Random Ranting and Crazy Thoughts.

I guess I am at a blogging standstill. Here are some random happenings and thoughts that I am having lately:

• I was unhappy in class this morning. I didn't want to be there. I kept yawning. I can't wait until it is bedtime tonight.
• Last night, Eli came and laid down with me and Dave. He stayed in with us for about an hour. That kid is a goof ball. If Dave would have let him, he would have got under the covers and slept with us. I am not kidding.
• Reality hit me last night that my time with Eli is limited. He will be fourteen next week. In three years, we will be doing college applications. We will be thinking about him moving to the dorms. He is already thinking about it. It is a downhill slide from here.
• I am not sure how I got to the point from having a sweet newborn baby with cute little elf ears to having a six foot tall teenager that wears men's jeans (31X32). Seriously, it happened in the blink of an eye.
• If I close my eyes, I can still smell the newborn baby smell. I can see his little fuzzy white hair and his scrawny little body. I see his perfectly formed newborn mouth.
• I will be 35 in May. I was 20 years old when Eli was born. Technically, I could be a grandma. There were several girls in my school that had babies at age 14, age 15 and age 16. If I would have had a baby at 14, that child would be 20. I would probably be a grandma. So, somewhere out there, there are women my age with grandchildren.

I just depressed myself. I need drugs. :)

I love that kid. I don't want him to go, yet I want him to get to do cool stuff. Last night, it was still Harvard. I asked him, "Eli, what do you want to do with your life?" He said, "Well, I was thinking about being a doctor and running a company."

Good combo, Eli.

When are we going back to normal?

I just looked at the forecast... snow, snow and more snow!

I am over it.

Ready for these kids to get out of the house - away from each other. I am sick of the fighting.
Even though I still have to go to work, they call me so I can listen to their fighting over the phone. If I take one, two or three with me, they fight. Heck, even if I only take one kid, they fight with themselves.

Ugh. I am a wee bit frustrated with this weather.

Do I Even Know What I Am Doing?

Almost fourteen years ago, I became a momma.

Yadda, yadda, Yadda.

I have three children. Three kids that I bathe, get dressed, make sure teeth are brushed, take to the dentist on a regular basis, take to the doctor. Three kids whose bottoms I have wiped. Three kids who have vomited on me. I feed these kids, listen to their tears, and whining, and listen to them complain.

For some reason, it irks me when people tell me what do with my kids.

Last week, Emma and I were at the IGA getting a few groceries. She wanted a drink that is .25. After I purchased my items, she placed her item on the belt.
The woman jerked it off and handed it to me.
So I said, "I am standing right here. I see what she is doing. She is paying for it herself."
The woman replied, "Humph."

So I thought, "What a %&*$#."

I could tell these stories all.day.long.

People are always offering unsolicited advice, advice that starts off like, "WELL, if he/she were mine, I would....." But guess what people. It is not your child. It is mine. They are mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!

Many years ago, Eli had a teacher that did not like us. She made the comment to me one day, "Well, I am afraid to tell you what he does. I don't know what he gets at home."

I promptly drove over to the school and showed her what he gets at home.
Just kidding.

Sometimes, I wish people would mind their own business.
Especially the chick at The IGA.