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!

Do I have a "Screw me over" sign on today?

            Ahhh.. Friday.. TGIF.. After a week of paying bills, running errands, scheduling appointments, and tons of other stuff.. It's nice to see the end of the week! At least I THOUGHT it was going to be nice.. Yesterday I put an alarm clock in my kid's room so they can practice waking up to the beep on their own without me having to go in there constantly when school starts (IN A WEEK!). I should've left it for next week.. I woke up to both girls (And I set it for 8am just to be sure they can HEAR it..) standing next to my bed looking at me like they had been severely disturbed.. "Did the alarm wake you up?" I ask barely vocal.. "Yes! And it's very annoying!" Ok, after hearing that with the attitude in their voices.. I couldn't help but turn my head and smile. My kids are 5 and 8 going on 6 and 9 in the next month, they can most definitely start practicing getting woken up by the dreaded BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! :) So that's where it started.. 8am... From there it all went down hill.. We got breakfast, got dressed, and started with our few things we had to do today before coming home and ENJOYING THE DAY. Let me paint you the scene of what it looked like outside... Blue sky, no clouds, beaming sun, nice breeze and barely 78 degrees.. NOT!! Dark cloudy sky, down pouring rain and already there are tons of puddles getting bigger in my driveway AND on the roads. I stand there for a minute just looking at the rain while my kids get in the car.. It was then I decided I just didn't want to go anywhere for anything. But I had to... :-/ So with a sigh, I crawl into the drivers seat and start to go. First stop: UPS. I get out, go in and resend a package I had originally sent out Monday. Blah.. Then off to get the last of the girls' school clothes.. I don't even need to go into how much fun THAT was but I'll give you a taste. "I want a dress." "No you're not getting a dress right mom?" "Yeah huh!" "No you're not, I want a skirt for the first day of school." "No I want to wear a skirt the first day!"... And so on... Then it was off to the beloved grocery store... First, I decide it would be quicker to take the road with no light.. No deal. You know those nice people who brake and let you out even though they don't HAVE to.. NONE of THOSE people were out today. And after five minutes with no movement whatsoever, I was finally able to turn RIGHT! (Ridiculous I know! And I would have put it in reverse and taken a different way except there were four cars waiting behind me.. GOOD LUCK!) So I pull out finally and am going down the road and I come up to a light. The light is green and I'm about to go straight so good deal all around! That is until an older lady to the right decides she doesn't want to wait for the light and so she pulls out in front of me... Not that that wasn't annoying by itself.. The fact that she didn't go past 15mph was driving me CRAZY! And no, I couldn't get over because of the traffic (Only to the side NOT in front of her!!!) and EVENTUALLY I would need to turn to the right to get to the store. Already totally annoyed (and having to use the bathroom...) I eventually make it to the store. The rain had let up at our previous stop which was good even though we parked in the front row closest to the store. The grocery store is a whole other story. Not only are we in the middle of the freaking parking lot but just as we pull in, like magic... RAIN! So now I'm getting soaked waiting for my kids to get out of the car and have to listen to both of them "I want to hold the umbrella!" Did I mention I was getting soaked? We make it to the crosswalk in front of the store and it was like trying to pull out all over again! Five cars passed before one stopped to let us walk in. They must've wanted to get their car home before it got TOO wet. Meanwhile, I'm standing next to two dry girls while I'm drenched and having to pee! I don't even think people could tell that I wet myself if it came down that. So we cross and make it inside. I go to grab a cart and before I could put my hand on it, another old lady came in the door and grabbed it! I mean yes... There were a ton of carts right next to me but I mean COME ON! I was 10 inches from the stupid thing! Grrr... Moving on.. I had three different aisles of "blockers". A blocker is someone who either leaves their cart in front of something someone else needs OR they STAND in front of what you need even if they're looking at SOMETHING else! So yeah, three of those in one trip is a bad omen all on it's own... By the time I was ready to LEAVE the store it came to the point where we had to wait in line in one of the four available lines (Out of 30!). Of course by the time I'm next in line I'm stuck behind a lady who breaks out a Ziploc bag of assorted coupons... I stood there as still as I could looking back and forth at my kids and the tabloids trying so very hard to NOT start doing the potty dance.. It was getting hard not to... Shoot me, shoot me, shoot me... I make it up and of course get a super (NON) friendly cashier! Now I have a choice that I'm finally DONE at the store... Go to my car.. Or go to the bathroom... I started hearing screaming kids behind me (Not mine thankfully!) and decided it was time to get the hell out of there! So back out to the rain we went. We make it to the car and all of sudden the van next to us starts sounding its alarm. Nobody touched it, we didn't even have a cart to run into it and we're stuck listening to "BOOO, BOOO, BOOO, BOOO!" I get in, back out and leave without thinking twice about it. My bladder starts throbbing even more as I hit EVERY red light from the store to my house... I finally got home and was able to GO and it was awesome. THAT was the best part so far of the morning. After that we read a few stories and I felt EXHAUSTED. But no naps for me... I've been zombie like for the rest of the day while doing the same chore like things I always do. Laundry, dishes, and whatever else. If there was ever a day I could crawl into a dark room and S L E E P, I think today would be it. :-/ Feeling pretty blah today and I'm hoping I can coast the rest of the night without anything ELSE pushing my buttons... Wish me luck!!! -Super Mom

Why a Man Cave...

                  I keep seeing different shows and people I know talking about designing the perfect Man Cave. We're talking big screen TV, marshmallow plush recliners, animal heads and sports memorabilia all over the walls, a decent sized fridge stocked full with beer, maybe a fireplace, gaming system hooked up, surround sound, no women allowed or Man Cave signs on the door and who KNOWS what else lurks on the shelves or in the hidden compartments! Sounds like heaven for a guy. They really need their own space and place to just unwind after all of their stressors through the day. In fact, all man caves should even come with a bell or buzzer to summon their wife whenever they need. Because God forbid he would need a snack and would have to LEAVE heaven just to get it! I mean why do that if you have a wife anyway? See we, the wives, don't NEED our own little hideout area. We already have SO MANY rooms! Like.. The laundry room! Ooo..Ahh... I mean the clothes SPIN! Let's not forget the kitchen.. That's right.. The WHOLE kitchen!! We can cook there.. bake there.. put stuff away from our grocery shopping there.. I mean.. Possibilities!! Talk about relaxing! Who needs a comfy chair and big screen TV when you could DO DISHES!!! Men with man caves don't know what they're missing! They deserve the room to themselves.. I mean they take of the children ALL DAY with no breaks.. Oops, that's the mom. Well, they have to clean and make sure everything is kept up in the house. The toilets, the floors, vacuuming, dusting, dishes, laundry and so much more. Dang! That's the mom too.. Let me think.. Prepare the most meals.. No.. Uh.. Go grocery shopping.. Nope.. Hmm.. Pay the bills on time.. that's the mom too! Man.. Yeah.. Something's a little off.. Now I know that guys get up, go to work and some times work long hard days, it's true.. But.. The day in the life of a mom wife is almost ALWAYS long and hard.. And a lot of times we just go with the flow and automatically cater to someone else's long days.. Have you ever heard this saying.. If you haven't.. Then seeing it now won't be the first time you think about it! It goes like this.. A man rises and falls with the sun.. But a woman's work is never done.. How true.. How very, very true! So we even have a saying and yet.. nobody I know is working on their woman den... Think about that.. A dedicated fridge that holds chocolate and wine sits in the corner.. The windows have that special film that lets you look out KNOWING nobody can look in.. There's a wall mounted big screen TV hooked up to a DVR of ALL of your shows you never have to skip because something else is recording.. We have the comfy recliners and a big plush sofa incase we feel the need to fall and stretch.. It would always smell good in there.. (as in no hint of dirty laundry or overflowing trash..) We too would have our gaming systems and tablet and computer for relaxing gaming, reading, and surfing.. (Imagine the calm posts you would read if they were being written from a room like that instead of in the middle of making dinner with a kid wrapped around your leg..) The walls would be sound proof as well as the door (And on the door would be a sign that reads something like this: Before you interrupt my peace by banging on this door.. Remember all I've done today and who I've done it for.. Just let me have a small break now before I go insane.. Otherwise I just may snap and that could result in pain. So turn around my lovely one and don't start feeling sad.. If you have a problem or need help, just go and find your DAD!) Because let's face it.. There would ALWAYS be someone on the other side trying to get in or wonder what you're doing..  Ahhh... I wouldn't even need the bell or buzzer because I would sneak a snack in when I went and not open the door again until I was ready to come out! Could be 10 minutes.. could be an hour.. Who knows! I mean.. You would think all men with mom wives would be all for this idea.. Think of how relaxed and calming it would be. In theory, we would be more inclined to listen to whatever their problems were in the day. And seriously, it's cheaper than therapy! One day... :) -Super Mom

Seriously bird? PICK A NEW WINDOW!

               Think of any old classic movie in the morning time.. Where the camera pans in to a bedroom as the character waking up is bathed in sunlight, they stretch gracefully and smile as they hear the birds chirping and singing outside of their window.. That's how I woke up today! Almost. The only differences were that my hand was totally numb from hanging over the side of the bed and the "singing" outside my window was actually closer to a squawking, dying crow or something! I opened one eye and scanned the room until I landed on the clock.. 7:42.. My husband had only been gone FIVE minutes and I wake up to THAT. Remember how the seagull on The Little Mermaid couldn't carry a tune for anything.. You know, that romantic part where EVERY other bird was grooving right along and then all of a sudden you hear "Whaaaa, whaaaa whaaaaa WHAAAAAA!" Yeah.. I WISH this bird sounded like that! I rolled over facing away from the window and closed my eyes.. I have only ever had one other nested bird outside of a bedroom window but that was in a totally different house years ago.. Like a fool, I thought that the bird was just hang out for a few.. Make his NOISES.. then go! HA! Fool indeed... After a few minutes with my fan on high and me pretending I was deaf.. I threw one.. then TWO pillows over my head. No deal.."RAAAAWK.. RAAAAWKK!" I don't even know what sound it WAS but that's as close as I can type it! Finally, I get up.. 8:07.. Nearly thirty minutes later I see what kind of mythical creature was stooped outside my window trying to make me go insane... Apparently, when the blinds opened, he or she FLEW AWAY! Are you kidding me right now? So I let out my own aggravated growl to myself as I close the blinds, turn around and fall face first back into bed.. My kids weren't even up yet so YES I would gladly try to go back to sleep for my thirty minutes or less until they wake up.. I curl up with my pillows and blanket. Then I get to that sweet spot where you're just SECONDS away from falling and then of course.. "RAAAAAWWWK!" I rolled to my back with that look on my face that must've read "S E R I O U S L Y ?" All I wanted was a power snooze.. No more than thirty MINUTES! And along comes this satanic rooster wannabe with his horrible squawks! WHY ME!!!! I throw and kick the blanket off of me and sit up with my legs hanging off the edge of the bed.. The noise strikes again! I grab the string to the blinds and yank it down sending the folded blinds up with crazy speed. (Faster than before which SHOULD have scared him away.. again..) There it was.. a crow.. at the top of the tree that sits outside my window... He didn't get startled.. Just stayed there perched.. Look around.. "RAAWK.".. Look around some more... "RAAAAWKKK".. :-/ I was tempted to run outside to find a camera crew telling me I was on Punk'd or Boiling Points or something but instead I did what any calm normal person would do.. I started pounding on the window yelling "GO AWAY!! GO THE HELL AWAY!!!!!!! I WANT TO SLEEP!!!!" FINALLY... the crazy non mechanical (Yes, I was almost convinced it could've been someone screwing with me with a remote controlled hell bird pushing my buttons...) flew away.. He didn't go far.. only to the power line maybe 20 feet away.. I stared.. Not taking my eye off of that annoying feathered freak.. A few more minutes went by I'm sure, and he took off.. I waited there.. No bird.. I took a step away from the window.. No bird.. I sat on my bed and slowly kicked my legs up still looking out the window at the tree.. Still no bird... I laid down smiling and pulled my blanket back up to me.. I rolled over and got comfy then suddenly.. Creeeeek... I turn my head to my opening door... "Mom.. why were you yelling and making so much noise?? I was trying to sleep. Will you make me pancakes?"  Grrrrrrrr....... OK! I'M UP!!! And the day has been crazy ever since.. -Super Mom

Oh yeah baby!!! :)

Yay! Repair People!!

                Good afternoon everyone! I am happy to report that the leak in my roof (that has been there FOREVER, at least since we moved in, a year ago..) was finally fixed today! (Hopefully!) And it only took months of calling to report it!! See, normally when people have home problems or issues they either take care of it themselves or call a professional who gets there in a reasonable amount of time and does the job to fix the issue.. BORING! I like the thrill of the WAIT.. Like with our leak that causes water to drip inside the house in the hallway when it rains.. You see the upcoming weather forecast.. THUNDERSTORMS... RAIN RAIN RAIN!!!! Woo-hoo!!! Who likes to gamble? Here in my house, it's not gambling where you get money.. Instead, it's walking in the hall and seeing if the puddle will make you slip and fall on your butt. Does that not sound like fun? And that's just walking.. Throw in a running child in that area and you get a bonus loud crash and probably tons of tears!!! WINNER!! I mean, I WAS expecting someone to come right out when I called the first time back in October.. Or even again in late November... But, instead of "hounding" them, I would place a fun towel or bucket to soak up or catch the free falling drips whenever it rained. I assumed they MUST have thousands of other things going on and MY situation wasn't THAT big of deal.. I mean.. I had a bucket and plenty of towels so... what more could I ask for really? In December some time (And we moved here in August...) WHILE IT WAS RAINING, they DID send a guy out here to check out the leak.. "There might be a misplaced shingle or hole near the pipe up there on the roof" Why thank you ever so much Mr. Fix It! Here I thought the whole time I had gremlins taking turns peeing in that one spot when it rained to not be suspicious or something. Wherever was my head! "I can't get up there now obviously with it raining and all but I'll come by after it stops in the next few days." That would be swell! The rain stopped the very next day and you know what.. Nobody came. Maybe it's still wet up there... The next day.. Nobody came.. Uh.. Maybe he was almost here and forgot his ladder... The next day.. Nobody came... Well.. He probably.. umm.. forgot where I lived? Then a week went by.. And another.. A few more (with calls made every other one..) went by.. And nobody.. Back to the bucket I went.. Almost four weeks ago a lot of stuff REALLY started to pile up.. We had our lawnmower and weed whacker stolen, lots of work, family was coming for a visit and to top it off.. It rained for almost a week.. Drip.. Drip.. Drip.. The routine part of me went to get a towel to put in the middle of the floor but when I got there.. I looked at the floor and watched as the drops formed a small puddle that I knew would continue to grow if I left it.. One drop.. three.. nine drops.. I snapped out of and grabbed my phone off the counter. Dialed the number.. Secretary answers.. (the same one who has taken my name, number and complaint many times before..) And I give it to her. "Hi, I have called you several times over the months and have even been into the office to let you all know that we have a leak in our roof that lets water drip freely onto our hallway floor. You have sent ONE man out to "inspect" this leak back in December WHILE IT WAS RAINING and he has YET TO RETURN.. And we both know it's August... I have laid down countless towels and used a bucket multiple times to "control the issue" but seriously, I'm done. Now obviously you won't be able to send someone out now because, you guessed it, it's raining. However, some day within this next week it would be nice to have someone up BEFORE the next time it rains. Please take my name and number, this is my address, thank you." She replies.. "Oh yes, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, we'll get someone out there right away. (Remember when I said this happened four weeks ago.. and I just got it "fixed" today.. yeah...) I called to "check in" every week. We also had some crappy weather during that time.. of course.. Last week rolls around.. I call, again.. Get a line.. AGAIN.. My weekend goes by and yesterday I go in there, stand at her desk, give her my info and waits there in front of her until I SEE her calling the "roofing specialist" they use... Voice mail... I tell her to call me when he calls back or give him my number for him to call. He ended up calling when I made it just about two miles down the road telling me he would be at my house Tuesday, today at 9am. Well it was nice to hear SOMETHING from someone directly for a change! It wasn't even the same Mr. Fix It and I was thinking that was OK to me. Last night I set my alarm for 8 (but ended up getting and staying awake when my husband left for work at 7:30). Got up, got dressed and by 8:30 I was ready for a nap.. But no.. Thirty minutes and he would be here to fix my roof.. then twenty.. ten.. five.. It's 9:00 and he's... not here.. five minutes later.. ten... twenty.. thirty five... fifty.. and finally at 9:57 I see his truck pulling in to my driveway.. Keep calm.. stay calm.. the fun of the wait.. the thrill of the wait... GAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! Screw the wait! I'm so tired of the WAITING!!! If you're going to TELL me something then just DO WHAT YOU SAY!!! Keeping my melt down on the inside.. I greet him with a nice look that also says "get up that ladder.. like now." He does.. After a trip to the hardware store for him to get his extra needed stuff to fix the hole that was indeed by a vent pipe fitting on the roof, he took about thirty more minutes and he was done. "That should fix it" he says.. Of course I won't really KNOW until the next time it rains... But I guess the IDEA of not having to use MY temporary fixes will have to be good enough to get me to the next storm. Obviously everything in the beginning of this was a total crock.. I mean.. This month makes it A YEAR of being here and means that if called the first time in OCTOBER.. They have had TEN MONTHS of excuses, misplaced work orders and who knows what else that I have to deal with.. Some peoples kids... I mean waiting for the cable guy is a gamble too but that's ONE DAY! Sure it may be one of those "we'll be there between 8 and 5" kind of days where you really can't PLAN to do anything... But ten freaking months!!! My oh my... I don't see their BBB stamp coming any time soon! Calming chants... The roof is fixed.. (Maybe..) The roof is fixed.. (possibly..) Ahhh.... Bring on the rain! :) I hope that not all of you have experiences like THIS.. I'm actually surprised I kept my cool and didn't gouge a hole in my ceiling to really see if there were peeing gremlins up there for real after all this time... May your problems be fixed within a reasonable time frame!!! Until next time.. -Super Mom

Mom!!!

          Think of ALL the words you hear in a day... Please... Thanks.. But... Why?.. Yes.. No.. Whatever.. Or probably the most used of them all.. MOM! I swear, when you have kids, you are automatically deemed center of EVERYTHING. Yes, that sounds like a terrific place to be and CAN be in some instances.. However.. Not only are you the one who does everything in a fantastic way.. You are also the one who fixes, judges, decides, and has to reason EVERY THING THAT GOES WRONG! For example... I have two daughters.. I hear "Mom!" ALL THE TIME. I hear it the loudest when one of them is in a touchy mood and all the other one has to do is look at her wrong! Then it's "Mom!!!" Like I'm suppose to just take the other ones face off or something... No... I have to admit that a few of them I let float by like I don't hear them... But only a few and I can usually tell if they are the kinds that don't really NEED to be addressed...(Mom! She moved my doll over on the shelf!!!.. Mom! She's laughing!.. Mom! She blinked at me funny!) YEAH... Those are duds and I'm hoping that they will soon learn that those are NOTHING to be screaming MOM! about.. (Yes, I know the slim likelihood of that..) The ones that make me cringe are the ones where the M is normal and the OM is SUPER INTENSE. That lets me know that there is a bug around or dog pee on the floor... Something around those natures anyway. Then there's Mooooom.... Where the M is distinctly pronounced while the rest drags on and on... This is the "Why?" and "Do I have to?" and "Pleeeeaassse!!!!" version. This usually comes around after I had already said NO to something or tell them it's time to clean their room or go to bed.. In the past few days my "Mom!" situations have been to kill a spider, rescue a Barbie shoe from the dog, help clean up fruit punch on the carpet, tuck in bed for a second time, kiss a knee after it hits the floor, to hurry up my bathroom trip because it's my turn on a board game, to reach a juice from the top shelf, and to be aware that the dog is getting ready to pee on the floor.... Yeah.. It varies.. You also have the "Ask your mom." line that pops up every so often... The weird thing is that I only ever hear the ask your mom part! What they're about to ask me could be ANYTHING! Pretty much I have from where they are until they get to me (usually a matter of seconds...) to either figure it out or put on the right face. Because honestly that line can go a few different ways too.. "Ask your mom!" with a hint of agitation means.. He's had a rough day and has PROBABLY said NO a few times and the relentless children change what they ask for a little bit until they hear what they want... Or "Ask your mom..." where the mom kind of drags for a second.. THAT usually means they're wanting to get INTO something that would normally be saved for.. you guessed it.. MOM! Could be candy she left out on the counter or the last two Pepsi's in the fridge... There are a few more too. My instances with this are fewer thankfully but here they are from this week.. To get a doughnut from a box I just brought home before dinner, to play the Xbox for an HOUR, and to get into my nail polish. Not TOO bad... The Mom's definitely out weigh the ask your moms. The last "Mom" I got was this morning around 12:35am. It was very weak sounding while she was holding her stomach.. Yikes.. That's not one of my favorites at all and nothing good usually follows it! Luckily, Pepto helped that situation..  It's crazy though that ONE WORD can be said a HUNDRED different ways and you just KNOW what it means when you hear it.. Maybe it's just the motherly instincts or possibly because in eight years I've heard it probably 79,000 times.. No matter which.. It's not going anywhere! One of my favorite versions, and you may be with me too some days, is when you hear "Mom? Moooom? MOM!" That's when you're hiding with a snack or stay an extra minute in the bathroom and they can't ambush you. :) It doesn't happen very often but come on.. We all have seen those days.. ;) So to be clear..  It will usually be determined by the length, pitch and seriousness of the pronunciation..When you hear the word "Mom" be ready for any of the following things..
-To be asked for something - To find something - To help with something - To yell at someone - To come out from hiding - To look at something - To hear something - To fix something - To kill something - To clean something - To go somewhere - To bandage something - To cook something - To take away something - To start something - To end something - To hug someone - To kiss someone - To reach something - To put away something - To ignore something - and so on...
Ahh.. To be a mom... (If you have smaller children... count how many times you hear MOM in the next few days... C R A Z Y!) :)        -Super Mom

Some Days..

We've all had these days!

Hmm... Stepford Children...

            Hello! I have a question.. Now really think about this.. Have you ever heard of the phrase "Stepford Wife"? Pretty much, it's a phrase to describe a wife who is absolutely PERFECT! She is always dressed to impress with her high heels and perfect hair, she just adores grocery shopping and baking, AND she really doesn't THINK. Doesn't that sound swell? HA! I'm sure the concept of this was thought of by someone who couldn't or wouldn't dare live the life of a wife every day doing the necessary, drawn out, redundant deeds she has to do. So more than likely, a man. :) I like to think that I can "do it all" a good chunk of the time but I could never use the words "Ooooo, ahhhh!!!" while finishing a batch of cupcakes... No, no.. I could never live the life a deranged, soulless robot. I say that whole heartedly but can't help but wonder what it would be like to have stepford children... Imagine never having to yell "Stop that!" or "Do I need to send a special letter to Santa telling him to go ahead and skip this house this year?" Never cursing under your breath in the dark because you stepped on a pile of Legos your kids PROMISED they would pick up and obviously forgot about.. No more whining over who gets what snacks, fighting over the show on TV, jumping on the bed after repeatedly being told not too, telling them to stay in bed or else.. I mean it would be as simple as this.. "Go to bed." "Yes mom!" And that would be that! In a restaurant, you wouldn't have to worry about getting shot in the forehead with a straw wrapper because they would just sit there quietly and wait for their food! There would be no days where you put your hand to your head and say "why is this happening.." You would have a non disruptive life everywhere you went! Could you imagine?? You could lay a buffet of goodies on the table in front of them and they wouldn't even reach for anything because soon it would be dinner time and we can't have appetites being ruined! My oh my... The possibilities... Beds always made, dishes taken care of, toys put away, homework done without you reminding them, clothes folded nicely.. WOW! I mean yeah SURE it would get old hearing "I love you Mom" and "Yes Mom." In the same perky yet monotone voices... And who knows what they would consider FUN if you weren't there telling them what to do... Would they even go to the bathroom? :-/ Well.. I guess if I can't see myself being amused by the action of a dish washer.. I wouldn't want my kids to be some kind of perfectly quiet, non destructive, over the top behaved all the time AI beings either! The thought only really hits me on days when I feel like I'm background noise in their world.. Like when they're running full speed in figure eights around the house and I say "Girls, stop running around in here please" which leads to "Stop running around please!" followed shortly after by "GIRLS!! STOP! NOW!" I mean for two children it's CRAZY! If you closed your eyes and stood inside my house with its real (and really old) wood floors, you would swear that I adopted two baby elephants and they were running to their dinner or something! Or when we're in a car and they get in those cranky moods when all you hear are things like "Mom! She just made a joke about me!"... "Don't touch me!"... "That's mine!"... And so on.. Oh my.. Days like THAT.. Yes, there are days that they push and jam every patience button I have... But they're still my world and I wouldn't change them for anything. But seriously, I need to find a wide open field or something one of these days where they can just RUN it all out in one burst. Maybe then my house won't seem as fun to speed around.. Anyone have a field for me?? :) Here's to the crazy whirlwind creatures who both test our patience (and sanity) and hold our hearts! Have a good one everyone... -Super Mom            (Seriously though, if you have a field or something, hook me up!) ;)

Rock on my fellow super moms! Rock on!!! :)

A good nights rest... what is that?

            I must say I love going to bed on a Friday night just KNOWING I'll get to sleep in late on Saturday morning... I tuck the girls in after letting them stay up a little longer than usual, I read them a story, give them their hugs and kisses and wish them sweet dreams. I also say stuff like "it's OK to sleep in on Saturdays..." just for safe measure. They fall asleep in no time. Then I go into my room a while later when I'm ready to pass out. I fluff my pillow and sprawl out on my side of my soft soothing memory foamed bed, lean over and kiss my husband, then start to wonder what kinds of dreams I will have (if any) as a slowly drift away... The perfect nights sleep.. Not a sound that wakes me.. The fan keeps a cool constant breeze over me.. There's a cold water bottle next to the bed that I don't even need because I'm so far gone into dreamland, there's no need to wake up for a drink... Then I wake up around 9:30 Saturday morning refreshed, rejuvenated and ready for the weekend... That's all good and great, however, sadly that was no where NEAR how my Friday night of sleep went AT ALL!!! How it really happened last night.... After the kids had stayed up an hour later than normal as agreed upon, I had gone in and did the whole tuck in routine. Yes, at least that part was true. Very true except for them falling asleep.. Actually I had gone BACK in there TWICE after the tuck in.. Once to turn off their movie they thought they would get away with and again to turn off a lamp and remove six books, fifteen stuffed animals, a marker, a pencil, and a granola bar from one of their beds... A granola bar! Stashing stuff away for a rainy day..? Anyway.. After that they had gone to sleep. For real. We (my husband and I) watched a movie, grabbed a snack, played some games and eventually it was time for bed. Fluffed the pillow, kissed my husband, got comfy. (Then got thirsty and realized the water I had grabbed out of the fridge to put next to my bed was still in the kitchen on the counter... That could wait, I was tired and ready to shut down.. In other words, I wasn't getting out of my bed for anything! It was a good thought at least..) I have said before that I am four months pregnant.. So if you remembered that little factoid, then you would've questioned my uninterrupted sleep right from the beginning. I went to bed around 11:50pm.. I first realized the bathroom was going to pull me out of my comfort zone at 12:45 (And yes I DID go before I went to bed!) and then again around 2:16... again at 4:31.. And oh yes, AGAIN at 6:07! That's FOUR times in the middle of the night to get up and GO and I swear I didn't even DRINK THAT MUCH! So those were my seemingly constant zombie moments and I guess I'm glad I made it every time because there was one dream where I was actually going to the bathroom IN THE DREAM.. It was kind of like those stumble on the sidewalk in the dream things and you jerk your legs for real... Yeah.. That would've sucked... Thankfully, it didn't happen! My husband had also forgot to turn his alarm off so we both woke up to a guitar playing Iron Man at 7:10am.. To be safe, since I was awake anyway, I got up and took care of the inevitable. If that wasn't enough of a disturbed night, there were a few bonus incidents for me as well.. Somewhere between bathroom breaks two and three, I wake up because I hear the loud clicks and creaks of my very old bedroom swinging open slowly.. With one open eye trying to focus in the dark and my heart going a little faster than I liked, I finally made out the silhouette of my youngest daughter. She walked over to my side right in front of me and says two things that are both very precious and exhausting at the same time.. First thing.. "I had a bad dream" followed by.. "Can I sleep with you?" I look, not really AT her, just kind of at nothing as I think about it.. I KNOW this girl, even for as small as she is, can take up a good 35% of what is considered "my side" which leaves me laying on my side between her and my husband.. And the ONLY reason I think of myself in the middle, is to prevent any kind of rolling over squishing incident! I snap back to her when I see her glancing around the darkness that is my room... Grrrr.... Even though I have a very strong overwhelming feeling that I will regret it, I open my arms to her and help her up on my bed. So now I'm in the middle, on my side, my body pillow moved to just barely between my knees, and my arm around my baby girl.. She falls asleep in no time. I only know this because I did NOT. I fought like hell to get one leg out of my suffocating blanket while still keep her covered just so I didn't totally feel like I was being smothered. Eventually (and I'm talking 25 minutes or so..) I fall asleep.. I'm woken up when I get a tiny balled fist right to the face.. Apparently she can have vivid dreams too! I looked at the clock and amazingly, only 30 minutes had passed since the last time I had looked at it! Seriously? I try to get my husband to scoot over ANY more than he already had just to give me the slightest hint of my own space to be able to sleep... Soon after that was bathroom trip number three I told you about. When I was done, I picked my daughter up and took her back to her room. I laid her down, tucked her in, kissed her and thanked God she was still sleeping as I crept out of the room. My side of the bed never felt bigger! It felt SO GOOD! I made an X with my body as much as I could just because I could! :) I pulled my body pillow up after a few minutes and snuggled up to it while passing out yet again.. It was around 5:30 when I was laying almost on my stomach and realized my husband who was on his side had rolled onto his back.. ON TOP OF ME! Half dead, I reached up to push him off and it was like pushing a FULLY dead person! Finally I rolled up on my side enough to where he was back on his and then I rolled for my life! Still sleeping, he falls on his back and looks peaceful as ever. GIVE ME A BREAK! I saw that he had about two feet of spare room on his side and that was not ok after the night I was enduring. I pushed his arm and side a little until he woke up and looked up at me all dazed. "Could you maybe move over JUST A LITTLE bit honey.. Like now.. Please." He blinked a few times and rolled over without a word. (Tiny choir sings Hallelujah!) I lay my head down and return to my chopped up version of a good nights sleep.. And eventually the bathroom call hit me again. After his alarm went off I hit bathroom trip number five in a course of 8 hours or so..  and instead of going or attempting to go back to sleep, I surrendered to the morning and just got up. I was alone in the living room. My husband.. sleeping. Kids.. sleeping. And me.. I was staring into the blackness of my turned off television wondering what the hell I was doing there! Eventually I turned it on and slumped over onto a pillow. I never did go back to sleep... One day, the first part of this story will TOTALLY happen. I mean it may have to be Nyquil induced... But it would be a good nights rest just the same! One day... Sleep well tonight everyone! I have a feeling that "one day" is nowhere close to being in my reach just yet... -Super Mom

Ahh....Yes...

Ahh... Solicitors..

          Hello and HAPPY FRIDAY!!! It's been a little bit of a week.. Between aggravating bills, crazy cravings and crappy weather... I have just really wanted to CHECK OUT and be done already! And to top it off.. I have had three different days of the same annoying kind of pest bombard me when I least expect it.. The first occurrence happened Monday around 2pm.. I was vacuuming in my living room all dolled up of course (comfy shorts, tank top, messy pony tail and ahh.. no bra!) when I hear a LOUD "knock knock knock knock knock!!" Yes.. five loud, scary, almost made me pee myself bangs on my front door that I'm three feet away from! I turn the vacuum off.. wait a second.. and again.. Another five fist slamming knocks! I go to my room, grab a zip up sweatshirt, throw it on, peek out the window (OF COURSE they are still there ready for round three of knocking..) and then finally open the door. The obvious signs like my clothing, the vacuum beside me or even the look on my face when I stare at this stranger wasn't hint enough that I did NOT want to be disturbed to hear a pitch, sob story or BUY something. No, instead the guy took a small step forward like we went WAY back or something and started with his oh so cheery "Well hello Ma'am! How are you this fine day?" Three things ran through my head at the moment.. One.. Why oh why did I open the door? Two.. Would he walk away if I just continued my blank stare and didn't speak? And three.. I HATE BEING CALLED MA'AM! Before I could say anything, he was pulling out a paper for AT&T U-verse and asking me who my current provider was... To be fair, this particular guy had never been here before.. However.. In the year that I've lived here.. There have been SIX different AT&T reps come to my door with the same papers, asking the same questions and getting the same the same answer. I DON'T WANT IT! DONE! END! PERIOD! (I even spent 25 minutes on the phone with a corporate manager to get the message across.... I DON'T WANT IT!!!!) Apparently, I speak another language because they keep on coming... Anyway, before I let this guy spill his guts on why I should switch and everything, I smile politely and say "I have already had a few people from your business stop out. I've compared the two services and I'm happy with what I have right now. Thanks. Have a good day." Now, if that was ME, I would take that as a polite "No sir, don't bother gearing up to give me your speech. I don't want it, I've heard it all before, please get the hell off my porch. Good day!" But no.. not to this guy.. He took a defensive stance and hit me with a "What's your internet speed? How much do you pay?" WOW! I looked at him for about ten seconds.. But again just as I started to open my mouth.. "I really think you should take a glance at our great packages, I have this one and it's amazing." That did it. I was done. I gave a little hint of a chuckle before I let out with this.. "Ok, honestly, as I said before, I have compared EVERYTHING between yours and mine and in my opinion.. Yours SUCKS! I have told you I'm not interested just like I have told the first five people who have come here before you and a manager on the phone. Here's what you CAN do for me.. Remember this house, this address and this look on my face.. Spread the word and PLEASE let it be known that I DO NOT WANT ANY PART OF YOUR SERVICES. I have a ton of stuff to do and you're kind of making me want to never open the door again so please.. thanks, but no thanks. Have a great day, good bye." And with that, I backed up and closed the door locking the lock and leaving the man on my porch speechless. Now I know that some of you can read that and be like "wow, how rude!" No, no, no.. I have asked to be taken off mailing lists, calling lists and solicitors lists... Obviously I wasn't taken seriously and THAT is rude. I turned the vacuum on and went around to the window to peek at the person leaving.. Only.. HE WASN'T LEAVING! He was on the phone! Just hanging out.. on my porch.. on the phone.. What? Who does that?? :-/ After a minute I turned on my stereo (LOUD) and a few minutes later.. FINALLY.. he started to leave, still on the phone, still glancing over his shoulder back at the house.. Wow... I went on with my day and didn't see him again. That was a doozy for a freaking Monday! Then Tuesday comes.. Like an idiot, I have my front door wide open with the storm door closed just letting in some of the barely there sunshine while I edit some photos and watch a movie with the girls. Relaxing, calm morning.. And then... "knock, knock!" I lean up and look out the storm door... A girl.. maybe 25.. holding a stack of books and papers... Oh my goodness... Here we go again... The mornings relaxing attire consists of a tee, leggings and sports bra (THANK GOD!). I set my computer down, let out my sigh of regret for leaving the door open and go to the door.. I open it and let out a weak "hello.." She started to talk (barely English by the way..) about a learning program for exchange students in college....? Yeah.. This wasn't the first one of these either... I proceeded to tell her that I have already talked to someone about the exact same thing.. That doesn't get through.. Instead of packing up her stuff and moving on to her next stop, she looks at me with a blank smile and repeats what I had said.. "Someone has been HERE talking about THIS? Was that today?" I look at her then reply.."No, not today but it wasn't that long ago at all. I'm not interested I'm sorry, have a good one ok?" I mean.. COME ON! For not wanting ANY part of what they have to offer, I was SO POLITE but they just don't seem to get it!! After a few minutes of her asking me if I was SURE I didn't want to hear it and everything else, I quietly closed the door and she left. Two in one week! Goodness.. I thought I was free and clear until Wednesday afternoon.. Only this time, it was a doorbell ring at my back door.. The only people who use my back door are friends and delivery people (THE PEOPLE I LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR!). My first thought was, do I have a shipment coming from somewhere?? No... Hmm... So with three more "DING DONGS".. I went to the back door, opened it up and... The same girl from the day before! I don't know if she was expecting a whole new person to be standing in the whole new door.. But no.. She saw me and just when I thought it registered in her head that we have had the same encounter just ONE day before... NOPE! She pulled out the same papers and books and I had to stop her. She started to spit out the same opening and instead of going over the same rejection I had already used, I looked back over my shoulder and yelled "What? Wait for me, I'll be there in a second!" With that, I looked back at her and gave a quick, "sorry.. kids." I left her with a smile and said good bye as I closed the door and started to hurry to my fake situation with my kids... :) A little low? Well maybe... Good news is that Thursday there was NO RINGING OR KNOCKING!!! Not a one!!! And it was wonderful!!!!! I'm thinking of making a sign to put on my door that reads "UPS and FedEx welcome!! Anyone else... NOT INTERESTED!" I haven't done it yet.. But the thought is very, VERY tempting! I have had people ring my bell trying to sell me books, cleaning spray, vacuum cleaners, cookies, candy, doughnuts, time shares, magazine subscriptions and more.. Then there are those who want to tell me about things like cable, the bible, lawn care, child care, senior care, fundraisers, marathons, colleges, and so on... Some times I answer.. Other times I ignore them until they go away... It just gets exhausting! They are relentless! It's worse than the people who rush up to you outside of a store or IN a store! (A good avoidance tip for THOSE ones.. Pretend you're talking on your phone and it's a VERY important conversation. So important that all you can really do is wave your hand at them whispering "Sorry!" while still moving past them right out the door! Have I used this tactic before... Umm... Maybe...Have I received an ACTUAL phone call while faking a phone call... Yeah... :-/ But other than those FEW times... success! ) ;)  Please let my door go untouched this weekend... Please, please, please! Hoping you have a wonderful rest of your day and a great relaxing weekend free of solicitors!!! -Super Mom