Gettin' over the Super Bowl...

First, let me say that I am over the Super Bowl.
I love L.O.V.E. Peyton in an unnatural way. That is no secret.
But, come on, people. give me a break.

Anytime that the Colts beat up on anyone else (and it has happened alot) I have never, ever, ever made phone calls, posted ha-ha messages on facebook, texted, or did anything obnoxious. While I am always joyous when Peyton wins, I am never a heckling kind of fan (unless I am at a Titans/Colts game and Dave is with me and we have some kind of bet going on. Then, I heckle Dave. But that doesn't count).

I will say that in the past two days, I have been annoyed by those I love, but are not fans of Peyton or the Colts.

These people began texting me, calling me and posting little messages to me via email and facebook BEFORE the game was even over. In usual circumstances, I would not even be thinking about this by now. My attention span is just that short.

I have heard more comments about the Super Bowl and the Colts loss than

• Haiti
• World Hunger
• Unemployment
• Michael Jackson

Ok, well not really the last one. But really, the top three are for sure.

So, let's talk about something else, shall we?

Mother Woes.

Years ago, I read about a lady who boycotted her house. And her husband. And her children.

It seems that she just got fed up with doing all the work and stopped. Not only did she stop, she took her pillow and blanket and went and lived in the tree house.

It got the family's attention.

I only had one child at the time, and I remember thinking, "Wow. How bad could it be?"

Well, I am there.

It seems to me that no one else cares how the floor needs mopping or how trashcans work. People, please. When you finish eating the honeybun, the wrapper goes INTO the trashcan.

Every Saturday, I spend my time putting away the laundry that I spend my Friday night washing. I dust. I vacuum. I get clothes ready for Sunday morning. Nails are clipped. Floors swept. Dusting is done. (I hate dusting). Countertops are bleached. I go grocery shopping.

By Sunday afternoon, you can't tell I have even been around.

This morning, I go upstairs and I get Emma up. And I look around. It seems that within the last 24 hours, a tornado attacked my children's bedrooms.

As I walk down the steps, it seems that the tornado left a path of distruction thru David's room, living room, kitchen and my room as well. (Tripp and Emma took naps in MY bed yesterday - with a sippy of red juice).

I know everyone says that I will miss this mess. Yet, I don't think so.
I just wish they would pick up their stuff and not rely on me to do it.

I am sitting here at work, thinking about what I have to go home to.
I am going to have to clean (again) and pick toys up (again).
The same stuff I did on Saturday. And last Friday. And Thursday.... get the picture?

The playhouse is looking more and more attractive.

Winding Down.

Today is November 29th - the end of the semester is in sight! Unfortunately for me, I am a wee bit behind on a couple of projects. Nah, let me start that over. One teacher just gave me a project, so it is not really that I am behind, I just had no idea it existed. I am behind on the other project. It is a six hour observation of a child ages 3-6 years old. I started a little late, ended up with sick kids, and then school was closed for illness. So, all in all, it knocked me out of three weeks.

I would lie a little for this project, but the mother of the child that I am observing wants to read my paper. So, my mother sympathy will not allow me to fib to another mother who is interested in having a peek into her child's day while she is at work.

Needless to say, I am going to spend alot of time at Pre-K tomorrow, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday.

Other than that, lotsa nothing else is really going on. I have tons of homework due over the next two weeks. I am at the point of the semester where I say, "Hey. I hate school. I want out." I know that I will have about a four week break, I will be refreshed soon and be ready to go... just so very tired now and I can't wait for this mess to be over.

Next semester, I only have two classes. Two classes that equal 12 hours. Now, that doesn't seem so bad, really. My books are about 400 for these classes. One is a nine hour class, the other is a three hour class. I will go to school on Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 8 to 11 for the first 7 weeks. After that, I will be placed in a school to work Monday thru Thursday from 8 to 11 and on Friday, I will go to class to discuss my feelings (!) from 8 to 11.

Wondering how the workplace will take my absence....

Wondering what all kinda feelings I can talk about.... does it just have to be about school, or my life in general?

Just kidding.

My other class, the three hour class, is on Wednesday night from 6 -9 p.m. This was the only class I could take that would not interfere with my workday. Instead, I am going to miss church.

This should be interesting.

Overly Sensitive.

First, I will tell myself, "Get over it." My mother in law is quick to tell me, and sometimes I say it to myself just so she doesn't have to.

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Oh, I remembered what I was thinking about today.

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So, we ALL know that Tripper has had The H1N1. His fever went away on Sunday - and promptly came back on Monday. He had a temp of 101. I had a hair appointment. It was Monday. I knew there would not be anyone there. So I took him with me.

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So, Tripper and I stopped at McDonalds on the way - I figured that chicken nuggets would make him better. And he would get a new toy to play with. So, with Happy Meal in hand, we went to my hair place.

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There is a girl that works there who is kinda snooty. (Who am I kidding - everyone there is snooty). This girl happened to be there yesterday. Tripp and I go in. Tripp is carrying the Kids Meal in the bag. I had his drink in my hand. When we walked in, she looked me up and down. And she stared at me, like I was somewhere I didn't belong.

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I thought that maybe she was offended by the Happy Meal. There was not one other person in there. So I told her I was there for Cindy. And she says, "Well, Cindy is not here yet." And she continues to stare at me like I live over by Food Lion or something. And so I said, "Do you care if he eats in here? He is hungry." And she says, "Yes, he can eat in here. But we use coasters under the drinks on the table. If you don't, it will leave circles on the wood."

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I analyzed this all afternoon. I did have a hoodie on. And jeans. I did have some makeup on. And it had only been three weeks since my last haircut - so I didn't look that trashy.

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In my head, I thought, "Doesn't she know who I am? I could eat her breakfast and her lunch."

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Wouldn't you just know that the magic of chicken nuggets caused Tripp to come out of his fever induced quietness.... and he spent the hour walking around and exploring. He knocked an unlit candle over. I was unable to discipline properly because I had a wet head of hair with clippies in it and I am against spanking kids who are sick.

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At the end of the appointment, Cindy waxed my eyebrows.

Then, Tripp spilled his drink. All. over. the. floor.

When is it O.K. to voice your opinion?

Many times, I find myself having improper thoughts about things.

For example, if I see someone with an abnormally large head, I think, "Man, she has a big head." Or, if I see someone with whacked out fingers, I think, "Man, she has whacked out fingers."

The majority of the time, I never say this out loud. I think it, but I don't say it. And I sure never write it down for others to read.

Imagine my surprise, when recently, someone wrote something to me DIRECTED AT ONE OF MY KIDS.

Talk about kicking ass. Or dreaming of it, at least.

For the past week, I have been rehashing this over and over. Most of the time, this is in my head. A few times, oh several times, I have went over and over this with Dave. Finally, my mother in law told me to get over it.

I guess this story is not so much as to rehash it again. I think I am sick of thinking about it - today, anyways.

What it is about is how hard parents love their children.

I remember feeling this way when Eli was smaller. I remember the anger I would feel when he was wronged. I remember the stuff we went thru, how I wanted to kill people because they were affecting quality of life. I have disliked people immensely just because they hurt his feelings, excluded him or made snide comments.

I think that as time has went on, he has grown up, I have learned to let go a little bit. His problems are different now. I know that when that girl breaks his heart, I will feel like kicking some butt then.

My protective cycle has started with Emma. I can't stand people who direct their insecurities toward small children.

Blooming where you are planted.

Sometimes in life, there are detours.

I may be zooming along just fine, then BAM! Something changes, throws me off track, and I get thrown into a situation that I don't know how to handle.

Then, I spend my time playing the coulda, woulda, shoulda game.

What could I have done to make things different?

What would have made the difference in my outcome?

Should I continue on?

I know that I shouldn't question. I am not in control. I am not the boss.

What to do?
Well, I am trying to get into my head that this time, since I am not totally happy with a situation that I am in that I am going to make best of the situation.

There is always a life lesson to be learned, right?
Right now my life lesson seems to be saying there are some MEAN people in the world.
So, I am going to keep on looking.

A cranky working mommy.

you really know that it is a crazy day when one kid falls down the slide steps at the pool, one kid gets stung ON THE EAR by a wasp, and you get a phone call to come home and wipe a butt - ALL WITHIN AN HOUR.

Guess what happened to whom?

I'm in a mood.

I have had a terrible day.

I guess this will not be one of those IlovemyhusbandIlovemykids posts.

I am downright pissy. Maybe if I write about it, I will feel better. This type of mood I am in, it is few and far between. Maybe it is menopause induced. I will blame it on that. Not all 15,000 other things that have went wrong today. It is one of those days where you just want to get back in bed and start over. So, here, I will list what is wrong with my day. Then, it won't look so bad, and I will feel better. And not like drinking. Alot. And smoking. Alot.

*for the record, I don't drink or smoke*

1. Got up this morning. At 7.

2. Got to work. Late. Behind on my work.

3. Van went to the shop. We are in denial about alot of things.

4. Shortly after arriving at work, had to leave work, get all three kids, go back to work. Kids fight as they watch the movie Annie. It's a hard knock life, indeed.

5. Eli stubbed his finger last night after church playing basketball. So, after arriving at work with all the kids, I had to leave work with all the kids, take Eli to get an XRay. Cost $25 copay. Not broken. Cost for lunch at Dairy Queen - $18'ish dollars. Time spent in the doctors office 1 1/2 hours.

6. Even further behind on my work.

7. Kids fighting. Annie playing. Printer won't work. Had to leave work to go home and print from my computer. And now, it is 4:17 and I need to be back at the church by 5 p.m.'ish for a Ladies' Day Meeting. And I have to STILL finish my work.

I will stop now.

Ok. I am alright.