Now that's scary!

Last night, I awoke to my husband screaming (like a little girl) It scared the piss out of me! It took me a second to realize what was going on, but apparently my oldest son had become scared and was coming in for a bit of comfort. My husband happens to be on the side of the bed right by the door, and was awoken by the sound of my son coming in, and apparently it freaked him out. My poor little boy ran as fast as he could around the bed to my side, with his little knees up high in the air, arms flailing, screaming the whole way.. We're both calling his name, telling him it's ok, but he's just freaking out. Who wouldn't? Of course this woke up my youngest who followed soon after his brother.. another night with the entire family in the bed.. Thankfully, my husband didn't hang out too long and eventually ended up in his son's bed.. I swear, it's never a dull moment at my house! Jeez..
btw, this picture is not my husband..although there are striking similarities..

Reality Check..

There's a lot of stuff you can do when you're 5 months pregnant with one baby. Going to IKEA and walking around for 3-4 hours is definitely one of them. Coming home and assembling your new kitchen chairs is another. However, as it turns out, this should not be something you do when you are pregnant with two. I found this out the hard way... I felt totally fine, right up until bed time.. that's when the back pain started, and the headache soon followed.
I had a routine OB appt. scheduled the next day, which was good, because by the time it was my turn to be seen, I was feeling light headed, and had been having these weird cramps. This isn't something your doctor wants to hear, but she cautiously put me on bed rest for last night, and at least the rest of today. I called out sick to work, and cancelled my baby sitting duties for today. She was afraid that I may have been having contractions because of over doing it the previous day. Great. Even though I'm 5 months along, my uterus thinks were's somewhere closer to 7.. so it doesn't want all this activity.. Luckily, laying down for most of today, and last night has seemed to make the cramping stop, or at least lessen. It was definitely a wake up call to me, that I'm not going to be able to keep up to my normal rigorous pace anymore. I'm going to have to depend a lot more on my husband, family and friends. Which I have an incredibly hard time doing. My mom came over after work today and folded some laundry and took care of the boys. It was really hard for me not to just get up and do it. But I'm trying. I am at work right now, but only because I thought this would be the most relaxing place for me right now. Last night by 7, I was wishing I had gone in.. it was just too crazy at my house. But now as I'm getting ready to leave, I'm going to be happy to get home and lay back down..
My sister has found a neighbor down the street who is going to start watching my niece next week until she can get her into daycare in June. I know it's the best thing, I know that I need to take it easy, and caring for a 13 month old is definitely not going to allow that.. but it makes me sad that someone else is going to be watching her.. I'm going to miss her a lot, and my sister had better bring her by my couch often! Life is already starting to change with the upcoming birth of these girls.. I hope I can handle it!

IKEA...

Well, I finally did it! After waiting about 5 years or so to go, I finally made the trip to the rather new IKEA in Stoughton. I wasn't sure what to expect, since my mom and my sister had been and found it rather overwhelming, and came home with very little. I went with the renound shopaholic Blogless in her dad's loser cruiser, and we were set to go.
We had breakfast when we first got there.. it was decent for .$99- scrambled eggs, bacon and homefries.. yumm.. Then we hit the store. Holy shit, it's huge! But I wasn't at all overwhelmed (at first) just thrilled.. I felt as though I had found the store that I was always looking for! We hit the kids IKEA first, where I got new plates and cups, and each of the boys a hamper. I also got them an easel (which I've wanted for about 3 years). Then we just cruised all over the place, and loaded up our carts. I was only there for a book shelf for my youngest son's room, and some new glasses.. I ended up leaving with a bit more than that.. Blogless had what seemed to be about as much as me, but she spent more than double what I did.. Her husbands going to be thrilled when he gets that credit card bill ;) My husband called me when we were having an early dinner, to find out if I was ever coming home.. I don't know what I was thinking, going out for 8 hours in one day.. It's not like he does that every Mon-Fri!! Course he was even more pissed when I showed up with the bookshelf, and 4 new kitchen chairs, frames, a new lamp, new canisters..and so on. But here's the thing, I didn't spend an extravagant amount of money, and I never do this.. I never go out and go shopping with a friend.. I never get a break from being a mom, and I never get to just indulge a bit.. I know, we've got twins coming.. but don't don't worry, I got something for them too!! ;)

Bugs...Here again..

My family and I were out in the back yard briefly last night. My oldest son was practicing baseball with his dad, and my youngest was hanging out by the sandbox. It was so beautiful out.. the trees are starting to bud, and the grass is getting greener. Spring is my favorite time of year, it's so nice to be able to go outside, without a coat, and just breath in the fresh air.
Unfortunately, along with the nice weather come bugs.. I thought it was too early for anything alive to be flying around in the air, but you soon learn when you have a child as afraid of bugs as my 5 year old, that they're here already. I guess we had been out for a half hour or so before he spotted one.. but that ended our fun outside. Even though I tried spraying the bug spray, and promising him that they wouldn't dare come near him, that was it. He was already freaked, and we had to go inside. The worse part is, he's totally freaking out his little brother. My youngest son who would on most days probably take his light saber to one in full attack mode, sees his big brother and idol having a panic attack, and he follows suite. My oldest is almost 6.. I'm hoping that the upcoming months prove to be a growing experience for him... that he'll be able to get over his fear, and just have some fun!

Sleeping Moron..

I felt like such a chump today.. How would you feel, if you went to pick up your child at the babysitters, and there is the woman which you pay, entrust and count on, asleep on the couch! That's what happened to me today.. and yes, I was the loser asleep on the couch..
Let me back up a bit though, it sounds really awful if I just leave it like that.. My niece was upstairs napping (we were both pretty beat!) I of course had the monitor on, and my boys were playing right next to me. I must have dozed for 5 minutes, when I wake up realizing that something had happened.. that someone was in my house. My brother in law is in my living room, looking for his daughter! I felt like such an ass! He went upstairs to get her, and I realized that he was an hour early.. I wasn't expecting him til later, and I definitely would have made sure the pillow marks were gone! I'm hoping that he's sympathetic to the fact that I'm carrying twins, and that staying awake for 12 straight hours, just hasn't been possible. Oh, and in my defense, I've NEVER fallen asleep when she's awake.. I'm not that horrible!! I'm so glad that today is Friday, and that if I fall asleep tomorrow on the couch, no one but my husband is going to witness it!

Transformers..more than meets the eye..

This is what my boys have dived into this month. They are all "into" the Transformers.. and quite frankly, it's driving me crazy. I think they're fun toys for them, and are quite good for their fine motor skills- if in fact they did any of the transforming themselves. My oldest one can do his on his own for the most part. But the little one.. ugh, he's constantly bringing them over to me to transform, and some of them aren't so easy. My husband can do them with little effort, but not me.. And if my youngest is having a bad day, or a "moment" then he can be quite demanding with the transformers, crying if I don't change them back and forth every two seconds.. he was like that today. And did I mention how expensive some of them are? And how hard they are to find, specific ones anyway..
However, I'm looking ahead to all the girl toys that are going to be in my house in the near future. I'm not a girly girl by any means, but I can't wait to get dolls for my girls, and have tea parties.. I never did that when I was a kid.. I was a total tomboy, and the idea of having dolls and girly things just repulsed me.. When I was 5, I made everyone call me Eric, and asked my mom how I could get one of those "peanuckle" things.. Who knows.. maybe my girls will be the same way.. but I'm keeping them away from those friggin transformers!!

Let's panic!

For a few weeks now, my oldest son has been getting quite a few bloody noses. It started with just one in a week, and now it's more like several. When he got off the bus yesterday, the first thing I noticed was his face all covered in blood.. The bus driver quickly pointed out it was from his nose (and not some horrible kindergarten tumble..) Needless to say, I feel terrible for him. He hasn't seemed too bothered by it. We've been using the humidifier in his room, and have been putting vaseline up his nose to help give him some moisture up there (I hate the word moist by the way, ick.. it just has such a nasty sound to it) Anyway.. back to my kid.. It would appear that nothing is working.. I'm thinking once the warmer, less dry weather comes around, we'll be fine.. But last night, he had another one, and this has sent my poor husband into a frenzy. Or at least it did this morning when I find him at 6:30 am on line looking up nose bleeds. Now, who doesn't know that you can find a wealth of information on line.. it's fabulous right? Well, except when that wealth of knowledge is put into the hands of someone with a neurotic imagination, and a huge tendency to panic. Leukemia.. That's what it could indicate. Of course, I remain calm, even though I hate when he does this. But there I go, I reassure him that our son doesn't have leukemia, that if in fact he did, he wouldn't be as healthy as he is, and nose bleeds would be the least of our concern. But to ease this poor man's mind, I agreed to call his pediatrician and speak with a nurse. This was really all he wanted.
Of course the nurse, who was very sweet, told me that it's quite common for some people to be prone to nose bleeds, especially around this time of year. We should only be concerned if we can't control the bleeding (which never happens, they generally last no longer than a minute) And as far as the leukemia goes (of course I had to mention it, my husband wouldn't have been satisfied if I didn't) She said that only if he starts getting a lot of bruising, should we worry. Ahh.. now my poor husband can sleep, and know that his son is ok.. he's just got a very common issue that afflict more people than we probably know about.. As far as my husbands issues.. let's just say he's got more than Newsweek!! haha honey, I love you in case you're reading this!! Our issues make us so much more interesting, don't ya think?? :)

Potty Party

Today we had a momentous event at my house. My youngest took his first poop on the toilet! Sure, he was half way through it when I realized what was going on. But the important part is that when I asked him if he wanted to finish on the potty, his little eyes lit up, and he eagerly ran to the bathroom where he finished his business! I was so proud of him!
When my oldest son first dropped his kids off, we had a "Potty Party" for him. We invited the grandparents over, I made a cake, and he got a couple of presents. This time however, a potty party seems a little over the top (I don't know why it didn't before!) But my youngest is perfectly content with getting a Happy Meal when his brother comes home from school. I'm thrilled that he's started this. I'll be even more thrilled if come this summer, I'm only changing 2 diapers instead of 3!

Finally!!

I don't suspect that I'm the only loser watching American Idol.. but I have to say thank God that that little nerdy kid Kevin Covais has been ousted. He had a terrible lispy voice, and it just drove me crazy.. There, I've said my peace..

Hooray for indoor plumbing!!!

I had my ultrasound this morning.. and we're having 2 girls! My husband is elated.. and I'm thrilled to even out the numbers at our house!! :)

Zit face, and the karmic fart..

Pregnancy does a lot of messed up things to a woman. There's the wonderful constipation, back pain, heartburn, nausea, loss of bladder control, swelling (everywhere) and a fabulous looking complexion. I've never encountered issues with my face before in my other pregnancies, of course I've never been pregnant with twins before, so I get double the pleasure of these life altering side effects.
Recently, my face has become a bit blochy and almost pimply looking. It's quite attractive. Well, yesterday I told my sister about this and asked her what she thought. We were both working over the weekend, with everyone else in our office doing an extremely huge conversion in our computer system. She merely said she had noticed and that it had to be related to pregnancy/hormones.. So, later, as I'm getting ready to leave, I asked her what time she would be by in the morning with little miss. She said "8:00 Zit Face" and apparently, she got quite a kick out of her self and started roaring with laughter. Just then, the most delicate little air biscuit escaped out of her backside.. which sent me into a fit of the giggles, and then right into the bathroom (my bladder is no where near what it used to be, and with 2 babies hanging out on it.. I can't even sneeze without having to run to the john)
So, there it is.. you give a pregnant lady shit about her poor zitty complexion, then karma is going to come back and suck a fart so sweet out of you.. in front of all your co-workers! haha!!

I am officially the laziest mother on the planet. My youngest just crapped in his last diaper, and I told him he's going to have to wear underwear.. He's actually excited about that.. What makes me so lazy is that I knew getting up this morning that we only had one diaper left, so I was planning on going out and stocking up.. but then my niece got tired..and I knew if she napped, then I could plant my ass on my favorite place (the couch) and rest. If I didn't know any better I'd think I was in my first trimester again.. But now I can't go out because I have to get my other son off the bus soon.. So, in a pair of underwear he'll go! This could be a disaster.. or maybe the start of something wonderful!! We'll see!!

That's wickety wickety wack!

This is my oldest son's newest expression.. "How was school today?" "Wickety Wickety Wack" Yea, we're lovin this.. He's had 2 bloody noses recently, one in school which sent him to the nurse.. that wasn't so wickety.. but getting a humidifier in his room, and vaseline up his nose was just plain wack!

When your past catches up with you..

I wish I had never gone to college. I never earned a degree, I just spent 2 years in Northern NH drinking and doing other assorted illegal things.. Anyway, I've owed the government several thousands of dollars for about 15 years now. I kind of assumed that they had forgotten about me, since they've made no effort to contact me in over a decade.. That is, until this morning. We've been getting an Ohio number on our caller id for a couple of weeks now. I ignored it, thinking it must have been telemarketers.. or some college for my nephew (he's been doing a lot of on-line investigating into schools, which only makes the phone ring constantly) Anyway, after the 4th call this morning, I decided to bite the bullet, and tell whoever it was to stop calling.. I was caught off guard when they asked for me, in my maiden name. I knew right then that I had to deal with this. Ugh..
I'll keep it short.. we've set up a payment plan, that we can barely afford, and after a lot of back and forth between the collector and the dept. of education, and me breaking down into tears, the call was finished. My husband is going to be so happy when he comes home and hears that we have yet another payment.. he's stressed out enough about the twins coming.. but I had to take care of it. It really sucks that I've waited this long.. it's pretty stupid.. but like I said, I really thought they had just written it off.. isn't the government into doing that?? Just forgetting debts?? hah!

A little cooperation would be nice..

I had my ultrasound.. one baby (we'll call it baby A) did not want to cooperate and show us it's goods.. so we're at a bit of a loss on that one.. But baby B was all spread eagle, and although it's rather early to know for certain, my doctor thought she saw a hamburger.. And what would a hamburger be?? Well, girl parts no duh!! So, yeah,!!! It looks like at least one of them is a girl.. Now this could all change, say if out of this hamburger dropped a hot dog.. But I'll know more about that when I have my level 2 ultrasound in 2 weeks. Right now, I'm just feeling all girly.. and trying to imagine what life with a baby girl in the house will mean.. My husband was grinning ear to ear.. He's wanted a girl forever, so this might be an answer to his dreams!!
On another note, the meeting at my son's school went really well. We met with a team of therapists and went over what has been going on with my son. It basically came down to testing him in his speech and auditory skills. He's had hearing tests which he's passed just fine, and the speech issue is something we've known about, and honestly aren't that concerned about, he's made some great strides in that area. I don't think they're going to find any sort of learning disability, and in fact, his teacher was saying that lately he's been coming out of his shell and being more involved in the classroom. I think a lot of what has been going on with him is that he's a quiet, shy boy who needs time to feel comfortable in a new environment. He's the type of kid who likes to watch everything around him and soak it in. I think he's now feeling like he can participate.. so what if it took him a little while.. I'm convinced that he's going to be deemed a genius.. and may just skip first and second grade and go right to 3rd!!!

It's Going To Be A Long Ass Day..

I'm having a meeting today with my son's teacher, and the special ed. department at his school. I'm so confused, and quite frankly, annoyed. Way back in November we were told that my son may need some testing, for a possible learning disability. Then we spoke with his teacher, and no further testing would be required.. Then we get a note requesting another meeting, and his teacher thinks that he may have some processing issues. Ugh..I think she has a few issues of her own at this point. We were pretty floored.. I don't know what happened between the time that she thought he was fine, to now, when she thinks he has "issues". But whatever, we're going ahead with what they recommend because we would hate to be wrong and find a problem down the road. However, I don't think there is a problem (and I'm not just saying this because I'm his mother) I'm sure they're going to find that he's just a normal 5 year old who is learning perfectly well. I'm even more annoyed at the fact that it's March, and how much time are they going to have to determine if there's a problem or not?? It's so frustrating. His teacher has already discussed with us the possibility of him staying back. She says it's a "free year" a "gift" I'm not sure I see it that way. No matter what, he's always going to know that he stayed back. Sure he wouldn't care at this point, not like he would if he were older.. but I just don't know if that's going to be necessary. It's absolutely ridiculous what they expect these kids to know in kindergarten!
Ok, but on another note.. I have another ultrasound today.. I'm 16 weeks.. and there's a chance we might find out what I'm carrying.. I've been waiting for this day since I first found out that I was pregnant. I'm going to be happy with whatever we find out.. (unless it's nothing- if they're not cooperating) I'd be ok with 4 boys.. 4 boys who love their mom to death, who could never find anyone to live up to what I've been to them all their lives.. sounds healthy huh? I could handle two girls too!! Or a nice mix.. 1 of each!! Anyway, I'll be posting later I'm sure.. :)

This is charming..

My two year old is hard to understand most times.. but he's got two words down so well, that you'd have to be deaf not to know what he's said.. "poopy diarrhea" Yea, isn't that cute. It's now become a catch phrase in our house.. In fact, he's taken it to new levels.. When he says thanks for something.. he thinks it's so cute to add "poopy" at the end of it. "thanks poopy"
He's going to be my little prince charming.. ya think??

DNA..

I've been thinking a lot lately about being a twin.. and what it's meant to me growing up, and even as an adult. I'm extremely close to my twin, we're best friends. When someone tells me something and says "don't tell anyone, not even your sister" That is like telling me not to breath. It's just the kind of relationship we have.
Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about what kind of twins we are.. identical, or fraternal, or even my mother's theory "mirror" (being total opposites- she's a lefty, I'm a righty, glasses/no glasses..yada yada) My entire life, I've never known. And quite frankly, I'm getting sick of the story as to why I don't know.. "well, you see, they threw the placenta away before examining it to find out what we were.." ugh, do you know how many times I've retold that fucking story? No matter who you tell that you're a twin, they are going to ask what kind of twin you are. So, I've done a bit of research, and there's actually DNA testing that can answer this once and for all. Of course I've known about this for some years, but it hasn't really become an issue with me, that is until I became pregnant with my own twins... now, I'm thinking, I just have to know.. What am I?? Does this sound a bit over dramatic? My husband certainly thought so when I mentioned it to him. He doesn't see why I should really care about it. It doesn't change my relationship with my sister, and it doesn't change who I am. Well, I know that, but it is a part of who I am.. whether anyone thinks it's significant or not. The bottom line is that he doesn't want to spend the money on it.. It's $150, and my sister and I would split it. I think that's a fair price to pay to finally to be able to stop telling that stupid story. No one wants to hear about your placenta, ya know?? Oh, my other option, is my dad's theory which he shared with me this past Christmas eve.. The Black Market! Yup, apparently back in the 70's twin placentas were a hot commodity and he believes that our placenta was stolen and sold (for what? I have no idea) You know, I think at this point, I'd pay in sexual favors, blood.. whatever it took.. We're doing this test!!!!!

Here's my weekend..
1.) Went to breakfast on Saturday morning.. came home, layed on couch... for almost the entire day!!
2.) Moved upstairs to my own bed..and continued to lay down..
3.) Sunday.. didn't get dressed all day.. it felt great! A bit lazy, but whatever.. I'm allowed.. I did however, not lay down for most of the day..
4.) I made a decent lunch (my hubby's favorite- turkey meatloaf)
5.) Did a bunch of laundry, cleaned.. and then layed down..
6.) Watched my kids favorite t.v. show "America's Funniest Home Videos", from my bed.. all 4 of us climbed in and had a good laugh.. it would be so much funnier if that dork Tom Bergeron would just shut the hell up, but whatever, I guess he's better than Bob Saget...
7.) Did not go outside for a single minute.. but watched from the warmth of my kitchen as my boys made snow angels with their dad on the front lawn.. it was cute.. And that, was my weekend!! How exciting!!

God Hates Fags..

This is the website that I just checked out after reading an article about a pastor named Fred Phelps. It's so incredibly disgusting to me that this asshole is saying he is doing god's work.. As far as I can remember, they taught you in Sunday school, that God hates no one.. I'm hoping he's hating this Fred Phelps prick. He's got members of his church protesting military funerals, saying that it was God's punishment to kill our soldiers because America is a country that harbors homosexuals.. Oh good lord.. where do these fuckers come from?? The good news is, Fred is old.. like in his 70's.. the bad news.. his parrish, is made up of his entire extended family.. Looks like he'll have a person or two to carry on the hate torch when he keels over.. Other good news is that in counter protest, they have people guarding military funerals, when asked by the family. They call themselves the patriot guards riders, a group of bikers who will drown out the protesters by rallying for our troops. Good for them!!

Car Safety

I don't know who I can blame this one on.. maybe the asshole that was waiting for my parking spot.. maybe it was the kids begging me to open their new Star Wars die cast tie fighter.. Maybe it was just me, in my prego-amnesia.. But it's not fun when you're more than half way home, in your loser cruiser, and you happen to glance back at your 2 year old and he's all stretched out with his feet up on the back of the seat in front of him.. My first thought, how the hell is he doing that?? Oh, right, cause I didn't strap him in! Duh. I absolutely hate when I do that, and unfortunately, this isn't the first time (and I'm suspecting, not the last)
When my oldest was 3 1/2 we had run out to do some errands. His brother was just a baby, and they shared the seat right behind me in our van. Imagine my surprise, as we're approaching our house, and I get tapped on the shoulder.. And there is my oldest son, whispering to me "Mom, you forgot to strap me in" He could have at least stayed in his seat to tell me this, no, he had to get up and stand right behind me. It was about a week later, and there he was again.. only a bit more frantic, and quite vocal "Mom, you did it again!!"
He became his own little advocate, and always made sure after that that he was strapped in. I know eventually that I'll get it right.. but man, some days my head is just going in so many different directions, that I'm surprised I've even remembered to bring them with me! I'm not so worried about what it's going to be like when the twins are born.. as I suspect I won't be going too many places with 4 kids.. not for quite a while anyway!

The sweetest thing..

I used to love Valentines Day.. I thought it was sooo romantic.. Before my husband and I were married, I used to do all sorts of sweet things.. I remember once over 10 years ago, I bought him 7 cards, and everyday a week before the holiday, I would hide one somewhere I knew he would find it.. I thought it was very sweet.. I guess he thought it was asinine, because when the actual holiday came, he didn't even spring for a card! That was a big disappointing fight let me tell you! But as the years went on, and it became obvious that my husband really wasn't going to get into the holiday, then I too lost any spark for it.. But this is the first year that my son has made me a homemade Valentine, and I must say, it totally makes up for all the lame years spent pissed off at my husband for doing nothing!
It's the absolute cutest card.. it's on heart shaped paper, and it's written in pencil. Here's how it's written
Dear
From W
Mom
I Love
You
And then he drew two pictures on the back, one of me when I was a kid, and then some other random stick figure. It made my heart melt.. cause I know how much he means it, and how excited he was to give it to me. He asked me to bring it to work so that I could look at it when I'm here.. awh.. So, it's taped up on the desk that I share with my sister.. for both of us to enjoy!

This may be Un-American of me..

but I am sooooo dreading the start of the olympics tonight.. I hate what it does to regularly scheduled programming, and that we're forced to hear about it for how long?? 2 weeks?? I don't even know where Torino is..jesus, I can't believe I just admitted that.. Is it in Italy? Ugh, I don't care.. it just means that I'm going to have to be turning off the tv even earlier than I already do cause nothing will be on! It's just like when someone really important dies, and you have to sit through all the news briefs about how fabulous they were.. I guess I'll be catching up on some rentals that I've been wanting to see.. I could care less how fast someone can skate, or how high some skier can jump.. And that's not un-American, that's just me being a girl tired of all the attention sports get!

I have to whine for a minute..

My husband has been offered to do some extra work at his school. I'm all up for extra money, but it also means extra time there.. and having to get a sitter 2 nights a week, so that I can be at my job by 5:30.. I suggested asking our neighbor.. she had mentioned wanting to do it during the fall when he was coaching.. but we didn't want to upset our parents, so we just juggled it between my MIL and my own mother.
It wouldn't be so bad, if my mom didn't get out of work at 2, and instead of going all the way home (about 15 minutes away..) she would just come over.. and hang for 3 hours.. It's a bit more than I can take.. Anyway, my MIL came over tonight, but she mentioned that her head felt like it was crawling.. um, ok.. Kind of wish I had gone over 911 a bit more closely with my 5 year old... but whatever, I'm sure she's fine!
My mom is coming over tomorrow so that my husband and I can go to the dr's. He is in fact coming with me. He hasn't missed an appt so far! He was there for all of my ob appt's with my first son, but none with the second.. I guess he's still waiting for someone to say "Hah! Twins? Just kidding! Good one huh?" I don't think that's going to happen.. Especially since I've been feeling both of them at different times. One of them is over to my left side, and must have it's little feet pressed against my side, and the other one is right under my belly button. I still can't imagine what it's going to feel like when they each weigh about 5 lbs..or 6! Jeez.. Oh, here's an interesting bit of conversation that my doctor promised we would have at my next appointment.. Birth Control! That will be interesting indeed! Considering our "pull and pray" method has failed us, I know she's thinking that one of us needs to be fixed.. Who do you think is getting that one done?? I can tell you for sure, it won't be me! I'm thinking that since I gave up my somewhat cute figure to house all these babies for all these years.. and that as supportive as he's been in the delivery room, it's still me, NOT him, having to push out these babies, and quite frankly, you lose any modesty you may have once had..and I don't see any stretch marks on him.. I therefore think that he can deal with a couple days of discomfort.. for the months and months of what I've endured.. am I right or what????

My husband wants to move again.. so we're looking. There's a house just down the road that we're looking at on Saturday.. I'm a bit leary of moving practically across the street.. I don't want to be driving by my old house everyday, disagreeing with what the new tenants have done with the place.. but whatever. I think we could manage fine here.. I'm assuming he just needs to get this out of his system, and in a few weeks he'll be content where we are.
Last week I went to meet some of the other mom's from my son's class for drinks.. obviously I was only sipping ginger ale, minus the whiskey. It was actually a lot of fun. They were all very nice, and not the snotty types that I worried they would be. Actually, most of them are struggling just like the rest of us. The woman who organized it, the class parent, was pretty much a stitch. She lives in a huge house, with her two children and her husband, who she ripped apart every chance she got. One of the first things she asked me, was how old I was. I could care less about my age, at least at this point in my life.. but I think when she went around the entire table asking everyone their age, some of the older women, may have been a bit put out. But whatever.. the drinks were coming, and most of them won't remember anyone's age (except me, the only one not drinking!) It's been suggested that we do this once a month.. can't see that happening..but I'd go again.. At least I won't feel left out at the class parties, or sporting things..
So, I see my dr on Friday.. and we'll get to hear the heartbeats.. I thought my last appt. would be the last one my husband would go to (they had us wait quite a bit) But he wants to go to this one too. I swear I felt one of the babies move twice yesterday.. I know it's early, I was 21 weeks with my first, and 15 weeks with my second.. I'm just thinking that because there are 2 of them, that I'm going to be feeling it a lot earlier.. Oh, and I'm officially in my second trimester!! Yee friggin ha! The first is always the worst for me.. although we'll see how I feel this summer when I once again can't tie my own shoes, and when I have 2 babies waking me up in the middle of the night with their kicks and punches..
Well, my mother is due over soon..so I better put on a happy face, and practice being polite.. ugh, it's so hard!!

Tagged..

I was tagged by McPolack.. haven't been tagged in a while.. and I feel just so damn special! ;) Haha.. ok, here we go..

4 Jobs I've had..
-chamber maid
-roofer (that job lasted about a month, it really sucked!!)
-merry maid
-patient coordinator on mobile MRI van (hardly worth the 7 bucks an hour I was making!)

4 Movies I could watch over and over again..
-Terms of Endearment- if I ever need a really good cry!
-East of Eden
-The Changling
-Finding Nemo (my favorite of my kids movies..which I watch over and over without much choice!)

4 places I've lived before
-Newmarket, NH
-Dover, NH
-Portsmouth, NH
-Stratham, NH (I've really gotten around, jeez..)

4 shows I love
-Arrested Development
-My name is Earl
-Lost
-The Office

4 places I've vacationed before
-Puerto Escondido, Mexico
-St. John's
-The Bahama's
-San Diego

4 sites I visit daily
-most of the blogs that are listed here, and a whole bunch of others
-seacoastonline.com for the obits (I know..)
-wmur for the weather
-baby center.. for all the latest pregnancy news.. it's fascinating!

5 places I'd rather be..
-I'm at work, my only 1.5 hours of peace, I really can't think of any other place I'd rather be..
but ok..
-somewhere warm and tropical.. maybe Mexico!
-in a brand new 5 bedroom house that my husband and I owned..
-in a hot bath.. with a glass of wine and a pack of cigs.. mmmm...
-in a body that didn't feel bloated, constipated, and just plain huge with babies!

4 bloggers that I tag:
kreblog
lnotes
christhadasister, and finally..
contagious (if she ever blogs again :)

The building inspector showed up today!! I wasn't sure if I believed that he would or not.. but alas, at 9:30 this morning, I heard a knock on my door, and within 30 seconds, he was gone.. Now we can finally start to use the room.. The one thing he did say "Oh, you're not using it yet" Ugh.. Whatever.. My son was thrilled to come home from school today and head out to get some fixin's for his room.. blinds, a new lamp, and a very necessary Spongebob alarm clock! Hah, that was absolutely what he had to have! It's the ugliest thing I've ever seen, and is going to clash with my sweet little boy room that I've got going in my head, but I'll let him have at least one thing that he wants in his own room.. The rest is going to be my doing.. he's only 5... he can change it when he gives a shit.. right now he doesn't. It's going to be an interesting night with him way down the hall.. and his brother all alone in his room.. I'm thinking one of them will end up with the other one at some point.. we'll see!!

It's good to know people..

My mother in law's best friend works at the police station here in town. Which also happens to house all the other town offices. When she heard that we were still waiting for the building inspector, she got right on top of it. My mil's best friend called him up, and he's coming over today! Apparently the woman he has working for him, swears that she called and told me this.. course she didn't.. but whatever. I'm thrilled that he's finally coming over and that we can now start to use the room!! I guess if we ever need any tickets fixed, she can help us out there too!!

Tonight I'm having dinner with the girls.. There are 6 of us that take each other out on our birthdays to the restaurant of their choice. Tonight it's Lnote's turn.. she's the first of us born in 72 to take the big plunge into another year older.. And she's always brave..and does it with total grace! Tonight we're eating at Lindbergh's..Yum!! I have something "pink and shiney" for Lnotes (that's what she said she wanted..) Hope she likes it!
The roofers are here today.. finishing up. It makes it quite difficult for naps.. but I plan on taking a ride in a few and getting the kids to take a good car nap! Crap.. I just remembered.. I can't leave until the building inspector comes. He told my husband yesterday that he would definitely be here today to do the final inspection of our new room. Ugh.. this guy has been saying he'd be over for more than a week! And we can't do anything in the room til he gets here..putz. Well, I guess I'm going to hang out here.. again!!!

Anyone seen my toothbrush??

I don't know what is wrong with me sometimes.. Last night, my youngest son, who had not napped all day, and really needed one..was whining about his batman toothbrush, and how he couldn't find it, and could I please help him.. so naturally I dragged my ass off the couch, and looked high and low for that friggin toothbrush, and of course could not find it anywhere.. So, much time passes, and he's still whining about the toothbrush.. and I mean, I've looked everywhere for this stupid thing, if I didn't know better I would have sworn that the house had swallowed it up.. Anyway, I'm basically at my wits end. When he gets something in his mind, he's relentless and doesn't give up easy, like many 2 year olds. But I've basically had it after over an hour of his whining, and my searching. He comes into the kitchen, where I'm starting to get dinner ready, and he sees me and asks me yet again, where his batman toothbrush is.. This is where my wonderful motherly instincts kicked in.. the part of me that is screaming "sure, have another 2 babies, you can handle it!" And this is what I said "I don't know where your toothbrush is, but when I find it, I'm going to shove it up your ASS!" To which he sniffles, and says "ok" and walks away, and leaves me to my business.. Do you think this should be added to my parenting do overs?? gee, I don't know.. he never mentioned the toothbrush again.. I can hear child and family services at my door.. gotta go..

First cold of the new year..didn't I resolve not to let my kids get those??

Both my boys have been sick the past two days.. My oldest one has it the worst. Throwing up and plenty of diarrhea. Fun stuff! Let me tell you, there's nothing like waking up at 2 in the morning to a kid hurling all over the bathroom. Luckily he made it there.. Oh wait, there is something worse.. when he has to sleep with you (and when they're sick, I don't mind..) until they start shitting in my bed.. And here's how lazy I am at 3 am after being awake for 2 nights in a row.. throwing a towel down on the wet spot, and waiting til morning to change it. Ok, I know that's really gross..but my youngest was still asleep (in my bed of course), and I'd rather wake the dead than him, so we all suffered through some nasty bodily scents til daybreak.
I don't have my niece today, I called my sister early and told her that we were all ill. I'm feeling better this afternoon, I think my problem was lack of sleep... I don't want my niece to get sick either.. Anyway, I'm hoping that tonight goes a little better and we have no more crapping in the bed, throwing up all over the bathroom, and plenty of uninterrupted sleep..

Fat..

I've mentioned before our housekeeper at work. She's a lovely woman, her English could use a bit of work, but whatever. She knows about my impending pregnancy, as most people who look at me do.. I'm starting to get quite the belly. Anyway, I heard her come in to our office 2 nights ago, and she always kind of sings my name "xianfern" But then the other night, she kept singing.. "is getting FAT" Huh? I just sort of looked at her, stunned, and said "gee, thanks" But then she starts laughing and comes over to rub my belly. ugh. She then says "oh, I just tease you xianfern" Ok, so that's that. Until last night (the following night) she comes in singing my name again, and continues singing that I'm getting chubby. Ok, I know she's not intentionally trying to hurt my feelings, but who does that?? Would you say that to someone that had put on a couple of pounds over the holidays? NO, of course not. Then why does she think it's ok to say that to an extremely sensitive, hormonal pregnant lady?? Whatever. Like I said, I know she means no harm, but man, let it go! jeez..

Know what sucks?

The first trimester of pregnancy with twins! Ok, it's not that bad, or it could be worse. I'm amongst the fortunate women who don't suffer from morning sickness, although I've been feeling a tad queasy lately if I do too much. But the exhaustion, and fatigue is nothing I've ever experienced. I know it's different when you're growing 2 babies, but jeez, I never imagined that one could get so tired, doing almost nothing. I can sleep for 10 hours (yea, right) and then wake up totally exhausted. It's all I can do to make my son's lunch in the morning.. and taking care of my niece has proven to be the only thing that keeps me off the couch. It's ok though, I know it's going to get better.. I look forward to the weekends when my husband is home, and I can lay on the couch in my p.j.'s all day!
Today I did more than I've done in two weeks. I went and ran some errands, took my niece to see her mother at work (and to show off her new walking abilities..I've never seen a baby so determined to just walk, it's amazing, and totally adorable!) I have another ultrasound today, and I'll meet with my o.b. after that. I'm sure that's why I'm not lounging on the couch right now.. I can't wait to get another view of the babies, and get to see that they're doing ok.. Anyway, my mother in law is coming over to watch the boys, so I have to do a bit more cleaning before she gets here... she raised 6 kids, and her house was spotless.. oh, the pressures on!

Knock Knock..

I had some company today, in the form of 2 Jehovah Witness's. This one girl has been coming to my house for at least 2 years, just to drop off literature. She's never imposing, and she never asks me if she can come in and talk.. I don't know why I don't tell her that I'm just not interested, and that the thought of selling religion door to door makes me want to hurl, but for some reason, I just can't seem to tell her that. She seems very nice, and I've often thought that I would love to invite her in, for some coffee.. maybe chat about our kids (she has a boy who shares names with my youngest) Although, I know if I invite her in, then we're not going to be chatting about our kids, it's going to be about God, and even God knows that I don't want to go there.. anyway, I gotta stop answering my door.. it's either some irate dry wall guy who speaks no English, or god's messengers! jeez.

It feels like time is moving in slow motion.. ever since last Tuesday anyway when we found out that we're having twins. I'm still somewhat in a state of shock.. my husband is too, I guess. He's been trying to find us a place to move to.. I told him that I would miss him, but I don't plan on moving.. we'll do just fine where we are. He just needs to realize that.. he will, eventually. My oldest son is beside himself with the news. We had told him that I was pregnant a couple days before we had the ultrasound, and he was thrilled with that news. During one of his baths, he started counting him, his brother and my belly, and said "I can't believe you're going to have 3 children!" He's not said anything about the fact that I'm now going to have 4.. he's just in shock like the rest of us!
It's amazing how consuming a pregnancy can be.. It always was with the boys.. thinking forward to meeting them, wondering how you were going to do it.. there's always some self doubt when you're going to have a baby.. But let me tell you, the thought of twins, yikes.. that's a scary one! I've thought about everything except how we're going to do it. I know we will, things are just going to be incredibly different! Everything we do nowadays is followed by "Well, we won't be able to do this when the babies are born" Like going out to breakfast with the boys, or getting a night out after they're born. My husband's convinced that no one is going to want to babysit.. Probably not, but there will be an occasion, I'm sure, that someone will offer it up, and we can find some time alone.. Both our folks are local.. they're going to jump at the chance.. well, maybe not jump.. but these aren't things that I'm worried about at this point.. I've been reading a lot about twins.. I'm not quite the wealth of knowledge on the subject that I thought I was. Being a twin, and having twins are apparently two totally different things! Hmm.. Anyway, I'm sure everything will work out just fine.. it usually does!

Holy Shit!!!!!!

I've been sitting on some news for a few weeks now..dying to blog about it, but keeping it quiet.. until now!! My husband and I are going to be having another baby!! It was a surprise- one of our Friday fun nights kind of back fired.. and here we are.. But wait, there's more, this isn't why I'm calling this blog entry holy shit.. I'm calling it that because ever since yesterday, when I had my first official dr's appointment, that's all I've been able to say.. She did an ultrasound.. and lo and behold, there were two tiny little babies in there!! Say it with me folks HOLY SHIT!! I'm having twins! It's been surreal ever since then.. I got no sleep last night because I just kept waiting to wake up from this very bizarre dream I was having.. I'm not awake yet!! My husband had to sit down when he saw the two babies in my belly.. "I'm a teacher..I don't know how we're going to do this" Meanwhile, I'm laughing, and holy shit is just racing through my mind.. I thought 3 kids would be insane, but manageable..but 4?? And twins?? Jesus! I have no baby clothes, I got rid of all of them because we were done having babies.. no maternity clothes.. Ugh.. but amidst all the chaos of finding out that I'm going to puff up like a balloon, and have to push out 2 (not 1, but 2) babies, I'm really excited. I am afterall, a twin.. so I look forward to watching my own set of twins grow, and hope that they have the same special bond that I have with my own twin.. My husband is excited too, I keep seeing him with a glowing smile on his face.. and I totally agree with him when he said yesterday, that there had better be at least one girl in there!! We'll find out in the up coming months.. It's going to be a long ass winter/spring and summer.. I'm due in August, so I'm still early- I know I should probably wait til I'm a little further along to be blabbing about this, but I am just not one of those people that can keep my mouth shut.. so here's to a healthy pregnancy, a fabulous, pain free delivery, and at least one girl! :)

My boys got an early Christmas present last night.. in the form of vomiting and diarrhea. Fun, Fun!! I had just gotten home from work last night, with a happy meal for each of them.. it was about 2 minutes later that my youngest son was standing next to me complaining about what I thought was him biting his tongue, when he just let loose.. It's been a long time since I've seen that much puke! And it went everywhere! It was coming out of his nose, and he was freaking out. It's one of those moments that you wish you could have reacted faster to, but time was not our side last night. The poor kid just wanted his mommy to hold him, and I'm thinking no way buddy, these are dry clean only pants.. but of course I pick him up, and try to catch the next wave of puke as it goes everywhere. My husband was oblivious to what was going on.. even though I was yelling to him in the next room that I needed help.. he finally did come to our rescue, and wiped up most of the vomit. I expected my son would want to just sit on my lap til bed time, but oh no.. not this kid! He was off like a rocket after that, like nothing had happened. Luckily he slept pretty good, and has seemed fine since then.
So, I guess I could stop at the puke story, but I did mention diarrhea..so I must continue. That was what my oldest son was plagued with last night.. all night. He kept waking up telling me that his belly hurt. My husband and I took turns taking him to the toilet, where he dumped more watery poop than I thought possible (I'm sorry to be so gross..but I wouldn't want to sugar coat it for ya, it was nasty!) There were only two times when he didn't quite make it, and we needed to change his underwear. His poor little bum is very sore today.. from all that poopin'. I even put diaper cream on him, so that it would give him some relief (which it did) But he was all worried that someone from school might see him, and know that he's wearing diaper cream for babies! I assured him that wouldn't happen.
Needless to say, I'm exhausted today.. My husband is out doing his Christmas shopping, and I've been cooking for our Xmas eve dinner here tomorrow night. I just called him though, and told him that I need a nap! He'll rush right home (I'm sure!)
Anyway, the boys appear to be fine now, as they are throwing toys at each other in the living room. I'm glad that this came last night, and not when they were waiting for Santa..

My nephews new plan (as of 1pm today) The Coast Guard.. or maybe another facet of the military.. fine with me. I agree with Bob when he said it's not the best time to be joining the military, but it could be just what this kid needs. He couldn't do any worse than his father did at his age when he joined the army. He went awol, eventually returned (after pickpocketing some old lady in Florida went sour) and was eventually let out for medical reasons- not sure what kind of medical issues he had at that point.. but whatever.. I still think he'd do better than his dad! So, let's hope something happens here.. something inspires him.. He's at least trying to figure it all out.. I guess..

Home again

My nephew is home.. yee friggin hah! His homecoming was sweetened when we found out that he didn't pass ANY of his classes.. nor did he go to any of his finals.. Why would he? He would have had to get a 90 to even pass the class! Ugh... So, all his shit's home (which smells like a boy who doesn't do laundry, or care all that much about hygiene) He's already pissed us off to no end.. dishes in the sink.. using our cars- leaving trash in them.. My husband had to search his room this morning for his car keys. I then discovered this morning, that he's been reading my emails.. hmmm.. I had one opened, that I hadn't opened, and no one else in the house had either. So, when he finally reappeared from a sleepover this afternoon, I asked him if he would please respect my privacy, and not open my emails... he denied doing it at first, then fessed up.. I don't know what that boys problem is.. but he's going to drive us crazy. My husband's given him 6 months to get his shit together, get focused, or get the hell out. He's paying rent (which I'm sure he's not happy about) But you know, we've done so much for this kid, and all he does is throw it back in our faces.. When we found out that he had gotten suspended, we had a talk about what he needed to do next. Figure out his financial aid situation, meet with his advisor, and check out the local community college about taking some classes this winter so that if he wanted to transfer he could. And of course I begged him to try to make the most of the last few weeks, and really buckle down. Sure, no problem. He was on board.. so I thought. He didn't do any of it! Nothing.. I know he's still a kid, I know that he's immature, and still trying to find his way.. but this is ridiculous! Anyone out there want a roommate??

Love Dad..

I got a Christmas card today from a sister of mine that I met when I was 16.. Yes, I didn't know she existed until I met her at my dad's wedding. Like watching your father marry someone besides your mom isn't awkward enough, let's add a half sister you never knew about! Hmm.. I can't tell you how strange it is to walk into a room, and see someone (who does not happen to be your twin) that looks a lot like you.. She's 2 years older than my sister and I. And in my father's defense, he didn't know she existed either, until she turned 18. It's typical of my father to decide that his wedding would be a perfect time to introduce his new daughter. Why would the other ones mind?? I mean, he was already marrying a woman who had a 7 year old daughter who called him daddy, why would we mind one more??
Anyway, she was very nice, although I think she felt way more awkward than any of us! This was how her new dad was introducing her to her "new family" at his friggin wedding..Weird. She's married now, and has 3 kids. They live in Northern NH. She's been to all of our wedding/baby showers, and things like that. My dad's tried to develop a relationship with her as well, although I think she was in for a bit of a surprise there.. he's not exactly the fatherly type. He lives about 10 minutes up the street from me, and I only see him a few times a year. That's just the way it's always been, I'm assuming it's the way he wants it. Whatever. I've hoped to develop some sort of relationship with her, but it's hard to do that when so much time has passed.. ya know??
Anyway, it reminded me that I've got to send her a card too! damn!
This is worth noting too.. the woman my dad married, he divorced. She like country and he liked rock n roll (isn't that why every marriage breaks up??) He's since then given up on ever marrying again, which is fine with me.. But his sour attitude about marriage spilled over onto my wedding gift.. This is good! He gave my husband and I a rock.. it was actually quite beautiful (for a rock- and yes, this was my wedding gift!!), it has our names carved into it, with our anniversary date, and "ALWAYS" under it.. It's something you would put in your garden (or basement-whatever) But then, you flip over the rock, and it simply says "Oh Well" How harsh is that?? Anyway, what am I to expect from a man who was an hour late to walk me down the aisle?? yup, he was! good lord..

We ended up taking my youngest son to the ER last week, and they glued his head back together.. It ended up being a bigger hole than we thought, and couldn't deny it any longer. Luckily, he was on his best behavior and sucked it up like the little man that he is.
As for the hole in my roof.. hmm... well, it only leaked moderately after last Friday's snow storm, and it only caused some minor damage to the ceiling in our upstairs hallway.. and one of our closets, which of course happened to be housing all the kids xmas gifts.. but nothing was damaged.. It's getting very cold outside, and not so warm inside.. Rain is due by the end of this week, and we still have no walls, or a roof in our new room.. it's freaking me out a little!
I must say that today was one of the longest days of my life.. my two nieces are both teething, both refusing to sleep, and both wanting to be held constantly. It would be fine if I came equipped with an extra set of arms (like Mr. Potato Head..wouldn't that be great??) Lets just say that I spent a lot of time sitting on the floor, trying to make room for everyone on my lap!
This is my last week without my nephew back living with us.. having to borrow our cars, messing up the house.. driving me generally insane... I can't seem to get in touch with him either, which is driving me insane as well. He won't return my calls, or my emails.. I just love how responsible he is!
I'm looking forward to the holidays.. and getting a wonderful gift or two from my husband.. :) I found a receipt from Dick's Sporting Goods (my favorite store- NOT) but I only saw one thing on it (I wasn't snooping, it was just sitting on the kitchen table, and I stopped reading it when I realized it wasn't mine..) but it would appear that he got me an air mattress.. I guess so he won't be uncomfortable during all those nights when I kick him out of bed.. haha, no, I'm sure it's for when we go camping.. I was bitching last summer about wanting one.. And I have no idea what else he could get me at Dicks..but I'll soon find out! I requested some new pj's and an electric blanket (with dual controls) I'm so tired of being cold! And he hates them.. something about cancer.. well, speaking of xmas, I got some last minute on line shopping to do..

Loser

Last Easter my youngest son had his first set of stiches, 3 right above his eyebrow. Today, he almost got his second. We opted on butterfly band aids instead.. but the funny thing about this gash, is that it starts at the very beginning of the old scar, but goes straight up.. he basically has an "L" on his forhead.. poor chump!

There's a huge hole in my roof. We're paying for it to be there.. and someday it'll be our new master bedroom (I shouldn't say "master", that makes it sound big.. and it's going to be rather small) But it's still going to give us some extra room none the less! However, at this very moment, it's just a big hole.. and it's getting a bit drafty in our house. We've been promised some walls before the impending snow storm on Friday.. but walls don't worry me so much as a roof! Aw well, it'll all be worth it someday.. we'll just throw another jacket on.. and bundle the boys up good..

That was a blonde moment

I guess I panicked a little bit in my last post.. as it turns out, there's actually something called a bid retraction on ebay, specifically for typographical errors. Imagine that, a billion dollar corporation having something like that! I can be such a tool!

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am so f'ing screwed.. I was bidding for some stupid ass xmas oranments on ebay (after having a few beers) and some how I bid $110 for Rudolph ornaments (for my husband) and put my maximum bid at $520. I don't know how I did this, or how to fix it. Are there any ebayer's out there to help me?? I'm sooooo fucked!!! This is not how I expected ebay would ruin my life.. but I think it just did................

Potty talks...

I was in the bathroom last night with my oldest son waiting for him to finish his business (he's back to not being able to go unless there is someone in there, and his little brother was busy) Anyway, to pass the time he starts asking me about how babies are made.. well, not so much as how they're made, but how they come out of your belly. I was trying to let him draw his own conclusions, since he's only 5. I don't think he's quite ready for the nitty gritty of it all. I'm always amazed by the minds of such young children. This is what he's assuming.. You go to the hospital, the parents pick out a baby that looks good and grown, and they put it in your belly. Exactly! So, I think we're done.. but noooo.. He then asks me how does the baby get out.. hmm.. So, I kind of tell him. We've had a talk about how girls and boys are different, how boys have a penis, and girls have a vagina (pagina, remember??) I tell him that the baby comes out of a woman's vagina.. "what's that??" apparently his memory is even worse than his mothers.. But then he says "oh, is that your pee pee?" "yes" hoping this is it.. Of course he starts thinking, and says rather horrified, "they cut off your pee pee??" Ugh.. No, and then I promise to tell him all about babies when he's 10.. yikes.

Here's my youngest son.. the first pic is him having a good day.. the other one is him every other day :)

Know what's scary??

When a strange man comes to your house, speaks little or no English, and is trying to open your door, saying "patch job, patch job" I don't know what the fuck he was talking about, but it scared the bejesus out of me. I happened to be on the phone with blogless when it all "went down" She was freaking on the other line, telling me to lock both my doors.. It wouldn't have been so freaky if he hadn't kept trying to open up my storm door, the one that I'm holding, and at that point trying to shut. I finally told him that I didn't need any work done, and that he was at the wrong house. He had no idea what I was saying, but apparently whatever language he spoke, NO means no.. and he left. After locking the doors I watched him go to his truck and leave.. I was already to use my self defense that I had learned 10 years ago.. I could have taken him! ;)

More bugs..

It would appear that we're back to square one with my oldest son and the bugs.. ugh.. It happened today, he went to the bathroom, all by himself..only to start screaming minutes later that he needed me. Well, when I went in, there was a bug on the outside of the bathroom window. He was sitting there on the toilet, freaking out. So, I thought the best thing would be to open the window, and flick the bug off the screen. I didn't notice the roll of toilet paper sitting on the window sill when I opened the window, but it tumbled down on top of my son, and sent him flying.. He thought the bug was coming to get him. He ran out into the hallway, where my sister and brother in law were.. bundling up my niece and getting ready to leave. All I saw was his bare butt heading for the living room. He didn't care who saw him, he just wanted away from that bug that was outside..
So, after the company left, I finally managed to get him to come a little closer to the bathroom, so that at least I could wipe his butt... Mid-shit, and he totally freaked out. I'm sure this will only make him regress, and he'll be asking his little brother to take him to the potty once more.. two steps forward, and about a gazillion back..

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree, thy leaves are so unreal!!

We got our Christmas tree today.. at Home Depot.. it came in a box.. I've never had a fake tree, in fact, it goes against everything that I believe in.. which happens to be that the only tree you should have in your home, be cut down, and die for you on the holiday. But in an effort to spare the kids I watch some agony, I've opted for a fake one this year. This was my husbands dream come true.. he's wanted a fake one our entire relationship, but I've never caved. Growing up, my grandparents grew Christmas trees. It's been one of my favorite childhood memories, going over and walking through their yard with all the trees. They had customers that would come by months before the holiday to tag their tree. It was part of their livelihood, they grew trees and corn.. But this year, I've been worried about my young 9 month old, very mobile, very apt to put anything in her mouth niece. So, I thought what better way to spare the poor child of any nasty painful pine needles, than to insure that the tree I got would never drop anything dangerous on floor that might make it's way to her mouth.. That solves one problem.. a bigger one is making sure she doesn't pull it down on top of herself.. Ugh.. it's going to be a long holiday season!!

When a 5 yr old explodes....

Today should have been a very easy day for me.. I only had my 17 month old niece, and my own children. Piece of cake compared to what I'm normally doing.. At some point today, my oldest son told me that someone had drawn on a chair in the living room. Hmm... It wasn't just a slip of someone's pen, or a teeny little scribble. It was about 6 huge black lines on both arms of the fabric covered chair. Long lines too, from the front to the back. It looked like someone was trying to create their own plaid design, and got caught in the middle of it.. however, I totally missed this happening, and figured my 2 year old had been up to no good.
When I asked my son who did it, he said "I did, but I don't know why" He was just sitting in the chair, with a pen, some paper, and an apparent need to ruin my chair.. I kept my cool, surprisingly, and told him that he's not to draw on the furniture, only paper.. same schpeil that I've been giving him since he was 2. This did not go over well with him. He lost his shit with me, told me that I should say I was sorry for yelling at him ( seriously, I didn't yell.. ) He then went on to tell me that I was a bad mom for looking at him the way I did.. and that if I didn't apologize that he was going to run away, and that he didn't love me, and that he hated me.. WOW! That was pretty much how I reacted. I'm thinking that he was so upset with himself, that he took it out on me, because REALLY, there was no yelling! And nothing nasty about it. Perhaps the look of disappointment on my face when I discovered that he had done it, was just too much for him.
It made me feel like a heel, although when he went on about how he would go live with his grammie, I did get a little chuckle. He told me he was going to walk there.. but that I would have to give him directions because he wasn't sure which left to take!!
He eventually calmed down, and has been apologizing to me all afternoon, about saying those mean things to me. At least I know this is a child that isn't going to internalize much! jeez.. I didn't bother to mention to him that his grammie is getting us a new chair for Christmas, and we probably won't keep the one he drew on.. I figured he should worry about it just a little!

Debauchery and the Knitting Lesson

The sleep over at Contagious' was a lot of fun. And there was no puking in anyone's recycling bin, or toilet, or restaurant bathroom. I was very well behaved.. In fact, I was up til after 2 getting a knitting lesson from Contagious. I had no idea how much I was going to love it, or how lame it would sound later!
We had dinner at a swanky restaurant in Portsmouth. The food was good, but the portions were tiny. It's one of those places that you get a huge plate, and barely anything on it. I was hungry after I left. But the drinks were good, and the company was great. We hit a bar afterwards, where we saw the "cool kids" that Contagious had referenced before. A couple of us tried to play some tunes on the jukebox, but of course we were long gone before they were played. We had a nice walk back to Contagious' house, where we had a night cap, and a knitting lesson.
The four hours of sleep that I got, were totally uninterrupted, and very sound. I left early, headed to the grocery store, then resumed my mom duties once again.. At this moment my youngest is whining at my feet.. wanting to cuddle.. So much for debauchery! But I can't wait to get some yarn, and start a-knitting!!

Sleep ovahhhhhhhhhh.....

I'm going to a sleepover this weekend.. at Contagious' house! Yee friggin hah! It's a birthday dinner for Blogless, and a big old celebration to get her out!! I'm looking forward to a fabulous dinner at a new restaurant in Portsmouth.. lots of drinking.. and a great night sleep!! No one calling to me in the middle of the night (at least there had better be no one calling for me..I only plan on holding my own hair back) And no one waking me at 6 am to go downstairs for breakfast!!
Ahh.. this will be on the heals of my first craft fair.. My husbands school is having one, and I've got a table there.. no more strip clubs for me, no sirree! I plan on getting some customers who aren't interested in dildo's or edible undies!! Wish me luck!!

Bad Hair Day..

My son went to school today with a serious case of bed head. My husband was appalled that I had let him go to school like that, and fears that kids are going to make fun of him. Um, if they can all pick their noses in front of each other and not give a rats ass, then no one is going to comment on the state of his hair!! Right??

Helping out in the Classroom..

I was a helper in my son's kindergarten class today. It was a truly learning experience! First I learned that pink mini skirts matched up with a pink blazer, black nylons, pink shoes, with a gold anklet on the outside of the nylons and frosted blond hair pulled over to one side in the back, and clipped with a huge silver barrett, does nothing for a woman in her 50's. Oh, and I'm not sure if her slip hanging out of the front of the mini skirt was a look she was intentionally going for, but she just may want to rethink that. I also learned that every 5 year old in the world apparently has no problem picking their nose during circle time. Some were discreet, covering up their face with one hand while the other one did the work. Others were just digging away. I love that at this age, they just don't care. Now I also know how germs spread so quickly in school! ick..
It was great to see my son in his new environment. Especially with everything we've been worrying about lately. I must say, he's not the furthest behind in his class, that's for sure. He is however, one of the best behaved. He didn't ask for anything without raising his hand, this wasn't surprising to me, he's been making my husband and I raise our hands at home for quite some time. I could see where his teacher wonders about him though.. he's very quiet. He's a spitting image of what his dad used to be like in school. I was proud of how well behaved he was, and not worried at all. We've been waiting to get a progress report from his title 1 teacher, and today we received it. It simply stated that he was a pleasure to have in class. No shit. We were hoping for something a bit more specific, like he's really smart, and he's coming along great. We'll have to investigate that some more I guess.
I feel as though lately I've been on a rollercoaster with my son. Worrying, not worrying.. it's been frustrating. But I think he's in the right hands. His teacher may dress like some sort of 80's glam girl, but she was really good with the kids. Most of them listened really well, and she has a very structured and fun classroom. It's not easy entertaining 17 five year olds for 6 hours! I think my son's going to thrive there.. I'm looking forward to going back.. but I'm going to have a long talk with my son about the nose picking! In his defense, he was the only one who raised his hand, and asked for a tissue!! Good boy!!

Yet another blond moment..

Today was career day at my son's school. His teacher sent something home about it yesterday. The kids could dress like whoever they might want to be when they grow up. He told me that he wanted to be a teacher, so we decided last night that he would wear a tie, and a nice shirt. It would look quite teacher like (at least that's what his teacher dad wears, and he always looks so handsome!) Anyway, this morning, in the rush and caos of our house, my son asked me if he could pick out his clothes. Sure, no problem. He came down in a Buzz Lightyear sweatshirt, and some pants. I thought.. how handsome.. I didn't think "shit, it's career day, you don't want to be Buzz Lightyear when you grow up right?" Yea, that just totally escaped me. It didn't dawn on me til about 2 hours after he had caught the bus, when my younger son was watching a Barney show and there was some kid on it wearing a tie! And then I felt like crying. I don't know where my head is at sometimes. I swear, someday I'm going to just forget that I even have children who depend on me to keep my head out of my ass.. Ugh..I can't wait for the day when my kid can help me keep all of this straight!!

Poor little mouse.. never knew what hit him.. The door to my shed is apparently what hit him. Weird timing.. it must have been trying to get out, and the door slammed at that precise moment. It made me think of Contagious' mouse, all snug and warm in their kitchen.. and then I was glad that this mouse was not in MY kitchen, and that however sad it might be, at least my son hasn't developed a phobia with mice.. it's hard enough dealing with all the bugs!

When the Dark is Less Scary Than Your Mother..

For some unknown reason, my 5 year old has been waking in the middle of the night and needing me by his bed side. It's gotten to the point that I've got a sleeping bag and a pillow set up next to his bed to make life a little easier.
I don't know exactly what came over me last night when I heard his whiney cry, but someone else inside of me took over. I first sat up and told him it was ok, and to go back to sleep. This only intensified the whine, and I could hear his brother start to rustle. My husband got up, and I thought he was going to take care of it. But he needed to take care of something else, and headed for the bathroom. The whining escalated, and I just lost it. This is what I remember saying "Jesus! I'm so sick of this.. It's not comfortable on the floor.. do you realize that you're making your mother sleep on the floor??"
This is when he looked at me, and simply pointed in the direction of my bed. "Oh no, we are NOT sleeping in my bed!!" I firmly stated.
And he said "No, you. You can go back to bed."
The demon inside of me, tired of sleepless nights in a sleeping bag was released, and I then felt like total shit for being so harsh to my son. I hugged him and told him that I was sorry for being so mean. He hugged me back and said it was ok, then he layed his little head down, I covered him up in his smelly bug sprayed blanket, and went back to bed. My son was more afraid of me than the dark.
It took a while to fall back to sleep. My husband had missed my outburst, but was no doubt surprised to find me in our bed when he returned from the bathroom.
I apologized again this morning and told my son how proud I was that he went back to sleep on his own, and how much better I had slept in my own bed rather than on the floor. He seemed very pleased with himself and told me that it was ok.
I'm thinking this may have solved our night time disturbances. It's not a technique I would have used under normal "awake" circumstances, nor is it one that I think will be printed in any parenting magazine, but I think I recovered from it ok, as did my son.. it's all good!!

The Parent/Teacher/Crybaby conference..

We went to our first conference with my son's kindergarten teacher. I was so excited about going, and getting to find out a bit more of what my son's been doing. I've been so curious about what he's like in school. If he was shy, or if he'd come out of his shell a bit.
She started out the meeting by commenting on how much my son looks like his dad.. and what a sweetheart he is. She then went on a bit about how he's quiet, and quite shy. He'll involve himself in the class, but rarely initiates anything on his own. This is probably due to no pre-school. Then her tones changes a bit, and this is where the crybaby part of the conference comes into play. She fears he might need some additional testing for some sort of learning disability, and suggests that it might be a good idea to see if special ed might be where he needs to spend some of his time. He's got some delays in fine motor skills (because I wouldn't let him pick up scissors til this summer for fear he would cut himself) He's also a bit behind in his speech, which we knew already and are treating. He's also got some processing issues.. he's distracted very easily and basically has a bunch of other "typical" male traits!
I tried not to cry, really I did! I've been a bit emotional this week anyway, what with Aunt Flo coming for a visit soon.. But when she started talking about "testing" and special ed.. I just couldn't hold it back anymore. She very sternly, yet sympathetically said "don't cry" And then went onto how sweet he was. I friggin know he's sweet..and you said that already.. but what I didn't know was that by his 5th year, he was going to be required to know so much! There's nothing quite like hearing that your son might need special ed to catch up, to make you feel like a total failure as a parent! Jeez, now I'm just waiting for the social workers to come over and investigate and find out what the hell has been going on in our house..too much tv.. too many computer games.. one too many happy meals.. It's ok though, I want to figure out what's going on, if anything. And get it fixed now, before kids tease.. or before he thinks that he's different..

Yum Yum..

In an effort to try to get my kids to eat better, I made them sit at the table tonight, and just eat! I didn't care if they thought they didn't like it, they had to try whatever I put in front of them. Which just happened to be a delicious turkey pot pie, mashed potatoes, and their favorite veggie corn- they're favorite because of how it maintains it's identity when it escapes their little bodies..gross, I know, but they're boys!
Anyway, my oldest son was pissed! He told me that it was not his choice to have what I was making. um, my point exactly, it wasn't his choice, but dammit, he was going to try the pot pie.. So, my husband I and put our heads together (which makes about 1/4 of a parenting team) and tell him that Santa (yup our old pal Santa again) is watching, and that we're pretty sure that he just crossed another gift off his list of presents. This is all it takes for him to open wide, and indulge us. He takes the bite of the pie (which is only the crust and the gravy) and starts a chewing. You would have thought by the look on his face that we had just made him eat his own shit, and not gods marvelous creation of gravy.. He chews, and he gags a little, and then he says "mmm, this is good!" Oh, the drama, and the classic facial expressions of a 5 year old! That was the only bite he would take, but I didn't care. I was just glad that he tried it.. and of course he was relieved to find out that Santa would in fact pencil that gift back in!!

She deserves some props!!

One of my best friends (blogless) has been having a very hard time recently. Her father is recovering from bacterial meningitis. He's been in the hospital for 2 weeks and is leaving for a rehab facility tonight. I have to give blogless some props. She's been an amazing daughter over the past two weeks. She's spent numerous over nights at the hosptial with her dad. She's been more of a nurse to him than anyone getting paid to do so. She's taken charge of his care, and he's truly a lucky man to have such a dedicated daughter. It doesn't help that her mom's got some issues (won't go into them here, blogless knows that she needs a blog just about her mother) She's had so much to contend with. And it's not as if she's got nothing else going on, she has 2 small children who she cares for as well, and a sister with a disability. I gotta say, if anything ever happened to me, I want her by my side helping me out!
We've all been praying for her dad, he's a great guy- pretty damn funny too! We all know where blogless get's her sense of humor! He married my husband and I, as well as blogless and her husband. So, send some good thoughts her way! She could use em!

Halloweenie....

My sister and I went to my son's Halloween Parade at school this morning.. It was so cute! He was a blue power ranger.. We got the costume about a month ago, and as soon as we got the suit home, he tried it on, and I discovered that the zipper was broken. I told him that we would have to return it, and that he couldn't wear it. This of course did not go over well, since he'd been waiting "all his life" to be a power ranger.. ugh. So, ok, I tear off the tags, admit defeat, and understand that it's now going to be my responsibility to fix it. Which I did. I bought some velcro, the kind that sticks.. well, that lasted about 2 minutes. Especially after my youngest found them, and tore them off and was using them as bandaids. Anwyay, no problem, I've still got like 3 weeks to fix it.. I'm a bit of a seamstress.. somewhat crafty. I can fix this stupid costume.
Ok, here's how I fixed it at 7:15 this morning.. Duct tape! Yea, that's right. I'm not sure when I'm going to learn my lesson about procrastination and parenting, but it hasn't sunk in yet. Poor kid. I duct taped him all up the back (on the inside of the suit) and then a strip on the outside. In my defense, it did actually look like part of his costume. But he couldn't stop touching it. He was so afraid it was just going to unravel (he does not yet understand the strength and the sheer brilliant ability of duct tape.. but don't worry, he will!) During the parade, when he was walking around the halls of the school, in a single line with the rest of the kindergartners, for all the parents and upper classmates to see, there he was, holding his butt, making sure he didn't fall apart. Ahhh.. I know the feeling..

splat...

I totally lost my cool this afternoon in my kitchen. I was busily preparing dinner (as any good wife/mother does :) when I saw it.. A FLY! Jesus, I thought, if my kid sees that, it's going to drive him over the edge. Especially with all my talk about how bugs are dead, it's too cold, yada yada. So, with my killer instinct in check, I quickly slammed my hand down on the counter, and knew before I even hit it, that it wasn't going anywhere.. apparently, if the bugs aren't dead by this time of year, then they are pretty damn close to it. I'm thinking maybe that bug was on a suicide mission, just sitting on my counter like that! Now, this is where it gets a little gross.. bug juice was ALL over my hand, yuck, I know! I think some of it's innards may have flown across the counter into my dinner, but whatever, a little bug guts never hurt anyone, right?? Unless it's carrying EEE or something.. jesus, I hadn't even thought of that. Anyway, the point is, my son was spared another life altering moment.. and tonight he will sleep just fine in his bed lathered in bug spray!!

Christmas in October..

I ordered an mp3 player for my husband for Christmas. It was delivered tonight, and signed for by him! I hate that! I should have had it delivered elsewhere, but I was thinking that since I'm home all day, that it would just come when I'm home.. damn! Instead it arrives during the only 1.5 hours of the day that I'm not home! And those guys never knock, usually it just gets dropped on our porch and I'll find it on my way in. Oh well, I called him a minute ago, and told him to just open it, and Merry Christmas.. 2 friggin months early!

My Scardey Cat..

I've mentioned before how my 5 year old is terrified of many a things. Bugs, blowing his nose, going to the bathroom by himself.. to mention a few. It's come to a point where it's effecting many aspects of his young life. I've refused to go into the bathroom to "watch him pee" so he's gotten his 2 year old brother to stand guard against anything that might want to snip off his pecker, or pinch him in the bum (we've got some paint peeling off of a light fixture and it happens to resemble a spider..good lord!) Anyway, the night time has become a bit of a nightmare for my husband and I (but mostly for me since he seems to sleep through most of my nighttime jollies) Early, and I mean very early, Saturday morning, my oldest son woke up crying because he was cold. He had gone to bed in his boxers and a tshirt. It wouldn't have been quite so chilly for him if he didn't refuse to get under the covers, but he absolutely would not put the blankets on him. He's deathly afraid that a bug might sneak in under his covers and get him. Even though I've told him that all the bugs are dead this time of year, and that a bug would have a much better chance of getting him while he's just laying out there in the open. He didn't believe me when I told him that bugs were dumb, and couldn't find their way under his blanket. Anyway, there I was at 4am dressing him in sweat pants, and socks, bundling him up good, cursing myself for not doing this before he had gone to bed. Of course his little brother is awake, and won't go back to sleep until I get him water, and then hold his hand by the side of his bed.. which I do. But my oldest son is still whining because he's still cold! And he's still refusing to get under the covers, even though I've checked and double checked for bugs. We all ended up in my 2 year olds twin bed.. all mushed together like a bunch of friggin sardines. That is until about 6 am when my youngest decides that it's time to go downstairs, and that we're done sleeping..
So, here's how I've fixed this problem. Bug spray. I soaked his bed in it, and he's now convinced that he can cover up! Thank god! Oh, and he blowed his nose this morning, and I didn't have to bribe him with anything! Now, that's progress!! :)

In an effort to get my great big butt, not so big, and maybe sort of great, I've given up coffee. I've heard that caffeine will slow down your metabolism, and the rest of your systems. It's all part of a larger plan to try and eat healthier, exercise, yada yada. But the headaches have been murder. I was never a coffee drinker, I sometimes had tea, and occasionally would get a coffee from Dunkin Donuts, as a treat. But last year, I was hosting a baby shower for a friend, a brunch, so I went out and bought a coffee maker. Since then I've been brewing it everyday, enjoying at least 3 wonderful cups... looking forward to it every morning.. setting it to brew the night before so that I could wake up to that wonderful smell.. hmm... I never realized how it was going to effect me, not having it anymore! Detoxing from coffee is not fun either with 3 kids that are 2 and under! I took plenty of advil this week!
I must say though, it's gotten much better. The sharp pain in my temple is now replaced with a dull ache.. And I've lost 3 pounds! So, yee ha! But I still miss my coffee!!!

I started a diet this morning.. I don't normally do "diets" but when my 5 year old passed me in the hall this morning, patted my ass and sang "butt butt, great big butt" I knew it was time to do something..

Santa.. the big fat lie

Using Santa as a stronghold with my oldest son, has proven beneficial over the years. All year long.. Santa's watching. A friend of mine told my son about the "Santa Birdy" It's a bird, that can see anything my son does, and reports back to Santa. This has also been useful, even though my son hates birds, and I think the mere thought of some bird working for Santa watching his every move may give him the he-be's, but it's still kept him on his toes.
This year, as the holiday approaches, my husband and I have been using Santa a lot! Unfortunately, this has seemed to backfire a bit. Every little thing my son does, is followed by "am I still going to get presents?" He's now become obsessed with being good, and always worrying when he's not. It's gotten to the point that I tell him if he doesn't stop asking about whether or not he's getting presents, then he won't. And that Santa really despises whining, and the constant bugging of his parents!
I guess we're only asking for trouble even telling him this huge lie about Santa anyway. I really do hate lying like that, even though it's for some great big fun thing. He's only going to be hugely disappointed (as I was) when he finds out that there is no Santa, and his parents have just been snowballing him about the whole thing. It's a rather shitty thing to do to a kid.. I'm hoping the fun of it all will out weigh the lies and deceit.. I forgave my parents afterall..

100th Post!!!

I felt as though this was worth mentioning! My 100th post! 100 entries, that I have relentlessly unleashed onto my blog reading community.. In honor of this, I thought I would suggest having another blog n brew soon.. Anyone up for it?? anyone, anyone??

Smokey Bones..

My family and I went to Smokey Bones in Portsmouth tonight. That's quite the crazy place! First, it's a very masculine restaurant. They have wood everywhere, big ole logs of wood over the bar, the entire interior is like a huge log cabin. If that's not enough for the man in you, they then have about 30 t.v.'s, and a sound box at every table, for every t.v. My boys loved that, being t.v. junkies. My husband also enjoyed this part... why wouldn't he? Every damn t.v. had sports on it. Baseball, football, racing, golf. Am I missing one?? Jeez, how about a re-run of Friends for the ladies? Or a good episode of Designed to Sell? Would it kill them to throw on something for us? I guess that would only lead to fights over the sound box, it's bad enough when us women are at home trying to get our hands on the remote, I suppose the management of Smokey Bones didn't want the men and women jumping over the tables trying to get their hands on the sound box.
The funniest part, was when an elderly couple was being seated at the table behind us, and the host tried to explain the sound box to them. They said they weren't going to watch t.v. They were romantics.. Awh.. how sweet.. and romantic, to take your wife to a wilderness sports bar! I'm sure the guy knew that he didn't need sound to see what was happening on the football game!

eBay..

I've recently discovered eBay. I know it's been out there for years, but I've never tried it before. I must say, I'm hooked. Well, not hooked in a bad way, I'm still in control of it. My mom and older sister have a "history" with eBay.. Something about "winning" things that just turned them on to it, until they had no more money. I'm different though (seriously) I've been doing xmas shopping on it, it's like one big yard sale to me, only the stuff is nicer. I'll be careful..
I've been doing my xmas shopping on line for years now, it's so much easier than going out.. the crowds.. the driving.. blah blah, it's really the way to go.. anyway, I'm off to check on a bid.. :)

Tagged.. again :)

Contagious tagged me.. I had to look up my 23rd post, 5th line, and reflect.. It happened to be about my son, and his first day of orientation for kindergarten. It's funny now to look back at that, and to see my intrepidation, and his total ease. He just left me there, while some old lady took his hand and led him down the hallway to his class. And I stood there, feeling lost and alone, everything that I thought he would be feeling. He was as ready as I never was at his age. I remember being scared to death, and clinging to my mother's leg while my twin sister wailed at her other one. I couldn't see past my own experience and see that he may love it.
I'm so glad that he does. To complete my reflection, it seems as though my son is the same little boy he was at the first day of orientation last June, as he was on his first day back in August. He's an incredible kid, who was ready to spread his wings, and get the hell out of my nest!! ;)
I tag whoever has at least 23 posts!

Arrested..

My nephew has had his first run in with the authorities (well, the first that I know about) One of his 4 roommates at school, was served a search warrant after the cops had been tipped off to the fact that he was selling marijuana out of their dorm room. In the middle of the search, they found beer under my nephews bed, and of course he was arrested as well. I got a letter from the judicial department at UNH (didn't even know that department existed.) He's got a court date in November, and he's meeting with one of the lawyers at the school to try and get out of the hefty fine. He thinks that because the search warrant was for his roommate, that maybe he can get off on a technicality. Hmm.. sounds a little too good to be true, but good luck with that! He's home this long holiday weekend, working! Just in case! As far as the roommate selling pot out of the room, I guess he's getting kicked out, and will most likely do some jail time (according to my nephew of course) I just hope that he can stay on track at school, and not mess up his entire future. It's hard to explain anything to a teenager, they do after all, know everything already!

Here's what a night out in Maine can cost you:
1.) Take out at a friends house $0, they graciously payed for our delicious meal..
2.) Beer at a local bar $15. This was what my husband spent when he went out with our friend, and left me and his wife at the house to do some much needed catching up.
3.) Doing 64 in a 45- $185. No shit. They are not messing around when it comes to speeding! This has been the most expensive night in quite some time! Oh, and I was NOT driving! Hah! My poor lead footed husband!

Knocked up..

Ewww.. I was already grossed out by the whole Tom-Kat thing.. but now they've taken it one step past the gross factor, and his seed has impregnated the poor girl! What the hell is that girl thinking? Did she have such a huge crush on him in the 5th grade that she's now allowing that creep to knock her up?? I was never a huge fan of hers anyway, and god knows I've always disliked that pompous ass, but now.. good lord! Is he trying to prove to the world that he is in fact a man, not just some over zealous chump.. Jumping up on Oprah's couch, telling Matt Lauer that he knows about psychiatry, that he's done his homework.. Let's not even talk about his movies. I'm sorry, I can't say that there's anything of his that I loved, maybe I liked him in Born on the Fourth of July, but that was a decade ago.. He's just so creepy!
Let's just hope that the mother of his child, god forbid, doesn't get the baby blues, or post partom depression.. we know she'll be doing yoga and reading L.Ron Hubbard to try and fix it.. jeez! I hate Tom Cruise!

I am SO happy to have the internet back at work. I don't know what happened, or why they've given it back (I have this vague feeling that it was some sort of set up, and now they're watching our every move on line.. good thing I haven't visited my favorite beastiality sights lately! hah!)
Today I did nothing but babysit.. and do some more babysitting. I haven't seen my husband for more than 20 minutes in over a week (or so it feels..) I'm treading on thin ice even mentioning his name, but what the hell.. I miss him, and blogging about him makes me feel in some weird way, closer to him. Last night it was my turn to put the kids to bed (we have to sit on the floor in between their beds til they fall asleep- yes, we're in control!) Anyway, when I came down stairs about 20 minutes later, he was passed out on the couch. I was hoping to talk maybe get a chance to talk, or at least be awake in the same room for a bit. Oh well. It'll be nice when his schedule's not so hectic.
There's a new Ikea store opening in Stoughton Mass soon. Can't wait! I'm so taking the back seats out of the loser cruiser and heading south as soon as it opens (November 9th) I'm going to have a new master bedroom to decorate soon!! Oh, my hubby's going to love that!!

I have commanded respect, and damn, I think I got it! The housekeeper just left (read the previous entry before this one so as to keep it all straight) I told her what was what, and she kept thanking me for telling her about the cost of the bag, before making it. And how kind and thoughtful it was of me!
It didn't at all turn out like I thought it would, I told her that I would still give her a deal and that she could have the bag for $35.. she said she'd think about it.. whatever, I could care less if she buys it, at least I stood up for myself and said something and didn't let myself get taken advantage of! After all, self respect is priceless.. am I right people??

I'm at work, awaiting the arrival of the housekeeper, coming to collect her bag..that I haven't made for her.. ugh.. I'm a tad nervous.. I can hear her out there vacuuming.. I know she's coming. I've written an itemized list on a scrap of paper of what it'll cost me for the bag ($27). I initially had told her it would be $25. This was before she added on all these "extras" (snaps, hidden pockets..)
I'm hoping the note I wrote for her will bridge our language barrier, and make her see that I have no problem making her the bag, but if I only sell it for $25, then I'm screwing myself, and man are there going to be some pissed off people out there.. at me, for not having a backbone!