(I am counting the ways)
Right now I am loving the word "no".
I am sick. Really sick.
The kind of sick, you just want to sleep through.
But since Mom's aren't allowed to get sick, I have to trudge through the day and be mom.
I do like saying "No". (Not all the time, just today)
Because I am a mom, and just because they have made my day worse.
They are soooo bored. I am thinking cabin fever of some sort.
We got out of the house yesterday and headed to my mom's house.
My mom used to have a trampoline in her backyard, but since the last storm it landed in a tree.
Yes, I wrote that right. It flew up and landed in a tree and got stuck. Broke beyond fixing, so it is "very boring" and Grandma's house now.
They didn't get much energy out over there and since they found the "thought it was lost forever" Lego Star Wars (for the Wii) game they got for Christmas, that is all they want to do.
I have been saying no all day.
bad boys + cranky, sick mom + cranky sick baby= a lot of "no"s.
They just are being so mean to each other.
There is NO "love at home" with these guys.
I am looking forward to Jeff's days off. Gonna work on the garage and hopefully get better.
I wish I could say it is the other way around. I can't stand the garage. You can't even walk through it and I need to find so many things.
So the #1 thing I "LOVE" is the word "NO"..... that is for today anyway.
I am hoping tomorrow I will be loving my kids. I do love them, I just don't like them much....today!
(Michael doesn't count, he is way cute and I will love him everyday....until he is old enough to beat up a sibling, that is)
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
So many things
I have so many things to say.
But what do I really say and what do I keep to myself.
We will start with me.
I failed. I didn't do what the last post said I was gonna do. I can't even keep that going.
Okay, I may be selfish, but...
Jeff's new work schedule is 3rd watch. He works 2:30pm to 10:30pm Wednesday to Sunday. He has Monday and Tuesday off.
(We can work with it because Church is at 10am and we will get out just in time for him to go home, change his clothes and head to work.
It is better than nothing.)
Every morning Jeff gets the boys off to school. I stay in bed and am usually feeding Michael or sound out asleep with him in my arms.
Yes, I am grateful he is there to do that.
My only beef is, why is he making me feel guilty for it? He wants to sleep in too, I know, but I am not sleeping in. I am getting sleep.
I do not ask for Jeff's help in the middle of the night. Mostly because he doesn't hear me, and by the time he finally does, I am already so mad at him I just want to punch him in the face.
I do not mind this night life I have. I wanted another baby. Plus, he is so stinkin cute. And he is really good. He isn't up crying, he is happy, just awake. (most of the time)
So, how do I tell Jeff to stop making me feel guilty for wanting to get the sleep I don't get?
He gets at least a full 6 hours straight. (He gets home late) I am lucky if I get 2 hours straight.
I am so frustrated. I am the one who handles the homework at night, and the boys getting ready for school, and the discipline when they are home after school. Jeff's gets them ready for school.
That is it.
And I already have them ready to go, except physically putting the clothes on their bodies and spoon feeding them breakfast.
I try and make Jeff's life easy in the morning by having the boys prepped the night before.
Okay, done complaining.
Boys are good. Loud and eager to play the Wii.
I love the Wii.
They will do almost anything to play.
Emma is good. Fiesty as ever. Adorable. Determined. Wonderful...your normal and typical Scoville girl.
Boys taught Emma to say many bad things, I will not repeat on here.
We will see how the nursery class goes at church. (That is when they usually repeat everything you don't want them to.)
I went through all my scrapbooks pages and I love them. Except a few recent (in the last 2 years) and a ton from my first years ofscrapbooking.
I plan on starting on Michael's book as soon as I can order pictures and get them off my dad's computer.
I also have to find my camera. It broke right before Christmas and I haven't seen it since Jeff decided he was gonna take it apart and try to fix it. I don't care about the camera, it is the 2 gig memory card I want back. And for all I know it is somewhere out in the garage in a box. As is a million other things.
We are still WAY behind on unpacking.
We have to move 3 boxes to get to one box.
In our haste to move, we packed boxes witout marking them and with the weather we have not been able to move stuff out on to our drive way to get to the unmarked box that is under 3 boxes.
We have time. We signed a one year lease, but I really like it over here...so we will see.
I need so MANY things to organize this house. I still need curtains. I have curtains for Emma and the boys rooms, but they are too short.
Jeff can not remember if he took down the curtain fixtures from he last house we lived it or if they are in a box, probably unmarked, and under 3 boxes.
So basically my life is great, mostly unmarked and under 3 boxes.
But what do I really say and what do I keep to myself.
We will start with me.
I failed. I didn't do what the last post said I was gonna do. I can't even keep that going.
Okay, I may be selfish, but...
Jeff's new work schedule is 3rd watch. He works 2:30pm to 10:30pm Wednesday to Sunday. He has Monday and Tuesday off.
(We can work with it because Church is at 10am and we will get out just in time for him to go home, change his clothes and head to work.
It is better than nothing.)
Every morning Jeff gets the boys off to school. I stay in bed and am usually feeding Michael or sound out asleep with him in my arms.
Yes, I am grateful he is there to do that.
My only beef is, why is he making me feel guilty for it? He wants to sleep in too, I know, but I am not sleeping in. I am getting sleep.
I do not ask for Jeff's help in the middle of the night. Mostly because he doesn't hear me, and by the time he finally does, I am already so mad at him I just want to punch him in the face.
I do not mind this night life I have. I wanted another baby. Plus, he is so stinkin cute. And he is really good. He isn't up crying, he is happy, just awake. (most of the time)
So, how do I tell Jeff to stop making me feel guilty for wanting to get the sleep I don't get?
He gets at least a full 6 hours straight. (He gets home late) I am lucky if I get 2 hours straight.
I am so frustrated. I am the one who handles the homework at night, and the boys getting ready for school, and the discipline when they are home after school. Jeff's gets them ready for school.
That is it.
And I already have them ready to go, except physically putting the clothes on their bodies and spoon feeding them breakfast.
I try and make Jeff's life easy in the morning by having the boys prepped the night before.
Okay, done complaining.
Boys are good. Loud and eager to play the Wii.
I love the Wii.
They will do almost anything to play.
Emma is good. Fiesty as ever. Adorable. Determined. Wonderful...your normal and typical Scoville girl.
Boys taught Emma to say many bad things, I will not repeat on here.
We will see how the nursery class goes at church. (That is when they usually repeat everything you don't want them to.)
I went through all my scrapbooks pages and I love them. Except a few recent (in the last 2 years) and a ton from my first years ofscrapbooking.
I plan on starting on Michael's book as soon as I can order pictures and get them off my dad's computer.
I also have to find my camera. It broke right before Christmas and I haven't seen it since Jeff decided he was gonna take it apart and try to fix it. I don't care about the camera, it is the 2 gig memory card I want back. And for all I know it is somewhere out in the garage in a box. As is a million other things.
We are still WAY behind on unpacking.
We have to move 3 boxes to get to one box.
In our haste to move, we packed boxes witout marking them and with the weather we have not been able to move stuff out on to our drive way to get to the unmarked box that is under 3 boxes.
We have time. We signed a one year lease, but I really like it over here...so we will see.
I need so MANY things to organize this house. I still need curtains. I have curtains for Emma and the boys rooms, but they are too short.
Jeff can not remember if he took down the curtain fixtures from he last house we lived it or if they are in a box, probably unmarked, and under 3 boxes.
So basically my life is great, mostly unmarked and under 3 boxes.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
ONLY MINUTES
I only have a few minutes because..... well frankly because I am crazy and I decided to have 6 kids and the baby of those six kids is fussing and I have to hurry.
I was reading a friends blog (Danielle, I am so glad you are blogging again) and I like her idea. Only blogging once a week.
I will do it more, just to annoy you, but once a week I will post a picture. I will only blog on the family blog once a week. (that is when I finally get a camera and can post a picture)
Yep, he is screaming now, oh and Emma fell..... Matthew to the rescue.
So happy to be home.
I went to my mom's house the other day and it was nice having the option to go home when I wanted.
Last night I got to watch a movie with my sister and law and niece and nephews. Just got the movie, texted them and they were able to be here in 25 minutes.
I love that I had to drive to my sisters house and there wasn't snow on the ground. just rain.
Happy that i can go get different nephews and have a sleep over again.
The bummer of my days here is....
Matthew is out of medicine. His pediatrician that I really do love, does not think ADD is real, it is just a way of teachers and parents to control their active children and students.
If you have ever been around Matthew when he is not medicated, you would know it is real and a real challenge.
We don't enforce the medication every day of the week. mostly during the school week and church.
He just can't control his brain and the things he says and does. for example, he didn't think twice about hurting his brother for something as silly and goofy as sticking his tongue out at Matthew. It is so frustrating. So now I have to find a new pediatrician and soon. Or I might just kill him or myself.... no i wont really, but i will seriously..... okay, i will just say it will be bad.
life has it's ups and downs.
we are broke again.... okay we were always that, but living at mom's it felt like we had money.
oh he is screaming now. i will annoy you more later.
I was reading a friends blog (Danielle, I am so glad you are blogging again) and I like her idea. Only blogging once a week.
I will do it more, just to annoy you, but once a week I will post a picture. I will only blog on the family blog once a week. (that is when I finally get a camera and can post a picture)
Yep, he is screaming now, oh and Emma fell..... Matthew to the rescue.
So happy to be home.
I went to my mom's house the other day and it was nice having the option to go home when I wanted.
Last night I got to watch a movie with my sister and law and niece and nephews. Just got the movie, texted them and they were able to be here in 25 minutes.
I love that I had to drive to my sisters house and there wasn't snow on the ground. just rain.
Happy that i can go get different nephews and have a sleep over again.
The bummer of my days here is....
Matthew is out of medicine. His pediatrician that I really do love, does not think ADD is real, it is just a way of teachers and parents to control their active children and students.
If you have ever been around Matthew when he is not medicated, you would know it is real and a real challenge.
We don't enforce the medication every day of the week. mostly during the school week and church.
He just can't control his brain and the things he says and does. for example, he didn't think twice about hurting his brother for something as silly and goofy as sticking his tongue out at Matthew. It is so frustrating. So now I have to find a new pediatrician and soon. Or I might just kill him or myself.... no i wont really, but i will seriously..... okay, i will just say it will be bad.
life has it's ups and downs.
we are broke again.... okay we were always that, but living at mom's it felt like we had money.
oh he is screaming now. i will annoy you more later.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Home
We are home. and this place feels like home.
It hasn't felt like home in....years.
I am so happy we found this place. there must be a reason to have found it.
So the first day of moving was interesting. I still hadn't packed up all the stuff at my Mom's house, but since it was Jeff's day off we had to move out of the storage unit that day.
We dropped off the deposit and got the keys at noon, we had the whole storage unit emptied and in this new place by 9pm. thanks mostly to Jeff and my brother Shane for loaning us his truck and trailer. Plus the help of Jeff's brother, Jeff's parents, my dad, my boys, my nephews Jacob and Coleman, and our good friends, Santiago and his son. Thanks guys. Mom watched Emma.
Of course Because I wasn't there most of the time, just one load, (i had Michael) not one single box was put int he right room, all of it was shoved in the garage.
Day 2 of moving we woke up late and finished packing my mom's house. We did good and were out by 1pm.
That only took one trip.
Then the chaos began.
We lived on paper plates and plastic wear for a week. I found my flatware under a few boxes in the middle of the garage on the very bottom. I wish my camera wasn't lost or broken, I would have taken pictures.
The boys have adjusted very well to the house (thanks to the Wii) and Emma just loves her room.
I am getting things on the wall and I am dying to get my curtains up, but Jeff can't remember if he took down all the parts to my curtains from the old house and if he did take them down he doesn't have a clue where they are at.
We have a bigger house to live in but less storage.
The cabinets are less and smaller. The garage is NOT organized and a huge mess.
I still have a million (okay not really) boxes to put away or find places for.
I really love this house. if it had more cabinets I would want to buy it.
The Elementary school is right in front of us. We have a small little play ground for the kids to play with right across the street.
We have a decent size back yard and a nice quiet neighborhood.
A Super Walmart is 5 minutes away and so is my favorite grocery store...Winco.
My sister is 10 minutes away and my other sister is 15 minutes away. My mom is 25 minutes away. (10 from her work)
Life is good.
Emma and baby is screaming, Matthew needs to be picked up from Jr High now and the kids will be home from school soon, except Sammy, not enough room for him in 1st grade here so he gets bussed to a different school (until a spot become available at the school we live 100 yards from)...so I have to finish this blog post later.
Supermom to the rescue.....
It hasn't felt like home in....years.
I am so happy we found this place. there must be a reason to have found it.
So the first day of moving was interesting. I still hadn't packed up all the stuff at my Mom's house, but since it was Jeff's day off we had to move out of the storage unit that day.
We dropped off the deposit and got the keys at noon, we had the whole storage unit emptied and in this new place by 9pm. thanks mostly to Jeff and my brother Shane for loaning us his truck and trailer. Plus the help of Jeff's brother, Jeff's parents, my dad, my boys, my nephews Jacob and Coleman, and our good friends, Santiago and his son. Thanks guys. Mom watched Emma.
Of course Because I wasn't there most of the time, just one load, (i had Michael) not one single box was put int he right room, all of it was shoved in the garage.
Day 2 of moving we woke up late and finished packing my mom's house. We did good and were out by 1pm.
That only took one trip.
Then the chaos began.
We lived on paper plates and plastic wear for a week. I found my flatware under a few boxes in the middle of the garage on the very bottom. I wish my camera wasn't lost or broken, I would have taken pictures.
The boys have adjusted very well to the house (thanks to the Wii) and Emma just loves her room.
I am getting things on the wall and I am dying to get my curtains up, but Jeff can't remember if he took down all the parts to my curtains from the old house and if he did take them down he doesn't have a clue where they are at.
We have a bigger house to live in but less storage.
The cabinets are less and smaller. The garage is NOT organized and a huge mess.
I still have a million (okay not really) boxes to put away or find places for.
I really love this house. if it had more cabinets I would want to buy it.
The Elementary school is right in front of us. We have a small little play ground for the kids to play with right across the street.
We have a decent size back yard and a nice quiet neighborhood.
A Super Walmart is 5 minutes away and so is my favorite grocery store...Winco.
My sister is 10 minutes away and my other sister is 15 minutes away. My mom is 25 minutes away. (10 from her work)
Life is good.
Emma and baby is screaming, Matthew needs to be picked up from Jr High now and the kids will be home from school soon, except Sammy, not enough room for him in 1st grade here so he gets bussed to a different school (until a spot become available at the school we live 100 yards from)...so I have to finish this blog post later.
Supermom to the rescue.....
Monday, January 4, 2010
All moved in.
Just found my computer.
But had to hit my dad MAC to change the blog background.( soooo much faster)
I will post more when i get the internet up and running.
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