Apology Note

I have been eaten by facebook.

I don't know when it will let me escape.

Babies No More

How did my babies get so old?

That is the question of the day, maybe even the year. Actually, a better question would be: how did they get so old and I seem to have stayed the same age? Well, inside I haven't. I'm still that young, clueless mother who barely knew how to put a diaper on her newborn daughter. Ten years have passed and the problems aren't so simple to figure out. Used to be getting my daughter on the toilet in time was the biggest challenge of the day. Now it's getting her out of bed in the morning, quickly followed by curbing her monstrous-sized mouth.

Which brings me to last night and the "lovely" time I had explaining to her why she couldn't sleep over her friend's house in Norristown. For those not familiar with this town, let's just say it's not the safest place to live/be. That and it's about 45 minutes from our house.

"But Mom," she kept protesting; "Tiana spends every weekend with her grandparents and if I can't sleep over there then I'll never be able to have a sleepover with her!"

So what did I do? I called Dave at work and told him the situation after explaining my reasons for saying no until my tongue practically went numb. She never takes no for an answer with me and lately seems to turn everything into a fight. Well, he immediately said no way (I knew he would; we're usually on the same page when it comes to our parenting) and explained why to her. He said the same exact things I said to her, but for some reason she took it better coming from him. Go figure.

I am so not right for this Mom gig. *sigh*

Just Randomness (as usual)

I just wasted two hours or so of my life last night watching an old movie I got from the library: Don't Look Now. It should've been called Don't WATCH Now instead because I spent the whole time waiting for this big crescendo of an ending or moment and when it did come it was so stupid and confusing it was ridiculous. I don't know what was scarier: the lady in the red raincoat or Donald Sutherland's afro (it came out in 1973).

Moving on...

It is another rainy, blahish day and besides going grocery shopping after lunch I have no big plans. The kids are in school and that's enough for me! They were off last Friday and drove me bat-poop crazy, so I'm loving the fact that they're off at school this Friday. Emily's mouth was particularly bad this morning so she's missing out on some TV tonight (for her this is a punishment akin to being boiled in butter). Of course she thought this was unfair but hey, so is her treatment of me at times! They tell me it's the age (she's 10) but this is not new behavior. I guess she's just one of those "difficult" children. Well, I can only imagine how bad it'll be when she hits the teen years. That is when I will start drinking.

At work people are already checking out Christmas cds, movies and books and the other day while driving home from work one radio station was playing Christmas songs! What the hell, people?! Halloween is barely over and already it's time for "Silver Bells" and "Do You Hear What I Hear"??? I think it's more like "Silver Coins" and "Do You Hear What I Hear: The Cash Registers Going Ka-Ching!"! Thanksgiving is getting so close and while it makes me happy in one way (gotta love my husband's homemade southern-style mac and cheese!), it makes me a little stressed because my husband works retail. In a gaming store. Yeh. This means (even more) insane hours and him being all grumptious (Is that a word? It should be.)and less of a help with the kids and house than usual. Hard to get in the Spirit of Christmas when you're all fried out.

That's where Zoloft comes in. Or at least it would if I could be consistent in taking it. Some days I'm just so busy getting myself, Dave and the kids ready for work and school that I forget and then the next thing you know it's 3 o'clock and time for Round 2 of Craziness: housecleaning, dog care, homework, supper, laundry, showers, bedtime. After a day or two of forgetting I suddenly feel like Tommy in Tommy Boy:"I just want to drive my car off an enbankment!"

Thank God for chocolate, eh?

I wasn't tagged to post 6 things of randomness, but I will anyway because, like you, Amy girl, I love randomness:

*I collect porcelain pigs. I don't really know why or even when it started, but somehow I've managed to aquire enough to fill the top middle shelf in my kitchen.

*After I had my daughter I lost so much blood I almost needed a transfusion. Dave says I was blue like a Smurf. Scary stuff indeed.

*I've only met one famous person in my life and that's the author Elizabeth George Spears (she wrote the classic children's books The Witch of Blackbird Pond and The Sign of the Beaver). She was a friend of my Nana's and lived fairly close to her, so one day while visiting Nana took me to her house to meet EGS. She was really sweet and somewhere at my parents' there's a picture of us together.

*I am the only person in my family who cannot curl their tongue. This saddens me.

*I have seen two angels. One I just saw the wings of (think John Travolta in Michael) and the other I just saw the face.

*If I could have one superpower it would definitely be flying. There's just nothing cooler, in my opinion.

Well, I should really get a shower now and breakfast, so...until next time...

What, Me Worry?

I am seriously on the fence, politically speaking. Seriously, I like lots of things about Obama and McCain, so who the heck do I vote for? I want the person who is going to make things a bit easier on the economy. And a second stimulus check wouldn't hurt! At any rate, I think the US needs some serious prayers tomorrow night!!

That all aside, today has been a decent day for a Monday. A little on the chilly side, but that is to be expected in November. I know it could always (and will)be worse. I'm a bit bummed that I didn't find any good "trash pickins'" on my walk at work today. I guess the garbage men beat me to it. :(. But here are some pictures of my previous, er, goods:




(Sorry the pictures came out so dark.I am not the world's greatest photographer, I'll the first to admit.)

Dinner is just about ready. My man is slaving away in the kitchen as I type ;). Now if only he'd pain the house or something so I could take a nap...