This summer has gone extremely fast. I havent had time to be consistent with Rhyans summer school lessons, like I would have wanted to.
Rhyan hasnt been to the park with me all summer. can you believe that. unreal right. well its true.
Life has been so unpredicatable and tiresome since June. Dom has been gone almost all summer it feels like. Its ridiculous really. I dont know how women send their husbands away for war or to work on an oil rig for months on end. I just dont know. They must have a strong support system helping them at home. Me? no.
I had to pay one of Dom's family members just to come over and help. Really I did. $10 an hour thats how really.
Initially I hired her for 2 hrs in the mornings so I could get to the gym. Well I dont know what made her decide 10 an hour but its toooo rich for my blood. She was hired for 2 hrs for the next 5 weeks, until school starts. But now Ive reduced the time to an hour a day. still at 10 an hr thats $50 a week. Just to get in some exercise and alone time. LEt me tell you. This morning I felt it was every bit necessary. as I walked around the neighborhood and had time to think in the silence. I figured whatha hay! Just for 60 minutes of that much happiness. Im taking full advantage of it.
Reagan still cries all day everyday. I cant take it. Im so tired. I would just like sometime when I dont have to hear crying. TOnight as I put her to sleep I could handle it anymore. I sat on the bed with my ears covered watching her. As she crawled ever so carfully in the dark toward my feet. Of course rhy was crying too. Yelling at me that I was the worse mom ever and how could I do that to her sister. That is let her cry while I watched her.
Dom has been gone only 3 days and we have 11 more to go. But that doesnt include the one day to de-mob (signout and get traveling papers) and the 2 days to drive home from south cali. Hes at the Bull Fire in KernValley, CA. My Birthday was yesterday and I spent it with a screaming kid in very hot weather.
If we could just stay home I know the baby would be ok. But I neglected the shopping for 2 weeks and decided to tackle that chore when DC got called out to California. Ugh! way to go rhonda. leaving it to the las minute. Plus I started a project in the front yard in early June and its still not complete. IT was a project that was only suppose to take 1 week to complete. But ive run into soo many problems its not even funny now. Ive resorted to hiring a handyman to finish was I started.
I tried to lay patio stones in the front yard. I pulled tons of decorative gravel from a 8 ft by 22 ft section. Moved 15 barrels of dirt to level. Purchased and moved (all bymyself) 178 patio stones from home depot. That each way 23 pounds. Loaded into our truck bymyself with two very grouchy kids on 4 separate trips over a 45 day span. Did most of the work outside while the baby sat in the stroller and rhy played in the mud. After days an days of reagan outside and breaking out in bloody eczema rashes in the heat and countless nat bites on her head. I surrendered to asking my neighbor to help out in the mornings.
Well she cant help but only on some days and even then there few and FAR between. See her hubby is not a nice man. He doesnt like her visiting with anyone outside the home when hes home. Hes a medical flight paramedic. SO he sits home waiting her calls. But he has these days called admin days that rquire him away from home at a set time. 8am to 5pm. Those days are when she can help. So she was watching the kids 730am to 12pm for about 3 weeks. Which basically worked out to 4 or 5 actual days over a 3 or 4 wk period. Not much time to get anything done. So even then I was still fumbling over what to do. I had to left feet and all thumbs trying to do this DIY project. Im sure all the drive bys laughed hysterically at all my mistakes.
So Dominick returned from his 17 day assignment promising to help. But got to involved with problems at work and didnt have time for my stuff. Then life got in the way. Other people needed help and we had to leave for days on end out of state. then we returned and monsoon hit. Its been raining everyday for almost a month now. Horrific. Dom finally installed our rain barrel which is great for the foundation but a complete eye sore. Yuk! super Ugly.But a relief for us and the neighbor. Sunday us and our 6 ft neighbor were outside scoooping buckets of rain water from the excavated yard in the rain. Inknow sounds so unreal, but honest im telling the truth. in the rain we had to unscrew the douwnspout and install the bucket. it was a mess. we were drenched. lol.
ill have to post pictures of my yard and show you all what a catastrophe it really is.
Can you count how many times in this post I used the word, "really" and "real". Its my word of the day.
So now Im waiting for my handyman to show and he promises to get the pation done in 4 hrs. But we'll have to see. I hope this guy doesnt flake on me. My life is crazy. For 3 months or maybe four months now, I havent been to sacrament at my church. Dumb really. But its all because Im on my own and even when dom is home he has decided to stop goin to churhc with us. which upsets the whole family structure. He says he will keep the baby at home to make things easier on me. But Church is for the whole family and I want to take the baby and ry even if its a hassle and takes us 5 hrs to get there. We make it for my primary lesson i have to teach and for the last hour but we cant make it on time to the first hour. which is the most important. ugh!
I think alot has to do with being chewed out by the bishop for being late. everyone in the congregation got it during a sermon months ago and its stuck in my head. If we do make it and were only 20 mins or 30 mins late we sit in my class and listen on the speaker system. Which is nice cuz reagan can crawl all over the room while we listen. But its still not the same. I love to sing in the chapel and in the classrm its just not the same. But we get to church one way or another. pray it gets better for us. :o)
luv you all have to get ot bed cuz the sitter is coming at 730a. and remember I only have her for an hour. lol
7/10/10
Whats been going on in my life, you ask?
The hardest part about being a mother is being me.
If I complain were not getting out as much, its because of me.
If I whine about not being able to do the things I wanna do, its because Im the only one home with the kids for weeks on end.
If I cry its because Im soooooooooooooooooooooo Tired. I don’t get to bed at a descent hour, we don’t get out of the house in time cuz it takes mom 4ever to shower, dry hair, apply makeup, take vitamins, etc etc etc. Its all my fault. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I asked my mother-in-law to give me a lite, LIGHT, very loose permanent body wave. You know. That really nice tossed around beach hair wave. That nice early 90’s Jennifer Aniston wave. That was another FAIL!
She gave me one of the loosest (not) spiral perms, by her standards, Niicceee and loose. The roots of my hair were so tight and kinked it was horrific. She did it again. Back in 2005, I asked for a loose wave and she gave me a very tight perm. Yuk! I hated it. It looked like I walked outta 1985. If I had friends Im sure they would’ve been sayin, “ Hey, Ron, 1989 called , they want their hair back!!!”
My hair was long healthy and beautiful, I will show you in the next posting what my hair looked b4 and after. It was terrible and soo tight. I was a new mom and I wanted something that would limit my need to stand with curlers rolling an rolling for an hour.
I did it again with baby number 2.
I thought she just might get it right second time around. Needless to say I had to chop all my hair off AFTER attempting to straighten the curls (in 2005 not this time). Which only dried out my hair and made it very slimy. Not a good thing, Martha! NOT … A… Good… Thing!
Perms.
Just Don’t Do It.
So back to my story. I asked for another loose wave and again it came out tight. And Its too loose at the ends, the curls arent consistent so it looks like Rhyan rolled my hair with curlers. There are completely straight strands and next to that there are extremely tight curly strands.
Whatha!
So if I don’t curl my hair (which I wanted to avoid) I look like trash. I wanted to eliminate my need for all this fuss and I just dug my troubles deeper. So this is why it takes us sooooo long to get outta the house and arrive anywhere !!!!!!
On another note: For the past few months , who am I kidding, for years I’ve had this thing about tags. I cant stand them. I’ve always been too intimidated to cut them off. Thinking they hold extremely important secrets. Information that hold the key to unlocking the whereabouts of the weapons of mass destruction. NOT.
But really I have always been neurotic and think you never ever tear or cut off tags off anykind.
My parents never worried about things like this so I figured it wasn’t important.
That is, if it bothers you, take care if it ASAP.
So all 33 yrs of my life I tried to ignore this pet peeve. I will hold back no longer. Haha! I started cutting tags off clothing and furniture and such for over 6 months now. Its so liberating. Lol. Really it is.
I cant stand when the items get old and there sitting, staring at you, that faded, frayed, hideous looking TAG. Yucky tags no more if I can help it. Whoohoo! Three cheers for OCD people everywhere…
Hip Hip….., Hip Hip…., Hip Hip….!
On another, ‘nother note:
Got up at 6am this morning, took a shower (I live on the edge), COOKED BREAKFAST (can you believe it), put myself together and got out the door at 830 for grocery shopping in the crazy town. If your not at the store here shopping and ready for checkout by 10am. Forget it! Your stuck in a whole lotta mess. People from miles and miles around come to this border town to shop for everything. From eggs and milk to hay and oxyacetylene (arc welding gas). It’s a disaster in this town come EVERY Saturday! More so come the first and the 15th of the every month.
Breakfast in our house has been absent since b4 the baby was born. All we eat is cold cereal. Nomore pancakes, French toast, eggs, oatmeal, toast, coffee, juice, fresh fruit. I just don’t have the time. Its easiest to take the 3 minutes to pour into a bowl and be on our way. Really Reagan cries that much.
So this morning when I said I cooked breakfast I really over did. Although I wanted to do something nice for Rhyan I didn’t go all the way outta my way and make homemade pancakes from scratch, which she loves. I get annoyed with having to whisk the egg whites until peaks form and then fold into batter. That’s the most time consuming part about it. So I only made French toast. Now she loves them. But this morning I made the mistake of telling her there made with egg.
She hates eggs.
We’ve progressed within the past few years, her dad got her to eat boiled eggs.
But scrambled, the easiest for me to prepare, she despises ‘em.
So… she jumps outta bed and smells food. I tell her I made breakfast and she jumps for joy. She sits down to eat turkey bacon and her French toast with syrup. She’s scarfing it all down when I let out that lil bit of info that Ive so deceitfully concealed for years.
She freezes, stares at the plate and looks at her food as if Im feeding her cow intestines. DOH! She inspects every lil piece and said I used too much egg and she begins to gag. FAIL!
I messed up big time.
So in addition to my oatmeal, I’m eating French toast. ( I made so many this morning thinking for the rest of the weekend and into next week I would be able to pop em in the toaster. Well that’s not gonna work now. Its all goin in the trash. Not like I can freeze em and Dom or myself will eat em later. Dom wont eat em cuz there senseless carbs and I cant because Im already overweight and might as well be eating candy bars.)
*sigh*
Another atempt to be a good mom and I fail badly >:o(
If I complain were not getting out as much, its because of me.
If I whine about not being able to do the things I wanna do, its because Im the only one home with the kids for weeks on end.
If I cry its because Im soooooooooooooooooooooo Tired. I don’t get to bed at a descent hour, we don’t get out of the house in time cuz it takes mom 4ever to shower, dry hair, apply makeup, take vitamins, etc etc etc. Its all my fault. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I asked my mother-in-law to give me a lite, LIGHT, very loose permanent body wave. You know. That really nice tossed around beach hair wave. That nice early 90’s Jennifer Aniston wave. That was another FAIL!
She gave me one of the loosest (not) spiral perms, by her standards, Niicceee and loose. The roots of my hair were so tight and kinked it was horrific. She did it again. Back in 2005, I asked for a loose wave and she gave me a very tight perm. Yuk! I hated it. It looked like I walked outta 1985. If I had friends Im sure they would’ve been sayin, “ Hey, Ron, 1989 called , they want their hair back!!!”
My hair was long healthy and beautiful, I will show you in the next posting what my hair looked b4 and after. It was terrible and soo tight. I was a new mom and I wanted something that would limit my need to stand with curlers rolling an rolling for an hour.
I did it again with baby number 2.
I thought she just might get it right second time around. Needless to say I had to chop all my hair off AFTER attempting to straighten the curls (in 2005 not this time). Which only dried out my hair and made it very slimy. Not a good thing, Martha! NOT … A… Good… Thing!
Perms.
Just Don’t Do It.
So back to my story. I asked for another loose wave and again it came out tight. And Its too loose at the ends, the curls arent consistent so it looks like Rhyan rolled my hair with curlers. There are completely straight strands and next to that there are extremely tight curly strands.
Whatha!
So if I don’t curl my hair (which I wanted to avoid) I look like trash. I wanted to eliminate my need for all this fuss and I just dug my troubles deeper. So this is why it takes us sooooo long to get outta the house and arrive anywhere !!!!!!
On another note: For the past few months , who am I kidding, for years I’ve had this thing about tags. I cant stand them. I’ve always been too intimidated to cut them off. Thinking they hold extremely important secrets. Information that hold the key to unlocking the whereabouts of the weapons of mass destruction. NOT.
But really I have always been neurotic and think you never ever tear or cut off tags off anykind.
My parents never worried about things like this so I figured it wasn’t important.
That is, if it bothers you, take care if it ASAP.
So all 33 yrs of my life I tried to ignore this pet peeve. I will hold back no longer. Haha! I started cutting tags off clothing and furniture and such for over 6 months now. Its so liberating. Lol. Really it is.
I cant stand when the items get old and there sitting, staring at you, that faded, frayed, hideous looking TAG. Yucky tags no more if I can help it. Whoohoo! Three cheers for OCD people everywhere…
Hip Hip….., Hip Hip…., Hip Hip….!
On another, ‘nother note:
Got up at 6am this morning, took a shower (I live on the edge), COOKED BREAKFAST (can you believe it), put myself together and got out the door at 830 for grocery shopping in the crazy town. If your not at the store here shopping and ready for checkout by 10am. Forget it! Your stuck in a whole lotta mess. People from miles and miles around come to this border town to shop for everything. From eggs and milk to hay and oxyacetylene (arc welding gas). It’s a disaster in this town come EVERY Saturday! More so come the first and the 15th of the every month.
Breakfast in our house has been absent since b4 the baby was born. All we eat is cold cereal. Nomore pancakes, French toast, eggs, oatmeal, toast, coffee, juice, fresh fruit. I just don’t have the time. Its easiest to take the 3 minutes to pour into a bowl and be on our way. Really Reagan cries that much.
So this morning when I said I cooked breakfast I really over did. Although I wanted to do something nice for Rhyan I didn’t go all the way outta my way and make homemade pancakes from scratch, which she loves. I get annoyed with having to whisk the egg whites until peaks form and then fold into batter. That’s the most time consuming part about it. So I only made French toast. Now she loves them. But this morning I made the mistake of telling her there made with egg.
She hates eggs.
We’ve progressed within the past few years, her dad got her to eat boiled eggs.
But scrambled, the easiest for me to prepare, she despises ‘em.
So… she jumps outta bed and smells food. I tell her I made breakfast and she jumps for joy. She sits down to eat turkey bacon and her French toast with syrup. She’s scarfing it all down when I let out that lil bit of info that Ive so deceitfully concealed for years.
She freezes, stares at the plate and looks at her food as if Im feeding her cow intestines. DOH! She inspects every lil piece and said I used too much egg and she begins to gag. FAIL!
I messed up big time.
So in addition to my oatmeal, I’m eating French toast. ( I made so many this morning thinking for the rest of the weekend and into next week I would be able to pop em in the toaster. Well that’s not gonna work now. Its all goin in the trash. Not like I can freeze em and Dom or myself will eat em later. Dom wont eat em cuz there senseless carbs and I cant because Im already overweight and might as well be eating candy bars.)
*sigh*
Another atempt to be a good mom and I fail badly >:o(
7/9/10
7/2/10
I Love I love I luuuv videocameras. *sigh*
Ry age 3. We planned our Easter trip for Casa Grande. We were sooo busy this week and I wanted to have Ry color eggs b4 we left. I knew the chance wouldnt come while in Casa Grande. So after I packed our bags, 10pm mind u, we colored eggs with her. A tradition we have set aside for just the 3 of us. Ahhh! Family time. So we finished up and tried to convince her to get to bed for our 7am wake up call. She wanted us to hide the eggs for her in the living room, as usual.
Oh and by the way, the basket was a lil .25 cent bargain from a yardsale that she was in Love with at the time. To this day she still loves to place her babies (junk I call it) in cozy blankets (washclothes) and tote them around. lol. I miss these times. Now my girl is gettin so much older. Whah Whah! Just imagine this blog in 1 yrs. boo hoo. Now, im really gonna cry.
Oh and by the way, the basket was a lil .25 cent bargain from a yardsale that she was in Love with at the time. To this day she still loves to place her babies (junk I call it) in cozy blankets (washclothes) and tote them around. lol. I miss these times. Now my girl is gettin so much older. Whah Whah! Just imagine this blog in 1 yrs. boo hoo. Now, im really gonna cry.
Pursehead, May 2008 age 4
***NOTE: SCROLL DOWN, pause music player at bottom of page.*** Don't ask, just enjoy! lol
Ballet class age 3 yrs old
I found all these old clips and took a trip down memory lane. LOL! This is too funny. "I say cheese to dadd!" she says annoyed with mommy. This after I asked her to say cheese to the camera. To this day Im still getting yelled at. :0P
GRAMA 'SHELL
***NOTE: remember you have to scroll down to pause the playlist player.*** THis is a "thank you" video I forgot to post months ago. I found it and just had to put it up for all to see, esp. Gamma Michele! Enjoy. FYI: my house was a mess. we were tryin to repack Halloween items for attic storage. And I had not taken out the props we used for the Kiddie Halloween party. so thats why the house looks soooo junky!
For Daddy....Stay safe in lil town, AZ
SORRY!
YOU HAVE TO SCROLL ALL THE WAY DOWN TO BOTTOM OF PAGE TO MUTE OR PAUSE THE MUSICPLAYER. THEN..... YOU WILL BE ABLE TO LISTEN TO THE GIRLS.
BTW: ITS A HORRIBLE RECORDING. NEXT VIDEO I PROMISE TO TURN THE LIGHTS ON BRIGHTER. OOPS!
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