Wednesday, February 27, 2008
B's a shoplifter
Okay, so my husband does Asset Protection for Target right, as in catches shoplifters and such? Well, yesterday I was at Target with the boys. I was checking and we happened to be at the one closest to the food court. J asked if he could get popcorn. Well it was totally dead in the store, just me checking out and no one in the food court except the chick behind the counter, so I gave him some money and said go for it. Now I'm totally nervous and I'm watching him and I'm trying to pay for my stuff and load up my bags all at the same time. When I'm done I get J (who did great btw) and we head out to the truck. I load the bags and go to get B out of the cart, when I notice he's holding a 6 pack of pudding. I ask "did we pay for that"? B says yes (like he knows what I'm talking about). I figure the cashier must have handed it back to him after she rang it up, I mean they do that all the time you know? So we get home and I put everything away. Then I find my receipt. And the pudding is not on there. Crap! My 3 year old just stole from Target, and my husband is in charge of busting him.
Monday, February 25, 2008
God doesn't care what you wear
I wore the "mom uniform" to church yesterday. If you don't know what that is you're either (1) a man or (2) one of those chicks that actually get dressed in cute clothes and put on make up everyday, right after you've perfectly styled your hair. And for the record, I don't know any of those chicks. Anyway, the mom uniform consists of your basic tee an a pair of track pants, often seen with a matching hoodie. And this is what I wore to church, hoodie and sneakers included. But I think I'm entitled. I'm crampy and bloated and hormonal and I'm not out to impress anyone.
What's up with Dads?
Seriously, after nearly five years of this parenting gig, you'd think he'd have a clue.
Here was my Saturday...
Woke up before freaking dawn with the 3 year old. No exaggeration.
Have family of five fed, dressed and out the door by 9am. No small feat.
Missed Big J's first soccer practice. And can I just vent about this for a minute? Of course, it's my blog. Okay, so I missed it because I had to work at H&R Blockheads. I had let the brain dead receptionist know that I wouldn't be in until 11:00, but someone scheduled me an appointment for 10:00, and the client was unwilling to reschedule and I was the only one scheduled to come in. GRRRR!!!
Worked for about four hours with tons of technical problems. Finally closed up the shop when the network (which could be classified as an antique) crashed.
Get home to find my husband in the beginning stages of putting together a two shelf bookcase. I notice the time, glance at the 3 year old, and do a mental calculation of how much time we have before he has a "I need a nap" meltdown. I started to get really nervous when hubby asked for glue. Um... glue? For putting together a bookshelf?
Tension builds as the boys try to "help" Daddy.
FINALLY, after what seemed like a week, the bookshelf is done. I tell hubby I'm taking B up for a nap. He says, get this, "He needs a nap?" HEL-FREAKIN-LO????
So I'm trying to get B to sleep but the noise coming from downstairs sounds like hubby is putting on a room addition. And B is doing everything in is power to stay awake, including poking his eyes and slapping his own face.
FINALLY, after what seemed like three weeks, B fell asleep (a miracle considering the decibel level downstairs). I go downstairs and hear hubby hissing "Be quiet! B's trying to sleep!" Um... whatever, it's his voice I kept hearing.
Quickly and quietly, I get J dressed to play in the snow outside while I stack a half cord of wood in the garage (something hubby was supposed to do).
Now, since I wasn't planning on the network at Blockheads crashing, I didn't have anything taken out for dinner, so we went out for pizza. The booth they sat us at had some cracks in the seat. And of course the boys didn't want to sit on the cracks, as if they would swallow them up or something. Well, Daddy didn't have a clue as to how to handle this so I ended up sandwiched between them with only about 5 inches for my big butt to fit.
Okay, at this particular pizza place, it takes a LONG time to get your pizza. But it's the best place in town (IMHO) so we deal with it, or at least I deal with it. As the volume level at our table increases, I suggest to hubby that he take them downstairs to play in the arcade. Sweat immediately appears on his brow and he just looks back at me blankly. "Nevermind", I say. I take the boys down with a handfull of quarters to play race cars, over and over and over, until the pizza is finally ready.
And trust me when I tell you that bath and bedtime didn't fare much better.
Here was my Saturday...
Woke up before freaking dawn with the 3 year old. No exaggeration.
Have family of five fed, dressed and out the door by 9am. No small feat.
Missed Big J's first soccer practice. And can I just vent about this for a minute? Of course, it's my blog. Okay, so I missed it because I had to work at H&R Blockheads. I had let the brain dead receptionist know that I wouldn't be in until 11:00, but someone scheduled me an appointment for 10:00, and the client was unwilling to reschedule and I was the only one scheduled to come in. GRRRR!!!
Worked for about four hours with tons of technical problems. Finally closed up the shop when the network (which could be classified as an antique) crashed.
Get home to find my husband in the beginning stages of putting together a two shelf bookcase. I notice the time, glance at the 3 year old, and do a mental calculation of how much time we have before he has a "I need a nap" meltdown. I started to get really nervous when hubby asked for glue. Um... glue? For putting together a bookshelf?
Tension builds as the boys try to "help" Daddy.
FINALLY, after what seemed like a week, the bookshelf is done. I tell hubby I'm taking B up for a nap. He says, get this, "He needs a nap?" HEL-FREAKIN-LO????
So I'm trying to get B to sleep but the noise coming from downstairs sounds like hubby is putting on a room addition. And B is doing everything in is power to stay awake, including poking his eyes and slapping his own face.
FINALLY, after what seemed like three weeks, B fell asleep (a miracle considering the decibel level downstairs). I go downstairs and hear hubby hissing "Be quiet! B's trying to sleep!" Um... whatever, it's his voice I kept hearing.
Quickly and quietly, I get J dressed to play in the snow outside while I stack a half cord of wood in the garage (something hubby was supposed to do).
Now, since I wasn't planning on the network at Blockheads crashing, I didn't have anything taken out for dinner, so we went out for pizza. The booth they sat us at had some cracks in the seat. And of course the boys didn't want to sit on the cracks, as if they would swallow them up or something. Well, Daddy didn't have a clue as to how to handle this so I ended up sandwiched between them with only about 5 inches for my big butt to fit.
Okay, at this particular pizza place, it takes a LONG time to get your pizza. But it's the best place in town (IMHO) so we deal with it, or at least I deal with it. As the volume level at our table increases, I suggest to hubby that he take them downstairs to play in the arcade. Sweat immediately appears on his brow and he just looks back at me blankly. "Nevermind", I say. I take the boys down with a handfull of quarters to play race cars, over and over and over, until the pizza is finally ready.
And trust me when I tell you that bath and bedtime didn't fare much better.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Lil' B's Birthday
My little man turned 3 yesterday. So many things about him just make me giggle.
He has the best facial expressions... you never have to wonder what he's thinking or feeling, it's written all over his face.
He hides stuff. Weird stuff too, like chapstick. When I ask him why he's hiding it he says "so the monster doesn't get it."
He gives the best kisses, but I have to savor them because he can be stingy.
He has the cutest voice. I could listen to him talk all day.... okay, not really all day, but he really does have the cutest little voice.
When I'm gone for a couple of hours he tells me "Mommy, I missed you!"
His birthday party was yesterday. We planned to go sledding but it was just way too cold for that. Instead we had a play doh party. There weren't that many kids but they all seemed to have fun. Just like prior years, Lil' B got all shy when we sang Happy Birthday to You. He covered his face with his hands and refused to blow out the candles. Lucky for him, he had a big brother and a little buddy that were more than willing to help him out with that.
He has the best facial expressions... you never have to wonder what he's thinking or feeling, it's written all over his face.
He hides stuff. Weird stuff too, like chapstick. When I ask him why he's hiding it he says "so the monster doesn't get it."
He gives the best kisses, but I have to savor them because he can be stingy.
He has the cutest voice. I could listen to him talk all day.... okay, not really all day, but he really does have the cutest little voice.
When I'm gone for a couple of hours he tells me "Mommy, I missed you!"
His birthday party was yesterday. We planned to go sledding but it was just way too cold for that. Instead we had a play doh party. There weren't that many kids but they all seemed to have fun. Just like prior years, Lil' B got all shy when we sang Happy Birthday to You. He covered his face with his hands and refused to blow out the candles. Lucky for him, he had a big brother and a little buddy that were more than willing to help him out with that.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
We're all sick
Yes, all of us. J caught some wonderful bug at school and thought he'd share it with the rest of us. He's had a fever since Friday, although it seems better today. B came down with the fever on Tuesday night. It was kinda scary high too, 104.5. Eek!
Now, normally I would pop my babes into the truck and take them straight to the doctor. However, we had that blizzard on Tuesday night and I was totally snowed in yesterday. I to shovel the driveway, but it was just too much. There were drifts blocking my way out of the garage that were 4 feet. Not to mention that while I attempted to shovel, my sick kiddos were inside alone. After 15 minutes of nothing, I went back inside and called for someone to plow my driveway. Best $38 I ever spent!
Bottom line - it's viral. There's nothing we can do but wait it out.
And for those of you that think we're going to fall in love with it here and never want to leave... YOU ARE SO WRONG! There's is nothing worse than feeling so trapped and isolated. I know that I probably made a bigger deal of it than it was, but this is so not what I'm used to. When I need to leave, I need to leave. And having to wait on someone else to get me out of my own house... it's just such a helpless feeling. So no worries, we're outta here in 4 years.
Now, normally I would pop my babes into the truck and take them straight to the doctor. However, we had that blizzard on Tuesday night and I was totally snowed in yesterday. I to shovel the driveway, but it was just too much. There were drifts blocking my way out of the garage that were 4 feet. Not to mention that while I attempted to shovel, my sick kiddos were inside alone. After 15 minutes of nothing, I went back inside and called for someone to plow my driveway. Best $38 I ever spent!
Bottom line - it's viral. There's nothing we can do but wait it out.
And for those of you that think we're going to fall in love with it here and never want to leave... YOU ARE SO WRONG! There's is nothing worse than feeling so trapped and isolated. I know that I probably made a bigger deal of it than it was, but this is so not what I'm used to. When I need to leave, I need to leave. And having to wait on someone else to get me out of my own house... it's just such a helpless feeling. So no worries, we're outta here in 4 years.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Strangest thing
Dairy Queen had closed "for the season" back in December. But I noticed today that it had reopened. Now, who would want to have a Blizzard during a blizzard is beyond me.
Mr. OCD started at Target yesterday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG I'm beyond happy. I love the man, really I do. But THREE MONTHS of having him home has been more than enough. Everyone was going crazy.
He's obviously not used to being home that much and was going nuts, then he'd try to keep himself busy doing things that I normally would do. At first it was kinda nice, I mean, who wouldn't take help cleaning the toilets? But after a while it's like, hey, you're invading here, you're doing practically everything before I can get to it and then you look at me like I'm not pulling my fair share.
Yesterday was awesome, even though Big J is totally sick. I still was able to get all the laundry and bedding washed, vacuum the floors, and deep clean the kitchen. It felt soooooo good. And when Mr. OCD got home, he was pretty happy to see that I picked up my routine right where I left off.
Now tonight he couldn't even make it home from work! It's a total blizzard out there and there's just no way it's safe to drive home. So he got a hotel. The boys are knocked out and I have the evening to myself. Ahhhhhhhh.....
He's obviously not used to being home that much and was going nuts, then he'd try to keep himself busy doing things that I normally would do. At first it was kinda nice, I mean, who wouldn't take help cleaning the toilets? But after a while it's like, hey, you're invading here, you're doing practically everything before I can get to it and then you look at me like I'm not pulling my fair share.
Yesterday was awesome, even though Big J is totally sick. I still was able to get all the laundry and bedding washed, vacuum the floors, and deep clean the kitchen. It felt soooooo good. And when Mr. OCD got home, he was pretty happy to see that I picked up my routine right where I left off.
Now tonight he couldn't even make it home from work! It's a total blizzard out there and there's just no way it's safe to drive home. So he got a hotel. The boys are knocked out and I have the evening to myself. Ahhhhhhhh.....
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