Yes. If you were to use the "find my phone" app on me right now, you would be treated to a location of "sitting on toilet, hiding from family". My pants are up, for Pete's sake. I just need a moment to breathe and this toilet is the only place I can get privacy. I turn on the fan, lock the door and hope the kids (plus hubby) will let me have my privacy to do my "bizz".
Something just crashed above my head. I heard the hubby, "nononoNono-abibbibbibbibi!" I don't know what it means. I don't know who got into what. I don't know if there's blood. My little private moment is slowly eroding. I should go see what's up; the bath is now running.....
Garbage day tomorrow. I usually do a ton of cooking so I can throw all the wet packaging away. I know garbage is supposed to be stinky, but I'd rather get rid of it tomorrow, than let it linger for a week. Yes, I throw together tuna salad, egg salad, bake my chicken, etc. I didn't do any of that. Sam was on FIRE today. We're gonna have some stinky trash.
Both kids are crying. A mother's job is never over. I suppose I should go help Daddy out. This toilet is hard and cold anyway.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
God give me strength
I will pray to anyone who can make my fussy kid stop being an asshole. I know, strong words, but crap! I cut my grocery shopping short because he was throwing yogurt all over the place, then the screaming began and, to top off a stellar visit to Dillon's, he sprayed us both down with his apple juice. I got some groceries...not all I needed. Eating is overrated.
No workout yet. Aforementioned pain in the butt wants nothing to do with the stroller. Someone tell me it gets better. Pretty please?
I find writing therapeutic. Sam figured this out. Mommy should never enjoy anythingHe just turned the hose on and blasted the back of my head. I guess we're done here.
No workout yet. Aforementioned pain in the butt wants nothing to do with the stroller. Someone tell me it gets better. Pretty please?
I find writing therapeutic. Sam figured this out. Mommy should never enjoy anythingHe just turned the hose on and blasted the back of my head. I guess we're done here.
Monday, September 24, 2012
My new normal?
Oh, the excitement of losing weight! 4 lbs down, a mere 60 more to go. While the scale is moving the right direction for once, I couldn't help feeling so....well...round at this past weekend's Air Force Ball. It doesn't help that my friends here are tall and lithe. No, that doesn't help at ALL. Of course, everyone was super sweet to me: you look great! I love your dress! So pretty and happy! I'm thankful for the compliments. I just wish I could internalize them. This weight loss journey has been a bitch. I'm disappointed in myself and how I've let myself go.
This past week had visits from both sets of grandparents. My mom and dad were here first. I enjoyed my morning (and some evening) walks/jogs with Mom. I wish I could live near her. My inlaws brought plenty of cake, cupcakes and other various forms of junk food in the house. I should have better self-control. For the most part, I did good. For the most part.
On to better news: Katie's fundraiser for Tupperware is going well. It's going so well, I think we'll be able to "buy out" of Spring's fundraiser! That's huge for me. I hate selling things. I feel like I'm a beggar. "Buy my stuff so my kid won't be illiterate!"
With the cooler temps, I need to go through the kids' stuff. Katie is he'll-bent on wearing tank tops and such. Then, she cries that she's too chilly. I have to find her little jacket. Or, force her to wear one of her long-sleeved shirts and pants. It's next to impossible to get her to cooperate. Mom, was I this much of a butt when I was Katie's age? You know what....don't answer!
Round. Circular. No sharp edges. Me. I don't want to be the "fat Mom" or "fat wife". I thought this year would kick ass because Sam was old enough to go to school at our old duty station. We move out here and the minimum age is 2.5 AND potty trained. I wasn't planning on him being home with me. Sam's cooperation level sucks, too. If he doesn't want to go jog in the stroller, he will not go. Come on, Joyce...get it together!
Better go see what the kid is up to; last time it was this quiet, he was waist deep, leaning in the fridge sucking whipped cream out of the can....
This past week had visits from both sets of grandparents. My mom and dad were here first. I enjoyed my morning (and some evening) walks/jogs with Mom. I wish I could live near her. My inlaws brought plenty of cake, cupcakes and other various forms of junk food in the house. I should have better self-control. For the most part, I did good. For the most part.
On to better news: Katie's fundraiser for Tupperware is going well. It's going so well, I think we'll be able to "buy out" of Spring's fundraiser! That's huge for me. I hate selling things. I feel like I'm a beggar. "Buy my stuff so my kid won't be illiterate!"
With the cooler temps, I need to go through the kids' stuff. Katie is he'll-bent on wearing tank tops and such. Then, she cries that she's too chilly. I have to find her little jacket. Or, force her to wear one of her long-sleeved shirts and pants. It's next to impossible to get her to cooperate. Mom, was I this much of a butt when I was Katie's age? You know what....don't answer!
Round. Circular. No sharp edges. Me. I don't want to be the "fat Mom" or "fat wife". I thought this year would kick ass because Sam was old enough to go to school at our old duty station. We move out here and the minimum age is 2.5 AND potty trained. I wasn't planning on him being home with me. Sam's cooperation level sucks, too. If he doesn't want to go jog in the stroller, he will not go. Come on, Joyce...get it together!
Better go see what the kid is up to; last time it was this quiet, he was waist deep, leaning in the fridge sucking whipped cream out of the can....
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
I miss my mom
Nothing more; nothing less. I miss Mommy. The visit was too short, but really...are her visits ever long enough? My attempts to bribe her into moving in with me have fallen flat on its face. But, I will keep trying. I'm persistent, if nothing else.
My diet is crappier than I first thought. I've been tracking it via "Lose It", an app on my beloved iPhone (yes, I love my iPhone; I'm an Apple chick, so suck it). I thought I was doing okay, but I was really underestimating how many calories I've been taking in. Plenty of friends have have diet suggestions, but right now I need to readjust my portion control and realize, when I'm eating mindlessly, that what I put into my body might hang around for longer on the hips. Today, Sam and I hit the playground instead of the fridge. It'll be a hell of. Process, but I'm aware of the problem and am working on it.
Can I be the kind of Mom to my kids that my own Mommy was to me? I hope so. I'm trying. My goal this Halloween is to make costumes. Nothing fancy, but homemade with love. Surely, in a few years, neither of my children will have anything to do with my non-crafty skillzz, so I have to take advantage of it now.
Holy crap, break in my train of thought: Sam is running around, waving a piece of paper around trying to kill a fly! I really want to write something profound about the loving bond between mother and child, but this can't be missed. Go, Sam!
My diet is crappier than I first thought. I've been tracking it via "Lose It", an app on my beloved iPhone (yes, I love my iPhone; I'm an Apple chick, so suck it). I thought I was doing okay, but I was really underestimating how many calories I've been taking in. Plenty of friends have have diet suggestions, but right now I need to readjust my portion control and realize, when I'm eating mindlessly, that what I put into my body might hang around for longer on the hips. Today, Sam and I hit the playground instead of the fridge. It'll be a hell of. Process, but I'm aware of the problem and am working on it.
Can I be the kind of Mom to my kids that my own Mommy was to me? I hope so. I'm trying. My goal this Halloween is to make costumes. Nothing fancy, but homemade with love. Surely, in a few years, neither of my children will have anything to do with my non-crafty skillzz, so I have to take advantage of it now.
Holy crap, break in my train of thought: Sam is running around, waving a piece of paper around trying to kill a fly! I really want to write something profound about the loving bond between mother and child, but this can't be missed. Go, Sam!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Katie's Kick Ass Tupperware Fundraiser
Katie's little school is conducting its annual Tupperware fundraiser for the 2012-2013 school year. I don't want to send my little sweet pea door-to-door (like the literature recommends; we're talking pre-kindergarten here). Here's how you can participate!
1. Go to www.tupperware.com
2. Click on "fundraising" tab (upper part of the screen, to the left)
3. Click on "Find a Fundraiser" (bottom of screen, in a little box)
4. Click on "KS" for the state
5. Select "Jack n Jill" or "Jack n Jill Preschool, Leavenworth, KS"
There you will find an array of storage items, cups, lunch boxes and bowls. Make your selections and have it shipped to you!
As an incentive (as if owning fabulous Tupperware isn't enough) we have some gift cards to give away!! Katie will award her biggest customer a gift card from Applebee's! She will also choose a random winner from her customers for another Applebee's gift card. If you win and don't have an Applebee's nearby, we'll substitute it for a different restaurant of your choice. I just chose Applebee's because, well....they seem to be everywhere.
Additionally, if Katie is able to raise $400 in sales AND is the school's highest earner, she'll get a $30 gift card from Target. Guess what she's gonna do with that? Katie loves picking names out of a hat so much that she will turn around and award that to a random customer!
Once you order, please send me a message with your name so I can contact the sponsor and Katie will get credit. Unless I can verify your order with the Tupperware lady, it doesn't count. Boo! So make sure you let me know that your ordered!!
All orders must be turned in by 25 September 2012. If you have any questions, drop me a message! Thanks, everyone and good luck!
1. Go to www.tupperware.com
2. Click on "fundraising" tab (upper part of the screen, to the left)
3. Click on "Find a Fundraiser" (bottom of screen, in a little box)
4. Click on "KS" for the state
5. Select "Jack n Jill" or "Jack n Jill Preschool, Leavenworth, KS"
There you will find an array of storage items, cups, lunch boxes and bowls. Make your selections and have it shipped to you!
As an incentive (as if owning fabulous Tupperware isn't enough) we have some gift cards to give away!! Katie will award her biggest customer a gift card from Applebee's! She will also choose a random winner from her customers for another Applebee's gift card. If you win and don't have an Applebee's nearby, we'll substitute it for a different restaurant of your choice. I just chose Applebee's because, well....they seem to be everywhere.
Additionally, if Katie is able to raise $400 in sales AND is the school's highest earner, she'll get a $30 gift card from Target. Guess what she's gonna do with that? Katie loves picking names out of a hat so much that she will turn around and award that to a random customer!
Once you order, please send me a message with your name so I can contact the sponsor and Katie will get credit. Unless I can verify your order with the Tupperware lady, it doesn't count. Boo! So make sure you let me know that your ordered!!
All orders must be turned in by 25 September 2012. If you have any questions, drop me a message! Thanks, everyone and good luck!
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
On this day, we must remember
No words can convey the enormity or horror of the events unfolding before our eyes, 11 short years ago.
I was late to work. The night before was a doozy. I drank too much, talked to too many boring men and sucked in enough secondhand smoke to last me until the weekend. I woke up to shrieks and the running feet of housekeeping up and down the halls of the Temporary Lodging Facilities (TLF). Cranky me opened my heavy door.
"what's going on?"
The housekeeper had been weeping. Normally, her wore her war paint makeup like a mask. Today, it was as jumbled as her emotions.
"They crash planes! We under attack!"
She didn't stop to talk. She yelled her broken English proclamation over her shoulder. Her huge bag jostled to and fro. Bitch is going home! I need new towels!
I turned on the TV. What I saw made me jump into my flight suit, bar scene-scented body and all and go to my squadron. It was quiet. Everyone gathered in the flight planning room, all eyes on the TV.
My God.
I can never forget feeling a searing pain in my chest. I can never forget thinking life as I knew it was over. I can never forget feeling so helpless as I watched the raw uncut footage spill out from the screen.
My God.
Today, a much different scene. I have my almost 2-year-old son on my lap. We watch "Oswald". We're going to watch anything BUT current news. I'm not ready to explain to my children. I'm not ready at all.
I kissed him at the moment the first plane struck the World Trade Center. I hugged my daughter tight as 11 years of memories came rushing back. Back then, I was afraid. I felt lost and without purpose. Today, I feel the love of my children. I have hope that with love, we can end all this madness and be better citizens of the Earth. The love of my children has made me better.
Wherever you are, reading this, I wish you love, Peace and kindness.
I was late to work. The night before was a doozy. I drank too much, talked to too many boring men and sucked in enough secondhand smoke to last me until the weekend. I woke up to shrieks and the running feet of housekeeping up and down the halls of the Temporary Lodging Facilities (TLF). Cranky me opened my heavy door.
"what's going on?"
The housekeeper had been weeping. Normally, her wore her war paint makeup like a mask. Today, it was as jumbled as her emotions.
"They crash planes! We under attack!"
She didn't stop to talk. She yelled her broken English proclamation over her shoulder. Her huge bag jostled to and fro. Bitch is going home! I need new towels!
I turned on the TV. What I saw made me jump into my flight suit, bar scene-scented body and all and go to my squadron. It was quiet. Everyone gathered in the flight planning room, all eyes on the TV.
My God.
I can never forget feeling a searing pain in my chest. I can never forget thinking life as I knew it was over. I can never forget feeling so helpless as I watched the raw uncut footage spill out from the screen.
My God.
Today, a much different scene. I have my almost 2-year-old son on my lap. We watch "Oswald". We're going to watch anything BUT current news. I'm not ready to explain to my children. I'm not ready at all.
I kissed him at the moment the first plane struck the World Trade Center. I hugged my daughter tight as 11 years of memories came rushing back. Back then, I was afraid. I felt lost and without purpose. Today, I feel the love of my children. I have hope that with love, we can end all this madness and be better citizens of the Earth. The love of my children has made me better.
Wherever you are, reading this, I wish you love, Peace and kindness.
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