Today was the first day of school for my eldest. He's in grade one now! Omgoodness, excitement!
But his new path gave us a huge wake up call. Back to school shopping.
*shudders*
Now I understand, now I am in the loop. Now I want out.
But alas, we are stuck in this continuing circle of back to school b.s. And what is worse, we have it times 3!!!
Just how bad can it be you ask? *snickers* Well, sit back and be terrified my friend for I have seen hell, and its not pretty at all.
Firstly, I have to admit that Eric's school did offer a package that you can buy. For fifty bucks, you get everything he needs. For grade one, French Immersion. At the time, I couldn't. But hey, I have all summer...right?
Hang on to that thought, I'll get back to it later.
Okay, so last weekend Dave and I decide that we are going to buy the kids some new clothes. At Wal-Mart. (I know they are evil, but I sold my soul for discount prices) Mother informs me that its insane, more so than usual, and that I should leave her my youngest. We drop him off, assuring her that I will wire her the money for his University and head out to battle.
Wow. So much chaos. But huzzah! I don't have to brace myself for the stationary aisle. I just whizz by while grabbing a backpack. And only after almost becoming single (Wal-Mart - What are you going to do with the money you save? Hire a divorce lawyer. Thanks.) in the middle of the parking lot, we return. We're ready. Bring it.
Wait a second though. It gets better. This is the prime example of why my mother always nagged at me to be more organized. On the eve of B.T.S, while prepping Eric's bag, I notice something on the 'money' envelope for the school package. In tiny wording it gives me this earth shattering news.
"Please return by June 26, 2008."
Wait. No. What? It didn't say anything about that on the notice. There was no due date, just a bunch of volunteer options.
"Please return by June 26, 2008"
*beeping* hell.
But its okay, or so my love assures me. We will go shopping the next night. They never do stuff first day of school anyways.
Fair enough. This is true. So off my little man goes to first grade. So adorable. So excited.
Now, to keep this blog from becoming a novel, I will quickly write that Dave did go out tonight and got everything on the list. Bravo Daddy-O. But while I'm packing everything for tomorrow, it got me to thinking...
Was school always like this? Did our parents have to buy everything from pencils to erasers to freaking scissors? I can't remember. I just remember it spawning out of a magical cloud. I know it was that way in High School. But for grade one?
And the list was so specific too. Dave had to go around town...well...I'll show you what I mean:
HB pencils with erasers (36)
Medium sized white vinyl (4)
Large Glue Stick - 40g (10...really? 10? umm...okay)
Box of 24 Regular Pencil Crayons (1)
Large Kleenex Box (2...ewww snotty noses!)
Box of 10 Non-Toxic Washable Markers - thin (apparently, they are against fat?)
Ziploc medium baggies
Ziploc large baggies
Scissors - primary 5" blunt (heh...they said blunt)
Portfolio -dual pocket - red
3 Duo Tangs -with loose leaf- in green, yellow, and purple
Large zippered plastic pencil case
AND IF YOU DON'T GET THESE THINGS BY THE NEXT FULL MOON, YOU SHALL CRUMBLE INTO DUST AND BLOW OFF INTO THE WIND!!! *muwhahahahhahahaa*
*ahem* Seriously tho...my goodness. I argued with Dave for ten minutes because he was going to get a different duo tang and skip out on the portfolio! Don't mess with the school board, hon. They will eat you!
So, to wrap things up, its over, its done. And just a last tidbit before I go...I asked Eric what he learned today at school. He replied with "I don't know."
Ahhh...love our education system.
*kissles*
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
The joys of being mom.
A little while back, I saw this video on youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qehxjub5lyo
Its really funny, and clever and true...but it got me to thinking. This shows what its like for a single woman to take a shower...but what about the mothers out there?
Taking a shower when you have to take care of three kids by yourself requires more preparation than a musical production.
If I had more time, and a better camera, I would make my own video.
But alas, I'll just do it in written form.
So here it is. How to shower when you are a stay at home mother:
1. Throw on a movie that they wont get bored of in two minutes. Bribe them with cookies if they are good, and threaten them with certain death if they misbehave.
2. Make sure everything is clear, doors locked, and dog in his crate.
3. Run upstairs, stripping along the way. Throw clothes in the huge pile of laundry. Make failed promise that you'll get to it later.
3. Call downstairs to make sure everything is okay. Note: They will lie to you.
4. Turn on shower and jump in without waiting for the water to adjust.
5. Squeeze out cheap discount shampoo from an almost empty bottle and do your thing.
6. Do the same for the discount conditioner.
7.While you have soap in your eyes, your oldest one will come up and tattle-tale that his brother got into the cookies. Growl and tell him you'll deal with it later and he should go downstairs...or else.
8. Wash everywhere else.
9. If you are feeling brave, start to shave your Chewie legs. But then, while you're on the second one, you'll hear fighting and banging causing you to stop. Oh well, you didn't want to wear shorts today anyways.
10. Get out and dry as fast as you can and throw on your clothes.
11. Stomp down the stairs and demand answers as to why you can't have five minutes to yourself. Note: they will lie to you.
12. Realize that its either this, or waking up at five in the morning before they wake up to shower properly.
And there you have it. I'm a walking birth-control.
Its really funny, and clever and true...but it got me to thinking. This shows what its like for a single woman to take a shower...but what about the mothers out there?
Taking a shower when you have to take care of three kids by yourself requires more preparation than a musical production.
If I had more time, and a better camera, I would make my own video.
But alas, I'll just do it in written form.
So here it is. How to shower when you are a stay at home mother:
1. Throw on a movie that they wont get bored of in two minutes. Bribe them with cookies if they are good, and threaten them with certain death if they misbehave.
2. Make sure everything is clear, doors locked, and dog in his crate.
3. Run upstairs, stripping along the way. Throw clothes in the huge pile of laundry. Make failed promise that you'll get to it later.
3. Call downstairs to make sure everything is okay. Note: They will lie to you.
4. Turn on shower and jump in without waiting for the water to adjust.
5. Squeeze out cheap discount shampoo from an almost empty bottle and do your thing.
6. Do the same for the discount conditioner.
7.While you have soap in your eyes, your oldest one will come up and tattle-tale that his brother got into the cookies. Growl and tell him you'll deal with it later and he should go downstairs...or else.
8. Wash everywhere else.
9. If you are feeling brave, start to shave your Chewie legs. But then, while you're on the second one, you'll hear fighting and banging causing you to stop. Oh well, you didn't want to wear shorts today anyways.
10. Get out and dry as fast as you can and throw on your clothes.
11. Stomp down the stairs and demand answers as to why you can't have five minutes to yourself. Note: they will lie to you.
12. Realize that its either this, or waking up at five in the morning before they wake up to shower properly.
And there you have it. I'm a walking birth-control.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Confessions
(You know you haven't been to a site in ages when it takes you twenty minutes to remember your info to sign in...only to epic fail and having to reset everything. I was getting worried...I didn't want to make a new blog all together.....)
Oh my poor little blog...how I failed you. When we first started, I was so eager to write you, share the going-ons of my life. And now look at us. The last post I wrote was about the first snowfall. I wanted to write you. I swear. So many current events such as Britney going insane, Heath Ledger's tragic death. So many issues to rant about, like that poor boy who got killed for giving another boy a Valentine. So many happenings in my life, such as the birth of my third beautiful baby boy. Where was I??
*sigh*
I have to admit, I've been cheating on you. You see...my hubby downloaded this certain game for me one day...perhaps you heard about it...the Sims 2? Anyways, the game charmed me, whispered secrets in my ear and even lured me away from my other love...World of Warcraft. It started innocent enough...then I found out about the expansion packs, the new items to download, and found out that I can recolour things, use cheats to build exciting features, like an arc bridge!! How could I resist! Even now, I twitch to play.
I beg for your forgiveness, my cute little blog. I promise, I will post more often. I will put down the rants that go on in my head. I swear, I'll never stray from you again...
*sniffles*
ever yours, ever mine
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Yippeeeee
What a morning today!
It was early when I opened my eyes, around 7 am to be exact, and since the kids were talking quietly to each other without the usual hair pulling battles I figured it was the perfect time to snuggle up to big D.
Then the phone rang. Big D mumbles at whoever is calling us at 7 in the morning and frantically tries to make it to the phone downstairs.
(Its already been established that its just faster for him to go, as I'm getting slower and slower in my movements due to my bulging mommy belly.)
So, to do my part I call down and ask who it was.
"It's your mother, crap I just missed her." he informs me. Pondering why my mother would call in the middle of her morning routine, big D shouts.
"Holy sh!t! Look out the window!"
Even more confused (lets not forget that my brain is still on the pillow) I scramble out of bed and throw open the curtain.
White. Everything covered in white.
Something so magical about snow. And even as I stood there, the feeling of excitement swelled up. Not just for me, I know what snow is like for adults. But I knew two little boys who would be thrilled about this morning surprise.
"Boys!" I call out, throwing on pj bottoms. "Look out the window!"
Of course they didn't wait for me, but I heard their squeals of delight as I made my way to their room.
It took them forever to calm down as mommy and daddy tried to figure out this small little dilemma.
We were supposed to pick up Eric a new snow suit, since he grew out of his last night. But big D had to stay late at school and by the time he got home, it was way to late to go out. So I figured we would have time this evening to do it.
How wrong I was. There was no way I was sending them out in sneakers and Eric in a small coat. We had to go shopping, and we had to go shopping now.
And who doesn't love shopping at our fave nemesis, Wal-Mart. So we have the kids all excited, I have this sudden rush of feeling all Christmasy (new word) and the store that is usually packed with morons was somewhat vacant. It was a good shopping trip for sure.
Then, as we are loading up the car, some twit decided to park in the expected mothers spot next to us. I really wanted to shout out 'Hey, when are you expecting?' but alas, the moment passed.
Next time tho...next time.
So now I'm going to go get ready for a nice lunch date with my future hubby and pick up the remains that we seemed to have forgotten.
*huggles and kissles*
It was early when I opened my eyes, around 7 am to be exact, and since the kids were talking quietly to each other without the usual hair pulling battles I figured it was the perfect time to snuggle up to big D.
Then the phone rang. Big D mumbles at whoever is calling us at 7 in the morning and frantically tries to make it to the phone downstairs.
(Its already been established that its just faster for him to go, as I'm getting slower and slower in my movements due to my bulging mommy belly.)
So, to do my part I call down and ask who it was.
"It's your mother, crap I just missed her." he informs me. Pondering why my mother would call in the middle of her morning routine, big D shouts.
"Holy sh!t! Look out the window!"
Even more confused (lets not forget that my brain is still on the pillow) I scramble out of bed and throw open the curtain.
White. Everything covered in white.
Something so magical about snow. And even as I stood there, the feeling of excitement swelled up. Not just for me, I know what snow is like for adults. But I knew two little boys who would be thrilled about this morning surprise.
"Boys!" I call out, throwing on pj bottoms. "Look out the window!"
Of course they didn't wait for me, but I heard their squeals of delight as I made my way to their room.
It took them forever to calm down as mommy and daddy tried to figure out this small little dilemma.
We were supposed to pick up Eric a new snow suit, since he grew out of his last night. But big D had to stay late at school and by the time he got home, it was way to late to go out. So I figured we would have time this evening to do it.
How wrong I was. There was no way I was sending them out in sneakers and Eric in a small coat. We had to go shopping, and we had to go shopping now.
And who doesn't love shopping at our fave nemesis, Wal-Mart. So we have the kids all excited, I have this sudden rush of feeling all Christmasy (new word) and the store that is usually packed with morons was somewhat vacant. It was a good shopping trip for sure.
Then, as we are loading up the car, some twit decided to park in the expected mothers spot next to us. I really wanted to shout out 'Hey, when are you expecting?' but alas, the moment passed.
Next time tho...next time.
So now I'm going to go get ready for a nice lunch date with my future hubby and pick up the remains that we seemed to have forgotten.
*huggles and kissles*
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Ooops...
Holy crap, its been a while since I posted anything.
How do I know this? Our pumpkin is so old, we renamed our pumpkin 'Grandpa' because it no longer has teeth.
Well, that is till little D kicked the face in one morning....now its just a lump of orange that my beloved keeps forgetting to throw out.
Just want to have a small rant here for a second. Why is it, that men don't listen to you? Seriously. I mean, sure, we women do have a reputation for nagging. For always commenting on this, or that or the other thing. But, believe it or not, if you listen closely...there is actually useful information in there. Really! If you take the time to listen...okay well lets put this into a story for better perspective.
Friday morning is when the garbage gets picked up. Been like that since I moved in three years ago. Except for when there is a holiday that Monday. Then we can deal with it on Saturday.
Having said that, every Thursday night, its big D's chore to take out the garbage and whatever recycling box it is that week. No...do not feel sorry for him people! He has this, and dishes. That's pretty much all I trust him with *smirk* so much training required....
*ahem* anyhoo...so now we all know the routine...lets continue.....
So, the Thursday that just passed, while doing our night time clean up I tell big D,
'Don't forget the garbage tonight.'
'I don't have to do it tonight. Garbage is on Saturday.'
'Are you sure?'
'Yup. It was Remembrance Day Monday, remember?'
Okay...this is true. Just to make sure, I look out the window. Thank god for neighbours.
'Well everyone else has their garbage out.' <---- ummm...HELLO! FIRST CLUE!
'Nah, it will be fine.'
'You sure?'
'Pfft, yeah. Besides, I'll be up way before they even get here if it happens.'
Okay, close curtain end scene. So the next morning, while he's upstairs and I'm making my precious brew of java...what do I hear? The magical sound of the garbage truck and big D cursing.
And we wonder why our three year old swears.
I hate to say this, (no I don't, I really love it) but I told you so. *big hugs*
So...the next time I say something and stand by it (which I admit, sometimes I am wrong but there are times when my brilliant mind gets ignored) I shall remind my sexy big D about the story of that wonderful morning. And not just for me. But for all the women in the world who chuckled while watching their husbands chase down garbage trucks in their bath robes.
*huggles and kissles*
How do I know this? Our pumpkin is so old, we renamed our pumpkin 'Grandpa' because it no longer has teeth.
Well, that is till little D kicked the face in one morning....now its just a lump of orange that my beloved keeps forgetting to throw out.
Just want to have a small rant here for a second. Why is it, that men don't listen to you? Seriously. I mean, sure, we women do have a reputation for nagging. For always commenting on this, or that or the other thing. But, believe it or not, if you listen closely...there is actually useful information in there. Really! If you take the time to listen...okay well lets put this into a story for better perspective.
Friday morning is when the garbage gets picked up. Been like that since I moved in three years ago. Except for when there is a holiday that Monday. Then we can deal with it on Saturday.
Having said that, every Thursday night, its big D's chore to take out the garbage and whatever recycling box it is that week. No...do not feel sorry for him people! He has this, and dishes. That's pretty much all I trust him with *smirk* so much training required....
*ahem* anyhoo...so now we all know the routine...lets continue.....
So, the Thursday that just passed, while doing our night time clean up I tell big D,
'Don't forget the garbage tonight.'
'I don't have to do it tonight. Garbage is on Saturday.'
'Are you sure?'
'Yup. It was Remembrance Day Monday, remember?'
Okay...this is true. Just to make sure, I look out the window. Thank god for neighbours.
'Well everyone else has their garbage out.' <---- ummm...HELLO! FIRST CLUE!
'Nah, it will be fine.'
'You sure?'
'Pfft, yeah. Besides, I'll be up way before they even get here if it happens.'
Okay, close curtain end scene. So the next morning, while he's upstairs and I'm making my precious brew of java...what do I hear? The magical sound of the garbage truck and big D cursing.
And we wonder why our three year old swears.
I hate to say this, (no I don't, I really love it) but I told you so. *big hugs*
So...the next time I say something and stand by it (which I admit, sometimes I am wrong but there are times when my brilliant mind gets ignored) I shall remind my sexy big D about the story of that wonderful morning. And not just for me. But for all the women in the world who chuckled while watching their husbands chase down garbage trucks in their bath robes.
*huggles and kissles*
Monday, October 29, 2007
Pumpkin Carving Fun
So tonite we did the whole pumpkin ritual. Personally, I'm surprised no one is out protesting the brutal torture we put this...what? vegetable?...through every year.
Like when they protest against eating turkeys around Thanksgiving.
At any rate, we got the pumpkin, a nice long ready-for-a-face pumpkin a few days ago, promising the kids that soon, we will carve it.
They were were totally stoked to do it. And this morning, two pairs of big brown eyes light up when I announced that tonite is the night.
Apparently, however, they didn't understand the concept behind it. For when they got home, and Mr. Pixie cut open the top...they did not like what they saw inside. Eric refused to touch the orange goop and Devon swore as he tried to gather the seeds. Like, literaly swore. Even got it on video. Oops.
So mommy basically did most of the dirty work. Which I don't mind. I don't mind getting my hands dirty ;)
And while daddy was cutting out the face (Eric's design), Devon was crying. He didn't want to cut the pumpkin, he just wanted a face on it. It wasn't till we were done, and we all gathered in the bathroom (the only room in the house where it can go completely dark) to see the finished result that he understood why we had to cut a face out. Thats our pumpkin. Doesn't it rock your socks?
So the house is now officially decorated for Wednesday. A pumpkin at the front door, and a paper ghost in the window.
Eat your heart out, Martha Stewart :P
*kissles*
Small little rant
On to blog number two! (thanks yve for guiding me lol, I will get the hang of this, I swear)
Anyhoo, for the record, I don't want to cause any more problems, this is just me pondering about a few things.
Its always a mine field when talking about in-laws.
Okay, so I have a very close relationship with my mother, and over the years, I know that we all have different relationships with our parents. Some good, some bad and some are just *blink*
And the relationship my man has with his, is a big time *blink blink*
Don't get me wrong, I like them. I really do. They are not bad people at all and the kids adore them.
But it just gets to me their apparent lack of support. Throughout every milestone we had, it just seemed to be another lecture.
And this is right from the beginning.
Now I understand how it might be a bit wary for your child to fall in love with an older woman who already has two kids, and I understand the concern of that woman is just trying to use your son. It took a while for that to sink in that it wasn't my intention. And I was always understanding of that.
But then we got engaged, and while everyone on my end were absolutely thrilled, they seemed more reluctant than ever.
Same with the baby. (news about baby later on)
Everyone, even though they knew it wasn't a planned thing, they were happy for us. My mother, ecstatic, friends not surprised but happy for us regardless.
Their reaction? "How did this happen?"
What do I say to that? Do I pull out two dolls and show them? And here I was wondering why he was so petrified to tell them the news. I never felt so small and uncomfortable in my life. (okay that's not true, I had many moments like that but still :P)
Then came last night, when he called about our wedding plans. I want to give them the benefit of the doubt, perhaps he called at a bad time. But I was honestly expecting more excitedness.(is that even a word? oh well, it is now)
After all, this is your son's big day.
And to tell you the truth, it hurts. It just feels like no matter what we do, its not good enough. We have been together for almost four years. Engaged, baby the whole bit. I think its safe to say we are pretty much secure in our feelings for each other and that this is what we want.
I know he will never have the same relationship with them as I have with my mother. I just hope one day that they will put their stern opinions aside and just enjoy the huge moments in his life.
On a plus side, while watching a movie last night...there was a lot of moving around in my mommy tummy. My goodness, I forgot how cool it is to feel them moving inside of you. But whats more important, is that my man was able to feel the little one kick and turn! Before he couldn't' tell if it was the baby, or just me having really bad gas. So yay for new daddy feeling baby kick him!
I'll end this for now...you know I will be back
*kissles*
Anyhoo, for the record, I don't want to cause any more problems, this is just me pondering about a few things.
Its always a mine field when talking about in-laws.
Okay, so I have a very close relationship with my mother, and over the years, I know that we all have different relationships with our parents. Some good, some bad and some are just *blink*
And the relationship my man has with his, is a big time *blink blink*
Don't get me wrong, I like them. I really do. They are not bad people at all and the kids adore them.
But it just gets to me their apparent lack of support. Throughout every milestone we had, it just seemed to be another lecture.
And this is right from the beginning.
Now I understand how it might be a bit wary for your child to fall in love with an older woman who already has two kids, and I understand the concern of that woman is just trying to use your son. It took a while for that to sink in that it wasn't my intention. And I was always understanding of that.
But then we got engaged, and while everyone on my end were absolutely thrilled, they seemed more reluctant than ever.
Same with the baby. (news about baby later on)
Everyone, even though they knew it wasn't a planned thing, they were happy for us. My mother, ecstatic, friends not surprised but happy for us regardless.
Their reaction? "How did this happen?"
What do I say to that? Do I pull out two dolls and show them? And here I was wondering why he was so petrified to tell them the news. I never felt so small and uncomfortable in my life. (okay that's not true, I had many moments like that but still :P)
Then came last night, when he called about our wedding plans. I want to give them the benefit of the doubt, perhaps he called at a bad time. But I was honestly expecting more excitedness.(is that even a word? oh well, it is now)
After all, this is your son's big day.
And to tell you the truth, it hurts. It just feels like no matter what we do, its not good enough. We have been together for almost four years. Engaged, baby the whole bit. I think its safe to say we are pretty much secure in our feelings for each other and that this is what we want.
I know he will never have the same relationship with them as I have with my mother. I just hope one day that they will put their stern opinions aside and just enjoy the huge moments in his life.
On a plus side, while watching a movie last night...there was a lot of moving around in my mommy tummy. My goodness, I forgot how cool it is to feel them moving inside of you. But whats more important, is that my man was able to feel the little one kick and turn! Before he couldn't' tell if it was the baby, or just me having really bad gas. So yay for new daddy feeling baby kick him!
I'll end this for now...you know I will be back
*kissles*
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