I read this in an email someone sent me and had to share with you mom's out there!
A woman renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office was asked
by the woman recorder to state her occupation. Emily had hesitated,
uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "do you have a job, or are you
just a .....?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily. "I'm a mother."
"We don't list 'mother' as an occupation...'housewife' covers it," said the
recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same
situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career
woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high - sounding title like
"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."
"What is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it, I do not know. The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human
Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though
she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most
significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written
in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your
field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I
have a continuing program of research (what mother doesn't) in the
laboratory and in the field (normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters (the whole darned family) and already have four
credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in
the humanities (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a
day (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-
the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just
money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was
greeted by my lab assistants - ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our
new experimental model (6 months) in the child-development program, testing
out a new vocal pattern.
I felt triumphant! I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the
official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind
than "just another mother."
Motherhood...what a glorious career. Especially when there's a title on the
door.
Does this make grandmothers "Senior Research Associates in the Field of
Child Development and Human Relations", and great - grandmothers "Executive
Senior Research Associates"? I think so!
I also think it makes aunts "Associate Research Assistants!"
Welcome to MISHAPS of a SAHM
I LOVE BEING A MOM
Above Picture: We missed an opportunity to take pic with easter bunny this year. So, this is MY take on a Mall portrait with our easter bunny! Dontcha jus luv how pleasant ry is while reagan screams, "I DONT WANNA DO THIS!"
DC and I enjoy comic relief within our marriage. One of the quirks we practice daily is Parent of the Yr nominations. If one or the other acts on anything with the kids in an inappropriate manner in any capacity, we verbally award the recipient! Thus my new section headed as, "Parent of the Year goes to...."
- enjoy and watch us crash and burn at this thing called parenthood.
5/29/10
Recipe for a Good Life
Saw this is on another bloggers site and thought it worth sharing!
* Don't have negative thoughts about things you can't control. Instead, invest your energy in the positive present moment.
* Spend time with people over seventy and children under six.
* Life is to short to waste it hating anyone.
* Take a 10 to 30 minute walk a day and while you walk, smile.
* Sit in silence at least ten minutes a day.
* Sleep seven hours a night.
* Live with the tree E's, energy, enthusiasm, and empathy.
* Play more games.
* Read more books than you did last year.
* Drink plenty of water.
* Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and less foods that are manufactured in plants.
* Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a begger.
* Make time to meditate and to pray. They provide the daily fuel for our lives.
* Dream more while your awake.
* Smile, giggle, and laugh more often.
* Try to make at least three people smile every day.
* Don't waste precious energy on gossip.
* Don't take youself so seriously. No one else does.
* Forget issues of the past. Don't constantly remind your partner of his or her mistakes. This will ruin your present happiness.
* Realize that life is a school and we are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away, like an alegebra class, but the lessons you learn last a life time.
* You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
* Don't compare your self to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
* Make peace with your past so it doesn't spoil your present.
* Your job won't take care of you when you are sick but your friends will stay in touch.
* Forgive everyone for everything.
* What other people think of you is none of your business.
* Get rid of everything that isn't useful, beautiful, or joyful.
* However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
* Envy is a waste of time.
* You already have all that you need.
* The best is yet to come.
* No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, and show up.
* Don't over do. Know your limits.
* Your inner self is always happy so be happy.
* Do the right thing.
* Call your family often.
* Each day give something good to others.
* Don't have negative thoughts about things you can't control. Instead, invest your energy in the positive present moment.
* Spend time with people over seventy and children under six.
* Life is to short to waste it hating anyone.
* Take a 10 to 30 minute walk a day and while you walk, smile.
* Sit in silence at least ten minutes a day.
* Sleep seven hours a night.
* Live with the tree E's, energy, enthusiasm, and empathy.
* Play more games.
* Read more books than you did last year.
* Drink plenty of water.
* Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and less foods that are manufactured in plants.
* Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a begger.
* Make time to meditate and to pray. They provide the daily fuel for our lives.
* Dream more while your awake.
* Smile, giggle, and laugh more often.
* Try to make at least three people smile every day.
* Don't waste precious energy on gossip.
* Don't take youself so seriously. No one else does.
* Forget issues of the past. Don't constantly remind your partner of his or her mistakes. This will ruin your present happiness.
* Realize that life is a school and we are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away, like an alegebra class, but the lessons you learn last a life time.
* You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
* Don't compare your self to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
* Make peace with your past so it doesn't spoil your present.
* Your job won't take care of you when you are sick but your friends will stay in touch.
* Forgive everyone for everything.
* What other people think of you is none of your business.
* Get rid of everything that isn't useful, beautiful, or joyful.
* However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
* Envy is a waste of time.
* You already have all that you need.
* The best is yet to come.
* No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, and show up.
* Don't over do. Know your limits.
* Your inner self is always happy so be happy.
* Do the right thing.
* Call your family often.
* Each day give something good to others.
"Before I Was A Mom" Poem
Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night .
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep .
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom .
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy .
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom
Author: Unknown
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night .
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep .
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom .
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy .
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom
Author: Unknown
One last thing...
It is adorable to listen to Rhyan talk about her big day today. She boasted to her dad about creating her own email acct on the internet. How she typed all the info herself and how she sent to messages to mommy and ms. toni.
It was the funniest to hear her throw the jargon 'round.
"daddy Im on email now, huh mom, I sent them all by myself"
"I blogged and posted on my internet"
............lol...........
"Can I get my own computer now, daddy, can I?"
uh oh! what have I done? ! ?
It is adorable to listen to Rhyan talk about her big day today. She boasted to her dad about creating her own email acct on the internet. How she typed all the info herself and how she sent to messages to mommy and ms. toni.
It was the funniest to hear her throw the jargon 'round.
"daddy Im on email now, huh mom, I sent them all by myself"
"I blogged and posted on my internet"
............lol...........
"Can I get my own computer now, daddy, can I?"
uh oh! what have I done? ! ?
Girl Scout camp out is coming up next weekend. We are off to ABQ to camp at the zoo. The troop earns a badge for conservation at a zoo camp out learning about animals and the high desert we live in. Ry is so excited. Me too! She has been aching to camp in a tent for 3 yrs now. We havent had to the opportunity to do so until now. And who better to do it with, Ms. KIm and her daughter Sam. There are 20 or so girls in the troop but only 5 will be going to ABQ. Of course, were expressing to Ry how privileged she is to be participating in this event. I dont want her to take these opportunites for granted. I think she finally gets it. She expressed how concerned she was about the other girls who werent attending.
When she spoke with her other lil Daisy friends, she learned they werent attending because their parents were unable to pay for the trip and fees. A pretty hefty fee I say for a 6 yr old to participate in. But we did. Were so lucky we can give her these opportunities. She'll learn something important about conservation and how it saves the earth. And especially important, that there is an entire world beyound
G-town.
When she spoke with her other lil Daisy friends, she learned they werent attending because their parents were unable to pay for the trip and fees. A pretty hefty fee I say for a 6 yr old to participate in. But we did. Were so lucky we can give her these opportunities. She'll learn something important about conservation and how it saves the earth. And especially important, that there is an entire world beyound
G-town.
NO more Filtering
Ive held back in my posts. Always.
But now Im have no time to sugarcoat anything I type. this is me, raw, from here on out! Dont like it? Dont read.
I seriously have no time to be sweet and pretend Im this happy, nice, caring person. Im really a very vile, depressed, cynical, pessimistic, married mother of 2.
Im going thru a midlife crisis. I didnt know what Ive been feeling until recently I devulged everything to my hubby. He was quite and listened. very nice. Too quite. When I asked him to respond to anything I was saying and help me out. Because I felt loss in my life. He replied that I was going through a midlife Crisis.
P.S. I try not to put Reagan in her carseat to sleep. In the pass 4 months, she has had these "episodes". Right before falling into a deep sleep, buckled in her carseat, suckling on the bottle, she begins to shake. It lasts for 5 seconds at the most. The first 2 I didnt think much at first but there continuing to happen. Its worrying me. I think they may be seizures. Ive been telling family but it seems they dont believe. The have always thought me to be a dramatic person and chalk this one up to another incident. But RHyan out of school, witnessed it today. I told her to watch and she then expressed concern to her dad. He then believed me. SO come Tuesday Im gonna bring it to my peds attention. Another thing to stress about!
I just pray she okay. and that theres nothing to be alarmed about.
But now Im have no time to sugarcoat anything I type. this is me, raw, from here on out! Dont like it? Dont read.
I seriously have no time to be sweet and pretend Im this happy, nice, caring person. Im really a very vile, depressed, cynical, pessimistic, married mother of 2.
Im going thru a midlife crisis. I didnt know what Ive been feeling until recently I devulged everything to my hubby. He was quite and listened. very nice. Too quite. When I asked him to respond to anything I was saying and help me out. Because I felt loss in my life. He replied that I was going through a midlife Crisis.
P.S. I try not to put Reagan in her carseat to sleep. In the pass 4 months, she has had these "episodes". Right before falling into a deep sleep, buckled in her carseat, suckling on the bottle, she begins to shake. It lasts for 5 seconds at the most. The first 2 I didnt think much at first but there continuing to happen. Its worrying me. I think they may be seizures. Ive been telling family but it seems they dont believe. The have always thought me to be a dramatic person and chalk this one up to another incident. But RHyan out of school, witnessed it today. I told her to watch and she then expressed concern to her dad. He then believed me. SO come Tuesday Im gonna bring it to my peds attention. Another thing to stress about!
I just pray she okay. and that theres nothing to be alarmed about.
More Rambles from a mother of an Infant
Reagan cries all day long. If Im not holding her, she’s mad about something. I can keep her happy for the most part until its time for a nap. Now a baby her age should be awake 2 hours playfully alert. Then want to nap. But not her. She doesn’t sleep at all during the day. She takes many powernaps. They last any where from 20 minutes to 50 minutes. The only way I can get her to sleep long periods of time is in the carseat, fastened. I know this isnt wise. But really, when your tired and shes throwing herself back and doesn’t want the bottle. What choice do I have. I HAVE tried letting her cry herself to sleep. And honestly, I dread it. Everyday she screams herself to sleep, if not in the carseat, then in the swing, or in her playard. Ive read the literature and Ive tried it all.
I have tried (like I read) to lie her down for naps, let her cry for up to an hour, checking on her every 5 mins. Let me tell you, this kid can out wait you. She’ll scream for up to 2 hrs full on scream and wont tire. Its stressful. I don’t know what to do. But! The minute I walk in or go to pik her up from her fit, she quites instantly, stops all together, and begins to smile. She’s very easy to calm ONCE you pik her up.
Sometimes I get nervous in the morning before the day begins because I know what my days is gonna be like.
When she does sleep for a quik 15 - 30 minutes, I should snooze too. But I don’t. I try to rush around and pik up things or try to groom myself ( by that I mean shower, brush teeth, put in contact lenses). it’s a great achievement if I can brush my teeth b4 1pm. Gross, right!
I came home tonight wanting to cry because I wanted her to stop with it all. Shes causing me to be so sad. And Im sure she doesnt like it either.
But the time out did me some good. Even if I did feel guilty for going out and doing something for myself I came home relaxed and rested. Although, I didn’t sleep. I was away from a house that had constant noise. Its amazing how much noise makes you stressed and tired. Go figure!
The noise! The noise. The noise. The noise. Ugh!
Rhyan dropped RED jell-o on the carpet in the hallway. I was hiding out in the bedroom. As she walked down the hall, eating her jell-o, to come talk to me, she dropped the bowl. I didn’t hear crying. But I did hear in a very sweet and very sorry voice, “ I didn’t mean to do it.” She said it 3 or 4 times. I could hear her dad getting after her. Now! If that had happened after a long day with the kids … I would have had a full on BLOW OUT! I would have screamed and yelled. Maybe even spanked and sent her to bed crying. ONE MORE THING FOR ME TO CLEAN UP! Is what I would have been screaming. But I could sympathize with that sweet voice and I jumped to defend her. Also because I don’t like anyone disciplining my child but me. Even if its my hubby. (now, make note that DC wasnt yelling. He was only using a stern vquite voice - but still i didnt care for it). So I calmly said to her after she came into the bedroom, “ its allright. Its happens and it can be cleaned up.”
I thing my hubby was surprised I wasn’t P-O’d.
So for that one second in her day, I was sane, rational, and responded appropriately to a 6 yr olds accident. The look in her eyes, said she was thankfu mommy didnt freak out. Sometimes I think IM JOAN CRAWFORD, reincarnated!
That very moment I realized although I felt guilty for leaving the house, the kids, the hubby, my motherly duties…I knew it was GOOD FOR ME. And as someone said… if your good - your that much better for the kids. Mommy needs to be selfish 60 % of the time, within reason. So far, Ive been selfish 0% of the time. That explains why Im such a monster. Or as Ry puts it, “ YOU’RE THE WORSE MOM EVER”.
I have tried (like I read) to lie her down for naps, let her cry for up to an hour, checking on her every 5 mins. Let me tell you, this kid can out wait you. She’ll scream for up to 2 hrs full on scream and wont tire. Its stressful. I don’t know what to do. But! The minute I walk in or go to pik her up from her fit, she quites instantly, stops all together, and begins to smile. She’s very easy to calm ONCE you pik her up.
Sometimes I get nervous in the morning before the day begins because I know what my days is gonna be like.
When she does sleep for a quik 15 - 30 minutes, I should snooze too. But I don’t. I try to rush around and pik up things or try to groom myself ( by that I mean shower, brush teeth, put in contact lenses). it’s a great achievement if I can brush my teeth b4 1pm. Gross, right!
I came home tonight wanting to cry because I wanted her to stop with it all. Shes causing me to be so sad. And Im sure she doesnt like it either.
But the time out did me some good. Even if I did feel guilty for going out and doing something for myself I came home relaxed and rested. Although, I didn’t sleep. I was away from a house that had constant noise. Its amazing how much noise makes you stressed and tired. Go figure!
The noise! The noise. The noise. The noise. Ugh!
Rhyan dropped RED jell-o on the carpet in the hallway. I was hiding out in the bedroom. As she walked down the hall, eating her jell-o, to come talk to me, she dropped the bowl. I didn’t hear crying. But I did hear in a very sweet and very sorry voice, “ I didn’t mean to do it.” She said it 3 or 4 times. I could hear her dad getting after her. Now! If that had happened after a long day with the kids … I would have had a full on BLOW OUT! I would have screamed and yelled. Maybe even spanked and sent her to bed crying. ONE MORE THING FOR ME TO CLEAN UP! Is what I would have been screaming. But I could sympathize with that sweet voice and I jumped to defend her. Also because I don’t like anyone disciplining my child but me. Even if its my hubby. (now, make note that DC wasnt yelling. He was only using a stern vquite voice - but still i didnt care for it). So I calmly said to her after she came into the bedroom, “ its allright. Its happens and it can be cleaned up.”
I thing my hubby was surprised I wasn’t P-O’d.
So for that one second in her day, I was sane, rational, and responded appropriately to a 6 yr olds accident. The look in her eyes, said she was thankfu mommy didnt freak out. Sometimes I think IM JOAN CRAWFORD, reincarnated!
That very moment I realized although I felt guilty for leaving the house, the kids, the hubby, my motherly duties…I knew it was GOOD FOR ME. And as someone said… if your good - your that much better for the kids. Mommy needs to be selfish 60 % of the time, within reason. So far, Ive been selfish 0% of the time. That explains why Im such a monster. Or as Ry puts it, “ YOU’RE THE WORSE MOM EVER”.
Were not talking large bodies of water now!
Sat., May 29th
I constantly remind Rhyan when she’s trying to tell a story and doesn’t give me all the important facts, “BE SPECIFIC!”
Now she’s 6, yes, I know. But I have to know everything that happened when someone tells me a story. That is how controlling I am. And of course it makes the other person mad. I have seriously loss friends because of this vice. So on with the Ry’s story…. I cant recall what we were talking about but she got frustrated with me. Walked away from the dining table to retrieve something from the frig and said to me, without making eye contact, mind you.
“Mom, you have to be PACIFIC. When you tell me to do something you have to be pacific! Udderwise I don’t know what to do. Geeez!”
I looked down in shame and had a slight grin on my face. My daughter had just told me off! She sure put me in my place. I couldn’t make this up. Its all true. Lol.
I constantly remind Rhyan when she’s trying to tell a story and doesn’t give me all the important facts, “BE SPECIFIC!”
Now she’s 6, yes, I know. But I have to know everything that happened when someone tells me a story. That is how controlling I am. And of course it makes the other person mad. I have seriously loss friends because of this vice. So on with the Ry’s story…. I cant recall what we were talking about but she got frustrated with me. Walked away from the dining table to retrieve something from the frig and said to me, without making eye contact, mind you.
“Mom, you have to be PACIFIC. When you tell me to do something you have to be pacific! Udderwise I don’t know what to do. Geeez!”
I looked down in shame and had a slight grin on my face. My daughter had just told me off! She sure put me in my place. I couldn’t make this up. Its all true. Lol.
Sat., May 29th
Saturday, May29th.
When I leave the house for an evening - to do something for myself, I come home to a home that makes me feel guilty. It may be in my head but that’s how I feel. DC goes hunting, goes to work, goes to his parents, goes out to have fun with cousins and family (without us) and doesn’t have the slightest bit of guilt. Me? Forget it, I’m a mess for hours afterwards.
I am with the kids all day long worrying about them. Are they getting enough vitamins? Are they getting enough sleep? Am I rearing them to be good citizens in society? Does he ever worry about these things. Seems like no. I worry they’ll get a disease later in life and what if I could have prevented it. What if they get hurt really bad and I could have prevented that too. Am I paying enough attention to them. I don’t want anything to get by me. Such as a harmful person in their lives. What if I ignore the signs that something was wrong. Why was I so aloof? Really, these are only a few of my neurotic worries. I obsess over them. I cant enjoy a normal life because im so neurotic. I worry, worry, worry. I was once told by a person that I was a manic depressant! I took offense to it but now some years later I am starting to think that there is truth to it.
I LIKE to cry. I think it makes me happier. I LOV to watch sad movies. I get a thrill outta letting my emotions run wild.
Im lonely. Im scared. Im everything all at the same time.
I went out tonight to watch a movie and it was sad and happy. I wanted to do my usual cryfest on the drive home but was sidetracked in the theatre lobby. Someone I knew from long ago stopped me to chat for a few minutes. They wanted to talk about families and how happy they were and all I wanted to say was,” Im in my zone I gotta go so I can reflect on my life and be sad and cry.” but I didn’t. I stood there talking and saying,”oh good. Good. Love the stay at home life”. I answered everything in a happy manner. Im such a cynical person. I was seriously bummed that these people , only trying to be nice, KILLED my depressed buzz!
I was high on depression and my seratonin levels were low and loving it. Then Wham! Someone goes and cheers me up. Dang!
When I leave the house for an evening - to do something for myself, I come home to a home that makes me feel guilty. It may be in my head but that’s how I feel. DC goes hunting, goes to work, goes to his parents, goes out to have fun with cousins and family (without us) and doesn’t have the slightest bit of guilt. Me? Forget it, I’m a mess for hours afterwards.
I am with the kids all day long worrying about them. Are they getting enough vitamins? Are they getting enough sleep? Am I rearing them to be good citizens in society? Does he ever worry about these things. Seems like no. I worry they’ll get a disease later in life and what if I could have prevented it. What if they get hurt really bad and I could have prevented that too. Am I paying enough attention to them. I don’t want anything to get by me. Such as a harmful person in their lives. What if I ignore the signs that something was wrong. Why was I so aloof? Really, these are only a few of my neurotic worries. I obsess over them. I cant enjoy a normal life because im so neurotic. I worry, worry, worry. I was once told by a person that I was a manic depressant! I took offense to it but now some years later I am starting to think that there is truth to it.
I LIKE to cry. I think it makes me happier. I LOV to watch sad movies. I get a thrill outta letting my emotions run wild.
Im lonely. Im scared. Im everything all at the same time.
I went out tonight to watch a movie and it was sad and happy. I wanted to do my usual cryfest on the drive home but was sidetracked in the theatre lobby. Someone I knew from long ago stopped me to chat for a few minutes. They wanted to talk about families and how happy they were and all I wanted to say was,” Im in my zone I gotta go so I can reflect on my life and be sad and cry.” but I didn’t. I stood there talking and saying,”oh good. Good. Love the stay at home life”. I answered everything in a happy manner. Im such a cynical person. I was seriously bummed that these people , only trying to be nice, KILLED my depressed buzz!
I was high on depression and my seratonin levels were low and loving it. Then Wham! Someone goes and cheers me up. Dang!
Thursday May 27th
When you have a baby, you always make sure the door hinges are well lubricated! Nothing worse than a startled baby trying to channel her REM cycle after 3 loooong hours of fighting her to go to sleep.
I always thought my brother and his wife didn’t like to clean their house
(family of 4). They always had something out of place when I visited. I’ve always strived for a tidy home. But now with 3 kids (the big one goes to work Monday thru Friday) I realize how difficult it really is to keep ANY order in our household. If Im ever on time or remember something important. You all best take notice, cuz that’s a rare, seriously, rare thing for me these days. I have relinquished to the fact that my home will never ever again be clean. Really. And I may never grow my hair back. Daily I pull out gobs of it from all the frustration of being a full on stay at home mom!
I feel like I’m that Caddyshack actor that shows in the movie, “Groundhog Day”, with Andy McDowell. My days are so redundant since Reagan was born in December. The days are all the same. After DC gets home I feed everyone, leave the table and kitchen dirty. Throw everyone in the tub. Suds them up, rinse them off, lather them up with cream, tuck them in with a book or music. Take a minute to catch my breathe. Then….off to the kitchen and laundry room I go. Merrily on my way, I load the dishwasher, throw in a load of laundry, pick up toys, take out the garbage, watch my husband click away at the computer or push the buttons on the remote, fold yesterdays laundry, get mad at myself because I just realized I Forgot something REALLY important, take another breathe, remind myself to go pee, then I’m off to continue my stepsister duties. By now its midnight and I’m almost finished and the baby starts to cry. Its feeding time again and relieve her from a sopping diaper. *sigh* breathe. So now I’m tired. Still have to brush my teeth and wash my face. By now its 2 am and I’m not in the mood to go to bed. Why? Because I know in a matter of hours Ill have to get up and DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN! *sigh*
That don’t happen to me. Is the title of DC’s Section he wants added to my blog. He wants a section so he can put in his 2 cents. What for? Its not like we care what he says. Right ladies? ;o)
DOMS ON THE COMPUTER SEARCHING EBAY FOR A STUPID POWERWHEEL VEHICLE FOR HIMSELF. He wants to sup it up with a chainsaw motor so it’ll top 20 mph. He’s obsessed with this idea. Stupid is what I think it is! All the while he’s listening to Rhyan’s show, “Phineas and Ferb” on the Disney Channel and chuckling away. So I think my blogs are funny and Im reading to him before I post ‘em. He says to me, “Put the kids to sleep! What are you doing on the computer!” I give a look that says, “Excuse me”! Oh did I mention, Rhyans Powerwheels Barbie Jeep has been dissected in the Garage for 4 days now. And night after night DC searches Youtube and ebay for more ideas. STUPID! Real dumb!
Whatever floats his boat right?
Oh have I told you all that DC is creeped out by the teletubbies!
I always thought my brother and his wife didn’t like to clean their house
(family of 4). They always had something out of place when I visited. I’ve always strived for a tidy home. But now with 3 kids (the big one goes to work Monday thru Friday) I realize how difficult it really is to keep ANY order in our household. If Im ever on time or remember something important. You all best take notice, cuz that’s a rare, seriously, rare thing for me these days. I have relinquished to the fact that my home will never ever again be clean. Really. And I may never grow my hair back. Daily I pull out gobs of it from all the frustration of being a full on stay at home mom!
I feel like I’m that Caddyshack actor that shows in the movie, “Groundhog Day”, with Andy McDowell. My days are so redundant since Reagan was born in December. The days are all the same. After DC gets home I feed everyone, leave the table and kitchen dirty. Throw everyone in the tub. Suds them up, rinse them off, lather them up with cream, tuck them in with a book or music. Take a minute to catch my breathe. Then….off to the kitchen and laundry room I go. Merrily on my way, I load the dishwasher, throw in a load of laundry, pick up toys, take out the garbage, watch my husband click away at the computer or push the buttons on the remote, fold yesterdays laundry, get mad at myself because I just realized I Forgot something REALLY important, take another breathe, remind myself to go pee, then I’m off to continue my stepsister duties. By now its midnight and I’m almost finished and the baby starts to cry. Its feeding time again and relieve her from a sopping diaper. *sigh* breathe. So now I’m tired. Still have to brush my teeth and wash my face. By now its 2 am and I’m not in the mood to go to bed. Why? Because I know in a matter of hours Ill have to get up and DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN! *sigh*
That don’t happen to me. Is the title of DC’s Section he wants added to my blog. He wants a section so he can put in his 2 cents. What for? Its not like we care what he says. Right ladies? ;o)
DOMS ON THE COMPUTER SEARCHING EBAY FOR A STUPID POWERWHEEL VEHICLE FOR HIMSELF. He wants to sup it up with a chainsaw motor so it’ll top 20 mph. He’s obsessed with this idea. Stupid is what I think it is! All the while he’s listening to Rhyan’s show, “Phineas and Ferb” on the Disney Channel and chuckling away. So I think my blogs are funny and Im reading to him before I post ‘em. He says to me, “Put the kids to sleep! What are you doing on the computer!” I give a look that says, “Excuse me”! Oh did I mention, Rhyans Powerwheels Barbie Jeep has been dissected in the Garage for 4 days now. And night after night DC searches Youtube and ebay for more ideas. STUPID! Real dumb!
Whatever floats his boat right?
Oh have I told you all that DC is creeped out by the teletubbies!
5/24/10
4 days till Summer Break Begins
Its official, the baby has eczema. Yuk! Yuk! She scratches her face and her bleeding starts. When we wake up in the morning we have to change her bedding becuz of blood stains. Not much but still enough to leave pin size marks. poor baby, i know!
Last nite we ate Tacos for dinner. Rhyan enjoyed it more becuz it was ala carte. I placed all the fixings on the table with her 'naked' taco. She had a blast decorating her tacos. Surprisingly, she ate more veggies that way. WOW! If i made her tacos for her. She always complained about eating the veggies. I watched silently as she grabbed more and more veggies b4 every bite. WOW! I say again. really im shocked.
I asked Ryan to help set the table. I repeated asked for her to grab the napkins, cheese, and cups. She wasnt listening. Usually I have to scream over and over to get her attention. But not last nite. I've been trying another approach when her ears decide not to work. Selective hearing, really. When she wants to hear what you have to say, she'll absorb it. otherwise, in the ear and out the other.
In a calm voice I repeated, "Rhyan, Rhyan, Rhyan, Rhyan." of course several times. Till finally she looks over at me, "yes, mom". Our eyes meet and I say calmly, "cheese."
Rhyan's eyes are already on me, she immediately breaks into a big grin and poses for a long while. I look back at the tomato's and lettuce that im working on. Glimpse back at her and shes still in the same pose and smiling from ear to ear. lol!
I burst into laughter and almost pee my pants. It dawns on me. She reverted back to her toddler days when we would ask her to say cheese and smile big for the camera. (im still laughing)Dominick's bouncing reagan on his lap only feet away and see's what has happened and begins to chuckle.
Rhyan's clueless as to why we're laughing.
I tell her, "Rhy, get the cheese out you silly girl!"
She chuckles alittle and says, " Oh!"
It was the cutest moment Ive had with Rhy in a very long time. *grin grin*
Last nite we ate Tacos for dinner. Rhyan enjoyed it more becuz it was ala carte. I placed all the fixings on the table with her 'naked' taco. She had a blast decorating her tacos. Surprisingly, she ate more veggies that way. WOW! If i made her tacos for her. She always complained about eating the veggies. I watched silently as she grabbed more and more veggies b4 every bite. WOW! I say again. really im shocked.
I asked Ryan to help set the table. I repeated asked for her to grab the napkins, cheese, and cups. She wasnt listening. Usually I have to scream over and over to get her attention. But not last nite. I've been trying another approach when her ears decide not to work. Selective hearing, really. When she wants to hear what you have to say, she'll absorb it. otherwise, in the ear and out the other.
In a calm voice I repeated, "Rhyan, Rhyan, Rhyan, Rhyan." of course several times. Till finally she looks over at me, "yes, mom". Our eyes meet and I say calmly, "cheese."
Rhyan's eyes are already on me, she immediately breaks into a big grin and poses for a long while. I look back at the tomato's and lettuce that im working on. Glimpse back at her and shes still in the same pose and smiling from ear to ear. lol!
I burst into laughter and almost pee my pants. It dawns on me. She reverted back to her toddler days when we would ask her to say cheese and smile big for the camera. (im still laughing)Dominick's bouncing reagan on his lap only feet away and see's what has happened and begins to chuckle.
Rhyan's clueless as to why we're laughing.
I tell her, "Rhy, get the cheese out you silly girl!"
She chuckles alittle and says, " Oh!"
It was the cutest moment Ive had with Rhy in a very long time. *grin grin*
5/21/10
5/5/10
A Blog Comes To An END ?
I have been contemplating cancelling Rhyans News Blogsite. Its too much for me to keep up with two blogs. I cant even get in the kitchen to wash dishes nor have my floors been vacuumed or mopped in months. Gross, I know! But its the truth. erks me just to type that news. I ignore it hoping if I dont look at it much - it wont bother me. But it does. really im lucky if my toilets get cleaned.
With this said Let me tell you about what has been floating around in my head. First, let me tell you whats going on in my house right now. rhyan is asleep in our bedroom (mattress on flr), reagan is sleeping next to her dad on the bed, and DC too is fast asleep. I have piles of dirty laundry piled in 3 different places. My sink is full of dirty dishes and bottles. Although, no one's cooked today, Im clueless as how we managed to get a full sink of dirty dishes. Didnt cook because me and the girls went to Ms. Kims house for dinner and Dom ate food that Ms. Donna prepared and so graciously dropped off for us. Thank you Ms. Donna for keeping our refrigerator stocked and our bellies full. Im happy to report that my kitchen floor is swepted but not mopped. Oh well, cant have everything, right? BTW: ms. Kim, we loved the pasta and the conversation. thanks for inviting us.
So back to what I have to report about my life thus far.....
I have decided that Im a goal oriented person. If I dont have goals, I fall into a slump where I feel like I have nothing left in life. sounds ridiculous but really thats how maniac depressant I am. Also if you ever read that Im running off to the movie theatre more than usual, its usually because Im depressed and trying to take my mind out to a fantasy world. Im running away from reality! Anyway, I have set a few goals pertaining to my health.
I am gonna train for a 10K race for the 2010 year. My first race is a 5K in ABQ in July, The Nob Hill Run. I have Ms. Kim committed to train with me. Next, I wanna run a half-marathon (13.2 miles) for 2011. Then before I turn 35 yrs old (july 2012) I want compete in a triathlon. The wimpy tri will do for me. That is a short 5k run, a 375 yd swim, and a 12 to 15 mile bike ride. No way could i ever run 26 miles-bike 6miles - and swim 800 yds. you crazy!
so there it is! Thats what I plan on doing and hoping it'll raise my selfesteem and inevitably get me in shape. Wish me luck. I wish you all a year of extraordinary goal achievements and break throughs from your comfort zone!
With this said Let me tell you about what has been floating around in my head. First, let me tell you whats going on in my house right now. rhyan is asleep in our bedroom (mattress on flr), reagan is sleeping next to her dad on the bed, and DC too is fast asleep. I have piles of dirty laundry piled in 3 different places. My sink is full of dirty dishes and bottles. Although, no one's cooked today, Im clueless as how we managed to get a full sink of dirty dishes. Didnt cook because me and the girls went to Ms. Kims house for dinner and Dom ate food that Ms. Donna prepared and so graciously dropped off for us. Thank you Ms. Donna for keeping our refrigerator stocked and our bellies full. Im happy to report that my kitchen floor is swepted but not mopped. Oh well, cant have everything, right? BTW: ms. Kim, we loved the pasta and the conversation. thanks for inviting us.
So back to what I have to report about my life thus far.....
I have decided that Im a goal oriented person. If I dont have goals, I fall into a slump where I feel like I have nothing left in life. sounds ridiculous but really thats how maniac depressant I am. Also if you ever read that Im running off to the movie theatre more than usual, its usually because Im depressed and trying to take my mind out to a fantasy world. Im running away from reality! Anyway, I have set a few goals pertaining to my health.
I am gonna train for a 10K race for the 2010 year. My first race is a 5K in ABQ in July, The Nob Hill Run. I have Ms. Kim committed to train with me. Next, I wanna run a half-marathon (13.2 miles) for 2011. Then before I turn 35 yrs old (july 2012) I want compete in a triathlon. The wimpy tri will do for me. That is a short 5k run, a 375 yd swim, and a 12 to 15 mile bike ride. No way could i ever run 26 miles-bike 6miles - and swim 800 yds. you crazy!
so there it is! Thats what I plan on doing and hoping it'll raise my selfesteem and inevitably get me in shape. Wish me luck. I wish you all a year of extraordinary goal achievements and break throughs from your comfort zone!
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