The kids are slowly stealing my sanity. Grumperina- the 7 yo- woke up in her usual grumpy self and spent the morning complaining about everything. I tried to get the child to eat, but she refused everything. And she felt like her older brother was picking on her- he was, but not to the extent she let on.
Surly teen was not all that surly, he just enjoyed picking on his sister and seeing if she would cry. She did- twice. Not a record, but...
I have since banished the both of them outside into the outer rings of Hell (aka Houston in the summer). They are cleaning their trash out of my car. I'm not sure what I'll have them do next.
Two weeks until school starts... two weeks until school starts... two weeks until school starts... I wish it would start tomorrow!
Monday, August 10, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Is it Aug. 24th Yet???
I am soooooo ready for the kids to go back to school. Surly teen ingested a few too many fiber gummies I bought for 7 yo sis and he now has a stomach-ache. Well, duh- I'd have one too if I ate that much fiber. She couldn't go, now he can't stop. When I told that "this, too, shall pass," I did get a laugh from him, though, so he's going to be fine.
Lil' sis is itching to go to the vets with me. She wants to be one when she grows up. I made her a vet costume for last year's "Career Day" at her school. They did it right before Halloween to offset the holiday. She dug out the costume, I lengthened the legs and ironed it and she is ready to go.
Which brings me to the other events of this morning. As I was reading teen the riot act for his fiber overdose, hubby comes out to tell me that he is working from home and I should be quiet. I gave him "the look" and explained to him that he was in my office during working hours and this is my job. He got a kick out of that and went back to his work. Really, he did, he thought it was funny. He thought it was even funnier when I was wrestling the cat into the carrier and the cat peed on me. I should get hazard pay for all that I do.
As for knitting.... it's too hot, she whined. I just can't bring myself to do anything. Not even a simple cotton dishcloth. I do have a new fiber addiction, though, wholly unlike my son's! I got into crazy quilting and took a class a couple of weekends ago. I am having fun, too, and enjoying the embroidery aspect of my new hobby. And, lil' sis is loving her sewing classes, too. Another craft addict in the house. Hubby is doomed!
Lil' sis is itching to go to the vets with me. She wants to be one when she grows up. I made her a vet costume for last year's "Career Day" at her school. They did it right before Halloween to offset the holiday. She dug out the costume, I lengthened the legs and ironed it and she is ready to go.
Which brings me to the other events of this morning. As I was reading teen the riot act for his fiber overdose, hubby comes out to tell me that he is working from home and I should be quiet. I gave him "the look" and explained to him that he was in my office during working hours and this is my job. He got a kick out of that and went back to his work. Really, he did, he thought it was funny. He thought it was even funnier when I was wrestling the cat into the carrier and the cat peed on me. I should get hazard pay for all that I do.
As for knitting.... it's too hot, she whined. I just can't bring myself to do anything. Not even a simple cotton dishcloth. I do have a new fiber addiction, though, wholly unlike my son's! I got into crazy quilting and took a class a couple of weekends ago. I am having fun, too, and enjoying the embroidery aspect of my new hobby. And, lil' sis is loving her sewing classes, too. Another craft addict in the house. Hubby is doomed!
Monday, July 20, 2009
Movies and Babies
So, hubby and I went to see HP6 last night- without our kids. Youngest would have been too scared and oldest would have spent most of the time in the bathroom pretending not to be scared. We passed by a row and I noticed 2 women there with very young children- under the age of 2. The previews start to roll and when the one of the new "Twilight" movie shows one of the characters turning into a werewolf (sorry folks, I didn't jump on the "Twilight" train), the younger kid starts screaming. I report it to the manager who asks the (very) young lady to take her screaming child out. After the movie is over, she is sitting there, holding the now sleeping child and giving me the evil eye.
1. If you can't afford a babysitter, or your family won't watch your child, then you can't afford a night out at the movies.
2. Take your kids to the movies earlier in the day so we adults can enjoy a kid free movie.
3. Use birth control so you don't get pregnant in your teen years and ruin your life and my movie.
4. My taxes paid for that baby's birth and all his pediatrician bills as you are not working and his daddy is absent! Get over yourself.
If I go to the movies with my kids, who are 7 and 14 now, we go to the earlier shows. When my youngest was an infant and before we knew anyone in our new neighborhood, I would take her to the movies. We tried to time it during her naps and I fed her as the previews were rolling. If she fussed, either my husband or I would take her out of the theater immediately. My first child was born was I was 28, and the last when I was 35, happily married and on firm financial legs.
1. If you can't afford a babysitter, or your family won't watch your child, then you can't afford a night out at the movies.
2. Take your kids to the movies earlier in the day so we adults can enjoy a kid free movie.
3. Use birth control so you don't get pregnant in your teen years and ruin your life and my movie.
4. My taxes paid for that baby's birth and all his pediatrician bills as you are not working and his daddy is absent! Get over yourself.
If I go to the movies with my kids, who are 7 and 14 now, we go to the earlier shows. When my youngest was an infant and before we knew anyone in our new neighborhood, I would take her to the movies. We tried to time it during her naps and I fed her as the previews were rolling. If she fussed, either my husband or I would take her out of the theater immediately. My first child was born was I was 28, and the last when I was 35, happily married and on firm financial legs.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Things to Do...
...while waiting in line to pick up your kid at summer school:
1. Try to keep his younger sister entertained. I taught her to knit and needlepoint. Does she bring her projects with her?? No. So, she climbs around the car acting like a monkey.
2. Listen to the hybrid engine not make emissions!
3. Get ahead on Christmas knitting- or at least, that was the plan!
4. Listen to the Disney Channel and try not to poke out eardrums with knitting needles.
5. Wonder if feeding kids peanut butter sandwiches for dinner, again, is child abuse. I do include carrots and either milk or juice.
6. Wonder what fabulous meal hubby is having with his colleagues at dinner.
I have not poked out my eardrums, yet. I did finish a simple garter stitch bib and started a knit burp cloth. I have not throttled monkey-girl. I have packed up a bag of her projects. We have run out of peanut butter and I really don't want to go to the store today, so it's spaghetti for dinner. Hubby's fab dinner turned out to be Whataburger.
1. Try to keep his younger sister entertained. I taught her to knit and needlepoint. Does she bring her projects with her?? No. So, she climbs around the car acting like a monkey.
2. Listen to the hybrid engine not make emissions!
3. Get ahead on Christmas knitting- or at least, that was the plan!
4. Listen to the Disney Channel and try not to poke out eardrums with knitting needles.
5. Wonder if feeding kids peanut butter sandwiches for dinner, again, is child abuse. I do include carrots and either milk or juice.
6. Wonder what fabulous meal hubby is having with his colleagues at dinner.
I have not poked out my eardrums, yet. I did finish a simple garter stitch bib and started a knit burp cloth. I have not throttled monkey-girl. I have packed up a bag of her projects. We have run out of peanut butter and I really don't want to go to the store today, so it's spaghetti for dinner. Hubby's fab dinner turned out to be Whataburger.
Friday, June 12, 2009
May was a disaster...
...and June is not looking too good, either. My son turned 14 in early May and those hormones kicked into overdrive. By the time he is done with puberty, his sister will be starting. I've got at least another 11 years of the hormonal roller coaster and I truly want to get off- NOW!!!!
Not only are his hormones out of control, so is his mouth. It got him suspended the last two days of school. Not foul language, just sexual remarks. I think the entire school heard me yelling at him in the AP's office. My voice does tend to carry. I am still angry and he is still grounded from all thngs fun- computer, Play Station, Wii. And as for TV- only what his sister wants to watch. She likes Hannah Montana and iCarly, so he's haitng me right now.
Then we find out that one of his teachers has been arrested. Apparently the guy may have been taking pics up the girls' skirts. There is the part of me that wants him hung out to dry- revoke his teacher's certification, send him to jail and all. Pedophiles are the bottom of the heap in jail, too, so he's going to have to really watch his back. But, this is middle school, and the kids are vicious. Girls' skirts are really short, too. As the mother of a little girl, though, I have to have empathy for the girls who were vicitimized. If it really did happen, then jail is appropriate. If not, then I feel sorry for him because his carreer is all but ruined and there will be no consequences for the girls.
Not only are his hormones out of control, so is his mouth. It got him suspended the last two days of school. Not foul language, just sexual remarks. I think the entire school heard me yelling at him in the AP's office. My voice does tend to carry. I am still angry and he is still grounded from all thngs fun- computer, Play Station, Wii. And as for TV- only what his sister wants to watch. She likes Hannah Montana and iCarly, so he's haitng me right now.
Then we find out that one of his teachers has been arrested. Apparently the guy may have been taking pics up the girls' skirts. There is the part of me that wants him hung out to dry- revoke his teacher's certification, send him to jail and all. Pedophiles are the bottom of the heap in jail, too, so he's going to have to really watch his back. But, this is middle school, and the kids are vicious. Girls' skirts are really short, too. As the mother of a little girl, though, I have to have empathy for the girls who were vicitimized. If it really did happen, then jail is appropriate. If not, then I feel sorry for him because his carreer is all but ruined and there will be no consequences for the girls.
Monday, March 23, 2009
How to Annoy Your Teen, pt. 1
My almost 14 yo son has outgrown his clothes and shoes in record time. I spent Spring Break buying new shoes and clothes for him. Since there are certain things I will not allow him to wear- suggestive clothing- I am stuck with the dubious honor of taking him clothes shopping.
So, we are in Waco, visiting my mom and we are at the mall. I decide to look at some clothes there at a store called "Buckle." The displays look nice, the clothes look fine... That's how they reel you in. I find a very nice t-shirt that he likes and I can tolerate. I look at the price. I look at the price, again. I about swallow my tongue and start sputtering. Put down your beverage before you read this next part. The price of this "nice" t-shirt was... $68.50. If you read sixty-eight dollars and fifty cents than you read it correctly. I asked the over eager sales girl if this was the right price and she cheerfully confirmed that it was. $68.50 for a flimsy t-shirt that will fall apart the second time I wash it?? No, no, no, no, no!! No, I will not buy a t-shirt for that price.
this is where the embarassment begins. As we are walking out of the store, I was still incredulous and remarking very loudly that I was not about to pay that price for that shirt. Surly teen was mortified and kept saying "mom, mooooommmm, all the kids have one." Suddenly my mother's voice is heard "and if all the kids jumped off a cliff would you do it, too?" The problem is that my mom was not shopping with us that day. Surly teen is glaring at me. A group of older teens has overheard us and are all laughing and we end up going to Kohl's and buying his clothes for a lot less. For the prcie of that one t-shirt, I am able to buy him 3 pairs of jeans.
He got over his embarrassment when he realized that we were in Waco and not Houston and noone knows him in Waco except his grandma and her friends.
So, we are in Waco, visiting my mom and we are at the mall. I decide to look at some clothes there at a store called "Buckle." The displays look nice, the clothes look fine... That's how they reel you in. I find a very nice t-shirt that he likes and I can tolerate. I look at the price. I look at the price, again. I about swallow my tongue and start sputtering. Put down your beverage before you read this next part. The price of this "nice" t-shirt was... $68.50. If you read sixty-eight dollars and fifty cents than you read it correctly. I asked the over eager sales girl if this was the right price and she cheerfully confirmed that it was. $68.50 for a flimsy t-shirt that will fall apart the second time I wash it?? No, no, no, no, no!! No, I will not buy a t-shirt for that price.
this is where the embarassment begins. As we are walking out of the store, I was still incredulous and remarking very loudly that I was not about to pay that price for that shirt. Surly teen was mortified and kept saying "mom, mooooommmm, all the kids have one." Suddenly my mother's voice is heard "and if all the kids jumped off a cliff would you do it, too?" The problem is that my mom was not shopping with us that day. Surly teen is glaring at me. A group of older teens has overheard us and are all laughing and we end up going to Kohl's and buying his clothes for a lot less. For the prcie of that one t-shirt, I am able to buy him 3 pairs of jeans.
He got over his embarrassment when he realized that we were in Waco and not Houston and noone knows him in Waco except his grandma and her friends.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Rome Is Burning...
So, yesterday I was out running some errands around town and meeting with a friend to help her with a knitting problem and I realized what a sorry state our country is in. The sense of entitlement begins very young.
Scene 1- I am at Michael's waiting for the Pier 1 to open and I am standing in line to make a purchase. Two customers in front of me is a late20/early 30ish woman and her pre-school daughter. The friendly cashier gives the child a free glow-in-the-dark bracelet (Halloween leftovers that can't get rid of??). Does this child say "Thank You?" Does the mom prompt the child to say "Thank You?" If you answered "No" to both questins, then you are correct. I was floored. I could not believe it. They walked out and said absolutely nothing to the nice lady behind the counter. WTF???
Scene 2- at the library. I met a friend at the library to help her with her knitting. There was a young (early 20's) woman at the computers with her toddler who was extremely fussy. She was totalyy ignoring this child who continued to fuss and carry on wanting attention. Another lady, once again late 20's/early 30's comes in with two preschool boys who are left unattended while she disappears into the stacks. These two little heathens begin to fight, wrestle, run-around, yell at each other and disturb all of the others who are tryong to be quiet. They are soon joined by a third boy whose mom is on the computer in Internet oblivion. I complain to the nice volunteer who tries to calm the children instead of finding the responsible adults and telling them to rein in their brats!!!
I have 2 kids- a 13 yo son, and a 7yo daughter. They can be a bit much at times and I have been known to call them the poster children for birth control, but I did teach them manneers and would have been mortified if my kiddos had acted like the ones mentioned above. If you don't say "Thank You," you must return the gift to the giver. You do not disrupt in a public place. If I was that desperate for a book, I would have either waited until mom's-day-out or my husband came home. I would not have taken such out-of-control brats to the library with me. Truthfully, my kids love books and woould have sat looking at them for ages, quietly. But, my kids are not perfect, either. Ages is about 15 minutes in reality, which is just enough time for me to find a book for me. They would also follow me into the stacks and sit at my feet looking at their books while I looked for mine.
So, Rome is burning, folks. Are you a fiddler or a fireman???
Scene 1- I am at Michael's waiting for the Pier 1 to open and I am standing in line to make a purchase. Two customers in front of me is a late20/early 30ish woman and her pre-school daughter. The friendly cashier gives the child a free glow-in-the-dark bracelet (Halloween leftovers that can't get rid of??). Does this child say "Thank You?" Does the mom prompt the child to say "Thank You?" If you answered "No" to both questins, then you are correct. I was floored. I could not believe it. They walked out and said absolutely nothing to the nice lady behind the counter. WTF???
Scene 2- at the library. I met a friend at the library to help her with her knitting. There was a young (early 20's) woman at the computers with her toddler who was extremely fussy. She was totalyy ignoring this child who continued to fuss and carry on wanting attention. Another lady, once again late 20's/early 30's comes in with two preschool boys who are left unattended while she disappears into the stacks. These two little heathens begin to fight, wrestle, run-around, yell at each other and disturb all of the others who are tryong to be quiet. They are soon joined by a third boy whose mom is on the computer in Internet oblivion. I complain to the nice volunteer who tries to calm the children instead of finding the responsible adults and telling them to rein in their brats!!!
I have 2 kids- a 13 yo son, and a 7yo daughter. They can be a bit much at times and I have been known to call them the poster children for birth control, but I did teach them manneers and would have been mortified if my kiddos had acted like the ones mentioned above. If you don't say "Thank You," you must return the gift to the giver. You do not disrupt in a public place. If I was that desperate for a book, I would have either waited until mom's-day-out or my husband came home. I would not have taken such out-of-control brats to the library with me. Truthfully, my kids love books and woould have sat looking at them for ages, quietly. But, my kids are not perfect, either. Ages is about 15 minutes in reality, which is just enough time for me to find a book for me. They would also follow me into the stacks and sit at my feet looking at their books while I looked for mine.
So, Rome is burning, folks. Are you a fiddler or a fireman???
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