Frustration

Last time I played with dominoes? ... probably 25 years ago. I can not tell you the frustration I felt while trying to line them up for the boys. Now granted, chubby little fingers kept knocking them over... or possibly a foot. They were so sweet though telling me they 'wanted to help mommy' ... hahaha

We finally got a small row up
Carter is very excited

He is getting very anxious ... it is hard to control the urge to knock them down

a few summer fun pictures

Riding our bikes on the deck.

Here kitty kitty kitty kitty.

Grandma took use to the zoo!

No pictures!

Look! I'm swimming with just my swimmies!

Touch some sharks with me?

Carter and Nana - see Philly behind us?

Carter & Pop

Our first real train ride to the aquarium

Give it back to the universe

When stressed just give it back to the universe ... breathe deeply and release the stress.

I have been practicing this for years thanks to a good friend ... does it work? No, not really. But today was a bit different.

While driving to work this morning stress was eating me alive. So I decided to take a different approach. I stopped my car and got out. I walked to the side of the road. I just started yelling about what was bothering me ... I gave all the anger and frustration back to the universe.

Here, take it, I don't want it.

I took this picture with my camera phone ... yep, I stood right there.

Cold Feet

Here’s a little tid-bit you may not know about me. It’s about Cold Feet but not what you are thinking.

When I sleep I need my feet to be cold. I will do just about anything to keep them cold. Most times I will pull the sheets so my feet can stick out. This causes issues though since the bed never stays made during the night. Another option is to take old t-shirts and wrap my feet in them. This can get tedious though, since I have to constantly move my feet around so they are touching a new ‘cold’ part of the shirt.

If I happen to fall asleep with socks on I wake up with a headache.

I can remember as a child wearing the ‘footie’ pajamas during the winter. Remember that awful plastic on the foot that made your feet sweat? It did serve a purpose though, to allow the child to walk without slipping but come on, it was disgusting. It bothered me so much in fact that when my oldest child was younger I cut the feet off and had him wear socks if his feet were cold.

Wanted

In need of a highly qualified scientist to clone me. Well, maybe not clone since I am needing someone to just duplicate me. This would make my life much easier - see, then I can be doing a billion things at once instead of doing just a half billion.

Mr. Woodpecker

Would you please refrain from using my house for your enjoyment. I realize this is what you do - but I think you would enjoy the neighbor's house more. If you would take a moment, do a 180, you would see the wonderful woods in our backyard... looks inviting, huh?

I think though, this is a game to you. I am on to you, you never seem to peck in the same place. Do you realize that we like to sleep at the crack of dawn? I do not care to get up and walk around the house until I find you and bang on the walls.

I would really hate for this to get violent- but soon I will have no choice but to come outside and start throwing things at you. So for the safety of all involved - cut it out!

a bucket and a hose

This is what happens when you give a 2 and 3 year a bucket and hose.

Can we share please?

Thanks!

Dear Body

STOP. CRAPPING. OUT. ON. ME!

I am too young to be this tired. Seriously, I supply you with food and take a daily supplement to help you along. But you consistently fail me. Even CJ and Carter know mommy has to take a nap... 3-4 hours at a clip. They are 2 and 3- they are the ones needing the nap.

I beg of you, Knock it off! I feel as if I am sleeping my life away.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation
Me

justify

Have you ever noticed that you can justify just about anything while you are driving? Take this for example. I’m driving along and come to a pedestrian crosswalk. Two women are standing looking left, right, left, right over and over. They are undoubtedly undecided when to cross. I proceed – in my mind they were just not ready to cross. My mind is KAAAA RAAA ZEEEE though – I saw them flip me the bird in my rear view mirror!

Wii ...

I'm a slacker - I mean a really big slacker. Scott bought me the Wii and I was using it. I haven't touched it in 2 weeks. It's depressing - even my 'mii' is a porker.

Random Thought Thursday

What if you were playing hide and seek and your cell phone rang?

eye of the storm

I know you all know what I'm talking about

the calm between the storm? when you know it's coming but just don't know when? Waiting anxiously for it to hit?

Ahhhh, last night. The eye of the storm was just too calm. There is normally no peace until CJ and Carter are asleep. I live for the chaos so please don't misunderstand.
All the:
"uh,Mommy","I want juice","I'm hungry","OUTSIDE!" and the squealing, tumbling, knocking each other over, not sharing, fighting over bikes, climbing on each other was non-existent.

I was a bit leery but figured the boys had a tiring day - they spent quite some time at the park with Grandma and our nanny Anna.

BATH TIME ...

CJ "ahhh, mommy bath?"
Me "yes, mommy bath tonight"

Woo hoo - we all run up the stairs and walk down the hall. It becomes a very long walk for CJ ... he is slowly staggering ...

TAKE COVER - BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES

CJ and I struggle - He is verbally and physically clear in NO WAY does he want a bath! I try to put him in - he swings legs back out - stiff as a board - try again - kicks the water and trys to climb back out. By this time I tell him, you are dirty and need a bath - even if you have to stand up .... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH - standing screaming I take a cup to pour water over his head - whack - it is out of the ballpark folks ... I mean the entire bathroom wet - I try again - whack - I'm drenched

FYI: In the end he was clean

Febreeze it

CJ got into to some smelly fun yesterday. Mind you he is 3 now. I was cooking dinner and he went into the bathroom. Now I know he isn't going potty - he refuses. When I got a moment I walked towards the door. All I hear is shhhhhh....shhhhh...shhhhhh... and something dropped.

Huh, now dead silence. I am thinking he knows he is caught. My guess is he is standing there looking at what I assumed was an empty aerosol can.


Yup, he took the can of Febreeze air freshener and had doused the bathroom in it. The walls were full of graffiti. The rug on the floor soaked, the tile floor slick as ice, you get the idea. As I grabbed the can he says "Mommy smell, yummy". The fumes were nauseating ... um, yummy?

It's been over 16 hours ... I scrubbed the bathroom, washed the rug and towels, opened the window and guess what ... the smell is still permeating the inside of my nose.

It's been along time

The summer got away from me ... too much going on and not enough energy. Now that my oldest is back in school I am hoping to focus on this blog... if any of you knew me well you'd laugh... I NEED to find the time to devote to this... I never have enough time.



What time I ask myself? How many hours in the day? What needs to be done? Can I spare some time? What if I fall behind in my schedule? Ughhhh, mental health check time .... yup, I need to make the time.

The stress of it all.