So, our visitors arrived this afternoon so there are a total of 5 kids ages 6 years down to 9 months in my house until Saturday. Oh, how I wish I had just a tiny bit of their energy! I got most of the house cleaned but my bedroom and bathroom are still a disaster! Not that I really care, but I keep having to remind the kids to close the door so nobody sees, lol.
I would also like to say that our visitors are the.best.visitors.ever. She came with a pot of taco soup for supper! Best.thing.EVER. Especially since Biscuit and I had a Family Reading Night at her school. And apparently all that running and screaming was good for the kids because all five were asleep before 9 pm! I have no funny or profound things for the night, but everybody is asleep and I think I'm off to watch tv for a bit!
Lesson of the Day: Next time you will be an overnight guest at someone's house...take food!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Lysol, Bleach, and Yankee Candle Tarts...oh my!
So, we have company coming from out of state tomorrow afternoon. Company. On a Thursday! Now, I don't know about everybody else, but MY house is NOT one of those spotless houses where you can't tell that people actually live there. There's no cleaning lady, maidservice, or anything....there's just me! And there are 3 kids, 2 dogs, 1 cat, and a messy husband.
Now, my kids have toys. LOTS of toys. And they.are.everywhere! I have a friend whose kids were only allowed to play with their toys in.their.rooms! I have yet to figure out how to accomplish that! My oldest, Biscuit, just turned 6 last week, and then there's Sausage who just turned 4 yesterday, and of course, Butters who is 9 months...so needless to say there are toys in every room, chair, and every nook and cranny inbetween. I've pretty much accepted that the toys aren't going anywhere at least for another year or two. But, they're soooo hard to clean around, under, etc.
We moved to a new house in June and while we've unpacked there still seems to be alot of boxes of "stuff" stuck in various corners of several rooms. Now that people are coming to visit I find myself FREAKING out and moving all of my random boxes into the only unused room in the house...the baby's room. Since she still sleeps in our room all of our random junk has been stacked in her room. But, the good news is that my house is slowly starting to look like other people's houses! The ones that don't have "a laundry couch" or chair, or corner. I have gotten the laundry situation under control, at least until bath time tonight. I have swept, and mopped, and vaccumed and have gone to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and bought new Yankee Candle tarts so my whole house smells like yummy apples. Tomorrow I will have to strip the kids' beds and wash all of that so that our company will have clean sheets, but the guest bathrooms are scrubbed and I'm seriously considering locking the kids out and making them use the master bathroom until they leave.
Now, almost the entire house is clean....except for the master bedroom and bathroom. Will I get that far? THAT is the question!
Now, my kids have toys. LOTS of toys. And they.are.everywhere! I have a friend whose kids were only allowed to play with their toys in.their.rooms! I have yet to figure out how to accomplish that! My oldest, Biscuit, just turned 6 last week, and then there's Sausage who just turned 4 yesterday, and of course, Butters who is 9 months...so needless to say there are toys in every room, chair, and every nook and cranny inbetween. I've pretty much accepted that the toys aren't going anywhere at least for another year or two. But, they're soooo hard to clean around, under, etc.
We moved to a new house in June and while we've unpacked there still seems to be alot of boxes of "stuff" stuck in various corners of several rooms. Now that people are coming to visit I find myself FREAKING out and moving all of my random boxes into the only unused room in the house...the baby's room. Since she still sleeps in our room all of our random junk has been stacked in her room. But, the good news is that my house is slowly starting to look like other people's houses! The ones that don't have "a laundry couch" or chair, or corner. I have gotten the laundry situation under control, at least until bath time tonight. I have swept, and mopped, and vaccumed and have gone to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and bought new Yankee Candle tarts so my whole house smells like yummy apples. Tomorrow I will have to strip the kids' beds and wash all of that so that our company will have clean sheets, but the guest bathrooms are scrubbed and I'm seriously considering locking the kids out and making them use the master bathroom until they leave.
Now, almost the entire house is clean....except for the master bedroom and bathroom. Will I get that far? THAT is the question!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Happy 4th Birthday, Sausage!
Today is my little man, Sausage's 4th birthday! We are going to bake him a cake ourselves, at his request....chocolate with milk chocolate frosting. Then, we're picking Biscuit up from school early and going to get flu shots (not his bday gift) followed by shopping just for him. Since Biscuit's birthday was a short 5 days ago, we decided to wait until after both their birthdays to "do" anything and so far their request has been to go to Toys R Us and Build a Bear....soooo much better than me doing a party! I've done parties the last 5 years, sometimes one for friends and then one for family when we go to visit and I must admit I.don't.like.parties. At least not kids' birthday parties.
Sausage was our second baby, and he was in a hurry to come into the world! I was induced, just like with Biscuit, at slightly over 38 weeks. My doc put me in the hospital around 4 pm on Wednesday, gave me Cervidil around 5 pm. Now, with Biscuit, the Cervidil did squat. They unhooked me from the monitors, let me eat supper, and gave me some Ambien. Not so much with Sausage. The Cervidil put me into full-on labor within 20 minutes. Now, for some pregnancy-fog delusional reason, I was convinced that I was going to be in labor for 12 hours or so like with Biscuit so I was determined to walk and "deal" with the pain as much as possible because while I wholeheartedly planned on getting that oh-so-awesome epidural, I didn't want to be tied to the bed for too long.
I convinced the Rabid Sports Fan that I felt like walking so off we went down the hallway. Now, I was dealing well with the pain, but it wasn't something I could ignore, or walk through. So, we walked a few steps, and I stopped and survived a contraction. When we got to the end of the hall, the Rabid Sports Fan said to me, "on the way back try not to stop."That was when he was killed by a crazed pregnant woman so I calmly explained that I simply could not walk during the contractions. I rocked in a chair, I sat on the side of the bed, I walked around the room. Finally, after shift change at 7 pm, I called the nurse because I was hurting. She assured me that although I was only 4 cm that I would not be in labor for a long time. I took comfort in that, but still wasn't ready to get my epidural, so I opted for IV meds which I hadn't tried with Biscuit.
A little later she brought me a shot of Stadol. Now, I'm not a drinker, have never been drunk, but I can only assume that Stadol is the equivalent of probably an entire bottle of tequila. I went practically limp with relaxation and passed out. Until I had a contraction. When a contraction started it felt exactly the same as it did before the Stadol, only when it was over I fell right back into a state of complete relaxation. It was freaky. By this time it was around 9 pm and the Rabid Sports Fan ran to our house to put Biscuit to bed even though his parents were there. We wanted life to stay as normal as possible for her 2 year old self. He was gone maybe 20 mintues and the next time the nurse checked me I was 8 cm so I panicked and asked for the epidural. Now here is where things get fuzzy for me. In the way that hospitals do, it took a while for the anesthesiologist to get everything ready for my epidural and by the time she actually placed it, it was close to 11:30 pm. When the nurse checked me again, I was almost 10 cm and she "accidentally" broke my water. They called the doctor and we called my mother-in-law who had been present along with my mom for Biscuit's birth and wanted to be there again. Now, our house was maybe 2 miles from the hospital and traffic wasn't an issue. The doctor got there and had me push and then quickly threw on his gown and sterile gloves. The Rabid Sports Fan was calling his mom to see where she was because Sausage was about to be here. She was in the ER on her way up. She ran in just before push #2, then with push #3 out flew Sausage! All 8 lbs 7.8 oz of him.
He came out so fast that he had a bruise on his forehead. It was the easiest delievery EVER. Afterwards, when I had some time to think, I was pretty bummed about the epidural. I mean, he was born 8 minutes after midnight, so I had the epidural for a max of 38 minutes. The anesthesiologist was still in my room doing her paperwork. When she was done, she removed my epidural! I'm pretty sure I could have done those last 38 minutes without her.
Anyway, that's the story of my favorite little big boy's delivery. I hope his 4th birthday is awesome for him!
Sausage was our second baby, and he was in a hurry to come into the world! I was induced, just like with Biscuit, at slightly over 38 weeks. My doc put me in the hospital around 4 pm on Wednesday, gave me Cervidil around 5 pm. Now, with Biscuit, the Cervidil did squat. They unhooked me from the monitors, let me eat supper, and gave me some Ambien. Not so much with Sausage. The Cervidil put me into full-on labor within 20 minutes. Now, for some pregnancy-fog delusional reason, I was convinced that I was going to be in labor for 12 hours or so like with Biscuit so I was determined to walk and "deal" with the pain as much as possible because while I wholeheartedly planned on getting that oh-so-awesome epidural, I didn't want to be tied to the bed for too long.
I convinced the Rabid Sports Fan that I felt like walking so off we went down the hallway. Now, I was dealing well with the pain, but it wasn't something I could ignore, or walk through. So, we walked a few steps, and I stopped and survived a contraction. When we got to the end of the hall, the Rabid Sports Fan said to me, "on the way back try not to stop."
A little later she brought me a shot of Stadol. Now, I'm not a drinker, have never been drunk, but I can only assume that Stadol is the equivalent of probably an entire bottle of tequila. I went practically limp with relaxation and passed out. Until I had a contraction. When a contraction started it felt exactly the same as it did before the Stadol, only when it was over I fell right back into a state of complete relaxation. It was freaky. By this time it was around 9 pm and the Rabid Sports Fan ran to our house to put Biscuit to bed even though his parents were there. We wanted life to stay as normal as possible for her 2 year old self. He was gone maybe 20 mintues and the next time the nurse checked me I was 8 cm so I panicked and asked for the epidural. Now here is where things get fuzzy for me. In the way that hospitals do, it took a while for the anesthesiologist to get everything ready for my epidural and by the time she actually placed it, it was close to 11:30 pm. When the nurse checked me again, I was almost 10 cm and she "accidentally" broke my water. They called the doctor and we called my mother-in-law who had been present along with my mom for Biscuit's birth and wanted to be there again. Now, our house was maybe 2 miles from the hospital and traffic wasn't an issue. The doctor got there and had me push and then quickly threw on his gown and sterile gloves. The Rabid Sports Fan was calling his mom to see where she was because Sausage was about to be here. She was in the ER on her way up. She ran in just before push #2, then with push #3 out flew Sausage! All 8 lbs 7.8 oz of him.
He came out so fast that he had a bruise on his forehead. It was the easiest delievery EVER. Afterwards, when I had some time to think, I was pretty bummed about the epidural. I mean, he was born 8 minutes after midnight, so I had the epidural for a max of 38 minutes. The anesthesiologist was still in my room doing her paperwork. When she was done, she removed my epidural! I'm pretty sure I could have done those last 38 minutes without her.
Anyway, that's the story of my favorite little big boy's delivery. I hope his 4th birthday is awesome for him!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Praise the Lord, and Pass the Xanax
We moved to a new state almost two years ago, and I chose a church for me to attend with my Hoodlums. It's the same kind of church I grew up in, and to my surprise, it's not much different in the number of members. It's just that I'm not related to 20 of the 40 or so people who attend here. The first visit I made was alone to scope it out and see if I would be comfortable there and it turned out that I was. The only downside....I saw ONE kid. And he was a freak! By that, I mean that he was either 4 or 5 but he sat perfectly still through the entire service until he was tired at which time he quietly laid down between his parents and went to sleep. Seriously. At the time Biscuit was 4 and Sausage was 2 and they never would have sat that nicely even with a whole bag of crayons and coloring books. I would have been dragging them and all their junk out the door halfway through the service.
Now, since their were no kids, I looked around and everybody in the entire congregation was 70+, easy. I'm not exaggerating. After church, several people introduced themselves and one lady told me about the nursery...yay! So, I went and met the girl who stays in the nursery and she had 2 kids! Score. We've gone there ever since. I grew up going to church with my Papaw and I missed it terribly after I got married and moved away to the border. Then we had Biscuit, and I didn't trust anybody that I didn't know to watch her, so I just didn't go.
Since we've found a church here, we go pretty regularly but I normally end up staying in the nursery tohelp watch the kids talk to my friend, Lucy. Now, Lucy's kids are 7 and almost 5, a boy and girl, so they match up pretty well with Biscuit and Sausage. While the older kids go to Sunday school during the first hour, the nursery is calm. I mean, it's just me, Lucy, Sausage, and Butters most of the time. When Sunday School is over, however, all hell breaks loose it gets a little noisy. Now, we are separated from the sanctuary, so the noise won't disturb anyone, but it cranks my anxiety all the way up, and I always leave church on edge and sooo ready for nap time.
Last week I had to make a trip to WalMart after church and I swear I almost had an anxiety attack. My chest started to tighten and it was getting hard to breathe. It was awesome. The most awful thing I can imagine is me being carted off my some EMT's while my Hoodlums watch in horror. And the Rabid Sports Fan would freak out when he got that call, especially since we don't know enough people here to drop the kids off with.
My point is, it's time to get ready for church now, and I'm pretty much dreading it. So, I say, "Praise the Lord, and Pass the Xanax!" And wish me luck!
Now, since their were no kids, I looked around and everybody in the entire congregation was 70+, easy. I'm not exaggerating. After church, several people introduced themselves and one lady told me about the nursery...yay! So, I went and met the girl who stays in the nursery and she had 2 kids! Score. We've gone there ever since. I grew up going to church with my Papaw and I missed it terribly after I got married and moved away to the border. Then we had Biscuit, and I didn't trust anybody that I didn't know to watch her, so I just didn't go.
Since we've found a church here, we go pretty regularly but I normally end up staying in the nursery to
Last week I had to make a trip to WalMart after church and I swear I almost had an anxiety attack. My chest started to tighten and it was getting hard to breathe. It was awesome. The most awful thing I can imagine is me being carted off my some EMT's while my Hoodlums watch in horror. And the Rabid Sports Fan would freak out when he got that call, especially since we don't know enough people here to drop the kids off with.
My point is, it's time to get ready for church now, and I'm pretty much dreading it. So, I say, "Praise the Lord, and Pass the Xanax!" And wish me luck!
Saturday, October 23, 2010
"Don't Eat The Dog Food!"
This is something I find myself saying WAY more than can possibly be normal. I mean, I have 3 kids, but STILL! My oldest, Biscuit, just turned 6 so I really don't have to tell her anymore. My middle child, and only boy, Sausage a.k.a. "Different Food' will be 4 in a couple of days and I am CONSTANTLY having to say this to him! I mean, can it really taste THAT GOOD? Now my baby, Butters, has just discovered the dogs' bowls. It's certain to drive me crazy(-ier).
Well, duty calls in the form of the oldest two asking for "different food", so I'm off.
Well, duty calls in the form of the oldest two asking for "different food", so I'm off.
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| Why do my kids prefer Alpo to my cooking? I am a good cook, I swear! |
I am a stay at home mommy of all 3 and while I absolutely LOVE that I am the one to get to stay with them, some days it drives.me.crazy. My hubby, who we'll call the Rabid Sports Fan, works 50+ hours a week to support us all and I love him even more because of that. I mean, fully supporting 5 people is alot of responsibility! In addition to the 5 of us, we have 2 dogs and 1 cat.
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