By the time I decide I am ready to own a house again my girls will all be grown and gone. Technically they are all too big for this type of thing now. I am sure my pets and grandbabies (in a long, long, LONG time from now!) would love it though!
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…they are mine, they are the best, and I couldn’t imagine my life without any of them 🙂
And Yes; I do enjoy griping about them. Hey, they make it way too easy to just let it go!
…and No I will not stop to the store to buy you your 12th pair.
How do you lose something that is literally stuck inside 2 orifices in your body? Do you not notice when you suddenly don’t hear the music that was blasting your eardrums a second ago?
You never take them out when I am talking to you, so I was assuming you just never took them out.
I lost a baton once; no one bought me a new one. I lost a pair of roller skates, too. That really sucked, but that was also about the time I quit leaving my stuff in places it didn’t belong. I would suggest you do the same. Honestly, I am thinking the damn headphones are in one of the pockets of those 2 pairs of jeans that you lost. Go figure.
Enough said!
I am not even sure if I want to know how a 16 year old girl can lose two (count ‘em; 2) pairs of pants.
“Did you check in that overflowing laundry basket that has been sitting on your bedroom floor for the past month?” Yes, she did.
“Did you check in the two laundry baskets sitting at the top of the stairs that are both full of your girls’ clean laundry I ran for you this weekend?” Yes, she did.
“Did you check in your sister’s closet, to make sure I didn’t hang them up thinking they were Erin’s pants?” Yes, she did.
“Did you look under your bed?” Yes, she did.
“Did you look under your sister’s bed?” Yes, she did.
“Did you check your sister’s dressers?” Yes, she did.
“No, I did not put your 2 pairs of jeans in my closet. I cannot wear your clothes, so why would I take your pants when we do not wash our clothes together?” She doesn’t know.
Now there are certain things that go on in my house without fail, and I will never deviate from this. I absolutely, without a doubt, will not run my laundry with any of my girls’ laundry. Yes, 1-2 times a week, I run my laundry, all by itself. Not only does it save my clothes from being destroyed by the lip-gloss/markers/crayons/candy/gum that seem to get left in their pockets and laundered on a weekly basis, but it also saves me from having to dig my clothes out of their clothes when the laundry is done. My clothes get washed, dried, and taken care of immediately. They seem to be okay living out of laundry baskets, and unless if I feel motivated to put some of their things on hangers, they keep living out of those laundry baskets.
Now before you get on me about wasting water; I am not running a pair of jeans and a shirt through the washer and dryer. I am running full loads of clothes; and honestly, my girls could do a full load of clothes every, single day of the week and never get caught up on their laundry.
So what I would really like to ask her is:
“Did you leave your pants at school?” “Did you leave them at a friend’s house?” “Did you leave them at your now-ex-boyfriend’s house?” “Did you leave your pants on the bus?” “Did you give these pants to someone?” “Did you somehow wreck these pants and you don’t want to tell me?” “Did you cut these pants up like you do so many other clothes because you were trying to make something else to wear?” “Why do I have to rush to the store to buy you more pants when I’m not the one who lost them?” “Why is it my responsibility to know where you last took your pants off at!?!”
So, the mystery of the missing pants continues. I have literally been having her ask me those same questions on a daily basis for the last several days. If these pants ever turn up again, I will let you know where they were hiding!
…While you sit there and do absolutely nothing. Good Morning to me! Here’s a little tidbit about how my Tuesday is beginning…
I am doing this tomorrow!
My alarm goes off at 4pm, ughh, I hit the snooze, only to turn the alarm off at 4:05 pm before it starts screaming at me again. I cannot stand the sound of an alarm clock.
As soon as I open my bedroom door, I hear from behind child #2’s bedroom door, “Mom, are you cooking dinner, I am starving?”
Me: “Could you let me get a cup of coffee please?” I head downstairs to child #3 laying on the couch, watching television, and child #4 eating a bag of popcorn. (Why are you eating in the living room? I ask you 10 times a day to not eat in the living room).
So, as I wait 30 seconds for my cup of coffee to brew (why did I give up Monster drinks?) I go in the basement and put my laundry in the dryer. It is now about 4:15 and I can get in the shower.
Showered, dressed, hair is blow-dried, lacking make-up and need more coffee. I get more coffee, and begin making a dinner that I am not going to eat.
Ridiatore pasta, spinach and parmesan sauce (yes, jarred), and homemade garlic toast. I empty the dishwasher while I am literally waiting for water to boil. It really does take longer when you watch it. 20 minutes later I tell 3 kids they can eat, to have child #4 ask “Mom, if my friend comes over while I am eating, can I go outside and play and I will eat later?”
“Um. No, you cannot.”
Kids fed, I can go finish getting ready for work. Everyone is done eating, the kitchen is a mess, and I get to take care of everything. Child #2 is back in her bedroom, child #3 is back on the couch, and child #4 is outside with her friend.
Where is child #1, you ask? She is a Junior in college and lives near her campus, which is not near me 😦 And if she was here, I would not be typing this post because she would have had dinner made, kids fed, and dishes taken care of before I even got out of bed (Love you Jess!)
Yes, I could yell at them (trust me, I do) and nag them to do their chores, clean the kitchen, etc. etc. But honestly, sometimes it is just easier for me and everyone else if I just do it myself. It gets done faster, and correctly the 1st time. And no, I am not an enabler of lazy children, they do take care of the things I expect them to, most of the time.
said no child of mine, EVER 🙂
So it’s on to cup of coffee #3, a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios and a banana Lucky Charms (I need the sugar rush), and time to do homework.
Yes, I really do love my girls more than anything, but some days, I just gotta share how ridiculous things can be around here 🙂
LOL, not to that extent, but fair enough!
……..The idiot representing the cable company on the other end of the internet conversation, or whichever child of mine thought they would pull a fast one.
I usually don’t have a problem paying my bills, but when I see my already outrageous cable bill is even higher than its usual ridiculously high price, I start scanning the bill.
Yep; someone wanted to watch something on pay-per-view that was $19.95. So, I grab the remote, and try to change the parental controls. Except this clever child of mine changed the 4-digit pin. So I was locked out from my ability to parental control the crap out of the television. So, I go online to my account, and decide to instant conversation with someone from the cable company ( or as we say here: foreign country that understands limited English). In a moment you will see why I say this.
I swear to goodness they do this!
I ask how to reset my pin that my kids changed. I get told that I cannot change my pin without knowing what the current one is. Now let me just say, I will not name this cable company; except to say that they are the second foulest word in the English language that starts with a C and ends with a T. Got it? O.K. 😀
So by now I am getting angrier by the second, and ask this person (aka Maria) if she is telling me that my kids can buy whatever they want on my cable system and I am unable to do anything about it? I will just cut to the chase here, because this was a really, REALLY long conversation. She sent a signal to my cable box; after I gave her my social security number (she said, Thanks, that matches your account! I said “Why wouldn’t it, it’s my social security number?”) No, I felt no desire to be nice to this person, even if she had the ability at her fingertips to cut my cable, phone, and internet and ruin my night.
After 20+ minutes, I am able to reset my pin and start locking things out. I ask her: “How can I see what this PPV program was?” She says (You are gonna love this!)
“What is the title of it that is on your bill?”
Yeah, I am getting angrier, and meaner. So I ask “Maria”:
“If I knew what the title of it was, why in the world would I possibly be asking you for it?”
By this point, I am not really caring about the $20.00, (not that I ever was, it was just the point of it) and am more concerned that I may have a kid here watching some nasty porno crap and I need to intervene ASAP.
I never did find out what it was, and unless if it pops up on my bill with the title (which it may not since I paid the bill) I may never know. But I do know without a doubt that it will not happen again. I have locked out every single channel, and they will be watching the religious channel as long as the television is on.
True Story!
Has someone tried to pull a fast one on you recently?
…then feeling like you are the only person awake in the world 😦 Now I know why I don’t mind working so many weekends.
Being a shift worker, I am no longer able to flip my sleep schedule when I don’t work and sleep at night and remain awake during the day. I have went as far as staying up for 30 hours straight; went to bed at 11 pm, only to wake up at 2am, wide awake and unable to sleep any longer.
Now, I generally don’t mind it too much because I get ahead on my homework, reading, and television shows I missed. I also manage to get the house chores done, and I even made creamsicle cupcakes last night (this morning).
But being bored, and knowing you cannot call anyone, text anyone, see anyone; it just sucks. That is all there is to it. It sucks. It is now 7:30am, one of my girls is up, and I am waiting for my sleeping pills to kick in so I can go sleep for the majority of the morning and afternoon. Only to get to do it all again tonight.
I don’t think I would be so grumpy about it today if I didn’t have an extra night of it because I took a vacation day. The up side; I am on for at least the next two weekends, and think I will take the two after that.
I absolutely cannot wait until I get my Benjamin (hairless sphynx) and have someone to keep me company 🙂
So here’s to wishing you and yours a wonderful weekend, and I promised myself I would get up with a better attitude than I am going to bed with, and make the most of the rest of my weekend. It is pretty much all planned out, so it should go a lot faster.
What are you planning for the weekend?
It’s about that time; I will begin the enrollment process for my homeschooler so she can do 8th grade in an online environment.
I almost feel like I am giving up, passing the buck, putting the responsibility on someone else. Yeah, I probably am. But with everything I have tried for the past 7+ months, I cannot seem to find what is needed to motivate Erin to be excited about learning. She used to love school (before the bullying issues) and she does really well with some of her homeschooling. World History is a breeze; math, not so much. Reading stories and doing book reports? Piece of cake. Science, ehh, she could take it or leave it.
I think something more structured, with a set schedule and hard and fast deadlines will help her stay on pace. Obviously I cannot do anything to reward or punish her enough to make her want to do her work consistently. I realize that homeschooling is generally a more laid back type of learning environment (I mean that in the best way possible), but unfortunately, I have the personality of schedules, time frames, and deadlines. This is still an environment I am trying to adjust to.
Having experience with online learning for numerous years, I do think she will do well with this.
Have you done online learning, and what did you think about it?
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