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... :)