Just Wondering

Why is that when I'm trying to clean and get rid of messes, I create bigger messes that I have no desire to clean up? I moved some furniture around and ended up with a bigger mess. Which is still there, while I'm on the computer writing. Sigh!!!

When did people start eating food that only comes out of boxes? What happened to actually cooking food? Washing it, chopping it up and cooking it. I was one of the few people at the store with fresh food in my cart.

Dinner Impossible

So the Rock and I have committed to trying to eat healthier and to save money at the grocery store. The result is that I shopped at That Place From Hell, otherwise knows as WalMart, and I bought few convenience items. So, tonight I am making dinner for tomorrow, since I have to work late and want to provide my family with a healthy meal. I'm making vegetable lasagna, except I'm adding in some leftover homemade meatballs, because we aren't THAT healthy. Well, apparently I didn't look too closely at the recipe, just bought the ingredients. I didn't realize I was making the sauce from SCRATCH!! On a weeknight, after work no less!! It wouldn't have been so bad, except I spent a HALF HOUR trying to open the bottle of dry red wine to make the sauce. It couldn't even be a nice cheap fruity wine I would drink. Now I can add sore arms to my list of injuries, since the rest of me hurts from working out TWICE yesterday. Not to worry, since I worked out twice yesterday, I ate a candy bar and ice cream today. Oh hell. There's always tomorrow. At least dinner is made. I just hope my boys don't notice the whole wheat pasta or bland HOMEMADE sauce :(

The Best Things

The Best Things About Kids:

They don't care what your job is, to them you are just mom
They love your home made spaghetti and meatballs, better than at a restaurant
They let you win when playing soccer
They hug you because it makes them feel better (really it makes me feel better)
Their smiles can erase all your pain
They know when you are sad and know when you need a hug
They need you so much it takes your mind off your woes

You Know You're Tired When....

So you know you're tired when:

you realize you've been cleaning your kitchen counters with the stain remover for the laundry

you fall asleep looking on the Internet

your book hits you in the face while reading in bed

you're sitting up watching tv and drop the remote

yep, did all of them myself

Fun with my new Camera

Little Darling was at a sleepover yesterday and The Rock (husband) was out of town for training. Friends were all busy, so that left me and my new best friend, ie the lovely camera The Rock got me for X-Mas. Tromped off to the Parkville Nature Sanctuary for some sanctuary, not too many people out, so it was quite peaceful. While there I snapped these pictures. I think they'd look great together on the wall.

On another note I think my house had been invaded by crumbs on the make. I look down and see two crumbs on the floor, five minutes later there are ten. I think those original two liked the looks of each other and made little baby crumbs. We all know those baby crumbs will grow into teenager crumbs who don't make the wisest choices, so I will soon have more baby crumbs on my floor, ready to repeat the mistakes of their parents. Therefore I am fighting a loosing battle when I sweep, because there will always be two crumbs left on the floor with nothing better to do than to make more baby crumbs when no one is looking.

Junk in his Trunk

Little Darling has been complaining that his underwear are too tight - for like the past two weeks. He tells me, I make a mental note to buy larger underware and I promptly forget. So a few days ago I catch Little Darling grabbing dirty underwear to put on his clean hiney to go to school. This does not fly for me. I firmly believe jeans can be worn for a week, shirts twice, but underwear? Nope they are single use only. After telling him to get clean underwear he complains again that none fit. Finally deciding to get to the bottom of this I tromp upstairs to take stock of Little Darling's underwear drawer. As I predicted, it's full, sure some are a size too small - but there are five pairs in his current size (same size as the dirty contraband ones). Try these on I say, tossing him a pair. Too small he says. I look at his waist - they look good to me. No he says, too small down here, pointing to his junk. Yes junk - in my house boys have peepers and neighbors and they are collectively called junk. Mommies have special mommy places. I don't like the real words and you can't make me say them. Back to my story. Little Darlings underwear are not to small in the waist - they are too small on his junk. His junk in growing. Great - I really needed to know that about my baby boy.

Ding Dong

Oh the things our kids do. Parked the car today at work and hopped out to get my various belongings out of the backseat. Little Darling has of course done the same, except I see he has a sheepish look on his face. What did you do I ask - nothing really he replies. I take stock of his open door and the wind and ask if he hit the car next to us. Sheepishly he replies yes, he has. It's left a mark. Honestly my initial reaction was to get back in the car and move it, not tell anyone. We just don't need to pay for anything else right now - it's tight. I know that reaction is wrong - but honestly it was self preservation. Her insurance will cover it. But no, I'm a grown up now - can't act how I did in my teens (if it was your car I hit at Dillards back in 95, I'm very, very sorry!!). Went inside, had them announce overhead that the owner of the burgandy van needed to call the office. Poor woman - this is the last thing she needs. After appologizing profusely - I told her I'd pay for it, and even give her a lift the day she takes her car to the shop. Oh the joy of parenting and having to model good behavior.

Mothering Little Darling

Most days I love being a mom to Little Darling. Not all days, but most days. Today has begun as one of the good days. I drug my sleepy butt out of bed at 6 am in order to don my Easter Bunny suit and deposit money and candy filled eggs around the yard and in the tree (they look cool there), though how a real bunny would get them there...maybe I should run out and put them on the ground?? Then I filled the basket with goodies I hope he loves. Love, this is all done out of love. Speaking of love, I love sitting down on a dry toilet seat, of a pee free toilet. Sounds simple and reasonable right? Unless you live with Little Darling. He often forgets to clean his dribbles or flush, (he's 9). I feel by now he should be able to remember to flush and wipe the seat...I guess he has other ideas. So the other day I got out two small mason jars and I asked Little Darling to help me fill one with 35 dimes. Why he asked, and I told him because I figure he pees about 35 times a week...I put all 35 dimes in the jar with his name on it. Then told him that every time I find a dirty toilet from him, I get a dime. No pee in/on the toilet and he keeps the dimes. I started this Wednesday and have so far only collected two dimes. Ahh the joys of mothering.

Egg hunts and Stuff

My little darling ( 9 year old son) earned a character achievement at his school and was to be recognized at his school's annual Easter Egg Hunt. Can't miss this of course. Drive 15 minutes to the location of the egg hunt, only to have the entire egg hunt over in less than ten minutes, which included the recognition ceremony. So since I brought my fancy camera I staged about ten photo ops to make it seem more worth while. Then drove another 15 minutes home. I'm all for encouraging my little darling in his achievements and pursuits of fun, ie the egg hunt. But a thirty minute round trip drive for less than ten minutes of fun??

Ok, one more rant, my rock, (husband of 12 years) will be gone for 5 days at the end of the week. He rarely has this happen, and I'm already dreading it. I miss him already and he will still be here this week. Maybe it's the PMS, or the stress of having a job interview this week - but I really miss him already.

Hope the Easter Bunny hops to your house tonight!

Random Rants

Car Dancing..come on you know you do it too! Bopping in the car with your windows down, or sunroof open, listening to loud, often inappropriate songs. Love it!

44 oz soda from Quick Trip - seriously, 44 ounces, I mean really. I had a coupon for a free drink, and thought why not? Of course I drank it, but who needs that much soda? Ugh, now feeling the after affects...bloated, sloshy and foggy. Great idea.

Tried to stick to a self imposed budget of 50.00 at the grocery story. Failed, spent 67.00.
There's always next week.

The "B" Word

Ok, so I said the "B" word to my husband. I'll let you ponder that for a moment, if you're like me you immediately start thinking of every curse word you know...Ok, it wasn't really a curse word - kinda...it was the word Budget. We've said it before, we've tried it before, evidently from looking at our checking balance we haven't stuck to it. I'm sick of not having enough money to go out and just blow. I just want to go out and every once in awhile blow $50.00 on crap at Target and not have to hear it from my husband. So, in order to do that I'm going to try sticking to a budget again, for the zillionth time. Do you have a budget? I'd love to hear how other people do it.