It is now 11:40am. The morning has not even passed and I'm done with the day. I want to crawl back into my once warm bed, put on Pride & Prejudice (Colin Firth edition...YUMMMMMM - thanks Julie), eat comfort food and forget about what is going on outside my bedroom. Yes, that is what this morning's events have led me to - lucky girl that I am.
The day started off rather well actually. All the boys were up well before 7am and they pretty much did what they needed to do without my interference. At 7:40am I sent them out the door like every other day to wait at the end of the driveway for the bus that comes around 7:45. By 8am, there wasn't a bus and so I called the Superintendent's office and left a message. 5 minutes later I get a call back that says they are down one bus driver this morning and the kids should be picked up any minute. Oh ok...no biggie. I'm home, right? Then the phone rings again and it's the hubby telling me that he forgot his cell phone somewhere in the house, but doesn't know where and can I bring it to him. Oh ok, sure...I have to go to get a few things at the grocery store anyway. No big deal.
I get Em some oatmeal and while she eats I go do some laundry, check my email, check facebook and then my friend, A., calls. She is recently separated and going through a divorce. We don't get to "play" too much anymore as she is working many, many hours to ensure that the house (that her father built) will not be lost during said divorce. We chat a bit and I keep waiting for Becca's bus to come so Em & I can jump in the shower and get our day rolling. By 9 am I figure I probably should call the bus company and the school which is separate from the school I just called an hour earlier. Yeah, van driver has totally forgotten Bec and school starts in less than 20 minutes. Em and I are still in our pj's. We power shower and jump in the truck so we can drive Bec to school about 25 minutes away. We get within a mile of Bec's school and Em who has been whining for the last 10 minutes or so begins to vomit. Oy vey. Did I mention I didn't bring her pacifier? Did I mention that the pacifier seems to help her carsickness on car rides? She vomits 3 times and up comes her ENTIRE oatmeal w/blueberry applesauce breakfast. My poor girl is covered.
Thankfully, I've gotten slightly smarter in the last couple of months and have begun leaving a change of clothes for her in the back of the truck. We drop Bec off at the back of her school, make sure she gets into the building and park behind the DCS building. I begin to clean up my girl & her carseat all while making sure no one is trying to car jack me because here I am in a brand new vehicle with my back turned in a seemingly seedy area that I'm not familiar with. After what seemed like forever, we get back into the van and head towards home. We stop and pick up her "fire" and "key" and I realize that getting to the grocery store isn't going to happen this morning. In fact, I'll be lucky to get my hubby's phone to him and then make it back for David's pre-k bus.
When I finally get to the jobsite to drop off hubby's phone, I rolled down the window and said, "Here, don't have time to talk...." (I wasn't finished with my sentence) and instead of asking if everything was ok, hubby says instead, "I don't either." WOW. Next time pick up your own f-ing phone or better yet, take it out of your damn dirty pants and put it in your clean pants BEFORE leaving them on the floor of the basement because I certainly don't want to be carting our carsick girl all over creation just because you might miss a stupid f&^%$#g call.
So I hightailed it back home with 5 minutes to spare before Davey got off his bus - dragging. It's been a long week. Made longer by the fact that David has a cold and a runny nose. The kids have had lunch and I only can hope and pray that Em's doesn't come back up when we repeat the little car ride we've just had so we can pick Jerm & Bec up from school, hightail it home to drop off Bec & the little ones just so that I can drive like a maniac for Jerm's cardiologist consult this afternoon.
As a side note to all of these happenings this morning, my heart is deeply troubled for my minister & his family. He has been battling cancer for about 2 years now and I believe he is coming to the end of his path here on earth. He is a good man and I've enjoyed getting to know him and his family long before I ever checked out the church. They were the first to welcome us to town and immediately sought out to make us feel comfortable here. I keep wondering how they hold it together...how someone can make peace with the fact that they have to leave their children and/or spouse. I cannot imagine what either side is feeling. I want so desperately to help in some way, but I don't want to be intrusive either. My heart just hurts and while my beliefs tell me that P. will indeed see his family again and they will see him, it doesn't make it any easier to swallow.
Yeah, I'm already tired of today....
Friday, September 12, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Kicking my own arse
I decided to do some "fitness walking" through the town rec department this morning. The route starts from the school, heads right down the main road, left onto a paved & then dirt road, up near my house take left and back down my road which leads back to main road & school (one big 4+ mile loop) Here's the account:
Walking stroller? check. Well, wait...it is a wet, leafy mess because the kids have left it in the middle of the yard. Damn...ok, run to the washer to at least get the pad washed. Clean leaves, dry out best as I could. Ok, now I can put it in the back of the truck and drive to the school (1.9 miles away). Oh shoot...10 minutes late...no one there...ah, ok, drive home via the walking route. Aha! There they are! Park along side of road, get stroller, get Em into stroller. We're off!
Road turns to dirt/gravel after crossing Mt. Hope River. BIG HILLLLLLLLLL. Did I mention that the hill is big? Huffing and puffing. Other two walkers WAY ahead. Hyperventililating due to heavy breathing. Stop. Breathe into my cupped hands to try and control breathing. Decide pushing 50 extra pounds in front of myself will definitely be the death of me if I continue this route. No one there to call 911 when I pass out. Decide to take the blue path trail through woods thinking it was a short cut. Big rocks, a stream and some logs & tree roots later, we emerge onto my road where my calves are filthy, my head is sweaty and no other walkers to be seen. Oh well. Not going backtracking through the wooded path. Start down road. Wishing I had my iPod. Get to Mt. Hope River on other side of loop and one of the other walkers drives up in her car. By this time, breathing is normal, Em is happy, body is still sweaty, but ok. No more big hills. Asks if I need a ride. Nope. Ok now. Finally hit main road, pass school and take a left where my beautiful, sight for sore eyes truck is parked. Even Em is happy to see it.
Drive home, take shower...debate whether I'll be doing this again...but now I know why I lost weight so fast before when I was walking with David in this stroller before I got pregnant with Emma. It's uphill both ways....
Walking stroller? check. Well, wait...it is a wet, leafy mess because the kids have left it in the middle of the yard. Damn...ok, run to the washer to at least get the pad washed. Clean leaves, dry out best as I could. Ok, now I can put it in the back of the truck and drive to the school (1.9 miles away). Oh shoot...10 minutes late...no one there...ah, ok, drive home via the walking route. Aha! There they are! Park along side of road, get stroller, get Em into stroller. We're off!
Road turns to dirt/gravel after crossing Mt. Hope River. BIG HILLLLLLLLLL. Did I mention that the hill is big? Huffing and puffing. Other two walkers WAY ahead. Hyperventililating due to heavy breathing. Stop. Breathe into my cupped hands to try and control breathing. Decide pushing 50 extra pounds in front of myself will definitely be the death of me if I continue this route. No one there to call 911 when I pass out. Decide to take the blue path trail through woods thinking it was a short cut. Big rocks, a stream and some logs & tree roots later, we emerge onto my road where my calves are filthy, my head is sweaty and no other walkers to be seen. Oh well. Not going backtracking through the wooded path. Start down road. Wishing I had my iPod. Get to Mt. Hope River on other side of loop and one of the other walkers drives up in her car. By this time, breathing is normal, Em is happy, body is still sweaty, but ok. No more big hills. Asks if I need a ride. Nope. Ok now. Finally hit main road, pass school and take a left where my beautiful, sight for sore eyes truck is parked. Even Em is happy to see it.
Drive home, take shower...debate whether I'll be doing this again...but now I know why I lost weight so fast before when I was walking with David in this stroller before I got pregnant with Emma. It's uphill both ways....
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Falling off the face of the earth
Ok, so I didn't really, but it certainly feels that way!
Why did I think once the kids went back to school that FREE TIME would magically appear in my day? Granted, things are super quiet here (YAY!), but I have found that the few hours I have just Em in the mornings are spent cleaning up and tidying the house. Yesterday I even baked a pie before I even got Em out of her crib. Can I just say "THANK GOD!"?
Seriously. Looking back at summer it is so apparent to me that I was just totally overwhelmed with all the kiddos being home. Nothing ever stayed clean and truth be told, I just gave up after awhile. I mean, I still cleaned the kitchen (counters, etc.) and the bathrooms, but the floors? Nope. Bedrooms? Nope again. Living room? I would ask the kids to pick up the garbage & toys off the floor every couple of days. I'm so ashamed to admit that, but there it is. The awful truth about me & my housekeeping. Now my laundry is caught up, dinner is being made every night, the living room is picked up each and every day and I may even start getting the floors done every day like they should be. Of course, my bedroom still looks like a hurricane went through it, but mostly I just need to put away my clean clothes and keep Em's toys picked up.
On top of starting to get my little world back into control, Jerm has seen the cardiologist, had blood taken for cholesterol testing, etc., had an echo cardiogram and is scheduled for a stress test & halter tomorrow. Our consult is next Friday and I'll be updating on that situation after our meeting. Becca has started school and is picked up about 1 hour after the elementary boys. She does not get home until after 6pm which is a bit disconcerting for me, but I guess I'll get used to it. Em is growing leaps and bounds and talking SO much. Of course, it isn't ever anything nice because my awesome teens like to hear her say "Truck You" which I'm sure you can figure out how it actually comes out. Oh yes, we talk about trucks, truckers, big trucks, daddy's trucks, mama's truck at the dinner table each night. Good times. Gooooood times. It's hard not to laugh because it is rather funny in a teenage way and I'm not anything if not juvenile. :oP
So yeah, still here...still trying to get my act together and get a routine. Once that happens, I should be around more...whether that is a good thing or not, I'll let you decide. ;)
Why did I think once the kids went back to school that FREE TIME would magically appear in my day? Granted, things are super quiet here (YAY!), but I have found that the few hours I have just Em in the mornings are spent cleaning up and tidying the house. Yesterday I even baked a pie before I even got Em out of her crib. Can I just say "THANK GOD!"?
Seriously. Looking back at summer it is so apparent to me that I was just totally overwhelmed with all the kiddos being home. Nothing ever stayed clean and truth be told, I just gave up after awhile. I mean, I still cleaned the kitchen (counters, etc.) and the bathrooms, but the floors? Nope. Bedrooms? Nope again. Living room? I would ask the kids to pick up the garbage & toys off the floor every couple of days. I'm so ashamed to admit that, but there it is. The awful truth about me & my housekeeping. Now my laundry is caught up, dinner is being made every night, the living room is picked up each and every day and I may even start getting the floors done every day like they should be. Of course, my bedroom still looks like a hurricane went through it, but mostly I just need to put away my clean clothes and keep Em's toys picked up.
On top of starting to get my little world back into control, Jerm has seen the cardiologist, had blood taken for cholesterol testing, etc., had an echo cardiogram and is scheduled for a stress test & halter tomorrow. Our consult is next Friday and I'll be updating on that situation after our meeting. Becca has started school and is picked up about 1 hour after the elementary boys. She does not get home until after 6pm which is a bit disconcerting for me, but I guess I'll get used to it. Em is growing leaps and bounds and talking SO much. Of course, it isn't ever anything nice because my awesome teens like to hear her say "Truck You" which I'm sure you can figure out how it actually comes out. Oh yes, we talk about trucks, truckers, big trucks, daddy's trucks, mama's truck at the dinner table each night. Good times. Gooooood times. It's hard not to laugh because it is rather funny in a teenage way and I'm not anything if not juvenile. :oP
So yeah, still here...still trying to get my act together and get a routine. Once that happens, I should be around more...whether that is a good thing or not, I'll let you decide. ;)
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Why? - Every parent's nightmare. Or at least one of them.
Found out yesterday that a 15yo boy in Jerm's grade died of a drug overdose. He wasn't a friend of Jerm's really, but this is a small town and everyone knows everyone else. Jerm received texts, online messages and saw status updates on FB regarding this boy. From what Jerm has gathered, he and another boy from town both OD'd on amphetamines. B. died and C. apparently lived (as of this writing, I only know what Jerm's friends have shared regarding C. - B.'s obit was in the paper this morning).
My mind is a tempest over this and it has affected the hubby too. As a parent to more than one teenager, this stuff is REAL. Real & scary. I know that B's life was tough and he wasn't always the most likable kid. Jerm said that he could be a real jerk sometimes, but to know that he's gone? That is just unimaginable. I cannot for the life of me grasp what his parents must be going through. I try my hardest to put myself in those shoes and the amount of grief from just imagining it is overpowering and debilitating.
I had a chance to talk to Jerm about it alone yesterday in the truck. After he asked what would cause someone to die from an amphetamine OD, he said he thought B. & C. were so stupid and why would they do that? I tried to explain that most teenagers and young adults do not have a clear concept of their own mortality. I explained that teenagers tend to make impulsive choices. He bristled a bit at my stereotyping, but I explained that I wasn't trying to put a "bad" label on teenagers...just one that seemed to fit most. I told him that living life and growing older gives you a new perspective on things - teaches you about mortality - tends to make you more cautious. I also mentioned to him that one summer - I think it was between my Freshman & Sophomore years - a rash of teenagers died in my small town. They all had been drinking/doing drugs & driving. I had an older, out of high school friend who also happened to be a volunteer firefighter who had described to me in detail at least two of the accident scenes. Needless to say, I didn't ever drive after partying. It had hit close to home for me like I think this news of B. & C. has hit close to home for Jerm.
I don't think Jerm does drugs and I don't think he drinks on a regular basis. He doesn't really go anywhere and pretty much hangs out with his XBox 360. For all intents and purposes, the most trouble I have ever had with this eldest child of mine has been his mouthiness. He still likes to play basketball over at the church, plays school baseball and loves to throw a football around or get his friends together for a pick up football game in the snow, but I don't think he is into partying. I know for a fact that Jerm has tried marijuana (with his cousin) and he said he didn't think it was all that cool. He also got himself shitfaced drunk at home last New Year's eve while we were at a party up the street. He actually texted me to tell me at 2am. Needless to say, he hasn't over imbibed since praying to the porcelain goddess a few hours later that morning.
Honestly, by the time I was Jerm's age, I had already done all my partying as a teenager. I had already met DH and was settling down. My idea of a good time was Monopoly at my Dad's house with the hubby, my cousin & my best friend and a couple sixes of Michelob beer. Sometimes I worry Jerm's lack of partying now will resurface during college and that scares the living shit out of me. I can only hope and pray to my Heavenly Father that He keeps Jerm safe and that Jerm keeps his levelheadedness.
At some point, you realize that most of the teaching you do for your child is done in the early years and once they hit the tumultuous teen years, it is more about them finding their own footing in life and learning how to be their own adult person. That is not to say that there aren't teaching moments, but they aren't as plentiful as they were back when they were little children. Teenagers just aren't as "moldable" as little people are.
So if you pray, I ask that you pray for B.'s family and if you don't pray, please send some good thoughts/energy their way. I cannot even imagine how life goes on after something like this....
My mind is a tempest over this and it has affected the hubby too. As a parent to more than one teenager, this stuff is REAL. Real & scary. I know that B's life was tough and he wasn't always the most likable kid. Jerm said that he could be a real jerk sometimes, but to know that he's gone? That is just unimaginable. I cannot for the life of me grasp what his parents must be going through. I try my hardest to put myself in those shoes and the amount of grief from just imagining it is overpowering and debilitating.
I had a chance to talk to Jerm about it alone yesterday in the truck. After he asked what would cause someone to die from an amphetamine OD, he said he thought B. & C. were so stupid and why would they do that? I tried to explain that most teenagers and young adults do not have a clear concept of their own mortality. I explained that teenagers tend to make impulsive choices. He bristled a bit at my stereotyping, but I explained that I wasn't trying to put a "bad" label on teenagers...just one that seemed to fit most. I told him that living life and growing older gives you a new perspective on things - teaches you about mortality - tends to make you more cautious. I also mentioned to him that one summer - I think it was between my Freshman & Sophomore years - a rash of teenagers died in my small town. They all had been drinking/doing drugs & driving. I had an older, out of high school friend who also happened to be a volunteer firefighter who had described to me in detail at least two of the accident scenes. Needless to say, I didn't ever drive after partying. It had hit close to home for me like I think this news of B. & C. has hit close to home for Jerm.
I don't think Jerm does drugs and I don't think he drinks on a regular basis. He doesn't really go anywhere and pretty much hangs out with his XBox 360. For all intents and purposes, the most trouble I have ever had with this eldest child of mine has been his mouthiness. He still likes to play basketball over at the church, plays school baseball and loves to throw a football around or get his friends together for a pick up football game in the snow, but I don't think he is into partying. I know for a fact that Jerm has tried marijuana (with his cousin) and he said he didn't think it was all that cool. He also got himself shitfaced drunk at home last New Year's eve while we were at a party up the street. He actually texted me to tell me at 2am. Needless to say, he hasn't over imbibed since praying to the porcelain goddess a few hours later that morning.
Honestly, by the time I was Jerm's age, I had already done all my partying as a teenager. I had already met DH and was settling down. My idea of a good time was Monopoly at my Dad's house with the hubby, my cousin & my best friend and a couple sixes of Michelob beer. Sometimes I worry Jerm's lack of partying now will resurface during college and that scares the living shit out of me. I can only hope and pray to my Heavenly Father that He keeps Jerm safe and that Jerm keeps his levelheadedness.
At some point, you realize that most of the teaching you do for your child is done in the early years and once they hit the tumultuous teen years, it is more about them finding their own footing in life and learning how to be their own adult person. That is not to say that there aren't teaching moments, but they aren't as plentiful as they were back when they were little children. Teenagers just aren't as "moldable" as little people are.
So if you pray, I ask that you pray for B.'s family and if you don't pray, please send some good thoughts/energy their way. I cannot even imagine how life goes on after something like this....
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
A Kid's Meme - Revisited
1. What is something mom always says to you?
D (age 4) - I don't know
D (age 7.5) - Clean your room
T (age 9) - I love you
2. What makes mom happy?
4yo - When I am being good
7.5yo - Laying in her bed
9yo - When we are behaved
3. What makes mom sad?
4yo- When I punch you
7.5 yo- When we don't like your cooking
9yo- When you and Dad fight
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
4yo - She does funny things
7.5yo - Asking me these questions
9yo - When she and Jeremy say funny jokes together
5. What was your mom like as a child?
4yo & 9yo- I dont know.
7.5yo - Sneaky.
6. How old is your mom?
4yo - 10
7.5 yo- 39
9yo - 37 or 38 - not sure
7. How tall is your mom?
4yo - 10
7.5 yo - Shorter than Becca
9yo - Not much taller than me
(Ummm, I think everyone knows I'm short now, don't they?)
8. What is her favorite thing to do?
4yo - go somewhere
7.5yo- exercise
9yo - play on the computer w/friends or play kickball in the yard with the family
9. What does your mom do when you are not around?
4yo & 9yo - I don't know
7.5yo - She lays down
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
4yo - You're going to be fired if you do that.
7.5yo -Exercising
9yo - Being the best Mom
11. What is your mom really good at?
4yo - Nothing.
7.5yo - Telling us what to do.
9yo- Taking care of everyone
12. What is your mom not so good at?
4yo - I don't know
7.5yo - Making us hush up
9yo - Basketball
13. What does your mom do for her job?
4yo - Nothing
7.5yo - Taking care of the house
9yo - Taking care of us and making sure no one gets hurt
14. What is your mom’s favorite food?
4yo - Mackee-oh-nee pizza (silly giggle)
7.5yo - Lasagna
9yo - Chocolate covered strawberries
15. What makes you proud of your mom?
4yo - I don't know.
7.5yo - She's a good cook
9yo - Taking care of everyone when Dad's not around.
16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
4yo - Caillou or Patrick
7.5yo - Mighty Mom from Fairly Odd Parents
9yo - Pink Panther
17. What do you and your mom do together?
4yo - Go buy pizza
7.5 yo - Cook
9yo- Play kickball or catch
18. How are you and your mom the same?
4yo - I don't know
7.5yo - We both have brown hair (apparently he doesn't believe my hair is naturally pink...hahaha)
9yo - We have fun playing sports as a family
19. How are you and your mom different?
4yo - I just don't know (said in a "why are you asking these questions" type whine)
7.5yo - She is a girl & I am a boy
9yo - She likes strawberries and I don't
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
4yo - No answer
7.5yo - She cooks for me
9yo - She feeds & takes care of us and she makes sure we behave and don't get hurt
Very Interesting....
D (age 4) - I don't know
D (age 7.5) - Clean your room
T (age 9) - I love you
2. What makes mom happy?
4yo - When I am being good
7.5yo - Laying in her bed
9yo - When we are behaved
3. What makes mom sad?
4yo- When I punch you
7.5 yo- When we don't like your cooking
9yo- When you and Dad fight
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
4yo - She does funny things
7.5yo - Asking me these questions
9yo - When she and Jeremy say funny jokes together
5. What was your mom like as a child?
4yo & 9yo- I dont know.
7.5yo - Sneaky.
6. How old is your mom?
4yo - 10
7.5 yo- 39
9yo - 37 or 38 - not sure
7. How tall is your mom?
4yo - 10
7.5 yo - Shorter than Becca
9yo - Not much taller than me
(Ummm, I think everyone knows I'm short now, don't they?)
8. What is her favorite thing to do?
4yo - go somewhere
7.5yo- exercise
9yo - play on the computer w/friends or play kickball in the yard with the family
9. What does your mom do when you are not around?
4yo & 9yo - I don't know
7.5yo - She lays down
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
4yo - You're going to be fired if you do that.
7.5yo -Exercising
9yo - Being the best Mom
11. What is your mom really good at?
4yo - Nothing.
7.5yo - Telling us what to do.
9yo- Taking care of everyone
12. What is your mom not so good at?
4yo - I don't know
7.5yo - Making us hush up
9yo - Basketball
13. What does your mom do for her job?
4yo - Nothing
7.5yo - Taking care of the house
9yo - Taking care of us and making sure no one gets hurt
14. What is your mom’s favorite food?
4yo - Mackee-oh-nee pizza (silly giggle)
7.5yo - Lasagna
9yo - Chocolate covered strawberries
15. What makes you proud of your mom?
4yo - I don't know.
7.5yo - She's a good cook
9yo - Taking care of everyone when Dad's not around.
16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
4yo - Caillou or Patrick
7.5yo - Mighty Mom from Fairly Odd Parents
9yo - Pink Panther
17. What do you and your mom do together?
4yo - Go buy pizza
7.5 yo - Cook
9yo- Play kickball or catch
18. How are you and your mom the same?
4yo - I don't know
7.5yo - We both have brown hair (apparently he doesn't believe my hair is naturally pink...hahaha)
9yo - We have fun playing sports as a family
19. How are you and your mom different?
4yo - I just don't know (said in a "why are you asking these questions" type whine)
7.5yo - She is a girl & I am a boy
9yo - She likes strawberries and I don't
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
4yo - No answer
7.5yo - She cooks for me
9yo - She feeds & takes care of us and she makes sure we behave and don't get hurt
Very Interesting....
Monday, August 18, 2008
Two more things
1.) We are definitely going on vacation. We are leaving for the very northern tip of NH on Wednesday. I am excited for 4-5 days of not being here. I think the kiddos are too.
2.)Em peed on the potty before her bath today! She has been sitting backwards on the pot before her tub for months and months, but today was the day that she actually had to pee. YAY! I think maybe once the kiddos are back in school that we may try to get her PT'd. ::fingers crossed::
That is all. :)
2.)Em peed on the potty before her bath today! She has been sitting backwards on the pot before her tub for months and months, but today was the day that she actually had to pee. YAY! I think maybe once the kiddos are back in school that we may try to get her PT'd. ::fingers crossed::
That is all. :)
For Rach - our weekend
I'm not sure I have a whole lot to blog about, but since you asked... ;)
Jeremy went for his barium swallow chest xray series on Thursday. We have the films in the truck waiting on the Sept. 2nd appointment w/the cardiologist. The techs never tell you anything and I really haven't pulled them all out to look at them. I did pull one out and I could see the barium gliding down his middle. YUMMMM...he loved it. NOT!
After he was done, I stopped to see hubby at the shop and then we headed to my favorite coffee shop where I treated him to a slushy coffee drink and an apple fritter. I was good and had a spinach bagel, but of course I had them put some chive cream cheese on. Oh well, it was yummy! I rested for a bit and then decided to get out and weed the garden. It was getting WAY out of hand. So after about an hour or two, I had the whole garden done and felt pretty good about it. I also was happy to see a MESS of roma tomatoes on my tomato plants. They are still green, but they were planted from seed directly into the garden and I didn't think it would work. Here in CT you are supposed to plant certain seeds indoors around February, slowly "harden them off" outside and then plant into the garden once the chance of frost is over. I'll know that for next year. ;)
Friday I woke up sore from the weeding, but I had to clean the house. It really wasn't too bad as I was pretty good about keeping it up during the week. The floors are always filthy, but that's what happens when you have 6 kids, 2 dogs and a gravel/dirt circular driveway. I tried to have the little boys clean their room, but after 3 hours and not much progress, I sent them outside to play. I get very frustrated with them and I think that once school starts I will have to go in there and overhaul the room myself. They just don't take care of anything and I'm not sure how to go about getting them to understand that they have to. Sometimes I think that having so many things makes them unappreciative, but even when we've taken just about everything away, they still don't care. Sigh.
Saturday started early. I had to get to Sams Club as we were out of EVERYTHING. You know it is bad when only the 4lbs of pretzels are left in the snack closet. I woke Becca up at 6:40am and we were out of the house before 7am. Took us about 2 hours at Sams from start to check out and $916 later, we were out the door. I texted hubby the amount as I always pay with a business check. This is what my text said, verbatim: "Don't shit a brick. 915.46 for Sams" I told Becca that I was glad I didn't have to tell him that in person! He did eventually text me back and then call me. I told him to shit gold bricks if he had to because then we could pay for all the food the kids eat. Thankfully I got a chuckle out of him. :)
After getting all the food put away and finagling all the frozen goods into the freezer, I decided to use the treadmill since I hadn't been to the gym since Wednesday. I got an hour in, but of course not without 4 or 5 interruptions from the kiddos. That is why I prefer the gym, I think. I can focus on just the exercise and nothing else.
After my shower, I decided to wash the truck. David helped. I had to remind myself that he was 4 quite a few times, but I never yelled or got uptight and was proud of myself because he really had fun doing it and asked if we could wash the truck every day. Go Mommy :)
Chris pretty much worked ALL day. He is working on a new business venture with someone. I really hope it all pans out because it will mean good money for all parties involved without the back breaking labor he is used to. He is in the beginning stages and still working on the product development, but the small product sample they showed me on Saturday late afternoon was VERY promising. I pray that God will make their paths straight if it is meant to be.
After we sat down and ate dinner, I pretty much went to bed. Unfortunately, all the weeding, truck washing & the treadmill workout made a sore spot ALL over me and I couldn't sleep even though I was SOOOO tired. I ended up taking a couple advil and a couple of benedryl. I soon was feeling warm & fuzzy and went to sleep.
Sunday I woke up feeling like my head was in a fog. I couldn't think straight and felt awful. I didn't even go to church even though I had planned to. I tried drinking my coffee and had some breakfast. Still no change. I took a shower and hubby and I went for a ride. I just felt like I was carrying around a ton of bricks all day and by the time we came home from our ride, I laid down and took a nap. I awoke around 5 and hubby and the kids were shucking the corn for supper. I found the lobster pot for the corn, sliced up some fresh garden tomatoes (our neighbor is overrun with tomatoes & I happily helped him out by taking a bunch) and hubby grilled. I felt so much better.
After supper I cleaned up the (Sundays are my only clean up night) and then met hubby and the other children next door at the church for some basketball. We were joined by the niece of our across the street neighbors. She is visiting for a few weeks from Germany and is 16. We played guys against the girls (Chris & Jerm against Bec, T & I). The girls kicked butt, but of course, I cheated and that's ok because I was at least 2 feet shorter than everyone else. I also bowed out a few minutes early as Davey & Em were covered with dirt from head to toe. After I got them bathed & settled in bed, I headed across the street and visited with the neighbors in front of their bonfire. They are such nice couple and I'm so glad they moved in. L. (the male half of the couple) has promised to try and get Jerm out of his shell and help him with his German homework. He's a really neat guy (was a carpenter back in Germany and is a computer programmer here) and I know Jerm would enjoy hanging out with him. He mentioned maybe riding together (L. likes to bike it) and I told him if Jerm gets the all clear from the cardiologist in a few weeks, that would be cool.
So that was my totally boring weekend.
I am hoping that the next time I blog, it will be to tell you about our vacation. Fingers crossed that hubby is able to ditch work for the last half of the week so that we can head to NH. I just need to get out of here in a bad way and NH always soothes my soul.
Jeremy went for his barium swallow chest xray series on Thursday. We have the films in the truck waiting on the Sept. 2nd appointment w/the cardiologist. The techs never tell you anything and I really haven't pulled them all out to look at them. I did pull one out and I could see the barium gliding down his middle. YUMMMM...he loved it. NOT!
After he was done, I stopped to see hubby at the shop and then we headed to my favorite coffee shop where I treated him to a slushy coffee drink and an apple fritter. I was good and had a spinach bagel, but of course I had them put some chive cream cheese on. Oh well, it was yummy! I rested for a bit and then decided to get out and weed the garden. It was getting WAY out of hand. So after about an hour or two, I had the whole garden done and felt pretty good about it. I also was happy to see a MESS of roma tomatoes on my tomato plants. They are still green, but they were planted from seed directly into the garden and I didn't think it would work. Here in CT you are supposed to plant certain seeds indoors around February, slowly "harden them off" outside and then plant into the garden once the chance of frost is over. I'll know that for next year. ;)
Friday I woke up sore from the weeding, but I had to clean the house. It really wasn't too bad as I was pretty good about keeping it up during the week. The floors are always filthy, but that's what happens when you have 6 kids, 2 dogs and a gravel/dirt circular driveway. I tried to have the little boys clean their room, but after 3 hours and not much progress, I sent them outside to play. I get very frustrated with them and I think that once school starts I will have to go in there and overhaul the room myself. They just don't take care of anything and I'm not sure how to go about getting them to understand that they have to. Sometimes I think that having so many things makes them unappreciative, but even when we've taken just about everything away, they still don't care. Sigh.
Saturday started early. I had to get to Sams Club as we were out of EVERYTHING. You know it is bad when only the 4lbs of pretzels are left in the snack closet. I woke Becca up at 6:40am and we were out of the house before 7am. Took us about 2 hours at Sams from start to check out and $916 later, we were out the door. I texted hubby the amount as I always pay with a business check. This is what my text said, verbatim: "Don't shit a brick. 915.46 for Sams" I told Becca that I was glad I didn't have to tell him that in person! He did eventually text me back and then call me. I told him to shit gold bricks if he had to because then we could pay for all the food the kids eat. Thankfully I got a chuckle out of him. :)
After getting all the food put away and finagling all the frozen goods into the freezer, I decided to use the treadmill since I hadn't been to the gym since Wednesday. I got an hour in, but of course not without 4 or 5 interruptions from the kiddos. That is why I prefer the gym, I think. I can focus on just the exercise and nothing else.
After my shower, I decided to wash the truck. David helped. I had to remind myself that he was 4 quite a few times, but I never yelled or got uptight and was proud of myself because he really had fun doing it and asked if we could wash the truck every day. Go Mommy :)
Chris pretty much worked ALL day. He is working on a new business venture with someone. I really hope it all pans out because it will mean good money for all parties involved without the back breaking labor he is used to. He is in the beginning stages and still working on the product development, but the small product sample they showed me on Saturday late afternoon was VERY promising. I pray that God will make their paths straight if it is meant to be.
After we sat down and ate dinner, I pretty much went to bed. Unfortunately, all the weeding, truck washing & the treadmill workout made a sore spot ALL over me and I couldn't sleep even though I was SOOOO tired. I ended up taking a couple advil and a couple of benedryl. I soon was feeling warm & fuzzy and went to sleep.
Sunday I woke up feeling like my head was in a fog. I couldn't think straight and felt awful. I didn't even go to church even though I had planned to. I tried drinking my coffee and had some breakfast. Still no change. I took a shower and hubby and I went for a ride. I just felt like I was carrying around a ton of bricks all day and by the time we came home from our ride, I laid down and took a nap. I awoke around 5 and hubby and the kids were shucking the corn for supper. I found the lobster pot for the corn, sliced up some fresh garden tomatoes (our neighbor is overrun with tomatoes & I happily helped him out by taking a bunch) and hubby grilled. I felt so much better.
After supper I cleaned up the (Sundays are my only clean up night) and then met hubby and the other children next door at the church for some basketball. We were joined by the niece of our across the street neighbors. She is visiting for a few weeks from Germany and is 16. We played guys against the girls (Chris & Jerm against Bec, T & I). The girls kicked butt, but of course, I cheated and that's ok because I was at least 2 feet shorter than everyone else. I also bowed out a few minutes early as Davey & Em were covered with dirt from head to toe. After I got them bathed & settled in bed, I headed across the street and visited with the neighbors in front of their bonfire. They are such nice couple and I'm so glad they moved in. L. (the male half of the couple) has promised to try and get Jerm out of his shell and help him with his German homework. He's a really neat guy (was a carpenter back in Germany and is a computer programmer here) and I know Jerm would enjoy hanging out with him. He mentioned maybe riding together (L. likes to bike it) and I told him if Jerm gets the all clear from the cardiologist in a few weeks, that would be cool.
So that was my totally boring weekend.
I am hoping that the next time I blog, it will be to tell you about our vacation. Fingers crossed that hubby is able to ditch work for the last half of the week so that we can head to NH. I just need to get out of here in a bad way and NH always soothes my soul.
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