Cookies

Who would think that something as simple as baking cookies with your kids could brighten your day? As soon as I picked them up from school- Mommy when we get home can we make sugar cookies?

How could you resist those little faces. 

They wanted to put in the "stuff." The flour, sugar, etc. More ended up on them than in the mixing bowl!

Than the oven light kept going on. The peeking. Are they done yet? It is a long 6 minutes for little ones.

Than they I can smell them! They're done! They're done!

And frosting. They ate more frosting than what went on the cookies in their plates.

I know one day I will miss this day. So for know I will just cherish Sugar Cookie Day!  

Happy Sugar Cookie Day to all of you!

Hugs

It started yesterday.

Through out the day, I just wanted to scream! At one point I did. Just a simple "AAAAAGGHH!"
The kids know when this happens, they are really in trouble.
Trouble should have been their middle names instead of what I so affectionately refer to them sometimes- diablo, evil spawn, danger will robins....

Just in the morning- The little dude decided to do the "wee wee dance" like pingu does. I love Pingu. Most of the time when he does this, he goes into the bathroom and does his thing. Instead he decided to act out the wee wee dance and spray the bathroom door and floor. When I screamed what the blank are you doing he said, the wee wee dance. He also liked the sound when it ht the door, so he kept going.

Did I mention, I had just vacuumed the floors, dusted the hardwoods, and mopped?

I had to than clean up the mess and disinfect. Change his clothes since they got wet when he threw them on the floor and did the dance.

While I was cleaning this up, they ate goldfish in the living room. They decided to dump the bowl on the floor and stomp on the fish. Why do you ask? They are 2 and 4 and while doing this, they discovered it felt neat on their feet while stomping on them.

The vacuum came out again. I vacuumed the area rug in the living room, again.

We went to the library. I needed to get out. While at the library chicky announces to everyone that she went poopy and was stinky. People laughed. I didn't. I changed her and could not wait to get out there.

Note to self, do not kids out if they have not had a nap. I think our pictures are up at the library with an line through them!

We came home and put on one of the dvds we took out of the library.

The throwing of popcorn came next. The baby started it. She threw it at him and than him at her. They were laughing and laughing until my "AAAARRRGGGH!"

They helped pick it all up. Than guess what...Mr. Vacuum made another appearance.

After all this, I sat down on the couch. The little guy came over, sat down next to me, leaned over and gave me a big hug. He looked up me with those big blue eyes and said 'I love you Mommy."

That made all that tolerable. I am a sucker for hugs and kisses.....

Until this morning. It was Dejavu.

Blueberries on the rug. Spot Shot made an appearance. Yogurt made an appearance in the kitchen. The mop made another appearance. Apple Juice made an appearance. The mop came out again for the hardwoods.

Than what happens...both kids come up to me after the "AAARRRGGGHHH!" and give me hugs and say it will be OK Mommy we love you.

Yes I am a sucker. I love hugs and kisses.

Until tomorrow and the devils show themselves again.

As a good friend told me recently, she is thinking of taking up drinking and becoming a lush. So many people do it and enjoy it, that there must be some merit.

I like the way she thinks!

Grandma

So I figured out today why my Grandmother and Aunt that lived with my Grandmother had plastic on everything.

Every time I went over to their house growing up I was always in amazement with the furniture and carpet.

PLASTIC!

There was plastic everywhere! The couches, chairs in the iving room and dining room had plastic on them. The throw pillows even had plastic covering them. They had plastic over the foam on the pillows and than had crocheted multi colored yarn over the pillows that could be removed and cleaned.

Even more bizarre, they had plastic runners all over the carpets.

They would clean all the time. Shine the plastic on carpets regularly. I always thought this was odd.

Now they are long gone and I have a family of my own.

The kids are now 2 and 4. The light bulb went off yesterday about them.

It seems like these days Spot Shot is one of my best friends. The day started off as any day with 2 young children. Wiping yogurt off the living room chair. Than Spot Shot. Sopping up apple juice from the living room couch. Than Spot Shot. Wiping up a wet pull up that leaked onto the living room couch. More Spot Shot. Wiping up more spilled yogurt from the other living room couch. And yet more Spot Shot.

After all this, my Grandmother and Aunt seemed pretty normal. I now understand the plastic extremely well.

I even understand the Marie Romano character from Everybody loves Raymond about the plastic on the furniture. She said at one point when they took off the plastic and the boys made a mess..."this is why we can't have nice things!"

This is way too true in my life.

Either I need plastic or the kids need to stop eating.

The Good Life

Yesterday morning I came home from church and as soon as I walked in was greeted by the youngest. Than my son popped out of the bathroom door, half naked and says "Oh I Mommy." I said your 1/2 naked. He said "I just had big poopies and need to take a shower because my butt feels dirty."

What do you do besides laugh and say, you need anything for your shower? (Saying this to a 3 3/4 yr old). He says "No thanks Mommy. I have towel waiting for me."

LOL!!!

My daughter hears the word water and wants to play in a sink with water. It keeps her entertained for hours on end. It is a beautiful thing.

They were so good yesterday and today. I wondered if they were actually my children.

There father, well a very large PITA!!!!

I understand that money is tight with everyone these days, but he wants me to work full time from home, take care of the kids full time without any help, have the house tidy, dinner waiting for everyone, clothes washed and pressed, etc.

What do I look like, June F'in Clever? with a bit of Mrs. Fields rolled into it?

This comes from all men that do help out at home, but have never spent a day alone with the kids without any help from anyone.

I think this should be mandatory for all men at least one full day a week. Let them do what we do and see if they can keep up. The chauffeuring around, grocery shopping, cleaning up after them for only as soon as the last piece is picked up for a hurricane to hit and you start all over again.

It is non-ending. Friends? LOL!!!! I never see my friends except for on facebook and IM when I see they are on.

He is fortunate to go to work. He can eat sitting down, go to the bathroom alone, see people and have an adult conversation with them. When I told him I was meeting an old friend today for coffee- coffee- he was not happy. Don't spend too much was his response. What a $1.35 for coffee in a restaurant? With someone I have known for over 30 years. Come on? I looked forward to it. An adult to sit down with for an hour and talk about anything but kids.

It may sound terrible, but all you Mom's out there know what I mean. I love my kids, but I need down time. Very rarely get it.

I know June Clever was not real, at least to me, but were these women crazy back than? Clean with heels and pearls on? Give me a break. I am lucky a have make up on any given day. What would June think? I thought about trying it the June way. I laughed so hard that it hurt.

Than I imagined my husband dressed up as June. Let him do all the work in a dress with the poof in it. Hair full of hairspray and bobby pins. Heels. Than right before Daddy gets home, lets fix ourselves up again. Does any guy do that before they come home? LOL!! Can you see them drop down the rear view mirror and pinch there cheeks, brush their hair, put on a little cologne to cover up that work smell. Yeah right! So why should I? I know that is what women do. Spoken like a true man.

I am teaching my kids not to take crap from anyone, especially my daughter. Teach my son to be very caring toward woman. Not to be whipped by one, but be nice and actually listen to them.

A girl can at least dream, right?

I better get to sleep so I dream about the good life.

The real poop

There are some days that the kids waking up wet in their beds is only the tip of the iceberg. Everyday this week I have washed sheets. Toilet training kids is not fun. Pull-ups suck! I have not found a brand yet that I like whether for boys or girls.

You wash the sheets and yet the room still stinks. You empty the trash, even though it is almost empty, and yet it still stinks. Air Freshener just masks the smell- urine and poop mixed with a delightful lavender. Maybe that should be the ad on TV. Instead of someone with stinky feet, give me something I can really relate to on a daily basis- poop, urine, kids gas, etc. Maybe I would try your product.

During all this, I have to combat the remainder of poop in my life. Dealing with people that stress you out and annoy you, kids wanting everything at the same time, kids whining and crying, who has to go potty, who needs to be driven and picked up from pre-school, who wants you to go shopping with them while your kid is in school, who wants you to run errands, make calls, look on the net for something they can just as easily do, all this while you are trying to deal with your own family, work from home, look for another job working from home, cooking cleaning and yet you have no down time.

Did I mention the boot I have to wear for at least another 2-3 weeks? Everyone wants a piece of me, yet I feel like I let everyone down since there is not enough of me to go around. Some days I just ignore the phone. That really irks people. Then they text you, email you with the nasty messages. They realize you are ignoring them.

Yet all you want is 10 minutes to yourself. When you finally get it (after everyone is asleep) someone wakes up and wants Mommy.

I need to still lose my baby fat.I know it, yet my mother reminds me almost everyday that I need to lose it. I finally flipped out on her on the phone and told her to lose the weight herself. She needs to lose weight more than I do!

I can't exercise now since the boot. I started slimfast. Again, what does everyone want from me?

As I said in the past, I am the one everyone vents to. When I vent, no one wants to hear it. My husband has no choice. The kids have no choice. I feel like Lucy VanPelten. No one pays me the $.05 she gets!

Sometimes I think I need to write a book or pitch to HBO. No on would believe a day of my life. It is so bizarre with all the characters that everyone would think the writer(s) were whacked to come up with these people. This is my life.

A day like today shows me, I have so much to give, but not enough people want what I have to offer.

I think I should dye my hair blonde (because blondes do have more fun), start tanning, work out if someone wants to watch the kids and we should move and make friends with the people like the cast from The Housewives of wherever or the cast from Jersey Shore. At least compared to them, my life is tame, I think. I could still give them a run for their money with the likes of those around me.

Need to come up with a good stage name...Diamond, Emerald, Wiz,...thoughts? I would mask the kids faces like Michael Jackson did and have my husband wear a disguise too. But I am afraid if I did that, I would end up on the Walmart website.

Things I learned today...

Today I learned:

*How to make the ultimate beef soup thanks to a chef/butcher at the supermarket today.
*Thank God for Mr. Clean Erasers
*Kudos to the inventor of Mr. Clean Erasers
*I hate green permanent market on walls
*You can easily dust and vacuum the floors while wearing a lovely boot for a fractured heel, but do not attempt to mop the floors!
*Laugh while an almost 2 and 4 year old try on your boot!
*That my daughter loves beef soup
*My son loves the smell of beef soup
*How to at least get one to fall asleep early, even though there were tantrums by her & me!
*How much I love cuddling with the kids & my hubby
*How to avoid those annoying calls from people that upset you...just ignore the phone!
*How close I feel to my wonderful husband
* How much I really love my family
*Last but not least, how to get through the day while working from home, have 2 kids running around and annoying you non-stop, cook, clean, etc...at the end of day, write your blog and have a drink!!! As they say it is always 5 o'clock somewhere!!!!

New Year

I have not blogged in a bit. So much poop going on that I should have been writing it, but I do not think that anyone would believe it except HBO!

It is a New Year, so blogging begins.

The poop to start out the New Year... I found out how to get a 21 month baby off the bottle. Only have 3 glass bottles and 4 nipples in the house. Have her get angry at you because you told her it was bedtime. She threw the first bottle of milk at me and it broke. She came up to me and pet my leg and said sorry. A little thing she picked up from her big brother.

She asked for more milk. I fell for it. She threw the second bottle. Bottle broke. Milk and glass chunks all over hardwoods and carpet.

Now down to 1 bottle and 2 nipples. She now is using a pink plastic sippy cup. She used it. Loved it. No more bottle.

Now just need to work on no more pacifier at bedtime and complete toilet training.

Her brother? The night owl? He never wants to sleep. I think one day he will work a 3rd shift someplace.

He is the one in time out most of the time. He informed us during and after his sister's outbursts tonight, that he did not "do it", "sissy did it." "Were we not proud of him?" "Sissy needs a time out." "Bad sissy."

Makes you laugh! An almost 4 year got it. His sister, oh well...We have 2 kids-one going through the terrible 2's and the other the horrific 3's.

Can't wait to see what poop 2012 will bring. I am sure that I will have more gray hair, more broken items, poop and wee wee here and there, family drama, kid drama...just what you go through each day.

My resolutions...lose my baby weight, have some personal time, more structure with the kids, more time with the hubby, less time with those that stress me, the hubby and the kids out, and have fun. Life is way too short. I want my kids to remember us as the cool parents. They hate when we dance and sing. They will dance with us, but when we start singing, they both hold up their hands and yell stop! Gotta laugh! Love them so much...and my hubby too!

Here is to 2012 and what it brings!