and their little eyes dart all over parking lots and streets when we're in the car like an animal looking for food. The only difference, no more punching... I know what you're thinking... What's the point of yelling slug bug if you don't get to slug anybody? Remember how I said it can turn into a somewhat violent game? Yeah... Back in the days when I was crammed in the backseat with both my sister and my brother, we played.. A lot. There was no holding back on the velocity of the swing either which usually led to bruises, a few tears and the words kids never want to hear.."Mom! She hit me!!!" Yeah... It even got to the point where you KNOW they didn't ACTUALLY see one and they would try to do it anyway! That's when you used the whole "Yes there was one! It just passed us and is behind us now!" and then BAM! ;) A fun game for sure but MAN people get upset when they lose! (I am the oldest... I barely EVER lost...) Here and there even parents would chime in if they saw one and were thinking about it but heaven forbid you see one and then slug one of them! Even though the parents received softer blows than the siblings, you still have those "off days" where everything pushes your buttons and eventually one good slips and even though it's a game.. you get in trouble.. So yeah, NOW they call out the color and still say everything the same only now it's a who can find the most kind of thing. At first, when I would find more than them, they would try to cop out by saying stuff like "I'm not even playing!" or "Can we see who can find the most trucks instead?" HA! No.... They're getting pretty good now.. Those beady little eyes dart over parking lots like scanners and even from the back seat they some times find them before me! It's really convenient that every day on the way to and from school we pass a university that we all KNOW has at least five of them throughout the day.. Some times they're parked in sight on the way there and some times they stay in the same spot for days. My kids picked up on this VERY quickly.. They have even called it (GUESSING) before we even pass the spots!! It doesn't count of course because you have to SEE IT... So it's like our daily competition to and from school or while we're out in town now. I even go for the attempted distractions while I try to scan lots and streets. I get them talking about something, ANYTHING to where they're really INVOLVED and hope they stay wrapped  in that instead of looking out the windows... It's a little low sure.. But not even THAT holds them back anymore. They're like machines! They asked me why they have to say slug bug the other day.. So I told them how WE used to play. I made it sound horrible to them I'm sure. I told them how my brother and sister would cry and have big ugly bruises on their arms and legs.. There are a few days when I look in the rear view mirror and I swear their faces look like they WANT to slug each other (or ME) but no slips have happened.. Yet! (Three knocks on wood for good measure..) :) That is my slug bug story.. If you have NEVER played this game, TRY IT! Or save it for a trip you know will be boring or long. Give those eyes something to search for aside from license plates and street signs. You may or may not be sorry you did! By the way.. todays score so far from the trip to school.. Mom: 2  Kids: 0   ;)  Happy hunting!!! -Super Mom

Hello Again..

        While taking a "break" from writing this wonderful blog of mine, I have had people wonder... why? In the time that I've been absent from these posts school has started, job searches have taken place and pretty much LIFE has tried to run me over. I've noticed that my audience has grown a little bit since the first post and that is amazing. To put it out there for my loyal readers (like my mother..) and other friends or people who like a good laugh here and there in general, I more than likely won't be writing every SINGLE day. (You can grab a Kleenex and wipe your eyes, I'll wait...) Ok. :) I'm going to go for a couple days a week at LEAST. But seeing as how there are readers out there who both know me personally and those who do not, this particular page will give you a tiny insight into who I am... Could this hinder the decision of you reading any more after this post... Possibly. Does that bother me... Not really. ;) So here we go.. A tiny window to get a glimpse of me.. a Super tired Super Mom....

        I do have a name but I rarely ever hear it. I go by a string of nick names or pet names and the one I hear the most is "Mom". I'm not very tall, 5'2" to be honest and yes, I wait for tall people to pass me at the grocery store to help me get the thing I need on the top shelf ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK. (Happened more than once..) I have been described using the following words: Creative, manipulative, stubborn, willful, caring, impulsive, impatient, competitive, protective, and well lets face it.. that list can go on and on in either direction. (Depending on who you talk to!) :) If it were up to me, I would bake more than I would actually cook. I get thrills out of scaring people and hearing them scream. Halloween is my hands down favorite holiday (easy to see why!). Even if I am not 100% sure I can do something, I would rather try and do it instead of WAITING for someone else to get around to doing it (hence... Impatient...) I'm not afraid of the dark, spiders, ghosts or anything like that but I do have a weakness.. Snakes. And it's not like I see one and screech then laugh about it kind of scared.. More like if one slithered across my foot or fell on me from a tree I would die of sudden shock or stroke kind of scared.. Laugh it up.. I dare you! :P I roll my eyes about as much as I breathe (says my husband anyway.. exaggerated? I think so!!) I probably know every Disney song out there especially from the older ones which my kids think is weird even though they watch movies that I watched WAY BACK WHEN when they were "new". I have played both roles of stay at home mom and go to work mom, both of which can be exhausting and not pay enough. I some times sleep better after watching a scary movie or reading a creepy book. (I don't get it either.. must be an inner psycho kind of thing..) I believe a friendship goes two ways as in both parties have the same capabilities of contacting the other person and making it last. Lucky for me, I have a handful of close friends with no boundaries that I can just be ME with. If you don't, I suggest finding some. It rocks! I have learned that kindness can easily be mistaken for weakness and unfortunately there are plenty of people who feed on those kind of discoveries. Gaming to me is a healthy, safe way to unleash rage or just have fun in your "me time". (No, I don't dedicate HOURS to a console or spend long enough time on there to where my eyes hurt when I blink, a hobby is one thing, an obsession is another..) I can easily sit and watch reruns of shows that I love and amazingly, still laugh at some! I don't drink coffee or anything like that to "wake up" in the morning. Pepsi is my "fix" and I even have to limit myself on that. (Once, I went 68 days with NO soda or ANY caffeine filled drinks and the first three days of that was like detox for an addict... Not fun my friends.. not fun.. Now, in moderation is key!) ;) Give me a second while I grab a quick sip... Ahh.. Ok. I believe that family should be your number one support system and lifeline without needing to have them as a crutch. My family is amazing and I wouldn't trade them for the world. I appreciate everything I have in my life MORE because I have had to work and sacrifice wants for needs more than once. I am fully stocked and ready to go with quips, jokes and sarcasm at the drop of a hat. (It IS a skill! Trust me...) I live for my family and because of that I could easily apply these professions to my Super Mom resume`... Chef, chauffer, maid, laundry mat specialist, tutor, gardener, entertainer, doctor, lawyer, judge, fairy tale character, singer, dancer, trainer, therapist, narrator, negotiator, personal shopper, body guard, detective, and so SO much more. Easy to see where any super mom can become super tired! That was your "glimpse". I'll give you another day of life next time! Good to be back... :) -Super Mom

A quick pregnancy "song" :)

This is how I feel personally with MY OWN pregnancy both now and previously.. I had a song in mind when writing it. Think "Figaro.." like when the Robin Williams sings it as a cartoon bird in the beginning of Mrs. Doubtfire... Corny I know but if you read it fast while thinking of it, then it will flow the way I was thinking about it! :) ENJOY!





You're about to be sick, so you pee on a stick, then up very quick, pops up those two lines
Your stomachs all fizzy, you start to feel dizzy (often quite dizzy!) at the same time you're fine

Still in some shock, you go see the doc and no it's no crock but instead very true
You're congratulated, feeling elated, then you get dated on when you'll be due

You start to feel nervous as you get curvous (did I just say curvous?) as months go by
You're starting to think it's blue or it's pink, either way diapers stink.. oh goodness oh my!

Everyone knows, you're pregnant (it shows) good bye old clothes! Now it's pants with a band!
Food's getting creepy, you're always so sleepy, even get weepy! Now THAT I can't stand!

Annoyed with the petty, you're never ready and a lot of times sweaty yes that's really gross!
Sleeping's not easy, you often feel queasy, love foods that are greasy probably MOST!

Yay look at me, I again have to go pee, this has to be at least number nine!
No it's not fun, but it has to be done, to go number one.. oh man there's a line!

My running is frail, I feel like a whale, hate chips that are stale, I need a new bag!
Go out for a drive, feeling almost alive, for close parking I strive, I saw it first hag!

My walk is a waddle, I need baby bottles, my stomach I coddle, as I'm feeling it kick
A good baby shower, count down the hours, stomachs not sour! no more getting sick!

Good bye any fear, the dates almost here, time to go dear! Grab the bag and let's go!
In a gown on a bed, he's up by my head, I feel almost dead and it probably shows!

On the bed lying, I start to hear crying, happiness flying! My pain is no more
No way in harm, but instead full of charm, I hold out my arms, my baby is born!

The day it was long, now visitors gone, nothing went wrong. Now some sleep to be had!
It began with a stick, it was not at all quick, but worth getting sick. She's here and I'm glad.




Still a ways to go... But it never hurts to have fun... :) -Super Mom

A kids birthday...

                Ah birthdays.. The yearly event celebrated with wishes, cards, gifts, surprises and cake... Well for KIDS anyway. I can't help but wonder though if they were celebrated as actual BIRTHdays... Think about it. One day for mom every time she gave birth... So say if you're a mom and you have three kids, you would then have three days celebrated as your birthdays. It seems fair if you think about it.. If you've ever had children, then you know how UNFUN it is. And it's not just a day.. No, it's almost a whole year leading up TO a day. I mean kids get stuff ALL THE TIME for all kinds of reasons and some times for no reason at all. Moms have to wait for a holiday or birthday... Ok so then the father and children wouldn't have their own days... Ok, ok so maybe we all keep our own days BUT, I think that you should be able to do whatever you want on that special day. "But after a while, birthdays don't matter. It just reminds me how old I am!" WRONG! If you feel that way, then just do what I do.. Instead of getting a year older, I simply have "anniversaries" of a SPECIFIC birthday. For example, this last birthday of mine, I celebrated my 25th birthday for the third year in a row! Easy right? Yes! Today was my youngest daughters birthday and we did everything she wanted. Shockingly, we got off pretty easy! I had asked before how she would start her day on her birthday and she said "a spa day!". Easy! When I woke up this morning, I took my oldest daughter to get balloons, a spa mask, new bath bubbles, a back scratcher, new lotion and some other spa like stuff. We got home and set up everything. I was putting all of the stuff in a bag and my oldest daughter had the handful of balloons on their strings she was taking to the living room. All was good until from the other room I heard "Awe man! Dad! Why did you leave the fan on!!!" Greeeeaaaat... So I walk in and luckily only ONE of the balloon strings was eaten by the fan.. As quickly as I could I untangled the mangled string from the base of the ceiling fan while my husband kept the birthday girl out of sight for a few more minutes. I go back to bagging the rest of the stuff and setting up the living room "spa" for the my little princess. She was surprised! She ran in to the living room in her underwear and gushed over the banner and balloons around the room and then her eyes landed on the bag. She pulled out all of her stuff and said "Do I get a spa day?" "Yes baby!" All smiles from then on. She had her feet soaked, rubbed, a small shoulder massage, facial mask, nails and toes painted and we put her hair up with a little tiara. Then she says "Should I wear my birthday dress from last year?" Every year since she was two, her main thing she always asks for is a new dress. It's never a plain cotton dress. It has to look super special and "fancy" as she says. So, while we were out getting everything else, we stopped and found a blue silky satin like dress with ties and beads and little jewels in the middle of it. It was gorgeous. And when she asked me about the old dress I said "Yeah, I guess. But.. I don't know if it will still fit.." I told her I would go get it and told her to close her eyes. She opened her eyes to a new dress and I knew I did well when I heard her shrieking and jumping up and down. So cute... We started to watch Frozen at her request and after telling her that eventually we would make our way to Toy's R Us for her to pick out her gift, it didn't take that long for her to get completely restless and want to just GO. So we did. I was pretty sure we'd be walking out of there with something pink or girly like a new Monster High doll or something. We went through the whole store and looked at everything! Legos, Monster High, My Little Pony, Barbies, Dolls, and what do we walk out with... A giant two and a half foot submarine with two divers complete with missiles that really shoot AND a shark attack set with a great white shark, killer whale, two smaller sharks and another diver... I know right... Unexpected! I had to ask five times on the way up to the counter if that's what she really wanted.. And every time I was answered with an excited "yes!". It's a nice surprise but surprise just the same! After the toy store we grabbed some lunch and headed to the park where she ran with her sister all over the playground for nearly two hours. While they played, my husband and I sat in the shade at a picnic table. While we sat there I couldn't help but hear "CAWWW! CAWWW!" from up behind me... My first thought.. that damn bird from outside my window FOLLOWED me! And if not him specifically then it was a not so distant cousin! They were BOTH so ANNOYING! And he hung around for about 15 minutes! It was time to go... After the park we cooled off with giant slushies and went back home to bust out the new toys. Later there was a silly string fight and running around outside. I asked her what she wanted for dinner and it was simple.. Mac and cheese.. An easy pleaser today. LOVE IT! She had her exquisite cuisine and then we brought out the birthday cake complete with a number 6 candle and some sparkler accent calendars. It was chocolate just like she wanted and the look on her face as she scrunched her nose to make her wish was priceless. The best part was that she fully let me capture all parts with my camera with the sweetest smile all day. She told me more than once that it was a great day and she's very glad she's six now. I feel very accomplished for having a easy pleaser today! So even though it wasn't a day celebrating me giving birth to the beautiful little girl who fills my life with joy... It was me making that little girl feel like an absolute princess. And even though I've heard "It's my birthday so I get to do whatever I want right?" about 17 times, I will still give her her own day this day next year and every year after. (Plus, the more I do while they're young for THEIR birthdays, the more they will owe me for MY birthdays later on!) :) Happy Birthday baby girl! I hope your day was as wonderful as you said it was!!! (On a personal note, I am going to enjoy NOT doing everything all over again tomorrow... ) ;) -Super Mom

Back to school...

                There is a certain joy that hits you as a mom when your kids come home from the last day of school before summer vacation. No more homework, plays, studying for tests, class parties, reading logs, field trips, field days, school lunches, pick ups, drop offs, and especially...Fundraisers. Done and over for a couple months. Ahhhh... Sure the kids don't ACTUALLY sleep in like you would like or expect them to and on those "bored days", they always want to be going somewhere doing something until you actually GO then you hear "Can we go home now?". Swimming, lake trips, vacation, seeing family, cook outs, playing outside... Ahh.. Summer. Ok so that same little feeling joy some times ironically hits you when the first day of school is days away. Isn't that strange? To look forward to a quiet house for a few hours a day with the freedom to roam or shop without your walking, talking, sometimes dragging, whining accessories on your arms isn't that strange I guess. So you get this list in the middle of summer. It's a piece of paper that lists everything that each student needs to bring in on their first day... And yes, if you have two kids.. twice as much. There are things like: Two boxes of pencils with 24 or more, dry erase markers, colored pencils, four pack of pink pearl erasers, box of 24 or more crayons, hand sanitizer, fiskar scissors, six composition notebooks, two packs of wide ruled paper, one pack of washable markers, four glue sticks, one 3 ring binder, one pack of post its, six folders and one pair of ear buds.. Seriously, that was the list that I myself received for my soon to be third grader.. The other list has almost everything the same minus three notebooks for first grade! So the rounded total for BOTH sets of crap for my kids to take in to school equaled about $35-$40. That's just stuff they take in! That's not including back packs, lunch boxes and clothes... Ok.. I get it.. helping out the teachers and school... It sucks to buy for two but I couldn't imagine being a teacher and having to buy all of that for 18-20 kids! School starts Monday and last night we had the whole "Meet the teacher" thing. Being nice... I took the school supplies (EVERYTHING ON THE LIST..TWICE!) and gave them to both teachers. The kids met them, saw their rooms and listened to the same back to school speeches we hear every year. We had to stop in the gym to get our car passes and buy the girls' homework folders. We do both of those and then I see ANOTHER line saying "Fee's".. I went up to one and almost cried. This lady sitting at her little desk with her collection box looked at me and looked up my kids names and their teachers and THEN tried to tell me that I need to pay $18 PER STUDENT! I looked at her puzzled for a second then I said "So... this is IN ADDITION to everything that I've already purchased and turned in to the teachers..?" "Well yes ma'am. This is to cover their books and classroom materials." What?? It's not like the books are NEW.. and as far as classroom materials.. Uh.. I turned in TWO BAGS of materials already! It's not like one of my daughters is going to use all of the 48 pencils we bought for themselves... Even throughout the school year I get notices and requests for money or additional materials so WHAT AM I PAYING FOR? I kept looking at her a little puzzled and finally she says.. "Well, if you're not ready to pay today you can always do it later on.. It's not like they won't let the kids use the stuff if they don't pay today." Do you think I paid that day? NO. If they really send something home saying I need to pay.. I will. But seriously? If you have every parent with just one kid paying $20-$25 in materials and then another $20 in folders and fees, then a classroom with 18 kids is sitting pretty with between $360 and $450 in actual materials AND another $360 from fee's and folders.. For what? Parents pay for field trips, clothing, plays, sports, and whatever else so... what is left to buy..? It was just a question that nobody had an answer for. I mean books... teachers don't pay for their classroom books. So what? I really don't know. I do know that as of now, I'm tapped on school stuff! It's crazy how much things change over the years.. Am I the only one thinking that's a little crazy....? Anyway.. All I know is that Monday morning that alarm will go back to it's five day routine of buzzing at 7am, followed by breakfast requests, last minute bag stuffing, making lunches, fixing hair, helping find shoes, shuffling kids to the car, driving that same way to and from the school and then closing the door behind me as I step into a quiet kid free zone... For a few hours anyway... Bring it on! -Super Mom

Reality TV! Wait.. what am I watching?

          There is nothing I love more than spending time with my family. We do a lot of different things depending on the day. Playing outside, playing board games (we busted out big people Monopoly.. Oooo... ) :) and chilling out with some movies or whatever was on TV for our in between times. Ok, I'm sure I'm not the ONLY one out there that remembers when the majority of TV was made up of scheduled shows with ACTORS who followed STORY LINES and had repeating CHARACTERS that we both loved and hated. I mean honestly, I remember when T.G.I.F. was a two hour block on Friday nights that had four shows playing every week. Even if one of them was blah, you had three others to back it up! And when a show ran it's course, it was replaced by a new scripted show with new characters and new plot lines. Now... When I pull up the guide on my TV, over 75% of stuff on is REALITY. And that's stretching the word honestly.. I admit that there are or were a few good possibilities for things people wouldn't see on a regularly scripted show. Things like Fear Factor.. Watching people do horrible gross things for the CHANCE to win some cash.. Sure. Then there's Face Off.. People competing for a top spot as the next great movie make up artist. (They make some pretty sweet horror characters!) Even Dirty Jobs.. One man going all over to uncover the real life crazy jobs most of us never even think exist.. Not bad.. Cops... You know you've seen at least one and got your fill of some crazy.. Stuff like THAT is one thing, then there's crap like Keeping up the Kardashians... WHO CARES!!! Your 12 minute marriage didn't work out? Awe.. What?!? You're pregnant again by a psychopath/soul mate you've known for who knows how long! Yay! I mean seriously... Then you have The Real World.. Jersey Shore.. Big Brother.. Survivor.. Yeah... Not too much explaining needed there I guess. There are SO MANY things you can turn on and see people doing these days.. You can watch as blurred out drug lords make crack in an old kitchen.. See a nearly toothless man test out his fresh batch of moonshine.. Choose from a few different people who either run pawn shops, try to survive in the wild, fix horrific tattoos, catch crazy animals or run a towing company... Yup. That's only a tiny fraction! Some times I can't help but wonder how easy it would be to pitch a crazy idea for a show and then actually see it on the screen.. Something like.. The Scariest Clown! In this show real life clown performers compete by terrorizing a neighborhood full of children to see who is named the Scariest Clown! Maybe that would be too much.. How about.. The Hunger Trees! This would consist of ten or so contestants who chain themselves to a tree. The one who can go the longest without eating (or dying) WINS! Ok, ok.. A little extreme as well.. Maybe it would go better if I went this way.. I marry a 78 man "for love" and he just happens to have lots of money. A camera follows me around ALL day watching all of my horrible moments that I would otherwise go through alone. "I told the guy I wanted PINK tips.. not WHITE! Ohhhh!!!" and "Well honey, the doctor said ANY physical activity between us could give you a stroke..." That could be TWO WHOLE EPISODES right there! I mean obviously there would be some filler parts like me breaking a heel on my way to pick up my freshly detailed Mercedes or me freaking out because I see a hint of a zit in my mirror. Stuff like that. That's the stuff people would EAT RIGHT UP! Yikes.. lol! (Yes I actually did just type that in here because honestly, the thought that 70% of America would tune in for that garbage is insanely funny..) I do binge on some reality shows, there's no doubt about that. But the whiney rich people with all of their "problems"... They can take their cash from nowhere and shove it honestly. :) Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a camera man follow you through YOUR daily life? Yeah.. Mine would consist of lots of eye rolling, a few "whatever" phrases, a TON of sarcasm and the crazy downfall moments you have read in my previous posts! Ahhh... Good TV... ^_^ I think instead I will leave it to the... professionals..? (We all know that's not the right word but I'm trying to keep the "mean" I dish out to a minimum or at least smaller than normal amount!) Some times I worry about my kids and what they think when they even READ the titles of some of the shows on now.. Stuff like 16 and Pregnant, Jackass, and I'm sure there are more.. :-/ It's a whirlwind of survival, idea strength and stupidity I suppose.. There are a few I watch.. Here they are..
Face Off (I already told you!)
Naked and Afraid (Aside from seeing saggy butts, it gets interesting to see how long people can endure bug bites and miserable weather!)
Impractical Jokers (Come on.. You know they're funny!)
Duck Dynasty (I know it's "guided reality" but I like to pretend that they are "normal" in the show and love most of their personalities.. MOST..)
To name a couple anyway.. Well I guess that wraps that up for today.. I have a five year old tugging on my arm saying she's ready to take my money in Monopoly.. Real nice! At least she's only after that at the moment! :) I hope you find what you're looking for in your shows!!! And just to put it out there.. If it seems like you would lose some IQ points from tuning into a crazy show too long.. You might be right! Have a great rest of the day everyone!!! -Super Mom

A day at the doctor during pregnancy...

           You have to love seeing the doctor. You get your appointment set weeks in advance then you mark it on your calendar and don't think about it until the day before. It's usually earlier in the morning because when you MADE the appointment, you were thinking of all the things you could be having to do in the afternoon that day. Of course when your alarm goes off earlier than you'd like, you lay there wondering WHY you made it so early instead of the afternoon.. It's a no win self battle. There is no GREAT time to go. Period. The extra joy added to MY doctor visit today was taking my entourage with me. Nothing like hanging out in a waiting room for twenty minutes with super patient children... Now if your appointment is at 9am and you GET THERE at 9am.. You're not on time, you're LATE. You're only on time if you arrive there fifteen to twenty minutes early. So if I live five minutes away and my appointment is at 9am and I have to plan to leave around 8:35-8:40 right? WRONG. Normally, yes. But not with kids. With kids it's more like PLAN to leave at 8:20 and actually leave around 8:30. That gives you time to deal with pesky traffic and the lack of close parking spots with two kids saying, we have to walk all the way up THERE? (I was feeling the EXACT same way because the day before I had made my kids a giant board game that took up our entire driveway with sidewalk chalk.. After all of the take a step, bend down, squat down, stand ups I was doing.. Today my legs were KILLING ME! I seriously felt like I was walking like a wounded duck or something all the way up the parking lot! And yes.. it was far enough!!!) I was on time but it was close. So we go in a giant revolving door and the girls LOVE it.. So far so good.. Go to the office, sign in, then sit down in the three of seven available seats scattered around people in the waiting room. I don't even bother busting my phone out because I can already hear what would happen... "I want to play a game" "I want to watch a video" "I just want to HOLD it.." and so on. So it stayed zipped up in my purse and we waited. Five minutes... Ten... About seventeen minutes later my name is called. YAY! I get up and we go. First I'm asked to step on a scale... I close my eyes and tell the nurse to just write down the number on her chart. (She does) I step down and am escorted to a bathroom where I'm asked to do the whole cup thing. What sucked was that I had to go to the bathroom SO BAD before we left home so I went.. The girls and I stood in the bathroom for a few minutes with my oldest saying "Mom, just GO!" "I CAN'T go!" I try to tell her. I stand there and REALLY concentrate on going to the bathroom.. Nothing. I close my eyes and think of water, lots and lots of water... Nothing! Finally my youngest says SHE has to go. I opened the little window to grab a cup and it was opened by a nurse on the other side! Luckily it was high enough to where we only saw each others faces.... After that I just tried and was able to get out MAYBE twenty drops... Horrible. Note to self.. Never pee BEFORE the doctor no matter how bad I have to go! I put the cup in the window, washed my hands and met the nurse back out in the hallway. We followed her to a small little cubby like room down the hall where I was asked about my medical history and had my blood pressure checked. "Do you have any history of psychosis?" Hmm... I looked at daughter number one smiling at me in the corner.. then over to daughter number two in the chair smiling at me.. "I guess not.." She smiled. "Okay, wait right here while I get the room ready and I'll come back for you". So again, we're waiting. A few minutes later she comes back and we follow her to another room where she tells me to remove my top for an exam. "Just place this over your chest and the doctor will be in soon." She leaves and I place my kids in a corner chair. I tell them to look away so I can take my shirt off and of course I get eyes trying to peek at me through fingers as they giggle. I grab the "sheet" which was more like a pillow case and put it over my chest. Doc comes in, does the exam, we hear the baby's heart beat, the doctor leaves so I can get dressed and I then have to explain a little what she was doing. I don't know if that's ever NOT awkward but their reaction was simple.. "That's weird." Ok! Sit with the doctor in her office while she tells me everything's fine and gives me a paper that I need to give people at the lab SOMEWHERE else in the hospital to get my blood work done. GREAT! So we go outside, get in the car and drive around to the opposite side of the giant building. Park, walk and come to another revolving door. My youngest goes in first by herself and so we go in the next little space. The thing is automatic as long as you're moving forward. If you turn around and face the panel behind you, it stops. So here she is turning around to look at us...STOP. I tell her to turn around and walk, she does, then stops making the door stop AGAIN. I tell her again and she pops out the other side, then us. We go to stand in a line to turn in my little paper. I finally get up to the desk and I'm asked to sit in one of the seats across from her. Okay waiting room again.. After about ten minutes I'm directed to a little window. Answer some questions and sign a few things then she asks me for my wrist. She gets ready to give me my bright neon orange wrist band and all I could say was "Alright! Accessories!" She started giggling to herself as she told me to go across the hall where I would find another.. wait for it.. WAITING ROOM! So we go and sit again. There is one tiny TV mounted on the wall with some trying to be funny talk show playing, a guy riding on a machine that I'm assuming was the equivalent to an industrial sized vacuum and about 25 random people and couples all their for their own reasons. That part is fine but what I can't STAND in waiting room (Aside from being forced to wait..) is how many people just STARE at you. I get there's not a whole lot to look at there but SERIOUSLY? Are you here to get a creep booster shot or what? LOOK SOMEWHERE ELSE. I mean even I scan the room to see what kind of people I'm around (mostly to make sure I don't sit down next to someone constantly sneezing or wiping their nose on their sleeve..) But once I sit, I don't just LOCK ON to someone until I'm ready to go. It's very creepy, totally unnecessary and did I say creepy? YES! I mean to kill time while NOT on my phone, I might check out some peoples clothes with a passing sweeping glance or their shoes. I look at the multi colored carpet and mismatched furniture if there is any.. Stuff like that. My kids at this point were still enough but starting to get restless so I had to peak their interest a bit.. "Why are we in this part of the hospital?" "Well.. They have to take my blood." "All of it?!?" "No.. Not ALL of it.. Maybe one or two tubes of it. See, they will take a needle, stick it right here and my blood will go into a tube." My youngest... "Will it squirt all over the place? Because that's gross and you would need like a hundred band aids!" (Ahh the seriousness in the face of a five year old...priceless..) "No, it's not going to squirt anywhere. It's not going to take long and we'll be able to go right after that ok? Can you hold on just a little bit longer?" "Do we get to see the blood?" I say.."Yes, you'll be right there with me." She replies.."Yes, we can hold on." Hmm... That might sound a little crazed unless you knew ME then you would just be reassured she is mine.. :) After two of the creeps get called in to their rooms I finally get called to mine. First thing she says.. " I'm going to need a urine sample." Again???? I had to literally SUMMON it last time not even an HOUR AGO! I tell her I might have to wait so she agreed to do the blood part first. I sit in the chair as my kids stand anxiously close to the opposite side of the nurse watching her every move... She puts the band on my arm and wipes the sweet spot with her antiseptic wipe.. Then out comes the needle. My youngest gasps and her eyes get wide.. In it goes... "Mom does that hurt? Are you bleeding?" The first tube goes in and fills rather quickly. My oldest.. "GROSS!!! That's a lot of blood!!!" (Just the right person to have in that situation right?) Tube two.. three.. four.. and finally tube five gets filled and she takes the needle out. Morbidly curious to see the possibly gaping hole in my arm, they both lean in and realize it's nothing but a tiny little spot. "I can't believe you did that! Please don't make me do that..." I just laugh a little. "No.. not today anyway" And I smile at them as they watch my bandage being put on. The nurse hands me a cup and I actually had no problem going that time. THANKFULLY! Finally it was time to be done! We escaped through the giant door for the last time and made it to the car... Next appointment set up for next month and hopefully it will not be as "eventful" as this one was... (At least the kids will be in school by then!) It's been a long one and I'm glad to be OUT!!!  ^_^ -Super Mom

My weekend....

Yes, the weekend and my pregnancy "got the best of me" this past weekend. I apologize for not having  a post for you to read!!! Make no mistake, I will fill you in with my own twisted way, just don't be TOO disappointed with my lame weekend. :) The following is a wrap up of my two days "off". A little different compared to everything I've done so far... But anyway.. Read it, sing it.. Whatever you feel like doing! Thanks for coming back! -Super Mom


I woke up on Saturday, it felt like a fatter day.
Yoga pants on my butt, I couldn't keep the damn fridge shut!
Hair up in a pony tail, Definitely a fashion fail.
I refused to leave the house all day. nowhere to go to anyway.
I took the movies off our cable and hit my shin on the coffee table
Stepped on a Lego and screamed a little then soaked a sock with puppy piddle
"Mom I love you a whole big bunch... Can I have some chips for lunch?"
We watched some crazy child shows, I saw a finger up a nose..
Games of Uno- one on one. Losing sucks but winning's fun!
Stretched the legs to work a cramp. Kids made the bathroom floor rug damp.
A pickle, crackers, chocolate bar.. The chocolate was the best by far.
Vitamins taken with lots of water, a kid stole a Pepsi (But I caught her!)
A shower taken late at night, ready to hold my pillow tight.
I removed the towel off my head and saw a spider on my bed.
Found a shoe and went to town, sighed with relief when it fell down.
Scammed the room one last time, then into the comfy bed I climbed.
Fell asleep rather quick, I felt so HOT then began to kick.
Back to sleeping, no big thing.. Around 2am his cell phone rings!
He's on call and apparently, people call THEN to fix an AC!
Begging for noises and talking to quit, I roll to my side with the hint of a fit.
Finally sleeping until once again, I was ready to throw the phone away then
Woke up on Sunday a little past nine. I was hungry anyway, so timing was fine.
Apparently it had rained all of that night, My basement was wet, oh what a sight..
"Want to get breakfast? It's up to you.." "Do I want something made for me? Hell yes I do!"
We got coffee and food from two different places, drove home then began stuffing our faces.
Nothing to watch, nothing but crap. Stomach was full, I was wanting a nap.
Baby moving in my belly.. For lunch I was craving me some jelly.
"Can we play Uno, the last time I swear!" Says the daughter wearing a T-Shirt and pink underwear
Pixar beat Disney in a movie we watched. Then a mini marathon of a show they call Botched.
It rained then it stopped, everything soaked. When I'd close my eyes, I'd always get poked.
A puzzle, some games, good family stuff. One lazy weekend just isn't enough.
A few crazy moments through two lazy days. Sorry I don't have that much left to say!
Take a weekend where you just don't get dressed. My God, you'll feel VERY less stressed.
Monday's not fun day, but that's where we land. Back to the norm of things we can't stand.
Back to dishes and folding clothes. What comes next? Nobody knows.
I hope that too your weekend was fun... If not, there's always another one!