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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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!

Love and Loathe…

This is a list compiled in my brain about..well, read the title! I use the word “loathe”  because I think “hate” is a strong word and “loathe” is a much better term for most of these things! Believe me, I have no problem using the term “hate” when it comes to something I dislike with a fiery passion, but not here with these things. This is an entry that will be on going.. I plan on adding to it as time goes by. The entries are in no particular order, either. Enjoy! ** When I add to a topic, or pick up where I left off, I will mark it with an asterisk.**

I love…my girls! While this admission should make another person shout “no shit?”, my intention is to explain exactly why! I feel that there is not not one word in the English vocabulary to define how deep a mothers love runs for their children, nor is there a point that a mother is ever going to love their child(ren) less. My girls may think that I am the meanest person they have ever encountered…I am pretty sure at this point our 11 year-going on-30 year old thinks that I hate her…Our 9 year old, well, one never really can tell what she thinks, she marches to the beat of her own drum…Yes, they may drive me bat-shit crazy most days, but that does not mean that I love them any less. Nothing makes me happier than to see them smile, hear them laugh, watch them excel, and see them succeed in something they have put their minds to. They are both beautiful, intelligent, young women that have made me so absolutely proud to be their mother.

I love…My Husband! One of the best quotes that I have every read was “The best thing a father can do for his daughter, is love her mother”. For the last thirteen years he has done  just that. I am not an easy person to live with, some days, but he still comes home to me. He has stuck by me through thick and thin and at the worst points in my life he has been there to show me and remind me of the important things. He may piss me off to no end, as well, but we both know that we aren’t going anywhere and everything will eventually work out. He is hard working and busts his ass to make sure that “his girls” have what they need. He is an amazing father, an excellent husband, a best friend and a lot of people don’t give him enough credit. There is a huge difference between “love” and being “in love”. Not only do I love this man, but after all this time I am still in love with him as well. As for the quote..he is doing exactly what it says and whether he or the girls know it now, he is showing them daily what they should look for in a man when they grow up…Loving their mother unconditionally and that is a lot more that what a lot of kids their age have.

I love…My dad! I may get emotional here! I don’t think I have ever really told my dad exactly how I feel about him, but I can only hope that my feelings of adoration are conveyed properly when I am around him. I see my parents often. We only live a few streets away. My dad is kind of like a super hero to me, in a way! I know that sounds silly and girly, but I am not imagining my dad in a cape flying in to save the day! He has taught me a lot over the years and he has always been there for me when I have needed him. I really think that he is the only person in my life that truly understands my emotional self and he has always been supportive. We may not sit down and have heart to hearts, or whatever, but I know that if I needed to get something out, he would be there to listen to me and help. He is where I get my sarcastic, witty, laid back personality and the red hair and freckles. He is the reason that I love motorcycles and dirt bikes, I can check oil in my car, know where car parts and motorcycle parts are properly located and what they do (if on the off chance I ever felt like taking a motorcycle apart?!) I can change a flat tire (if I wanted to..but I keep him and the hubby around for that!), I know what tools are (and if you get them out of his tool box you better make damn sure they go back to their assigned location!). He loves vintage motocross, bought our oldest daughters first motorcycle before she was even born, and rebuilt it in the basement! He had her on that bike shortly after she told her dad and I that she wanted the training wheels off of her bicycle when she was three..yes, my little girl was riding a motorcycle by herself at three!  He walked/jogged beside her on that bike until she got the hang of it and the smile on his face that day was priceless! Of course, she had been on countless rides with Grampy before then, around the yard. We didn’t let our youngest on a bike until she was about seven…she is our rambunctious one and the idea reeked of disaster until then. There is so much more I could say about the amazing guy I get to call my dad, but I will stop the rambling and just say that I am thankful that I have him in my life and that is is a kind, loving father and grandfather.

I love…My mom! Well, we knew this was coming, obviously! Ok, well my mom and I don’t always see eye to eye and we tend to disagree more than agree. I chalk this one up to, we are more alike than what we’d like to admit! We really do get along for the most part. We talk daily and like I said we see each other often. We disagree mostly, when I am in a bad mood she tends to get defensive, like she’s the one that made me mad, or on the disciplining of my children! Funny, huh? I guess you could say I don’t use the standard approach to disciplining my girls. Due to the fact I usually can’t help what flies out of my mouth, I usually have a smart-assed comment/threat. My mom does not find these as amusing as I do. The threats have recently included, “if you don’t knock it off, I’m gonna Gorilla Glue your hands together and mouth shut”, this one is usually reserved for the 9 year old that is a constant chatterbox and likes to interrupt. It makes her stop talking, it makes me laugh (mostly, because it is a funny thought, and I know I would never do it) but, my mom has to say “now why would you say that?”..then ensues argument. Really, mother, I have no intention of harming my children. They don’t even get spanked! Hence, the reason their mouths run like ducks asses and they think they can keep doing what they are doing! Oh, well.. I will get this figured out one of these days! Now that Captain Sidetrack has left and I have returned, I really do look up to my mom, as well, and she has helped me through a lot. I know that if I call or go to her I not only have my mom, but a friend to be there for me. You are never too old for a hug from your mom, to make you feel better! She watched our girls for us while I went to Barber School and while we both worked. I am and will be forever grateful for my mama.

Okay..enough mushy for a minute!

I loathe…many things about entering the bathroom!

First, I will start with..toilet paper. In a house with one man and three girls, the toilet paper needs to be changed often. I seem to be the only person that feels that it is necessary for it to be on the holder. Hmm, amazing concept one had there when inventing that! Sometimes, I do not put it on the roll after I have had to twist and turn myself into a pretzel formation to see where the last user has set it. This is only because I am testing theories..ones that I have completed are…I am no more brain damaged after putting it on the holder than I am setting it back on the floor, or on the back of the toilet, or on the sink, or JUST NOT GETTING ANOTHER ROLL OUT AT ALL! I have, also, come to the conclusion that it does not pain me in any way to put it on the holder and throw the empty one away, as the garbage is right next to the toilet. Putting the new roll on does not make the new roll spontaneously combust, does not make the bathroom go on full lock down, or, make you suddenly get sucked into the toilet and spit out into an alternate dimension. So, I’m really trying to figure out what the deal is with that.

Second… If you are the only guy in the house and you are the last one to use the bathroom before bed..PUT THE DAMN SEAT DOWN! I do not appreciate a cold wet ass when I have to get up to go in the middle of the night, since I don’t turn on the light!

Third…We have a shower curtain for a reason..Make sure it’s shut when you are showering (small children) because I do not particularly like slipping and sliding across the bathroom floor!

Fourth..Toothpaste is not finger paint. If it falls off of your toothbrush, find something to rinse it down with. Please, do not stick your fingers in it, in an attempt to make it go away! That being said, it does not belong on the walls either!

I loathe…Picking up garbage that is left on the kitchen table or, more so, set on the counter next to the garbage can. It is with in arms reach, you do not even need to look…extend arm and drop! This too has not caused me any bodily harm. This specific “loathe” is one that just irritates me to no end and I am pretty sure that it is exactly the reason it happens!

I loathe…Being misunderstood. If I am to say something in a conversation, whether verbal or written, and you aren’t picking up what I’m putting out..please, by all means ask me to clarify. I will. I would rather answer a few more questions to get my point across, than to have some one misconstrue what I was saying to begin with.

I loathe…When I go through all the trouble and spend most of the day preparing and cooking a meal…and no one eats. 

I loathe…Drama. I have dealt with my fair share of drama and I know there is more to come, having two daughters. As for other adults, check your shit at the door before you walk through. We don’t want it here. I’m not afraid to tell you what to do with it either.

I love…Green olives on pizza. (Bet ya can’t guess what I’m eating?)

I love…My best friend. Some days she knows me better than I do. We haven’t always been the “best” of friends, but we have always had a bond. I remember the first day we met on a school bus!  There has always been something that has drawn us together. We don’t need to talk everyday, although we try to, and we don’t really even need to be in front of each other to know if something is wrong. We have thought this over and come up with some theories. Not all of which are wild and crazy..just some. We seem to think that we were somehow related or were soul-mates in a past life. Yes, Steph, I am laughing as I type this business about soul-matieness..it is really about the only thing we can think of that can explain the love we feel for each other. Now that that cat is outta the bag (still lmao) She is my one of my biggest cheerleaders and has always navigated me in the right direction. Believe me, she has to be part angel for the fact that she still hangs around after some of my less than stellar moments in life! But, she has let me be a part of the best moments of hers. While, obviously being physically present, at the birth of my children, although the first one I was so hopped up my brain was at a baseball game and could only see purple and the second, I was fighting with the anesthesiologist to take the damn oxygen mask off my face so I could throw up (yeah, labor and I don’t get along), I got to be there to witness the birth of her beautiful girls. It is so strange to feel the emotions of someone else. When she was scared, I felt scared..when she felt pain, I felt pain. When she felt joy, I felt that, too..but, I obviously had a different level emotions with the second one. I was asked to cut her umbilical cord..did as asked..then proceeded to the nearest exit for your run-of-the mill, 4 am, hospital parking lot melt down! No words exchanged! I felt like an ass after I calmed down and went back up to the room, but when you know your about to have an epic emotional moment, like heaving sobs, and ugly snot..no one needs to be around for that! I probably would have been admitted to a different floor! See, I am the queen of getting side tracked! **Anyway, she is one of the greatest people that I have ever known. She is beautiful -inside and out-, fun, caring, loving, and always willing to lend a hand. I feel blessed to have her in my life. Our relationship has proved that you do not have to share the same DNA, to be sisters.**

I love…Our garden. Well, it is actually my husbands garden. He plants everything and picks most things and I cook it! He actually does some of the “cooking” too though, because he is the master canner! He likes canning the veggies, creating sauces and canning them, too. It is fun and our girls really like it. **This year we have the usual yukon and red potatoes, green beans, red, yellow, and white onions, three kinds of tomatoes, green peppers, salsa peppers, cucumbers, cabbage, we tried lettuce-it didn’t work, and watermelons. I feel like I’m leaving something out..Oh asparagus! All are doing well, except the green beans, but you can read about that in my entry “Cream of the Crop..”

8/11/12

**I love…My brother. Like I said in the beginning, these are in no particular order! I only have one brother and, like I stated before, we aren’t a really emotionally expressive family. My brother and I butt heads quite a bit, but what he doesn’t know is that I look up to him and I am really proud of him. He has done well for himself by going to school and meeting the goals that he has set out to achieve. He has confidence in himself and a sense of self-assured-ness, that I wish that I had. I have never been able to really “come out of my shell” and be completely comfortable with myself, but he has this down to a science! I admire these qualities in him, but his “my way or the highway attitude” gets on my nerves every once in a while! (It really does, but we would all think there was something wrong with him if it didn’t make its occasional appearance!) I am more than sure that there are plenty of things that I do that get on his nerves, but that’s just how it goes right?! We still love each other just the same and I will always have fond memories of… teaching him his ABC’s (yes, I really do remember this) playing in boxes that mom brought home from work, outside with our slushies from Okey-Dokey, wearing insanely goofy sunglasses, his Kawasaki bicycle that I got really pissed when he wouldn’t let he have a turn, his blue jean jacket that he seemed to have to wear everywhere, riding our bikes on “the big cement”, him letting me play baseball with him and his friends (he always says it was because they needed an extra player, but we all knew that I had a hell of an arm for a girl and I wasn’t afraid to get hit…well, except that one line drive to the shin/ankle when I was pitching, but I lived!), fighting over baseball cards, him teaching, or trying rather, me to drive a stick shift (some of the funniest shit ever!), the first time I rode the “super poochy” by myself and almost hit the neighbors garage…there are tons as we got older since we are so close in age and we had mutual friends, but I will stop being nostalgic! Oh wait, I have to add this one just in case he happens to read this! The one night we worked together at Subway and he didn’t realize I was helping a customer and was on the other side of the half wall, loudly making noises like a motorcycle shifting gears, while he played with the food scale!! HAHA.. his face was so red when he looked up at the register to see a customer standing there! Ooh man, anyway you look at it, I love my brother to pieces and wouldn’t trade him for the world! Thank you for being there for me when I have needed you, for bringing Liz into our family and blessing us with a gorgeous niece and one handsome little nephew.

I love…Reading. I am more than obsessed with books. I love being able to pick up a book and connect with the characters.  Reading is relaxing for me. It has become, like, some sort of mental release…I just zone out of my reality and into whatever I’m reading. I love Indie authors! I understand that all authors put a lot of time and effort into their work, but I have a different sort of respect for self published, independent authors. Most that I have read, I have had not only a connection with the characters, but felt a connection to the author. Some people don’t understand it, but I figure there are worse things I could be doing with my time! I actually get to meet one of my favorite authors, in September, and a few others that I am a big fan of! I am pretty excited about this actually..I can’t wait! I would like to start a side blog where I can review the books I read. This one might get neglected then, though!

8/31/12

***I love…Writing.  I have a couple notebooks in which I write.  I keep a journal, which helps me quite a bit.  It has always been easiest for me to get what I need to say or what I am feeling out on a piece of paper.  The journal is my private space to vent.  The front page includes a “death threat” (lol), stating that I do not want anyone reading it at all.  When you are a mom you rarely have anything that is “just yours” and that is mine!  I also like to dabble in poems and short stories.  I don’t like to let people read those either, because I feel that some of them are quite personal and people like to jump to conclusions (I loathe…when people jump to conclusions ).  Although, this week, I did share two poems with my bestie and (even though she would praise me and tell me the most wonderful things about myself to make me feel better..) her response was really encouraging.  I feel that if I keep up with it, they can only get better!

I love…That when my daughter asked me what Lit/Comp meant, on her class schedule for 6th grade, she got extremely excited! She said “Oh! It’s a writing class?! I said “Basically, yeah.  It’s Literature and Composition.” She said “I love writing.  That is so cool!”  I can’t tell you how happy that made me.  I know that she loves to write!  I am constantly picking up paper all over the house (that’s a loathe, by the way) that she has tossed aside while making up short stories!  I love that we have that in common!

 

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! : )