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On this, the first day of The Hubster's vacation, I decided to go to Target sans children. Emma, however, had other plans.
"I go with you!"
"No, Emma, you need to stay with Daddy. See how sad he looks?"
"Hubster, look sad, dammit!"
"No, I go shopping. Go with Mommy!"
"Emma, why do you want to go with me? I'm just going to Target to get picture frames and mailing boxes. "
"I go with you, Mommy. We buy CHOCOLATE."
I was busted. How could I resist such an invitation?
Since I have laundry, dusting, cooking, vaccuming, and general picking up of stuff to do, I'm on the computer. How many entries can I post in one day, anyway?
When I was a kid, I loved this book - The Snowy Day. I don't know why, it was just one of my favorites. How about you - what book did you really like as a child?
Three down, three to go. The three big kids have been sick, with Gabe showing some early signs, and the two babies are still going strong. Except, they have both developed an aversion to sleep. Lucky, lucky me. Oh, and Gabe's wetting the bed again. Joy.
In other news, The Hubster starts a week of vacation tomorrow. I have a list of things that I need to do and want to do without ANY kids. No kids. Especially sick kids. Whadda you wanna bet that list will still be here, the day after T-giving, when he goes back to work??
OMG, is this funny. Thanks to American Mom, I've Shizzolated one of my blog entries. Go here to do your own. Wear your Depends.
Before I had kids, I thought I knew everything n' shit. I had worked as a nanny fo' four years, after izzall, know what I'm sayin'? I knew diapers, bottles, 'n strollers, know what I'm sayin'? How much mo' wuz there learn?
I had no idea how much there wuz I didn't know."
Before I had kids I thought I knew a fair amount 'bout numerous 'n varied subjects." Now that I has kids, I never realized that I wuz such an idiot n' shit.
I remember asking my mom questions, 'n her answers wuz usually "I don't know." " I pledged, sometime in my 14th year, that no matter what my child would ax, I would always has a ready answer." Riiiight." Most of da time, I haven't recovered from da first question 'nuff answer da subsequent ones n' shit. 'n there are times when I flat out just don't want answer one.mo'.question, know what I'm sayin'?
Before I had kids, I never knew that one rug could contain so much sand n' shit. We has a sand box in izzle back yard, 'n that shiznit holds 'bout 2 tons of sand." We has replace this sand every year, 'n I'm certain that almost izzall of that shiznit gets vacummed up n' shit. By me."
Before I had kids, I never knew that raisins, corn 'n peas come out pretty much da way they went in."
I didn't know exactly how many soccer games I would watch, in either freezing cold or blistering heat." I didn't know what that shiznit would feel like see my daughter carried off da field, when brizzle wuz hit wit a soccer ball in da stomach n' shit.
I didn't know what that shiznit would feel like see my one week old daughter intubated n' shit. Or see her lose consciousness, right after n' shit. I didn't know how that shiznit would feel when my daughter, at 14 months, wuz hospitalized fo' rotavirus, or when brizzle broke her leg at age 4.
Before I had kids, I wuz smug 'bout food." I love food." Any kind of food, know what I'm sayin'? Those muthas wit kids who don't eat - well, they just didn't know what I did." Give da kid da food 'n make tha dude's ass eat, know what I'm sayin'? Whoo-boy! Was I in fo' that shiznit, know what I'm sayin'? I didn't know there wuz so many ways disguise meat in casseroles, or vegetables in sauces, know what I'm sayin'? I still can't figure out how hide da chicken, though n' shit.
I didn't know that I could survive on 2 hours of sleep." Or that I would argue fo' hours wit my husband over da stupidest stuff, know what I'm sayin'? I didn't know that I would define matronly wit my looks, after having 6 babies in 12 years, know what I'm sayin'? And that I would be comfortable wit my shape."
I didn't know I would buy $48 stride rites, 'n do so without a shiver n' shit. Or $30 ballet shoes." Or a wool diaper cover fo' $30.
I has amazed myself by being strong in confrontations wit teachers 'n principals, know what I'm sayin'? By standing up da doctor who made fun of me fo' being pregnant again, 'n wrote da Hubster a prescription fo' a vasectomy." Vocalizing my displeasure wit da allergist's receptionist who decorated her desk wit potpourri n' shit.
Before I had kids, I never knew that my heart could ride outside my body." I didn't know that da equilibrium of my day could go south so fast, based upon da sleeping patterns of a 12 pound body, know what I'm sayin'? Or that there could be such joy in coloring, know what I'm sayin'?
In short, I didn't know anything, know what I'm sayin'?
Nikolas threw up four times already, and it's not even noon. Wanna place a bet on how long it will take for this bug to wind through all the kids, one at a time, of course? I'm thinking 2 weeks.
At least I put a chocolate cake in the oven for myself - it's my birthday, so I'm making my favorite cake. I even have real whipped cream!
It's my birthday too!
Yup, I'm 35 today. But I don't feel old!
When my mother turned 35, I was 14. I remember thinking that she was so old, and out of it, and that there was no way in hell I'd ever be old like that. Well, be careful what you wish for, eh? Here I am.
I don't have much planned for today - church, get a cup of coffee (like I'd say any different!), and The Hubster has to work. He is supposed to get off early, and we are going to go to dinner, but I'm not holding my breath. I do have a baby sitter scheduled, so I'll go out anyway.
I bought myself a pink sweater, white shirt and black velvet pants at Target yesterday, and two pictures for my kitchen. I told the kids all I wanted was for them to clean up. They didn't seem too enthused by that idea.
I got two cards yesterday, so that was nice. I was hoping the one from my Dad would have some cash (HAHAHA!!! Just kidding, Dad!) but it was nice all the same.
I hope I have about 65 more birthdays.
If you have my old site linked, go ahead and put this one on. I'm not sure how it wokrs with the password, though - any ideas?
Yesterday, I went to drop off a few things to my girlfriend. She and I have been friends since we each only had one child. She went with me when I had Emma, and was hugely helpful. We don't see each other often enough - I wish we lived closer and could get together daily, but it just doesn't work out.
While I was there, I left the two little girls - the only kids I had with me - in the van. Before you get all upset, I was walking from the van to her house, making several trips to leave some clothes for her daughter. I didn't go in and have coffee or anything, and if you had the struggles to get Riley in the car seat that I have, you'd do the same. So, my friend said, "Let me see the girls! I haven't seen them in so long!" I opened up the door, to find Emma.........
with two fingers in her nose and licking her shoe.
When making very delicious beef stew, the one from a new recipe, it helps to actually turn ON the crockpot.
I'm just saying.
Today was a domestic diva day. I woke up full of energy ready to work - well, I woke up. I had lots to do, so I got busy. I took the big kids to school, got some essential life nectar (coffee), and then returned home to change diapers, grab another lunch, and take Gabe to school. Emma was begging, "O juzz, Mommy? Peess?" Kind of breaks the heart when your kid cries for orange juice and you dont have any, so I decided to make a quick stop into Wal-Mart after I dropped off the latest set of prescriptions. One quick trip later, with two stops to see Santa - in NOVEMBER, but whatevah - and I found myself $74 lighter. I'm supposed to be on fiscal probation, so that's not good.
Wait, did I forget to tell you that? It happened during the drama of the snarky family posting, so I guess it's possible. It seems that last month, when I paid the bills online as I always do, I neglected to write in two checks that I deducted. One for the mortgage, (!!!!) and the other the school tuition. So, it was an error close to $2500. Never let it be said that I do things in a small way, that's for certain.
I came home, cooked up some beef and put it into the crockpot for beef stew. I made pumpkin gooey bars, and decided we'd need fresh bread with the stew. We had a box of beer bread mix, but no beer. Well, the recipe says you can use any carbonated beverage, so I scoped out what we had. Mike's Hard Lemonade - no, that would taste weird. Fruit punch - yuck, red bread. Mountain Dew, Coke - not the right flavor. I decided that when I went to pick Gabe up from preschool, I'd pop into 7-11 and buy a single beer. No problem!
I got Gabe and his buddy, who was going to spend the afternoon with us. I stopped at 7-11, and as I was walking in I remembered that I wanted some chips with lunch, since The Hubster ATE ALL MY LIME CHIPS LAST NIGHT. sorry, I didn't mean to shout at you, it's just the second time I haven't had my chips! I located the beer, and stared for a minute. There were so many different choices in the single beer selections! I had no idea!
I brought my single, lone Budweiser beer up to the register. I didn't know what to pick, so I stuck with the familiar - my dad drank Bud when I was a kid. This was a 22 ounce bottle, so I looked like I was having a bad day. There were no fritos to be found, so I asked the clerk where they were.
"Um, excuse me, do you have any Fritos?"
"Oh, yeah, those go GREAT with beer!"
"Beer? Oh, no - it's not for me! It's for a recipe - I'm not one of those mid day winos, dropping in to get a beer! HA HA HA!"
Except, she's not smiling. Evidently, she must be one of those mid day beer drinkers, and I've just insulted her.
Fritos were found, beer was purchased - without even an ID check, I feel so old - and I found I had no money. Grreeeat. I've insulted the clerk and now I cna't even pay for the beer that she obviously thinks I need. I had to charge a single beer. Shame, my name is thine.
When I got back in the van, the boys thought it was hysterical.
"You bought beer? My dad drinks that!"
That reminds me, I need to call the other boys mom. I hope she understands that I wasn't drinking when her son was here!
