Friday, April 28, 2006

Kid Conversation

Scene: Tyler answers the phone.

TYLER (9): "Hello."

DAD: "What's wrong?"

TYLER: "Nothing. Why?"

DAD: "You sound bummed."

TYLER: "I'm waiting for the point."

death is sure to follow when dad gets home

It's Boogers!

The littles are looking at boogers through Dylan's (7) microscope. They are very excited. I'm a bit proud but they keep trying to show me and I really don't want to look. Oh, and Dylan has a friend over. Great. I'm sure his mom will just love the educational things I let my kids do.

**UPDATE: Dylan just informed me, "It's a good thing I used rubber gloves when I touched the booger." At least there's that.

Smooshing Update

I've heard it was painful. I've heard it was a necessary evil. I'm here to say it is more pressing than smooshing. Also, as long as your not self-conscience about a strange woman (she wasn't strange, I just didn't know her... but I do now. HA!) handling your breasts? It's a piece of cake.

If I hadn't had kids it might have been more uncomfortable because:
  1. My breasts are much less dense since breastfeeding.

  2. It just harder to embarrass me with medical professionals now than before kids.

If given a choice between the pressing of the girls and the inspection of the va-jay-jay? I'd pick the girls every time.

Now it's your turn. Go get your girls checked!

Reasons I Am Pathetic #278 & #279

I really don't want to whine. Really. I also don't want to complain. I'm serious. I was taking stock this morning trying to figure out what I could write and well, I thought back to last night. Last night and the realization that right now I'm going to hell in a handbasket. And what that phrase means exactly? I have no idea. But I do know I don't have my shit together.

Financially we are running out of time. I do not have a job. The one I was kind of counting on told me I would hear from them on Wednesday. Told me 'unofficially' I should expect the call from HR. The call never came. I told myself HR might be behind. I'd hear something Thursday. No call. I know if I don't hear by the end of today that it's over. The last interview I went on Monday? No word. I'm thinking that it's not good. What does this all mean? Stress. Big time.

Weight wise? Well, let's see, stress = eating my body weight in food that is high in fat, sodium and chocolate. So the 13 pounds I had lost? Down to 10. So now my sponsor has been paying for me to gain weight. I don't think that's what she had in mind when we joined weight watchers. The worst part? It's all my fault. The stress that gaining is causing? IS ALL MY FAULT. Makes you feel good, don't it?

I know there are lots of good things happening too or at least things that aren't going badly but right now I'm kind of blinded and strung out about the bad stuff. And that my friends makes me look even more self-involved and pathetic than usual. I really need to get back on track. Can I wait until after the boob smash this afternoon? Please?

**EDITED TO ADD: As for the boob smash, please check out this link. As much as I want to skip it and all, I really think it should be available to women. Let your voice be heard.**

Thursday, April 27, 2006

My Glamorous Life

Whatever glitch caused the disappearance of this site seems to have been taken care of. I'm back. Too bad I have nothing to offer.

I did have the opportunity to get my va-jay-jay checked out this morning. (Been dying for a chance to use that word.) How I love those appointments. *cough, cough, hack, hack, vomit* Not. But since it's been over two years it was past time to make sure I'm healthy. And I realized that I would totally skip it again but the boys are too young to lose their mother. Must stay healthy so I'm around for them.

And that brings me to the fact that I am now officially old. Yes, I've hit the magical age where one doctor's visit leads to referrals for more doctor visits and bloodwork. So not only did I do the dreaded va-jay-jay check (I shall use the term as often as possible) but I now get to have the girls smooshed tomorrow for the very first time. Baseline and all ya know. Then in a couple of weeks I get to have someone check out all my freckles and "beauty marks". Oh, how I hate the term beauty marks. There is nothing beautiful about mine. The alternative, moles, is so much less pleasant though. Maybe I shall call them bigger freckles. Freckles are so cute. Or maybe maxifreckles. No, reminds me too much of maxipads. Megafreckles? No. hmmmm...

I know, hyperfreckles. YES! Hyper as a prefix means over, above or beyond. That is what 'they' are. So that is my new word. I'm having my freckles and hyperfreckles checked by a dermatologist in a couple of weeks.

You think I am so pretty now don't you?

You just want to be me right now.

Ya, me either.

In other news, the dog has been groomed. I now can see how he's put on a few too many pounds this winter. (who hasn't) Time for a little doggie diet. And by diet I mean no more fat from the burgers and making more of an effort to keep they kids' snacks where he can't steal them.

My life, it is so glamorous.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

He's Home!

Thanks to Sharon for the link!

Yes, Zach is home. Right now he is snuggled deep in his bed. He is so tan it astounds me. His eyes are so blue it's startling. And he has just now stopped talking. Okay, not just now. It was when he fell asleep. I'd forgotten how much that child talks. And by how much, I mean NEVER. STOPS. No wonder it's seemed so quiet. The other boys talk louder to be heard above his constant chatter. Then he gets louder to be heard over them. Then I'm yelling to be heard above them all. It's madness I tell you! And I love every noisy minute of it.

Also? What is with this weather? I kept telling myself it would get cold again. Kept reminding myself about where I live. But when the daffodils bloomed and the forsythia and then the tulips? I started believing it was warm. And it would stay warm.

HA! Mother Nature got me again. It was in the 40's tonight. It's expect to get below freezing later. FROST people. FROST. I'm not happy. Alex's first baseball game was tonight (they lost) and it was FREEZING. My toes actually hurt when I was walking to the car. Pain from the cold! I may need to pull the winter coats back out for Thursday's game. Might, HA! It's only suppose to be in the 30's tomorrow and Thursday. Heavy coats it is. GAH!

Oh, and no news on the job front.


Okay, someone is obviously messing with me. I just got 2 phone calls from a woman. TWO.

I have never met her. She lives in Alabama. I don't know anyone who lives in Alabama.

This woman claims she saw a woman in church in Mobile where she lives that was wearing a gorgeous necklace. A necklace that I made. The woman told her how to find me on the internet AND when the woman said she didn't have a computer (which I totally wouldn't believe except she sounded quite a bit older) the woman gave her my name and phone number. My name and PHONE. NUMBER. This tends to make me think I must know this person OUTSIDE of this box I am typing into.

The woman who called said she didn't know the other woman's name but she was from Daphne, Alabama. Again, I. DON'T. KNOW. ANYONE. IN. ALABAMA. So, which one of you moved and didn't tell me?

Anyway, she went on to describe the necklace. I have no recollection of it. It does not mean I didn't make it. I haven't made any real jewelry in about a year and a half. Maybe longer. Two years?

I looked at some of my beads and it is possible I made what she described considering what I still own.

So help a girl out. Do I know someone from Alabama? Did I send you a necklace? Did you move and not tell me? Is this some scam?

She wanted me to send her a catalog of my jewelry. I DON'T HAVE A CATALOG. Excuse my yelling. This seems to be stressing me out a bit. She gave me her phone number, name and address so I could send her some photos of my work. She wants a necklace just like the one this other woman was wearing.

SHE CALLED ME FROM ALABAMA. Let me repeat... the woman she spoke to gave her MY NAME AND PHONE NUMBER.

Any suggestions?


My baby's coming home today!

Monday, April 24, 2006

Job Hunt

Applications since 2/1/2006: 16
Interviews: 6
Job Offers: 2 so far, but I couldn't start immediately so they were offered to others. 2 still possible.

I'm ready to get off this rollercoaster. I want a job already. Also? I thought we'd be okay financially until June but no. The van needed work. Need I say more? I need to start a job May 1st. That was my goal from the start but that was so we'd have a cushion. Now I need it to buy groceries.

The interviews? All went well. It's so strange applying for jobs now that I'm older. I'm pickier. I mean, not to say I wouldn't take something just because we need more income but when I walk out of the interview I have a definite feel if it is a "fit" or not. Of the two possibles, one is a better fit but either would work well. Also, the ones I didn't get? None really felt right.

Strange fact: I have been the first interview for 5 out of 6 of them. The first person they saw in person. Do you know how hard it is to gauge how much they like you when you're the first person they see? Very difficult.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

These Are The People In My Neighborhood

... or not really.

More like, these are my kids on a walk in our neighborhood.

More images on Flickr. Notice the absence of my babyyyyy. Wah!

Wednesday, April 19, 2006


Ah... my show. It is back. And wonderful.

But 1 push and the kid is out? Please.

And what is that? Outer Mongolia? Vaughn has been hiding out with Mongolian monks?

I know it is all ridiculous but I love it still. And now I'm turning into Yoda to boot. To boot? Apparently my brain has been affected by all the spy/gadgety goodness.


I'm so happy it is back. And there are 5 - count 'em - FIVE - more episodes. And then I will have to buy it all on DVD. And my life will be complete.

And they better live up to the promises of explaining it all. I want to know it all. I'm not kidding here. These people do not explain the convoluted spy secrets and I will hunt them down and force them to write what happens and then hire back all the actors and film it. Then, once they give it to me on DVD, and only then, I will allow them to go back to their lives. And I learned all my torture devices from them. HA! Won't they be sorry when I strap them on the front of my minivan and speed around a parking garage. They'll have to tell me what happens then. Ahem.

So anyway, did anyone else catch the wondrous 2 hours of Alias tonight? What did you think?

Me, the Freak

I may have mentioned here before that occasionally I over-react. Now on the average day I don't. I'm a great boy mom. Blood, cuts, bruises, broken fingers... eh. No big deal. Bleeding from the eyeball - FREAK OUT! OVER REACT! PANIC!

Last night I was closer to the freak out than the eh. Dylan (7) who is known to be asthmatic but has only ever had 2 asthma attacks in his entire life, the last being 4 1/2 years ago, was complaining of his heart burning when he breathed. We tried Tums. Didn't work. We tried his inhaler. And YAY! it worked and he was fine.

Couple of hours later and his heart was burning again. Hmmm. Inhaler. Fine. I decide if it happens again we'll have to call the doctor because this is weird and not usual and "Hello, my other baby is in FLORIDA. I need to focus on other things right now."

At about 5:30, yes, the doctor's office is now CLOSED, his chest burns AGAIN. Inhaler. Fine. Tomorrow. Tomorrow we will call if it happens again. Meanwhile, I envision racing to the ER in the middle of the night.

At about 6:30 the child decided to rollerblade around the block with the neighbors. Ok. No problem... Gee, they've been gone a mighty long time. Now I'm standing in the front yard straining to hear his voice. Peering down the sidewalk both ways. No child.

I ask passing strangers, friends, neighbors and relatives if they saw my child. No.

Now I start to over-react. What if he had an attack? What if the neighbor does not have a phone to call me? What if my child can not breath? What if he can't tell her our phone number? WHERE ARE THEY?

I am about to take the car and start circling the surrounding blocks. Then a sheriff's car drives slowly down the road. OMG! Something has happened. They are looking for me. He pulls into the church driveway next door and loops around it. He is definitely looking for me to tell me my son is in an ambulance on the way to the hospital. OMG! Why is he driving so slow... wait, he's driving past me... he is waving... he is gone. Hmmmm... who is that at the end of the street? A large group of children on rollerblades and bikes.

Oh. It's them. He's fine. Do you think I overreacted? Ok, so I did.

Now it's your turn. Do you ever over-react? About things that don't even happen? Would you have chased the sheriff down? Did I? I'll let you figure that one out.

I'm Still Here...

Really. I am. I've just been... well, not blogging.

The children are better. The disconnect is better. I have been getting exercise. And now I am dead. Or just in a lot of pain. Either way, the exercise is trying to kill me. And yes, I am taking it slow. Just goes to show you how out of shape I am.

I have eaten approximately 3 pounds of chocolate since Easter. Oh Easter. It was fun. The big bunny hid 74 eggs - inside and out. The children found them all although it did take most of the day before the last 3 were found. The big bunny also forgot to bring jelly beans. I know! What kind of bunny forgets the beans? Bad bunny. No one mentioned it though. I think all the chocolate caused such a spike in serotonin and energy no one had a chance to notice. Besides, the devil of a bunny brought the children Hops (like Peeps only bunnies) so they were happy. I personally find those sugary-marshmallowy things repulsive so I certainly didn't buy them. But the bunny is out to please and apparently chocolate and marshmallow is good enough for the children.

The weather here has been beautiful. That has made it a very lovely vacation. Although, it hasn't been very vacationy. The children were sick for the first 1/2. Now they are playing. Just playing. Video games, rollerblading, basketball type stuff. Yesterday was exciting... we ran errands, one boy had a birthday party to attend, we visited their Grandpa in rehab (for his knee) and some played a new video game while another had baseball practice. Whoohooo! MoMMY sure knows how to make a vacation unforgettable.

This morning in my guilt-ridden state I asked the kids what they'd like to do before this vacation is over. Go somewhere, play something, have friends over, anything out of the ordinary. I got back... nothing. Well, one of the children suggested driving to the airport and flying to Florida so we could go to an amusement park but I had to admit that was a bit out of reach.

Speaking of Florida... I miss my baby! Two weeks is definitely too long. The first week was okay. Once I got past the first 2 days I was good. Then about 6 days in I started the heavy missing of him. Usually he would be back the next day so it would be okay but he is not going to be back for SIX. MORE. DAYS. Ugh! I can't do this. I'm all for the kids going away for a night. Or a weekend. Or okay, a week. But 2 weeks is way too long. My baby... *sniff, sniff*

There he is. My baby. Zach.

And now I have forgotten what else I was going to say. Please excuse me while I call my baby AGAIN. And then I shall go cry quietly in the corner while I try to stretch out my I-hate-you-for-doing-this-to-me muscles and pop more Advil.

Friday, April 14, 2006

Have A Good Friday

A second child is down with fever.

The first is just beginning the road to recovery. (He has decided to try to watch all the Star Wars movies in order today. They are on episode 3.)

The 3 of us missed the family Passover Seder at my MIL's.

I did get the eggs boiled for coloring tomorrow. I also got caught up on laundry and baked some muffins. (No, not from scratch - who do you think I am, Martha Freakin' Stewart?)

No word on the job front.

Disconnect is a bit better today. Although, it does seem to get worse as the day goes on. Thank you for all your good thoughts and suggestions. I think I really need to start exercising again.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Any Ideas?

I'm a bit worried. The disconnect that proceeded my diagnosis of depression is back. I know this has happened since I've went off the meds but I've always pulled out of it. I also have noticed I'm self-medicating with food again. For the last couple of weeks. Needless to say the weight loss thing has been a no go and that is feeding into the disconnect.

I'm not sure what to do. Do I wait it out? Do I... what? What do I do? Each time I've felt this way I've panicked. I really don't want to go back on the medication. I want to fix this myself. Besides, the sadness isn't back. The mood swings are bearable. I've been screaming at the kids a bit more but not too bad.

Help a girl out... anyone got a way for me to get back on track? Has anyone felt this way before? What helped you? I need to fix this before I slide too far down that slippery slope and end up at the bottom of a full fledged depression again.


No, not the marshmallow kind. What I'm talking about is those annoying things that come out of my oldest's mouth. He loves to yell things to bug the ever living crap out of me.

His latest favorite is PEEPS! for people.

"Let's go PEEPS!"

"I'm going out to play with my PEEPS!"

PEEPS! is always screeched. In a high, ear-splitting tone.

Anyway, I'm writing to tell you the solution should your child start such annoying behavior...

Claim the word as your own. Yes, you will sound silly. No, you do not have to screech the word even if your child does. And no, you don't have to use it in public. Although, if you find glee in embarrassing your offspring like I do, occasional public use is key.

Alex has decreed he can no longer use PEEPS! because I now use it. And I am old. And I am so, so uncool. The word is dead to him. Although occasional usage will still make him cringe.

My work here is done. Later, peeps!

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

The 1st Inklings of Doom

A child has just returned from school with a fever.

This is the last day of school for ELEVEN. Count 'em ELEVEN. I repeat. E. LEV. EN. whole days.

I did not get my shopping or errands done.


Doom I tell you.

Update of a Busy Day

I know, I know, my post titles are just getting better all the time. Stunning really. *cough - eye roll*

Anywayyyy, back to the update.

My mom and Zach's plane stayed in the air thanks to all of your good thoughts. I deeply appreciate it. They arrived safe and sound and last I heard were stuck in the West Palm beach traffic looking for a place to eat dinner. I'm assuming they made it to my grandmother's fed and in one piece.

A side effect of this trip though is the image I now have burned into my brain. The background of the image is that I've been selfish. When the other boys went to Florida I pumped up the trip. It was going to be FUN! and EXCITING! and they would be too busy to miss me. I sold it. Really, really sold it to them. And the consequence? They barely, if at all, missed me.

Alex was gone for 1.5 weeks. I was pregnant and at home with a 18 mo. old and a 3 year old. I was so exhausted I welcomed the break. When Tyler went? I had an infant, a 2 year old and a 6 year old. Tyler was a difficult child at this point. Excuse me, the books called it spirited. Whatever. I welcomed the 1 week break. When Dylan went he was a difficult, stubborn, defiant, tantruming exhaustion. Wait, he still can be those things. But at the time he went he was those things most of the time. Except on the 1 week trip where he was an angel and didn't want to come home. Apparently I sold it too well.

This trip I have an 11 year old, 9 year old and a 7 year old. Zach is my only one who still cuddles with me every morning. He still needs me. He still holds my hand in public and tells me he "loves me more than I can think." And I didn't do my duty to really sell the trip. I may have even mentioned I'd miss him. He may have overheard me mention that 2 weeks is a long time for him to be gone. I told him it would be fun and exciting and he would be too busy to miss me. But the capitals and exclamation points were not there. And so? His last words to me as they went through the security checkpoint were, "I'll miss you mommy." And the image seared into my brain is his little hand gripping my mom's sleeve because her hands were full. He searched for a good grip while I watched as they walked off together.

And I might be crying now. Again.

Where was I? Ah, the update.

I left the airport trying not to cry because I was now on my way to my interview. I was once again reminded why I don't typically wear mascara. Could. Not. Cry. was my mantra the whole way there. And again in the parking garage.

I went into the hospital and had a few minutes so I decided to make a pitstop. All that Mt. Dew needed to be dealt with before I sat down with a potential employer. And that is when my girly friend companion thing made her appearance. Now my first thought was "Fuck, figures." My second thought was, "I'm a girl. I must have something in my purse. The purse I just changed to for interviews. I'm a girl. All girls carry stuff. I'm a girl. (Yes, I needed to remind myself as if the whole experience was not reminder enough.) I MUST have something in the secret little supply pocket."

And I did. Whew. Crisis averted. As I washed my hands I kept trying to tell myself this was a good omen. Everything was going well so far. And then I started to worry that this meant something was bound to go wrong. I dried my hands - there were even paper towels in the rest room. And quickly distracted myself out in the hall as I headed to the HR dept. There I asked about another position that was recently advertised. I was also told that one of my interviewers had stopped down for a blank application for me to fill out. But I had already done this in February so they dug it out and I was able to show up at the interview with it. Another fortuitous occurrence. I was doomed.

The interview went well. I actually interviewed with 2 people. I should know more by the end of next week or possibly the beginning of the week after. I'm hoping to get it all going by May 1st. Or SOME job by May 1st. I'd really like this one though.

On my way out I checked on my FIL. He was still in recovery so I couldn't see him. Last I heard he was resting comfortably. And by that I believe they meant he has been completely out of it. Ah, the wonders of good drugs.

And that right there seems a good spot to end this post. The wonders of good drugs... let's ponder that because I may be needing some in the next two weeks while my baby is away. Oh, and maybe I wasn't doomed. Yesterday. I don't know about today yet.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Busy Day

I send my baby and my mother off on a plane today. *sniff, sniff* Then I have my last interview of the bunch. Got a couple of calls yesterday but they aren't looking promising for one reason or another. I'm really hoping this is the one.

In other news, my husband is dropping my FIL off at the hospital as I type. He's going in for knee surgery. He'll be chasing the boys up the first baseline before they know it. (his words)

In a bit of coincidence, my interview is at the same hospital. It's also the same hospital I had all 4 of the boys. The same hospital my mom works at and a handful of friends. The same hospital I took Tyler to when he broke his finger in September. I'm hoping this is all a good omen. I'd prefer not to have bad feelings about the place. And as far as hospitals go? I like it there. I'm comfortable. Just like I was comfortable at the local hospital where I grew up. Well, my mom worked there. We use to visit. I was born there, spent time there as a small child when I had pneumonia (my only bad experience there - they put me in a huge metal crib like a cage. A CRIB. I was about 5. I was indignent. And I had to pee and the nurse never came. Then she was mad when I peed everywhere. Really, what did she expect? It totally made me cry. I was so embarrassed!) and had my appendix out there. I also worked there in high school. So hospitals? Really don't bother me at all. I find it rather familiar. Comfortable.

And right there you can tell that I haven't spent much time mourning at the hospital. I haven't spent much time on the floors where there are actual sick people. I'm more of a emergency room, maternity floor, lab, radiology type person. Luckily the job I'm hoping for is in the lab.

So, please send good thoughts. Good thoughts for my FIL. Good thoughts that the plane my mom and Zach are on stays in the air. And good thoughts about this job. Please. I know it's a lot of good thoughts to ask for but you know, we have a busy day in the MoMMY household and we all really need them.

Thank you dear internet friends. Godspeed. (BTW, WTF does Godspeed mean?) Maybe I should just write that I will be sending you all good thoughts too. Well, as soon as the plane lands, my FIL is out of surgery and the interview is over. Then I'll totally be sending you good thoughts. Leave in the comments any specific things you want me thinking for you. I'll totally be on that!

Saturday, April 8, 2006


I've been putting off updating and I'm not sure why. My brain doesn't seem to want to write anything lately. Expect a dull and lifeless entry and you won't be disappointed.

Jobs: I've had 2 interviews. (1 was moved from next week to yesterday) They both went well. I'll let you know more later. I feel hesitant to mention too much at this stage in the game. Just know that by the end of next week I will have a job. I'm just not sure which one.

Kids: I'm packing Zach (5) up to spend 2 weeks in Florida with my parents and my Grandmother. The other kids have all gone and now it's his turn although they have all gone for 1-1.5 weeks. Not sure how I'll handle him being gone for 2.

Spring Cleaning: Before my interview yesterday my mom and I started the littles' room. We took out the dressers and put in shelves and drawers and reorganized. I was surprised I only got 3/4's of a bag of clothes to give away and one full bag of garbage (plus one of the dressers is going to the curb). The room looks so much better though and when they get back from Florida we'll do the heavy cleaning. So? Three and a half rooms/areas done. Eight and a half to go. Ugh! I just killed all the accomplishment I was feeling when I tallied up the rooms left to go.

Entertainment: Just watched 40-year-old Virgin last night. Hysterical! The husband didn't even fall asleep. I cried more than once laughing so hard.

That is all. Must start endless weekend activities.

Update: I KNEW I should have kept my mouth shut. I just, just now, got a call as I was publishing this. The job I was offered yesterday is no longer mine. He found someone who could start on Monday. Ugh. I may not have a job come next week.

Wednesday, April 5, 2006

More News on the Job Front

Make that 3 interviews. Two of which are for people who are completely computer illiterate (so they tell me). hmmm... Next week should be very interesting.


I deleted this post because... OMG! What was I thinking? This website has my actual name in it. I must have been hallucinating from the prospect of an actual job. (BTW, the shower is a terrible place to have this revelation. It seems to take HOURS to finish what you are doing and get dry enough to not electrocute yourself or do permanent damage to your computer.)

So... I have two job interviews. That is all we need to know. I have no clear preference at this time. We will see how it goes. Also? Thanks for the suggestions. I'll take as many as people want to offer.

That is all. Let's hope my sanity has returned.

Tuesday, April 4, 2006

New Stuff...

Some new apparel for all you bloggers with a little one...

Because that's what they really are.

I'm Going to Say It Again

This daylight savings thing is just wrong. Wrong. Wrong. WRONG.

My oldest 2 are back to getting on the bus in the dark. No one wants to wake up. I've had to physically drag the littles from their beds and SCREAM at them to get ready.

I give up. I know I complain about this every year but PLEASE, for all that is good and sunny, someone, anyone, fix this. Make it stop.

Side Note: I tried to find my post about this from last year. It seems to not exist. Odd. I remember writing it. Another nail in the coffin of my memory.

Monday, April 3, 2006


Ever have a day that no matter what you do people keep interrupting you?

Ever have a day filled with... a million things and yet it seems like you've got nothing accomplished?

Or perhaps a weekend full, full, full of things and now you can't remember what kept you so busy?

So yes, laundry and dishes are done. Anything else? Not so much.

BLOG: I finally have a new header up for April. It is another shot from my valentine's bouquet that my lovely husband was kind enough to surprise me with. Sigh.

JOB HUNT: It's still going on and on and on. Will it ever end? Not at this rate. I do have an interview set for Thursday. YES! Someone responded. However, I do not have high hopes. But yet I shall go.

CHILDREN: They NEED haircuts. Have I had time to do this? No. No, no, no. It's getting ridiculous. I've been trying for about 3 weeks. THREE. WEEKS. Talk about shaggy.

PARENTING: There's a new sheriff in town. Or maybe it's just time to put the ole foot down again. The children have been getting away with far too much. Time to hop back on the discipline train. Chores! Rules! Listening to their parents! (Well, I can dream can't I?)


In in all a very busy, unproductive time. Or just really busy and no time to preen over my accomplishments - or even remember them. Must go back to being busy...