I post again tonight, because I have to relieve some frustration right now.
WHY? (I sob and laugh at the same time while shaking my head)
WHY do they pee in their rooms?
Honestly, the bathroom is 20 steps away and no one is using it?
WHY couldn't I have used a straight face when talking to them and punishing them about peeing in their room?
WHY do they wrestle and want to hurt each other, cry about and then do it again?
WHY is it that I can yell and punish them and they do it again?
WHY, WHY, WHY are boys so gross?
and WHY do I have 4 of them?
AM I being punished?
Is this karma? (i don't really believe in it)
Okay...vent done... I feel better.
I will resume to my mission, if I can even get started.
Emma go to sleep!!!!!
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Woman on a mission
Okay, I have something I have been avoiding for days.
I keep saying I am gonna get to it and I just don't wanna.
I HAVE TO FOLD THE MOUNTAIN!!!!!
I call it Mt. Bigney.
It is the huge laundry pile we all live out of, because I HATE TO FOLD THE LAUNDRY.
I would rather clean a BOYS toilet then fold laundry.
This mountain of laundry is clean and off the floor.
Yes, it is on the couch and chair.
Where does every one sit?
Well, we don't have much company...(I think they are afraid of the hooligans that keep following me home)
And as for the Hooligans, they can sit on the floor. (they are probably dirty anyway.)
I have a nice comfy recliner I sit in with the baby when I have to feed or rock her. Which unless I am feeding or rocking her I don't get to sit in it at all. (too much to do I guess)
I sometimes share the recliner with Jeff, but he usually just moves the mountain over to the side a little and sits on the couch. (he is so strong, he can move mountains, he's a dream boat!)
Why am I sharing this with you, you ask?
Well, I am now on a mission to conquer the mountain and put it all away.
If I say it out loud and let the public know that I need to get this done, the world (tee hee) will wonder if I fulfilled my mission.
I Katie Bigney will concur this mountain tonight.
I will have it folded and hung up and all put away by morning.
(say a few prayers for me, that Emma and the boys will go to bed a decent hour)
If you don't hear from me in a few days, send a search party!!!!
I keep saying I am gonna get to it and I just don't wanna.
I HAVE TO FOLD THE MOUNTAIN!!!!!
I call it Mt. Bigney.
It is the huge laundry pile we all live out of, because I HATE TO FOLD THE LAUNDRY.
I would rather clean a BOYS toilet then fold laundry.
This mountain of laundry is clean and off the floor.
Yes, it is on the couch and chair.
Where does every one sit?
Well, we don't have much company...(I think they are afraid of the hooligans that keep following me home)
And as for the Hooligans, they can sit on the floor. (they are probably dirty anyway.)
I have a nice comfy recliner I sit in with the baby when I have to feed or rock her. Which unless I am feeding or rocking her I don't get to sit in it at all. (too much to do I guess)
I sometimes share the recliner with Jeff, but he usually just moves the mountain over to the side a little and sits on the couch. (he is so strong, he can move mountains, he's a dream boat!)
Why am I sharing this with you, you ask?
Well, I am now on a mission to conquer the mountain and put it all away.
If I say it out loud and let the public know that I need to get this done, the world (tee hee) will wonder if I fulfilled my mission.
I Katie Bigney will concur this mountain tonight.
I will have it folded and hung up and all put away by morning.
(say a few prayers for me, that Emma and the boys will go to bed a decent hour)
If you don't hear from me in a few days, send a search party!!!!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
A mop in the TREE
Well, I must go back to explain why I have a mop in the tree and how I found out about it.
A few days ago, I had the mop.
The next day I didn't.
I had to mop my floors last night.
Because the property manager, with whom we rent the house from, wanted to have the annual walk through.
No big deal, they just want to make sure we aren't completely gross (much to every ones disbelief, we ARE clean and ARE NOT disgusting.) and they want to get a list of stuff that needs to be repaired. (which is VERY small, I swear)
I went to the laundry room where I had to look around a huge pile of dirty clothes, (only because my washing machine broke early that day) to find my mop.
Not there?
I looked out side on the back porch, just in case Jeff put it there to dry, nope , not there either?
I looked in the garage.
I even looked in the boys room... you never know around here.
I gave up after a while when I had reached the point I wanted to swear.
Instead I used wet rags (which now I have to wash with no washing machine) and sprayed the floor and used my foot to scrub. This method has worked well in the past.
I almost finished the whole house.
And because of the missing mop and the time I wasted looking for it I never got to the 3 loads of clean dry laundry that was on the couch that needed to be folded and put away.
Other than that, I successfully finished everything.
At 3am, when I had snuggled under the covers, I still wondered after my mop.
I think you all can figure out now where it had gone.
After very few hours of sleep, I helped get the boys off to school, realized there was not a slice of bread to make a sandwich with in the house, off to the store I went.
Back with doughnuts, (never shop when you are hungry) and bags of food.
I asked after the mop.
I asked Jeff because it never occurred to me that my boys would take the mop. (duh... idiot, I know) You see they hate cleaning. And mops are not like brooms (check old posts below), they aren't as effective for weapon use.
"I have no idea" he replied wondering to himself.
We talked about possible places it could be.
Out of the corner of my eye I see the boys chatting quietly.
Caleb is so sweet when he says, with his toothy grin, "Um... Mom... I think the broom is in the back yard..... in a tree."
"What?"
I don't even ask why.
I don't really want to know the truth.
I am just glad I can mop again like regular people. And I don't have to spend more money for a new one.
Jeff chimes in... " what? why is it in the back yard?" Men... why do they ask?
"Um.... I don't know" Matthew says.
Total lie.
"but it is wet and muddy" he says matter of factly.
Jeff and I just look at each other, we both sigh and go about what we were doing before.
I guess I need to buy a new mop anyway now.
So, if you ever lose your mop, you might want to look up a tree.
A few days ago, I had the mop.
The next day I didn't.
I had to mop my floors last night.
Because the property manager, with whom we rent the house from, wanted to have the annual walk through.
No big deal, they just want to make sure we aren't completely gross (much to every ones disbelief, we ARE clean and ARE NOT disgusting.) and they want to get a list of stuff that needs to be repaired. (which is VERY small, I swear)
I went to the laundry room where I had to look around a huge pile of dirty clothes, (only because my washing machine broke early that day) to find my mop.
Not there?
I looked out side on the back porch, just in case Jeff put it there to dry, nope , not there either?
I looked in the garage.
I even looked in the boys room... you never know around here.
I gave up after a while when I had reached the point I wanted to swear.
Instead I used wet rags (which now I have to wash with no washing machine) and sprayed the floor and used my foot to scrub. This method has worked well in the past.
I almost finished the whole house.
And because of the missing mop and the time I wasted looking for it I never got to the 3 loads of clean dry laundry that was on the couch that needed to be folded and put away.
Other than that, I successfully finished everything.
At 3am, when I had snuggled under the covers, I still wondered after my mop.
I think you all can figure out now where it had gone.
After very few hours of sleep, I helped get the boys off to school, realized there was not a slice of bread to make a sandwich with in the house, off to the store I went.
Back with doughnuts, (never shop when you are hungry) and bags of food.
I asked after the mop.
I asked Jeff because it never occurred to me that my boys would take the mop. (duh... idiot, I know) You see they hate cleaning. And mops are not like brooms (check old posts below), they aren't as effective for weapon use.
"I have no idea" he replied wondering to himself.
We talked about possible places it could be.
Out of the corner of my eye I see the boys chatting quietly.
Caleb is so sweet when he says, with his toothy grin, "Um... Mom... I think the broom is in the back yard..... in a tree."
"What?"
I don't even ask why.
I don't really want to know the truth.
I am just glad I can mop again like regular people. And I don't have to spend more money for a new one.
Jeff chimes in... " what? why is it in the back yard?" Men... why do they ask?
"Um.... I don't know" Matthew says.
Total lie.
"but it is wet and muddy" he says matter of factly.
Jeff and I just look at each other, we both sigh and go about what we were doing before.
I guess I need to buy a new mop anyway now.
So, if you ever lose your mop, you might want to look up a tree.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I cleaned Emma's room yesterday.
It was so much fun.
Now I am usually not one for cleaning, I wish to some day have a maid. (but for now I will take the boys doing their chores!)
There is so much pink in that room.
I like to just walk in there and look around.
Photo shoot
Today was fun, she decided that leaking through her pajamas was going to be her major activity for the morning so we had to change.
What will Mom pick out?
Well it is her clothes so I asked her opinion.
We luckily have the same taste and decided on a lovely pink ensemble with white pink pany hose.
Wow, who knew that putting on some teeny tiny panty hose would make me so happy and the highlight of my day?
It is so exciting to me I have to post it on my blog.
After 4 boys this was really a treat.
We, of course knowing how adorable she looked, decided on a photo shoot.
She is just so pretty.
And the real shocker is she came from ME!?!
Monday, September 24, 2007
So I changed the title of my blog.
So sue me!!!
I liked the other title because of the place I was at, at the time I was starting it. It was good too. But I really wanted to incorporate my last name.
Bigney.
I like this one.
sorry if you get confused.
Story of my life.
I liked the other title because of the place I was at, at the time I was starting it. It was good too. But I really wanted to incorporate my last name.
Bigney.
I like this one.
sorry if you get confused.
Story of my life.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
I should be in bed right now...
*deep sigh*
I do that alot. if I don't, I might explode.
Today was a very fun and very lazy day.
My wonderful husband let me sleep in. Which really means there is just more mess to clean up when I do get up. But it was worth it. I needed it badly.
We watched DVR'd episodes of one of our favorite shows on TV. Eureka on the Sci-fi channel.
The best. Very funny. I recommend it to anyone.
and that is pretty much it.
We rearragned the furniture in our bedroom because...
Our land lord wants to have a walk through next week. We were going to spend the whole day cleaning, but we realized that I am amazing.
I am.
Really.
I swear.
The house is not too bad. I need to wash the ever dirty walls. but I am very smart and will wait until the day before to do that, along with deep cleaning the boys bathroom.
Because what is the point.
They are boys.
They are gross.
They will get it dirty.
*Big giant yawn*
I am one tired Mama.
Oh, I did get to play dress up, it is my all time favorite thing to do. I got to put on little tiny panty hose. I am looking forward to church just so she can wear her panty hose with the frilly fanny, and little black shoes.
I LOVE HAVING A GIRL!!!!!
I do that alot. if I don't, I might explode.
Today was a very fun and very lazy day.
My wonderful husband let me sleep in. Which really means there is just more mess to clean up when I do get up. But it was worth it. I needed it badly.
We watched DVR'd episodes of one of our favorite shows on TV. Eureka on the Sci-fi channel.
The best. Very funny. I recommend it to anyone.
and that is pretty much it.
We rearragned the furniture in our bedroom because...
Our land lord wants to have a walk through next week. We were going to spend the whole day cleaning, but we realized that I am amazing.
I am.
Really.
I swear.
The house is not too bad. I need to wash the ever dirty walls. but I am very smart and will wait until the day before to do that, along with deep cleaning the boys bathroom.
Because what is the point.
They are boys.
They are gross.
They will get it dirty.
*Big giant yawn*
I am one tired Mama.
Oh, I did get to play dress up, it is my all time favorite thing to do. I got to put on little tiny panty hose. I am looking forward to church just so she can wear her panty hose with the frilly fanny, and little black shoes.
I LOVE HAVING A GIRL!!!!!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
*DEEP SIGH*
Well, where do i begin....
it has been a long day and I didn't get much done.
This morning was long and cold and tedious. Emma just didn't want me to put her down.
Sammy just wanted to play, and I just wanted to sleep.
Sleep is my favorite word.
I should go to bed, but I have been waiting for everyone to go away so i can have my very own, no one else is gonna have Rootbeer float.
Tomorrow is another long day.
it has been a long day and I didn't get much done.
This morning was long and cold and tedious. Emma just didn't want me to put her down.
Sammy just wanted to play, and I just wanted to sleep.
Sleep is my favorite word.
I should go to bed, but I have been waiting for everyone to go away so i can have my very own, no one else is gonna have Rootbeer float.
Tomorrow is another long day.
- boys off to school by 7:20am for the bus.
- breakfast and dishes that didn't get done tonight, because I ran out of hot water tonight after Caleb and Sam took a bath.
- then laundry... the worst (i would rather clean a boys toilet than put away and hang up laundry)
- lunch and wake up jeff from is nap.
- Plan dinner for the missionaries.
- Go to store for dinner for the missionaries.
- Parent teacher conference for caleb
- Jeff off to Dentist (I guess I should make some thing soft for Jeff, huh?)
- Chores and homework after school.
- Dinner with the missionaries.
- Boys off to bed.
- Planning the next day.
yes, my life is boring.
But I like it.
Okay most of the time I like it.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
So sad, sweet thing.
My sweet friend Emily, here in this great little town I live in, has a beautiful baby girl Lily that is 6 months old.
On Sunday she was sent to the hospital and was found to have a grapefruit size tumor in her kidney. She is only six months old, how big could her kidney be at that age. Smaller than a grapefruit right?
She is now at UC Davis Medial Center in Davis, really close to Sacramento. They removed her kidney and is recovering. They plan to do chemo and radiation treatment. She has cancer. Did I mention she is only 6 months old?
this all has made me think and worry.
I thought about how fragile life really is.
And I worried about my sweet Emma even more.
I just hope and pray she will stay healthy.
That all my family will stay healthy.
Think good thoughts and say a few prayers.
She is one of the nicest girls I have ever met.
Here is a link with her story:
http://caringbridge.org/visit/lilliansmith
Monday, September 17, 2007
A Blessed Events
My sisters baby shower was Saturday and she is so cute pregnant. She is having a boy. We are so excited.
We blessed our sweet baby girl on Sunday.
We drove all the way to Sacramento, where all our family is, and Jeff blessed her in my parents ward.
She was so beautiful.
Isn't he is such a pretty baby?
MyMom and I took her to the Picture People in Sunrise Mall there in Sacramento and it took an hour with pictures and they did a good job.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
I need an Industrial Broom
I need one with the following qualities:
- One strong enough to with stand four boys.
- Constant use and torture.
- Possible use as a boys back yard weapon.
- Possible use as a sword or tripping device.
- Possible use as a bridge that will hold at least 60 lbs.
- Needed for retrieving toys from under couches or beds.
- No dust pan needed
I am so serious. Since January alone we have gone through at least 6 brooms. I recently went to the Dollar store and bought 2. One for them and one for me.
They broke both.
Okay, I could try and make them leave it alone or hide it ... who am I kidding... they will find it. They are like hound dogs on the hunt.
So first thing to do tomorrow is to go to the local Walmart and buy a new one and hope it will last through out the month.
I go to the local Walmart at least 5 times a week. For one thing or another. What I need to do is to invest in some stock in Walmart or... I could get a job there and get the discount.
Since getting the job anywhere would mean them totally destroying everything, I will just stick to my day to day job of Mom. It will not completely stop them from destroying everything but at least I can clean it up right away.
Which is not easy with out a BROOM!
Friday, September 7, 2007
Whining, boys and mud..whatever.
What is with boys and mud?
I just don't get it.
Why do they have to make mud every time they play out in the back yard?
"Mom can I have the water key?" (We take the water key off the faucet because we figured out they abuse the use of the water key when we leave it on the faucet... mud.)
Why?
"I need to put water in Zoey's water dish."
"Okay then, fine," i say "but bring it right back!"
I promise mom. (they never bring it back and they think they are being sneaky and I can't hear that the water is on.)
Whatever...
Dad says very loudly..."Quit playing in the mud!!!"
They whine and cry that they got themselves all dirty and HAVE to take a bath. ( they would live in the bath tub if I let them)
Boo Hoo!!
"There is the hose." I yell, "USE IT!"
"No mom, it is too cold for my dainty little body... I'm just a little boy!!"
Whine, whine, whine!
My favorite part is when they squeal like little girls when Daddy hoses them down with the cold water. Tee hee hee...
* DEEP SIGH* *giggle*
Whatever
Time for Baths.
Okay, Dad just said no bath... they have to take a shower.... 4 little boys one after the other...
the bathroom floor is covered with water, wet clothes and wet towels that were never used to dry off a human body, they were used abused as if they were trash. They don't need clean towels.
"Mom... I need a towel."
I have seen enough little.....um... boy parts, to last a life time.
I have given a child the chore to clean the bathroom after the "mud bath".
Then comes the vow, never, ever, ever to get muddy again.
Whatever.
Dad says "why do you let them play in the mud?"
and I just say....
Whatever.
Dad shouts, "you better get on underwear!!!"
I smile.
*deep sigh* *giggle*
Whatever.
I just don't get it.
Why do they have to make mud every time they play out in the back yard?
"Mom can I have the water key?" (We take the water key off the faucet because we figured out they abuse the use of the water key when we leave it on the faucet... mud.)
Why?
"I need to put water in Zoey's water dish."
"Okay then, fine," i say "but bring it right back!"
I promise mom. (they never bring it back and they think they are being sneaky and I can't hear that the water is on.)
Whatever...
Dad says very loudly..."Quit playing in the mud!!!"
They whine and cry that they got themselves all dirty and HAVE to take a bath. ( they would live in the bath tub if I let them)
Boo Hoo!!
"There is the hose." I yell, "USE IT!"
"No mom, it is too cold for my dainty little body... I'm just a little boy!!"
Whine, whine, whine!
My favorite part is when they squeal like little girls when Daddy hoses them down with the cold water. Tee hee hee...
* DEEP SIGH* *giggle*
Whatever
Time for Baths.
Okay, Dad just said no bath... they have to take a shower.... 4 little boys one after the other...
the bathroom floor is covered with water, wet clothes and wet towels that were never used to dry off a human body, they were used abused as if they were trash. They don't need clean towels.
"Mom... I need a towel."
I have seen enough little.....um... boy parts, to last a life time.
I have given a child the chore to clean the bathroom after the "mud bath".
Then comes the vow, never, ever, ever to get muddy again.
Whatever.
Dad says "why do you let them play in the mud?"
and I just say....
Whatever.
Dad shouts, "you better get on underwear!!!"
I smile.
*deep sigh* *giggle*
Whatever.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
She screams like a girl!
WHoly cow!!!! She sounds like a girl.
That statement would, to some, sound weird.
Because, of course, Girls are suppose to sound like girls.
But I am not used to girl stuff. Even my girl stuff was never girlie. I live in a boy house.
She is so perfectly girlie. From her slight curl on her forehead to her PJ's that have a little pink shoe on the toe.
Laundry alone is weird. All that blue, red and green and then a little tiny pink. It will stop you in your tracks.
Her room... Wow. very girlie. and very pink.
Even though I change a ton of diapers, and I have proof, I am still in shock that I actually have a girl.
A girl that screams like a girl.
So freakin' Weird!
That statement would, to some, sound weird.
Because, of course, Girls are suppose to sound like girls.
But I am not used to girl stuff. Even my girl stuff was never girlie. I live in a boy house.
She is so perfectly girlie. From her slight curl on her forehead to her PJ's that have a little pink shoe on the toe.
Laundry alone is weird. All that blue, red and green and then a little tiny pink. It will stop you in your tracks.
Her room... Wow. very girlie. and very pink.
Even though I change a ton of diapers, and I have proof, I am still in shock that I actually have a girl.
A girl that screams like a girl.
So freakin' Weird!
okay, proof I need more sleep.
I just re-read my last post and I can see all the mispelled words. And it will bug me forever!!!!!
Sorry about that. I need more sleep. can't anyone hear me!!!!!
Sorry about that. I need more sleep. can't anyone hear me!!!!!
the day has just begun...
and i want a magic spell to turn back time and freeze it while i sleep some more.
sleep is not a ... umber one priority in my life. i could go a whole day on 4 hours.
no it is not smart but it is what i HAVE to do. i don't get to pick.
Now that my left had is free I can type with both hands and maybe use capital letters where they belong.
Holding sweet princess Emma and typing is never easy. She is singing now, but it won't last, never does.
Since I have been awake today I have ...well done nothing. I did get dressed and eat food, and start more laundry. The wonderful King of this house hold, my sweetheart, Jeff, got all the boys ff to school, made me food, clean a nasty diaper and ever got the princess dressed today. He is now off to dream land. He works night at the local dungeon and has to sleep most of the day.
Sleep... lucky dog.
Today is filled with a grand adventure. I get to fold laundry, wash laundry and fold it again. I also get to wash dishes and even... you'll be jealous... I get to help with homework, that everyone will complain about, supervise chores, that everyone will complain about, and I get to make a fantastic dinner, that everyone will complain about.
Wait... am I the Queen or...do queens do house work and homework?
sleep is not a ... umber one priority in my life. i could go a whole day on 4 hours.
no it is not smart but it is what i HAVE to do. i don't get to pick.
Now that my left had is free I can type with both hands and maybe use capital letters where they belong.
Holding sweet princess Emma and typing is never easy. She is singing now, but it won't last, never does.
Since I have been awake today I have ...well done nothing. I did get dressed and eat food, and start more laundry. The wonderful King of this house hold, my sweetheart, Jeff, got all the boys ff to school, made me food, clean a nasty diaper and ever got the princess dressed today. He is now off to dream land. He works night at the local dungeon and has to sleep most of the day.
Sleep... lucky dog.
Today is filled with a grand adventure. I get to fold laundry, wash laundry and fold it again. I also get to wash dishes and even... you'll be jealous... I get to help with homework, that everyone will complain about, supervise chores, that everyone will complain about, and I get to make a fantastic dinner, that everyone will complain about.
Wait... am I the Queen or...do queens do house work and homework?
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Once upon a time....
.... in a far off place, away from all normalness, lived a Queen and ALOT of pee.
This beautiful and wonderfully talented Queen and her King (who worked hours of overtime in the dungeon and never saw this oh so wonderful Queen) had a beautiful Princess... but only after giving birth to FOUR boys in a row. The Queen refused to claim them as Princes, because princes are not that gross.
This blog is the the day to day story of that Oh, so wonderful Queen and her ever hardworking King, their beautiful new baby Princess and their terrific but most of the time gross, four boys.
This beautiful and wonderfully talented Queen and her King (who worked hours of overtime in the dungeon and never saw this oh so wonderful Queen) had a beautiful Princess... but only after giving birth to FOUR boys in a row. The Queen refused to claim them as Princes, because princes are not that gross.
This blog is the the day to day story of that Oh, so wonderful Queen and her ever hardworking King, their beautiful new baby Princess and their terrific but most of the time gross, four boys.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)