Wow! It's Friday already. This week has flown by, I didn't post yesterday. Everyone else seemed to be hogging the computer up. My hubby was home because I had a dental appointment. Last year I made a resolution to complete all my dental work, and stay on point from that perspective. Well I didn't. Sooo this year, I'm really trying to follow through. I had my cleaning and exam yesterday, and I made appointments for my crown and fillings. Yep fillings plural, I need six of them! My only consolation is that these are probably pretty old cavities. So I had an appointment today, but I will have to reschedule as I have no babysitter. I really hate it not living close to my own family. With them I would always have a sitter, but oh well. I'm pretty nervous about the dentist. I know that it's because of past fears AND past pain.
Okay you should hear the background noise right about now. My 1 year old is screaming and crying because she dropped her elmo toy on the ground (I've picked it up several times already). I just got through yelling "EAT YOUR WAFFLES!" I swear those rugrats get up SO early that I never have time to do anything! I love them, but..... My goodness I get tired of everybody calling me. Now my 3 year old is starting. His philosophy is just to keep calling "mommy" until I answer. He is very persistent. Now they both claim they are done with breakfast, but I bet not five minutes later, they will be begging for a snack. Ahhh Motherhood!
Questions today are:
How do you handle babysitting issues?
Are you still afraid of the dentist?
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Hump day but feeling like wonderwoman!
So, I'm not as tired as I thought I would be this morning. I was up until close to 2am completing some science homework. Alas, I have fallen behind and it's only the third week into the semester. Those on-line classes can be a killer if you lack the discipline. I actually would have preferred to take it in a class-room setting, but my schedule, or should I say my husbands schedule wouldn't allow it.
So I wake up at a little after 5am to the rambling around of my husband. I'm feeling a bit guilty because I didn't make his lunch last night, so I run to the kitchen to put together a salad to go with the last of the turkey lasagna. I throw a few strawberries in there (aren't I sweet?!) and a granola bar. I've fixed him a healthy versatile lunch and I feel like the black wonderwoman that lurks inside me from time to time. Now that my adrenaline is pumping, I go ahead and wake my stepson, and make him lunch. Now I could have slept for about ten more minutes, but I'm afraid that I'll get sleepy again. I give him a choice of p&j or turkey, he chooses p&j. I add some strawberries (see, no wicked stepmother here!) some smart popcorn, a capri sun (yeah I know... lots of sugar), a granola bar, and I feel even more wonderwomanish. Now I'm in high gear, so I decide to make him a hot breakfast of turkey bacon, eggs, and waffles. Now before this he was moving oh so slow, but once he smells the bacon cooking he speeds up the process. He kinda creeps into the kitchen with a very sweet disposition, "uh did you call me?" he ask Now this booger knows I didn't call him! I smile to myself, and say "no, but I'm making you a hot breakfast this morning". "Thanks!" he says smiling. He can be so sweet when he wants to be. So I send him off to the bathroom to wash face, brush teeth and comb and moisturize hair. Humph! I bet your thinking, "isn't he 14?!" Yeah he is, but he's one of those late bloomers and everything, and I mean everything has to be told to him a couple dozen times before it's actually done. One day I think it will catch on... I hope. So he douses his breakfast with syrup, and is now happily playing James Bond Quantum of solace until it's time to catch the bus.
I wash my morning dishes, and put away my last night dishes. Then that nasty cat comes into my kitchen, which he is not allowed to be in, and sniffs inside my cabinets by my skillets. Ewwww! Of course I chase him out, and now have to rewash the skillets. It's strange because when I was a kid, I had a cat for many years and loved her immensly. I never thought she was nasty, but now that I'm an adult, and I've inherited a cat through my stepson, I perceive it as NASTY! Oh, I forgot to tell you about the cat, didn't I?
Well my stepsons mother (ie husband babies mama) decided to get him a cat last year, smack dab in the middle of the custody trial. Uh huh... Well when my husband won (to everyones surprise) she benovently let him take the cat with him! Yeah.... Oh but he couldn't bring the litterbox, or the carrier or any of the cat's toys. Just the cat. Yeah I think you get the picture. So not only did I have to adjust to now being a full-time stepmother, but I had to adjust to a cat in my home.
He doesn't do that great of job taking care of the cat either, but we are trying to stay on him, to teach him responsibility. I tell you what though, that cat has gained weight since he's been here, and my little one's love him. The first time I come in my home and smell cat, I'm going to pitch a fit. The litter box is kept in the basement (the unfinished basement...long story) but would you believe that at my stepsons moms home the litterbox was kept in the kitchen! Double eww! So he says that the reason he keeps forgetting to clean it, is because he doesn't see it (I kinda understand that theory) but that still doesn't excuse it.
Now he desperately wants a dog, but that's not going to happen for a very long time. I'm talking adulthood. My husband also wants a dog. Everybody wants a dog, but they all want me to take care of it. Cause of course, I don't have anything else to do because I'm a bonbon eating, soap opera watching, afternoon sleeping stay at home mom, or as they call us sahm. Yeah right! I was very tempted to let them have their dog, but then I really thought about it. My husband doesn't get home until after 8pm some nights, and I can't even get my stepson to clean up water on the bathroom sink. My stepson rarely plays with the cat which results in him crying and wandering around the house looking pitiful, until I have mercy on him. So how in the world will he walk the dog?! He hates to do anything physical, and would prefer to just play xbox 360 all day, and I do mean all day long. My husband loves to golf, and once warm weather hits, he'll be golfing Tuesdays and Saturdays for many hours. So who is going to be left to care for this dog, who will need attention and exercise. Yep you guessed it, yours truly. So I used Godly wisdom, and dug my heels in on the dog issue. So I know this was a long post, but I'm a writer, what can I say? So questions for today are:
What makes you feel like wonderwoman?
Should stay at home mothers responsibility include taking of care of pets?
So I wake up at a little after 5am to the rambling around of my husband. I'm feeling a bit guilty because I didn't make his lunch last night, so I run to the kitchen to put together a salad to go with the last of the turkey lasagna. I throw a few strawberries in there (aren't I sweet?!) and a granola bar. I've fixed him a healthy versatile lunch and I feel like the black wonderwoman that lurks inside me from time to time. Now that my adrenaline is pumping, I go ahead and wake my stepson, and make him lunch. Now I could have slept for about ten more minutes, but I'm afraid that I'll get sleepy again. I give him a choice of p&j or turkey, he chooses p&j. I add some strawberries (see, no wicked stepmother here!) some smart popcorn, a capri sun (yeah I know... lots of sugar), a granola bar, and I feel even more wonderwomanish. Now I'm in high gear, so I decide to make him a hot breakfast of turkey bacon, eggs, and waffles. Now before this he was moving oh so slow, but once he smells the bacon cooking he speeds up the process. He kinda creeps into the kitchen with a very sweet disposition, "uh did you call me?" he ask Now this booger knows I didn't call him! I smile to myself, and say "no, but I'm making you a hot breakfast this morning". "Thanks!" he says smiling. He can be so sweet when he wants to be. So I send him off to the bathroom to wash face, brush teeth and comb and moisturize hair. Humph! I bet your thinking, "isn't he 14?!" Yeah he is, but he's one of those late bloomers and everything, and I mean everything has to be told to him a couple dozen times before it's actually done. One day I think it will catch on... I hope. So he douses his breakfast with syrup, and is now happily playing James Bond Quantum of solace until it's time to catch the bus.
I wash my morning dishes, and put away my last night dishes. Then that nasty cat comes into my kitchen, which he is not allowed to be in, and sniffs inside my cabinets by my skillets. Ewwww! Of course I chase him out, and now have to rewash the skillets. It's strange because when I was a kid, I had a cat for many years and loved her immensly. I never thought she was nasty, but now that I'm an adult, and I've inherited a cat through my stepson, I perceive it as NASTY! Oh, I forgot to tell you about the cat, didn't I?
Well my stepsons mother (ie husband babies mama) decided to get him a cat last year, smack dab in the middle of the custody trial. Uh huh... Well when my husband won (to everyones surprise) she benovently let him take the cat with him! Yeah.... Oh but he couldn't bring the litterbox, or the carrier or any of the cat's toys. Just the cat. Yeah I think you get the picture. So not only did I have to adjust to now being a full-time stepmother, but I had to adjust to a cat in my home.
He doesn't do that great of job taking care of the cat either, but we are trying to stay on him, to teach him responsibility. I tell you what though, that cat has gained weight since he's been here, and my little one's love him. The first time I come in my home and smell cat, I'm going to pitch a fit. The litter box is kept in the basement (the unfinished basement...long story) but would you believe that at my stepsons moms home the litterbox was kept in the kitchen! Double eww! So he says that the reason he keeps forgetting to clean it, is because he doesn't see it (I kinda understand that theory) but that still doesn't excuse it.
Now he desperately wants a dog, but that's not going to happen for a very long time. I'm talking adulthood. My husband also wants a dog. Everybody wants a dog, but they all want me to take care of it. Cause of course, I don't have anything else to do because I'm a bonbon eating, soap opera watching, afternoon sleeping stay at home mom, or as they call us sahm. Yeah right! I was very tempted to let them have their dog, but then I really thought about it. My husband doesn't get home until after 8pm some nights, and I can't even get my stepson to clean up water on the bathroom sink. My stepson rarely plays with the cat which results in him crying and wandering around the house looking pitiful, until I have mercy on him. So how in the world will he walk the dog?! He hates to do anything physical, and would prefer to just play xbox 360 all day, and I do mean all day long. My husband loves to golf, and once warm weather hits, he'll be golfing Tuesdays and Saturdays for many hours. So who is going to be left to care for this dog, who will need attention and exercise. Yep you guessed it, yours truly. So I used Godly wisdom, and dug my heels in on the dog issue. So I know this was a long post, but I'm a writer, what can I say? So questions for today are:
What makes you feel like wonderwoman?
Should stay at home mothers responsibility include taking of care of pets?
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
The plot thickens....
Yeah, I know. Long time since last post, but let me give you an update anyway. My family size has increased. No, I'm not pregnant! My husbands (teenage) son has come to live with us full time. Now your probably wondering how I feel about this development. Well let me say I have mixed emotions. It has put a lot of extra work on me, and unfortunately with my husbands schedule, a lot of the responsibility falls to me. What I do know for sure, is that this will be good for my stepson. I just have to kinda suck it up, and get with the program.
One thing I'm learning about motherhood is that it's never about you! It's always about the kids, or the husband or the house, but never about you. I gave my gym membership to my husband and stepson, because lets face it, I was never going to get there. Sometimes it's so hard to find a space of time for myself. I'm taking two classes this semester, and I'm behind already. I feel like such a failure sometimes. That is the one thing I miss about working. Being good at something. When I was at work, no matter what job I held, I did it well. Now being a sahm (stay at home mother) it's like I can't get a handle on it. I'm not the perfect mother, not the perfect stepmom, and not the perfect wife. Sometimes the house is messy and cluttered, and sometimes my dinners suck (like my dry lasagna last night). Sometimes my kids sit in front of the tv all day with little interaction from me. Sometimes I look like crap when my husband comes home, and my breath stinks! So much imperfection can make you feel really lousy. How do other sahm's cope?
So I'm not striving for perfection this year, but I am striving to improve. I'm buying healthier foods, and utilizing moderation when feeding my family (I feel so responsible when they eat unhealthy). I'm trying to increase my cardio, and get some exercise in. I have at least one event planned daily for kids that doesn't involve tv. Above all I'm keeping everything very loose and if I choose to deviate from my schedule, then so be it. I'm really going to try to enjoy being home this year, and I'm working on getting my childrens book published this year. I hope to try to post to my blog everyday (which would fulfill my "write everyday obligation I made to myself last year"). I had a birthday on Sunday (37!) and I'm noticing some laugh lines under the eyes! I can't believe I'm 37 and still dealing with a lot of the same insecurities from my twenties.
With that in mind my questions for today are:
Are you still dealing with issues/insecurities in your life from five or more years prior?
How much time do you allow for yourself on a daily basis?
Had motherhood and/or marriage killed your inner diva?
Love ya,
The Diva
One thing I'm learning about motherhood is that it's never about you! It's always about the kids, or the husband or the house, but never about you. I gave my gym membership to my husband and stepson, because lets face it, I was never going to get there. Sometimes it's so hard to find a space of time for myself. I'm taking two classes this semester, and I'm behind already. I feel like such a failure sometimes. That is the one thing I miss about working. Being good at something. When I was at work, no matter what job I held, I did it well. Now being a sahm (stay at home mother) it's like I can't get a handle on it. I'm not the perfect mother, not the perfect stepmom, and not the perfect wife. Sometimes the house is messy and cluttered, and sometimes my dinners suck (like my dry lasagna last night). Sometimes my kids sit in front of the tv all day with little interaction from me. Sometimes I look like crap when my husband comes home, and my breath stinks! So much imperfection can make you feel really lousy. How do other sahm's cope?
So I'm not striving for perfection this year, but I am striving to improve. I'm buying healthier foods, and utilizing moderation when feeding my family (I feel so responsible when they eat unhealthy). I'm trying to increase my cardio, and get some exercise in. I have at least one event planned daily for kids that doesn't involve tv. Above all I'm keeping everything very loose and if I choose to deviate from my schedule, then so be it. I'm really going to try to enjoy being home this year, and I'm working on getting my childrens book published this year. I hope to try to post to my blog everyday (which would fulfill my "write everyday obligation I made to myself last year"). I had a birthday on Sunday (37!) and I'm noticing some laugh lines under the eyes! I can't believe I'm 37 and still dealing with a lot of the same insecurities from my twenties.
With that in mind my questions for today are:
Are you still dealing with issues/insecurities in your life from five or more years prior?
How much time do you allow for yourself on a daily basis?
Had motherhood and/or marriage killed your inner diva?
Love ya,
The Diva
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