Totally Random Nonsense & Proud Mommy Moments…

Blah!  Great way to start an entry, huh?!  Well, I’ve been in a big ‘ol funk and I don’t think I can find a shovel big enough to scoop myself out.  I’m trying not to let it get me down, but some things are easier said than done.  Hopefully I am not the only adult in the world that feels like screaming, crying, laughing hysterically, and flailing around like a two-year old having a full on temper tantrum, every once in a while! Then again, I’m not sure that would even help…just make me look like a fool and get me a one way ticket with the white coats! lol..Anyway, enough of that!  I thought I would share more of my “Proud Mommy Moments”!

I mentioned in my previous post, “Yesterdays Mail”, that both of my girls seem to be really enjoying school…well, as much as any kid really enjoys it, but we haven’t had too many complaints.  Malerie (9) is doing well already.  She aced her first spelling test and wrote a story about “The Girl Who Always Smiled”.  It is always quite funny when you get a chance to get inside Mal’s head and find out what’s going on in there!  This story was sad and hilarious all at the same time.  The girl, Stella (have no clue where she came up with the name), was being picked on at school, because her face got stuck in a huge smile.  The kids at school wanted to know why she smiled all the time and why she was talking funny.  Stella became upset because she was being picked on so much and she didn’t know why her face had gotten stuck, so she stood up for herself and told the other kids that it wasn’t nice to pick on other people for the way they look (written in capital letters, and all!) and the kids finally left her alone.  It was sad, to me, that my little girl wrote a story like this…about a girl being bullied for her appearance, but at the same time I was proud that she ended her story with the girl doing something about it and standing up for herself.  The hilarious part was her reading/shouting the story to me and the pictures that she drew of Stella and the other kids.  I love the fact that my kids have crazy imaginations, but can somehow put a real life issue into perspective at such a young age.  Kinda makes me feel like I’m doing something right.

I also mentioned last time that, Madelynn (11), has started volleyball.  Her first game was last week, she wasn’t able to play because she had broken a blood vessel in her wrist, but they won!  Last night was the first home game and she got to play.  This is the second sport that she has ever been in.  Over the summer both girls were in fast pitch soft ball for the first time and seemed to adjust and do really well.  Madelynn’s team has had practice every night after school and when she sets her mind on something, she really gets into it…she is constantly messing around with her ball in the yard.  I cannot begin to tell you the swell of pride I had while watching her play that game last night!  She is a rock star when it comes to serving the ball!  She had fans cheering for her in the bleachers!  They do two games up to 25 points and the third game is up to 15.  I was pretty impressed when they rotated around the first set and she served.  I was thinking, holy crap that was awesome!  The girls have to rotate out, too, but the coach kept her in and all but one serve was perfectly over the net!   She started the third game serving and it was, like, every time she served, the opposing team could not return it!  She had five points on the board!  I was seriously getting teary eyed watching her.  She is always so nervous about things, but she just looked so confident and it was like she had found this perfect spot in the floor and there was no stopping her!  The rest of her team played well, too.  They didn’t win last night, but they tried hard and that is all that matters.  I am definitely excited to see more!

So, there are two of my “Proud Mommy Moments” for the week!  I suppose I should get off of this thing and do some grown up type activity *groan*!

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Yesterdays Mail…

I have lots of things that I want to get posted on here, but I just haven’t had the time lately. The back to school routine should settle down here soon and I hope to have more time. Just like any other mom, I was more than ready for the ladies to head back to school, but this school year has had me a little nervous. Our oldest started middle school. I’m not sure why I’m freaking out, internally, that she is now in 6th grade. Maybe it’s because it doesn’t seem like all that long ago I was there, in the same school (it was our high school then), feeling shy and awkward, trying to remember which class I had next, that stupid locker combination that wouldn’t work because I was always getting my gym combo and hall combo confused? Or, maybe I just can’t come to terms with the fact that she is growing up too fast and that makes me feel OLD!! Yep, that’s it! I remember putting her pretty little face on the school bus for Kindergarten. I cried. Two years later, putting our youngest on the bus was a breeze! I teared up a little, but not like when Madelynn left that day. I think about this and wonder, why? I was used to having, at least, one of my girls home with me all day and now they are both gone. I should have been a mess..guess that episode is still a mystery, because I can’t figure it out! So, this school year starts. I took Madelynn for her open house. I was fine. I was fine until I got home from dropping them both off that first day and I lost it again! (I’m actually getting emotional writing this..Geez!) Malerie seems to love 4th grade, so far. When we found out who her teacher was going to be, I knew it was going to be okay for her, because she had the same teacher for Kindergarten. Madelynn is now in school sports. She is a little more adventurous, like her dad. I didn’t do sports in school..I was on the yearbook committee..Good enough! We are a full week in to school now and everything seems to be going good. Mornings are working out with less arguing than in past years and soon we will be going to Madelynns volleyball games.

On to the title and reason for this post..I got the mail yesterday and I teared up again. Don’t get me wrong, I usually feel like crying or destroying the mailbox when I get the mail, but I maintain because that’s not real mature! Anyway, yesterday the only thing in the mailbox was a light blue post card. On the label it said, “To the Parents/Guardian of: Madelynn”. I flipped it over, while pulled up to the mailbox, in the wrong lane of traffic (good thing we don’t have much traffic on our street) and read the following:

Dear Mom and Dad,

Wednesday our first day of  school went good as you know. I had Mr. Erb for a homeroom.

I love this school. It was hard at first but I like it a lot. We can chew gum and eat candy and have

our cell phones. The teachers are nice. Lockers are getting easier everyday, except for the fact I

need to clean it! The thing I don’t like is the locker is next to the bell. That is SO LOUD! Mrs. Bivins

is an awesome teacher. She is my teacher before the lunch!

Love, Madelynn

It may be strange to some, but that little post card, with her hand writing, telling us about school made me feel so much better. In the past the kids have received letters or post cards from their teachers, but we have never received anything like that. It is a little hard to read, since she wrote it in pencil, but I plan on keeping that with all of her other school memories. Once again, it’s the simple, little things in life that make me happy or feel better. That little blue post card was the highlight of my day..all because I got yesterdays mail.

Cream Of The Crop…

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Yesterday, I mentioned how I love…our garden”. Above is a picture of what my husband picked on Tuesday night! Even though we have had a serious drought and an excessive heat wave this year, the only veggie that seems to have been affected by the heat and lack of rain, were the green beans. We had a ton, but good ones were few and far between. Luckily, canned veggies last awhile, because we still have plenty left from last season.

The larger tomatoes above are going to, finally, be chopped and made into fresh pico de gallo and cucumber salsa today, and hopefully this weekend, the Romas (smaller, pear shaped ones) will be made into spaghetti or chili sauce.

We seem to be having a great year for our green peppers, hot peppers and cucumbers, as well. Normally, I would have already been making pickles, but we can’t seem to get enough smaller ones at the same time. (This is saddening, because my homemade garlic dill refrigerator pickles are amazing..or so I’ve been told!) Oh well, cucumbers go fast around here with the kids!

Every year we seem to try to plant something different than we have in the past, and this year my husband chose watermelons. We have done canteloupe, squash (which no one here eats), and other viney things, but they never really did much. I haven’t really been out to look, but he says the watermelons are doing well and the girls are really excited about them!

The thing I love most about the whole gardening thing is..first, it reminds me of when I was young and being at my grandparents house. They had a big garden and when we were running around in the back yard we would grab a bean or two, or pea pods, or whatever and keep on playing. My husbands grandparents had gardens, too, which was more inspiration. Secondly and mainly, it is an awesome learning experience for our girls. They see their food grow in the backyard and get
to see the processes we go through to make it into a meal. For being 11 & 9, they know when the proper time is to pick things just by looking at them and feeling them! And the best part…they eat their veggies!

Ok..enough rambling about the veggies! I have to do something with them now!

Sorry for errors…this ones posted from my handheld lifeline a.k.a. my phone!

Kids These Days…

Today’s installment is brought to you, courtesy of the irritated aura that has been surrounding me for the past two and a half weeks. What happened two and a half weeks ago, that has me so irritated, you ask? School let out for summer! This has resulted in quite the fiasco at my house…well, for me anyway. When I get set in a routine, it kinda knocks things off kilter when the routine changes. Things that throw me for said loop include, my husbands ever changing work schedule and my children’s school attendance! I can handle one at a time, just not both at the same time! Usually, after a few weeks, I start to settle into the new routine..this summer is proving to be challenging, thus far.

I told the girls before school got out that they were going to be helping out around the house this summer. I have had them do a few things here and there, all with complaint, because “their friends don’t have to do house work.”( I call bull shit on that one, but what do I know?)  I decided that I was going to start a list of things they need to do before they can go out and play. So, last night at dinner, my husband commented on the fact that he had been upstairs to the girls’ room and that it was pretty gross. I figure now would be a good time to let them know that I haven’t really appreciated their behavior, that they really needed to find their manners, and have some responsibilities. The oldest’s cell phone is freaking out, after I had told her, more than once mind you to put it on silent, and she is having an all out meltdown because she was told “no” to having a sleep over with her friend! I’m talking shoulder heaving, crocodile tears, snotty nose, type meltdown.. . How dare we be so mean, right? So, after having quite enough of her for the day, considering she started an all out texting war with me earlier in the day for not getting her way and now she’s crying a river on to the kitchen table, due to not getting her way again, I tell them that after dinner they need to go up and start cleaning upstairs. This results in more tears because I, also, inform them that there will be no phone, no computer, no tv, and no playing, until the upstairs is spotless and the list of other things I have compiled in my head is complete. I know, real slave driver, right? I also, let them know that the list of tasks to complete will take up most of today, so beware, and that if we worked together these things wouldn’t take as long and it wouldn’t be so hard.

Now, on more than one occasion I have asked them to do the dishes. The oldest has a gag reflex like nothing I have ever seen and she is hugging the toilet before she even puts a finger in the water most of the time..the youngest ones endeavors in dish washing, are most likely to cause bodily injury, because there is more water on the floor than there is in the sink. After dinner, when they are supposed to be headed on upstairs, the oldest grabs the sponge, douses it with nearly a quarter of the bottle of dish soap (I shit you not, it was unreal) and starts scrubbing a bowl…no water necessary, apparently. Puzzled, I ask what she is doing and she claims that she is going to do the dishes. I calmly let her know that I will be doing them tonight and that she is supposed to be upstairs. I am sure by now, that you have all gathered where my children are supposed to be after dinner, and considering the fact I haven’t mentioned it nearly as many times here as I had last night, my intelligent little ones were still confused. At this point, I am seriously thinking I need to take up pencil and paper and draw a map. Head up they do, only to come down a few minutes later to throw a few things away and wander around. I plant the seed in their heads that it would probably be a great idea to grab the cleaning supplies on their way back up. It seems that mom has had a stroke of brilliance with this little tid bit and they return to cleaning. The upstairs isn’t that big so this shouldn’t take too long, so I’m not surprised when they come back down. The oldest then tells me she is so sorry about how she was acting and that she plans to stay up all night, if that is what it takes to clean the whole house. I can only laugh at the sight of her jaw dropping when I tell her that, this is more than a one day thing and that even if she did stay up and I could ice skate across the laminate floor, she would still not have her phone back until I was ready to give it back! (By the way, 11 year olds text some really stupid shit! I seriously felt a tinge of embarrassment while reading her messages!) Needless to say she’s pretty good and pissed at this point. I am putting toilet bowl cleaner in the toilet and I will be God damned, if the two of them did not start fighting with me about who was going to clean the toilet! I did mention that the oldest has a gag reflex and throws up almost daily, right? Anywho, I go ahead and let the oldest take the wand and scrub on, only to be surprised by the fact that she comes out to the kitchen when she is done and gets the Lysol cleaner to do the rest of the bathroom! WHAT!! Let me get this straight…she can’t touch the dishes without throwing up, but she is willingly scrubbing the shitter! YEP! I put the youngest on laundry duty and had her change her clothes, while trying to figure out the imposter in the bathroom. The youngest has a bad habit of dropping her clothes where ever she feels like it and then they never make it to the laundry. And, when I say “drops her clothes where ever she feels like it” I also mean, when ever! My youngest is not the least bit shy about running around in her underwear at any given time. I do believe she gets this from her father, as I have seen many underwear only pics of him as a wee one! I prefer to keep as much clothing on as possible! So, after the train wreck that is our evening closes, they go to bed with the instructions to bring their sheets and blankets down in the morning and all seems well.

Guess what I wake up to? A pissed off pre-teen, in my face because she didn’t have her phone this morning to check the time and she was really bored. She was “so mad” that she admitted to entertaining the idea to hide my phone, because it was so unfair that she couldn’t have hers. I explain to her that if she would start in on the stuff that she is supposed to be doing today, she wouldn’t be bored and she would be all that much closer to getting her phone back. This does nothing to appease the situation. So, starts the discussion with her about her attitude problem and the fact that she really doesn’t deserve to have a cell phone since she doesn’t want to help out around the house. You would think that after being warned about her eye-rolling, facial expressions, huffing and snotty tone of voice on a regular basis, that today of all days when I have said phone in my possession, she would at least try to bull shit the bull shitter! Nope! This child is full of so many excuses as to why she shouldn’t have to have responsibilities around the house. My daughter would make one hell of a lawyer, one day. New piss poor attitude rule is, simply, the number FIVE. I’m not really sure where I pulled it out of my ass in the middle of my own defense, but at anytime I feel that she is taking her cell phone freedom a little too far and doesn’t have her inner 30 year old in check, all I have to say is FIVE, and I take the phone for five minutes. Yeah, I know that fives minutes may not seem like a long time, but to this child it’s an eternity! Really!  At the end of those five minutes, if she still hasn’t shaped up, I get to keep it for another five. It already seems slightly effective, since, after finally getting after them for most of the day, the constant reminders that I really didn’t care if it took them a whole other day to get this done they still weren’t “un-grounded”, they actually got it all done, privileges were reinstated, she had been with out the damn thing for almost a whole 24 hours.  Holy freakin shit..it’s a miracle! Sadly, I think all of the lessons taken away from this little punishment, I was the one that learned the most!

This is what I learned. Grounding your children is more of a punishment for you than it is for them. Not much is different, besides the fact they have limited access to things in the house and they are supposed to be doing chores. They complain more, if that was even with in the realm of possibilities! This grounding business should come with a “hazardous to health” warning that reads.. Will likely result in one or more of the following: headaches, no doubt due to high blood pressure readings that can only be assumed near deadly, causing impaired vision, ringing of the ears, and quite possibly “the big one”.  Pimples, yes zits, on the face because of how many times you will have had your head in your hands shaking your head at the load of horse shit your oldest was trying to sell to get herself out of her situation. Bald spots..from intense scratching of the head, trying to figure out what in the hell is so hard about following directions and why you have to repeat said instructions numerous times for the youngest one. Bouts of near asphyxiation for the “grounder” from holding ones breath so they don’t spout of random strings of explitives to the “groundee(s)” that would result in the neighbors in a 3 block radius calling the police/DCFS/ a number of different organizations that you don’t have time for at the moment. Tongue lacerations from biting your tongue ,while holding your breath, to keep from passing out. Unexplained shopping trip to the hardware store for duct tape, rope, heavy link chain (depending on the severity of the situation), dead bolts and ant killer. (What? I have ants!) and Exhaustion..need not be explained, please refer to above mentioned statement.

Honestly, you all know that I would never harm a hair on either of my children’s heads, but I swear, I don’t think I have ever had more patience wearing days…EVER! I love them to pieces and I know they are intelligent little girls, but sometimes I have to wonder what is going on in their heads! So, stand by, if you wish, because I’m sure there will be more to come on this topic of conversation!

P.S. Any and all comments welcome to assure my sanity that I am not the only one! : )