Valentines Day

I come home from work with a surprise waiting for me. My daughter has planned a surprise for me. The kitchen table is moved into the family room w/a bouquet of flowers (which are not for me) a valentines table cloth and plates. Chatty tell me she is putting on a fashion show while the rest of us eat. After moving the table again, getting the Beast down off the same chair 5 times we finally sit down to eat. Chatty puts on her first dress: a pink sundress; second dress: Snow White; third dress: a red Christmas one (which is too short); fourth dress: a black witch and fifth and final dress: Belle. We all applaud and say what a wonderful job she did and vote which one was our favorite. Then she decides to play a game with her dresses. She lays them on the floor and then we close our eyes and she takes one away. We open our eyes and the pink one is missing. I call it out and my Dad goes: what pink one? So we have to play again and then again. Finally we let Reid loose and the game and fashion show ends. I think it was the best Valentine's Day surprise I ever got.

My Own Room

I live in a 3 bedroom house. 1 bedroom is my parents and me and my kids get divided into 2 rooms. Which actually doesn't work evenly. Here is why: #1) Chatty had her own room and me and Beast shared. #2) Chatty then realized she was ALONE (just in the next room) and she can't be alone #3) She started sleeping in the Beast's room and I got to sleep in her room, yet I would wake up and she would be will be since she still didn't want to completely sleep alone (yes, she would leave Beast to come in the bed w/me) makes no sense to me. Now this past weekend she has decided to hang up posters and sleep in her own room. Which now leaves me on the couch since the Beast will wake up to my alarm and I don't need him up at 530am. So last night I sleep on the couch again which is killing my back (But, I'm doing this so my kids have their own room) and I wake up TWICE and both times guess who is on the couch w/me. Seriously? WTF? Now 2 beds are empty and I get to sleep on the couch. This is just ridiculous. I need a bed to sleep in ALONE.

Daycare

Its 4:24pm. I leave work at 5, most people are frickin ecstatic to leave this place they call work and go home. I on the other hand I am afraid to leave. I'm afraid cuz I have to go pick up my son from daycare. Where I have been talked to about 5 or more times about his behavior. He bites and he hits and he scratches. I'm not exactly sure what they now mean by saying they are going to monitor him. Could they make him leave? I'm not sure and the "person in charge" did not answer my questions of what can happen. I like to know what can happen in advance so I don't walk in to daycare and they say: "bye, please don't bring him back" So now I don't even want to get him just because I am tired of being talked to. I can not talk to him about his issues since he is 18 months and usually agrees with what I say.... me: were you a good boy? the beast: "uh-huh. Which I now know is just a lie.

Corey Feldman

Me and my awesome sister

This past weekend, Corey Feldman was only a drive away, hosting various movies that he had been in during the eighties. I just HAD to go. My sister bought us tickets to see The Lost Boys. It was the first vampire movie I ever saw, and one of my favorite movies of all time. After he signed autographs, he came into the theater showing the movie and talked a little bit.

To be honest, I always loved Corey Haim more than Corey Feldman, but I still loved Corey F. He was pretty cute in person and seemed very nice. I only wish I had saved a Teen Beat magazine - it would have been nice to have him sign a poster that I had had up on my wall when I was younger.

The Fall

When you have kids and they fall you automatiacally go to them and make sure they are ok. Every time The Beast falls off the couch. I do go to him and make sure he is ok. Chatty is HIGHLY overdramatic about her falls and I usually end up carring her while she is sobbing. Yet on this freezing cold January morning, my daughter falls walking up to school. (you think they could buy salt on the amount of money I pay for her) I go to jump out of the car not even carring that the Beast would be left alone in my car ( i bet he wouldnt be kidnapped for long) yet she picks herself up and goes inside. Deep down I know I should go and check on her, but knowing my daughter she would have been mortified. So against my better judgement I didnt go inside school. I waited all day to hear if she was okay, I almost called the school. But I didnt want them to wonder why I didnt go in and check on her right away. Just to hear my baby tell me she didnt want me to go inside school anyway. So I actually did the right thing for my kid :)

Buona Beef

I send my daughter to a private Catholic school. They sent home a flyer that 15% of the sales Buona Beef recieves will my donated to my daughters school. I think its great - maybe I will have to fork out less money in the near future. I have a nice idea to eat there. I pick up the Beast from daycare (where he was highly emotional and cried all the way to the resturant) and meet my parents and they have Chatty. Yet as Im waiting at the door for the family I notice my daughter is NOT getting out of the car. I make my way to the car wondering what the hell now? and she is crying, horribly sobbing say she cant go inside and eat....why? Cuz she has her school uniform on (that I paid lots of money for too) I hand the Beast off and grab Chatty by the coat and out of the car she comes. She is still crying and now she is beyond reasoning with. Take her inside and she wont budge from the door still crying about the uniform that she cant be seen in....yet she wears every day to school. She wont eat, just wants to stand by the door and cry which in my opinion makes her look way more dorky than the uniform. The Beast is now is high gear trying to walk around the resturant and he wants to eat! No amount of me yelling quietly will make her go and sit down. I give up! The end result: I order my salad and take the kids home

9/28/2009

I got home last night at 8pm. With one kid who coughs in your face is hungry and tired and dirty from wiping her face all day long. Touching me and her brother with her sticky hands. Then my little crabby baby, who just got 3 shots in his legs and is tired and hungry also. Yet after picking up the medication they need to stop being sick and crabby. I realize its 8pm, the bowl of cereal I grabbed at my parents isn’t holding me over, I have no clean bottles and there is still a huge pile of dust bunnies on my living room carpet. I ignore the bunnies since they have been there since Saturday when I certain some one thought it was dumb to vacuum since he convinced himself and me he would vacuum after installing our new window. I change into pajamas since I of course have spit up on my work shirt, and make a bowl of cereal: this of course temps Alexis. Now she wants one, fine no big deal until it ends up on my floor with her standing in it: And the best part: her shirt didn’t get wet. Not like I really care at that point since her pants and socks are covered in milk and frosted flakes. Jake strolls into the kitchen and of course yells at Alexis: I’m just grateful it’s not on my carpet with the bunnies. The dogs licking it, Jake is yelling and Lexi’s telling everyone her shirt isn’t wet. I leave and go into the living room and eat alone. I finish my cereal and go back to the kitchen to clean the mess that I know Jake didn’t, and Lexi is happily eating her new bowl of cereal. As I start to do the dishes since Reid is screaming, like he was getting the shots all over again, I have now realized Jake has decided to go to bed, since I have been yelling at him since I walked in the door to HELP!!!!!! If he actually was sleeping I would have been tempted to smother him with a pill instead I yell some more for him to get up and help. Now he can’t get Reid since he made it clear: Reid is NOT his responsibility. So now at that point I just want to pack up and leave, yet I can’t since that would require more work than I already have to do. So I get Lexi ready for bed, put her bed, ignore her demands of things she needs to sleep and try to calm Reid down, which is so dumb on my part since I do not have food in my hands, he could care less that I’m trying to calm him down so his face goes back to a normal color instead of a reddish/purple. So I leave him in the swing and start making bottles. Jake at this point must have gotten tired of the screaming since he finally picked up Reid, which in reality means; he has been screaming non-stop for at least a half an hour. I make bottles for him and put his pajamas on: I try to give him Tylenol thinking that might help, well of course the lid is stuck and then Jake decides to get involved and opens it. I end up dripping it on his pajamas and have to change him. Feed him a bottle which takes at least 45 mins since I don’t think he is actually hungry he just wants the bottle to drip formula into his mouth while he sleeps. Finally at 9:50 pm, he is done for the night. I still have dished to do, a kitchen to mop and bunnies that I know are looking at me while I feed Reid. So I do finish the dishes, mop the floor so there is no milk left on the ground, do a load of laundry, and make it in to bed at 1030. Only to wake at 500 am w/a hungry baby, a kid who is in my bed coughing, Jake snoring and an 80lb dog at the foot of my bed. . Reid then proceeds to fall back asleep while I heat up his bottle. So I wake him up, since he woke me up in the first place, feed him, get ready for work, make more bottles, get Lexi up and leave for another day at work. Make it through half the day, call and check on my kids only to hear what I already now: Reid is crabby and screaming (again) and Lexi is still coughing. But the topper? My mom asks where the diapers are since she has been telling me for a week she needs them. I forgot was the reply, and she asked me how I forgot them. I really don’t know, but something has to change