Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
TEMSK Number 6
Time for another installment of THINGS EVERY MOTHER SHOULD KNOW.
Invest in Dum-dum suckers. They are miracles on a stick.
Example: Tristan went to the dr yesterday. He got 5 shots (which he fought like a little lion - dude is strong) I, of course, forgot to put Dum-dums in my purse, but I also didn't know he had to have 5 shots to start preschool. Anyway, cried himself to sleep on the way home. Got home - very unhappy Tristan. Unhappy Tristan is terrible. Really, really terrible. So I asked him if he wanted some dum-dums. He wanted 12. He got 12 (hey, don't judge, 5 shots are painful). He spent the next hour and a half happily eating the miracles on sticks quietly and watching cartoons. Peace and harmony restored.
Take my advice. Keep yourself sane and kids happy. Buy Dum-dums.
Invest in Dum-dum suckers. They are miracles on a stick.
Example: Tristan went to the dr yesterday. He got 5 shots (which he fought like a little lion - dude is strong) I, of course, forgot to put Dum-dums in my purse, but I also didn't know he had to have 5 shots to start preschool. Anyway, cried himself to sleep on the way home. Got home - very unhappy Tristan. Unhappy Tristan is terrible. Really, really terrible. So I asked him if he wanted some dum-dums. He wanted 12. He got 12 (hey, don't judge, 5 shots are painful). He spent the next hour and a half happily eating the miracles on sticks quietly and watching cartoons. Peace and harmony restored.
Take my advice. Keep yourself sane and kids happy. Buy Dum-dums.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Warning - Angry Woman Ahead
This is going to sound like it's coming out of left field, but it's my main thoughts today, so I thought I'd share.
I think that having to worry about what other people think is a stress that is unnecessary. Maybe I've been hanging out with Bryant too long ( he has never cared one whit what people think), but recent events have convinced me that appearances are shallow. And those who judge them are a waste of freaking time.
I am so glad that I no longer live in a place where I have to worry about wearing makeup and nice clothes just to pick up my child from school. Not that I ever let it bother me much - I'm not that way and never have been - I think it's ridiculous to even think that people will look at what I have on while waiting for my kid to come out of the school. However, the sad fact remains that there are folks out there who will comment on your hair, makeup, outfit, whatever...while you do the most mundane of chores. I am not, nor will I ever, totally remake my face and change into a cute outfit just simply to run to the school or Walmart. I don't care to be around those who feel that if you don't live in a certain neighborhood, you just aren't good enough to be friends.
Furthermore, while I'm on the subject of judging, I am sick to death of the judgmental attitudes of those who know nothing about me and my family, have not seen me or my children in years and still feel it necessary to pass opinions on me which have no basis - like saying I want a glamorous lifestyle, I sit on my butt all day, or that I demand a certain way of life. Ummm, yeah, I'm raising three boys by myself while my husband works his rear end off 1,900 miles away to pull us out of a hole, I DO NOT wear designer clothes despite ignorant comments to the contrary, and I drive a 5 year old Suburban with a HOLE IN THE FLOORBOARD. I work my rear off every single day, 7 days a week, no breaks, to be mama and daddy to my boys and make sure they are happy and healthy, and have everything they want and need. I fall into bed most nights (late, btw) with my body aching from being so freaking tired. I barely have time to take a shower much less lay on the couch and eat bonbons and watch the soaps (which i HATE, btw). Yeah, real, real glam, so extravagant. Elizabeth Taylor and all that. Oh yeah, baby.
And if the person reading this gets the Elizabeth Taylor reference and a few other phrases, I'm letting you know - YOU SUCK. Bryant and I - we are soooooo over you. Now take your toys and go play somewhere else.
To everyone else, take a look at your lives (me included - I am as guilty as anyone) and make sure that you aren't passing judgment on someone. It's not your right and it's just not nice.
I think that having to worry about what other people think is a stress that is unnecessary. Maybe I've been hanging out with Bryant too long ( he has never cared one whit what people think), but recent events have convinced me that appearances are shallow. And those who judge them are a waste of freaking time.
I am so glad that I no longer live in a place where I have to worry about wearing makeup and nice clothes just to pick up my child from school. Not that I ever let it bother me much - I'm not that way and never have been - I think it's ridiculous to even think that people will look at what I have on while waiting for my kid to come out of the school. However, the sad fact remains that there are folks out there who will comment on your hair, makeup, outfit, whatever...while you do the most mundane of chores. I am not, nor will I ever, totally remake my face and change into a cute outfit just simply to run to the school or Walmart. I don't care to be around those who feel that if you don't live in a certain neighborhood, you just aren't good enough to be friends.
Furthermore, while I'm on the subject of judging, I am sick to death of the judgmental attitudes of those who know nothing about me and my family, have not seen me or my children in years and still feel it necessary to pass opinions on me which have no basis - like saying I want a glamorous lifestyle, I sit on my butt all day, or that I demand a certain way of life. Ummm, yeah, I'm raising three boys by myself while my husband works his rear end off 1,900 miles away to pull us out of a hole, I DO NOT wear designer clothes despite ignorant comments to the contrary, and I drive a 5 year old Suburban with a HOLE IN THE FLOORBOARD. I work my rear off every single day, 7 days a week, no breaks, to be mama and daddy to my boys and make sure they are happy and healthy, and have everything they want and need. I fall into bed most nights (late, btw) with my body aching from being so freaking tired. I barely have time to take a shower much less lay on the couch and eat bonbons and watch the soaps (which i HATE, btw). Yeah, real, real glam, so extravagant. Elizabeth Taylor and all that. Oh yeah, baby.
And if the person reading this gets the Elizabeth Taylor reference and a few other phrases, I'm letting you know - YOU SUCK. Bryant and I - we are soooooo over you. Now take your toys and go play somewhere else.
To everyone else, take a look at your lives (me included - I am as guilty as anyone) and make sure that you aren't passing judgment on someone. It's not your right and it's just not nice.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Thoughts for the day
Ok, let's ponder this today. Why is it that a 4 year old will ask a question that is impossible to answer in the car - i.e. how many seconds is three thousand years? And after asking the question two or three times, why is it that getting an "I don't know" only prompts the 4 year old to ask the question louder and louder for the next 20 minutes? Nonstop. I mean, seriously.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
TEMSK
OK, I'm just full of these lately. Here goes today's #5 installment:
When your child comes to your bedside in the wee hours of the morning saying his tummy hurts, do NOT give red Gatorade to settle the stomach (albeit in a fog of interrupted sleep) because said child will come back 15 minutes later and throw up the Gatorade all over the floor by your bedside leaving a wonderful pink stain that will require professional steam cleaning ( I scrubbed that darn thing for half an hour and it won't come out).
When your child comes to your bedside in the wee hours of the morning saying his tummy hurts, do NOT give red Gatorade to settle the stomach (albeit in a fog of interrupted sleep) because said child will come back 15 minutes later and throw up the Gatorade all over the floor by your bedside leaving a wonderful pink stain that will require professional steam cleaning ( I scrubbed that darn thing for half an hour and it won't come out).
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Numbers 3 and 4
OK, here's another installment of Things Every Mom Should Know (i.e. learn from my mistakes):
#3 - always take a portable dvd player on car trips longer than 30 minutes (or in my case, every time you get in the car). That is, if you are like me and don't have one already in the car. Yes, I am a loser.
#4 - when taking said dvd player, make sure that you have the charger and the car adapter so that when the dvd player stops at their favorite part of Spongebob, you don't have to hear your 8 year old whine and gripe, the 4 year old cry with his mouth wide open, and the 2 year old weep tears of actual sadness because Spongebob went away. For two hours.
#3 - always take a portable dvd player on car trips longer than 30 minutes (or in my case, every time you get in the car). That is, if you are like me and don't have one already in the car. Yes, I am a loser.
#4 - when taking said dvd player, make sure that you have the charger and the car adapter so that when the dvd player stops at their favorite part of Spongebob, you don't have to hear your 8 year old whine and gripe, the 4 year old cry with his mouth wide open, and the 2 year old weep tears of actual sadness because Spongebob went away. For two hours.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Tenth Anniversary
Today is our 10th anniversary! I'm thinking that this milestone represents so much - a new start, doing it right, taking God's path, getting ready for the rest of our lives together. We have three gorgeous boys, and I look forward to sitting with him years from now while the grandkids climb all over us. Cool, huh?
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