Once upon a long yesterday....

Hmmm.... Here we go again! ;)


Once upon a long yesterday, I sat on the floor with the baby to play
I gave her a toy, she reached for a book, she gave me the grin when I gave her the look
A while went by and then she was done, the playing with toys on the floor was no fun
Into the walker so around she can cruise, I walk down the hall and I trip on some shoes
"Girls!" I yell loudly as I hit the side wall, "Come get your freaking shoes out of this hall!"
A shoe rack conveniently sits right by the door that apparently shoes don't go in anymore
I get to the kitchen to put dishes away when here comes the walker for exploring and play
"She can't reach a thing..." but I spoke too soon. She rolled to the dishes and grabbed her a spoon.
A big plastic spoon went straight to her face, some biting and drool, she must like the taste... :/
It's time for lunch so she goes in her chair. It's not "what will she EAT?" it's "what will I WEAR?"
Sure enough we both were covered in peas after eating and spitting and even a sneeze.
We both get cleaned up and it's time for a nap, but her favorite cup is in dad's truck.. oh CRAP!
Find another, it's just not the same... I swear if she talked she'd be screaming my name..
Some music, her blanket and a warm little drink.. Then slowly to dreamland she starts to sink...
I don't want to fold, I don't want to clean... I want to do NOTHING, you know what I mean!
The girls playing Legos and the baby asleep... Quietly to the couch I started to creep..
I pick up my tablet to read some of a book but before I get comfy I listen and look...
Still so quiet it's like nobody's here... As soon as it's on I notice gross smears...
What the hell is that? It's wet but it's not... I almost yelled "Girls!", I almost forgot..
Then I remembered and I did a small roar... "Looks like they're touching this tablet no more!"
I muttered and mumbled as I cleaned the glass. I just want a minute to sit on my ass!
I got twenty minutes which I GUESS was enough.. It was time to attempt my not so fun stuff.
Down to the washer of clothes not yet started then up to the kitchen where my daughter just farted.
"Go away, go away, you gross little thing!" she ran away laughing then started to sing.
Just a few tracks in my playlist of life.. My God, I'm a lucky mother and wife!
A short while later, the baby's awake... Please just stay happy, for sanity's sake...
Thankfully nothing but smiles and grins and a small little bubble of drool on her chin.
Out of the crib and up to my chest. Her little arms hug me like I'm simply the best..
Fast forward, it's dinner, "What should I make?" "Pizza" "Hot dogs" "I don't care" "Cake?"
More mumbles and grumbles, in the pantry I scan... Pasta? Chicken? I don't know man!
(I stood there for minutes, continued to look... Did I ever mention that I HATE to cook?!?)
Find something, prepare it, consume it, all right. Time to get ready for the end of the night.
Baby food, bath time, PJ's and teeth. "yes Mom the room's clean". Except the bed underneath..
"We'll get it tomorrow.." now time to read. Twenty minutes... "The End?"  INDEED!
Kisses and hugs, tucked in all tight. "See you in the morning, I love you. Good night!"
Warm drink for the baby and a nice little song.. Knowing she'll be up again before long...
"I'd love a massage..." with a nice little wink. My husband and I.. well, what do you think!
Went right to bed and fell asleep quick.. (That's the nice version without making you sick) ;)
Finally bedtime.. This day's been so long... My eyes feel so heavy.. The sandman is strong...
That's it. It's over. I'm finished. I'm OUT! The good happy ending that I'm all about...
Of course there was more, I could go on for days... And it might be amusing in so many ways...
But I'll come to a close and quietly pray.. That tomorrow will not be another today...

GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE!!!! -Super Mom

Who SHOULD and who DOES get the praise at a BBQ...

One of the things I love about summer is the chance to attend or throw BBQ dinners. They're casual, comfortable, full of good food, usually good company and there's no real WRONG way to do one if you decide to host one. As long as you have a grill, food, and someone able to use both at the same time... You're golden! My girls and I got my husband one of those big barrel shaped grills for fathers day. It's huge, heavy, has shelves and even a convenient little temperature gauge on door to let you know when you're good to start cooking... He loves it and he is THE cook when it comes to grilling.. Well this grill chef of mine decided it would be a good idea to host a BBQ dinner tonight (2 days ago he decided this..) and it's Friday.. I get that the summer season is coming to a close and it would be nice to get a few friends together and cook out so I said sure why not.. My husband mans the grill... that his what HE will do to contribute to this night.. I mean that's the basis of a good cook out.. THE FOOD! If the food gets charred, is undercooked or is simply NOT GOOD... Yikes... That's what gets remembered as a bad BBQ... And yes, even though all he has to do is cook, that is what will be remembered... Meanwhile... Here is what I have the joy of doing... Moving the picnic table and chairs in a comfortable spot, confirm the people on the invite list, move the grill up from the basement (we live in the city and it's a NICE grill that someone probably wouldn't feel bad about taking.. precautions..), make a grocery list, BUY the groceries, prep the food, get ice for drinks, take out all the necessary table trimmings such as utensils, plates, napkins, sauces and other condiments, sides, etc., put the fan outside.... Yeah... Then he will take the already ready food, cook it, serve it, people will love it, get stuffed and thank him for all the work he has done... HA! Yesterday I took the liberty of moving the outdoor furniture so it would be one less thing I would have to screw with today and this morning I took the baby out to go get all the groceries... There will be a few people that I myself have never met meaning that I don't know what they like and don't like so it's either go minimal.. TRY to go safe.. or just get EVERYTHING. As I went around the store loading my cart with water, Pepsi, Mt. Dew, Coke, Sprite (that clueless yet usually safe variety), different salads, beer, hot dogs, buns, two giant packs of chicken, bottles of BBQ sauce, paper plates, napkins, wet naps, 18 ears of corn, chips, and pies, all I could think to myself is that if people bailed and decided NOT to come tonight... I just might go to jail! I struggled to make the last few turns seeing as my cart was so overloaded and HEAVY. The highlight was that my baby was sitting and smiling very happily taking all kinds of compliments from various people.. That little joy lasted until I made it to the checkout... yikes. Again, if they decide to not show... they better plan on staying IN for a while... I finally make it home, unload all of the crap from my car and decide I've earned a little bit to just SIT down and enjoy some lunch... I feed the baby, eat my lunch, get her ready for a nap and go out to where everything still sat in bags on the counter... There was SO much to do... I say there was like I actually did it already... I have not.. I decided to write this out first... ;) So with all of this stuff out in the open now, I will go and take care of everything and proceed to get ready for tonight... I will post onto this one once it's all said and done.. We will probably get a joint "Thanks guys!" but.. we'll see... Wish me luck and happy Friday!!!! -Super Mom





After the BBQ..........

After I took care of everything and an hour had gone by, I started to prepare the chicken and corn. My husband made it home about 45 minutes before the cook out was supposed to start. Everything was ready to go and it was up to him to start the grill and start cooking once we got closer... He told me that this thing was supposed to start around 6... 6 came.. then 6:15.. 6:35.. People started showing up here and there and the last guy staggered in around 7:15. It's a good thing I had everything READY! :/ My husband started cooking, everyone was around talking and starting with drinks and it was finally kicking off after hours of getting ready for it. The food was delicious and it was good to finally relax and enjoy it all. Best of all... once the compliments started, my wonderful husband didn't hesitate to say that he only cooked and it was me who did EVERYTHING else.. Awe... I must say, after all that.. it was nice to receive a little thanks! The scattered conversations, random shots and quite a few laughs lasted a few hours which I have to admit made it worth all the trouble. For the most part anyway. ;) I guess I'd be willing to do it all again. Not anytime SOON of course.. But maybe some day! Have a fun Saturday!!! Who knows, I could be back with a new story later! :) -Super Mom

A good nights rest... What the hell is that?

It took a lot for me to not get up last night and write this out... As you may have read yesterday in the teething baby post, my daughter wakes up in the night still.. Magically, I am automatically the one who gets up to deal with her. We're talking getting formula, changing her diaper or attempting to stand and rock half awake to try to get her to snooze.. It's more than that sadly that keeps me from having a good nights sleep... When I get ready for bed I have a few ritual things I do before I allow myself to drift off to dreamland... Assuming the baby is already in bed, I check on her to make sure her legs are covered up (she sleeps with a blanket that is tucked under the mattress and only makes up to her waist.. calm down.), if I haven't already gotten a shower, I get one. After the shower  I get dressed and brush my teeth, plug in my phone after turning off the ringer and checking my alarm, I turn on the fan (yeah, I'm one of those... Even if it's freezing..), check on the baby again, move the pillows I won't be using (because I have ABOUT.. 9 pillows total on my bed..), climb into bed, adjust my pillows, pull up the blanket and close my eyes. If I lay there and am not totally ready to zonk out I'll either turn on the TV quietly, have some time with my husband or play on my phone. Once I go to sleep it's usually anywhere between 10 and 11:30ish.. Aside from the baby getting up (which is usually anywhere between 1 and 4am), I have other things that wake me up... Having to go to the bathroom, a crappy dream, my husband talking in his sleep, my husband getting in MY space on my side of the bed (we're talking more than cuddling.. more like smothering.. thankfully, doesn't happen that often), my husband snoring, having to get a drink, checking on the baby to make sure she hasn't rolled to her belly (most nights she does.. it still scares me..), having to reposition the blanket my husband has taken over, having to adjust the pillows that just aren't working right, trying to figure out if the sound I just heard was in my head or really the house, a child waking me (yes it's ALWAYS ME!) because of a bad dream, a child waking me because they don't feel good or I wake up because of one of those things and I end up THINKING about something that floods my thoughts no matter how hard I try to get rid of it. It's a vicious cycle that usually wins.. Before I know it, it's 7am and my alarm is going off or about to go off so I have to get up and get my kids ready for school. As if by some crazy coincidence (every freaking day...), by the time they are ready to walk out the door, my baby decides it's time for HER to get up... It's hard to be dragging when I look at the smiling face but my god...I don't drink coffee and I don't do energy drinks... Blah.. I kind of wish I had taken more naps while I was pregnant and was in the house by myself through the day... Think of the bits of energy I could have stored... I know it doesn't work that way but STILL! I would love a solid week of full nights sleep... No interruptions whatsoever... No baby stuff.. no dreams from anyone.. no snoring or creepy sounds or needing to pee in the middle of the night at all... Ahhhh.... It would be wonderful.. WONDERFUL! It's too bad that I probably won't know that feeling for a few years still... :( A good nights rest is just another thing for me to dream about. So when you lay your pretty little head down to go to sleep tonight, hopefully you can be thankful that you can lay there knowing you don't have to worry about this kind of stuff interrupting your slumber... And for those of you with similar bed time stories to mine... I am sorry.. I am so so sorry!!! Good luck tonight everyone! Here's hoping for 2 times awake or less and not MORE! :) Good night! -Super Mom