Though I am delighted that we managed to get through Sandy without more than a flicker of the lights, I am so saddened by the devastation that other people are experiencing.
Today at my daughter's school, they celebrate "Crazy Hat Day" instead of dressing up for Halloween. I miss the days of the costume parade, but I'm glad that they still get to do something anyway.
I recently became my daughter's class room parent. In a weird twist of events, I was given this job late last week and had a whole 5 days (with a hurricane in there) to plan the class party.
One of the parents had very nicely sent in a craft kit for the kids, so they will be doing that. The other room parent and I organized the snack, which was no small feat since we have a list of allergies a mile long. I am pretty sure that what they have today for a snack is what they will be having for every party. I don't think we have too many options.
So it was up to me to come up with an activity or another craft. I attempted to go to a few craft stores, but they were wiped out and what they did have seemed too young for a bunch of savvy second graders.
I looked around my house and saw my kids' bowling set. I cannot remember who gave it to us, but it's one of the best toys my kids have. It's made of a dense foam, but has a nice flat plastic bottom on the pins. My kids always struggled to make the plastic bowling sets stand and work and this set works like a charm.
Anytime we've taken it out, it's been a huge hit. So I decided to take a white plastic table cloth, cut it up, and cover the pins like ghosts. My daughter helped me secure the pieces on the pins with rubber bands and then we drew faces on them.
With the ball, I wrapped it up with gauze and added a couple of googly eyes so it looks like a mummy head.
I hope the kids like it. I am fully aware that it has the potential of becoming a madhouse activity, but I also figure they're going to be nuts anyway, they might as well have fun.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Score!
Halloween this year was supposed to be easy.
My daughter has an Alice in Wonderland costume that she wore for her birthday , so she was all set.
My son, usually comes up with something that doesn't require a whole lot of money. He likes a good pun , in the past he's been a killer bee and a cereal killer. Ahh boys and their gross costumes.
This year he could not make up his mind. He just kept saying that he didn't think he wanted to go trick or treating and we wondered if maybe he was feeling like he was too old. He is probably getting close to that age, but he will be getting his braces off one week after Halloween and we cannot believe he doesn't want to load up on FREE candy.
After talking to him a bit, he finally confessed that he didn't have a good idea for a costume and that was why he was hesitating. We decided to jump on the 'ol internet and take a look.
Within minutes, he found what he wanted to be. He wants to wear football apparel, a long cloak and a long white beard and be ......fantasy football.
This works on every level for him. He loves the pun and even more so, he's been playing in my husband's fantasy football league for a few years and loves it. (it's free)
I was delighted, until I realized I had nothing for this costume and Halloween is a week away.
On a whim, I thought maybe I could try a few thrift stores in the area and see what I could piece together before I hit the pricey party stores.
I don't know what I was expecting to find, but I headed in with an open mind. I was walking by the women's clothes when I noticed a few long black velvet dresses. I was wondering if I would be able to make them into a cloak for him, after looking at a few, I saw one that would be perfect. It was $9.99, so I debated whether I could purchase one already made, or if this was a better deal. My friend then said, "Everything without a green tag is 50%off" What? Awesome. Sold.
I moseyed on over to the men's section and saw what looked like a sporty section. I was poking though when I saw it. Quick back story, even though we live in New England, we love New York sports teams. Yankees, Islanders, Jets and Giants. So , there in all the Red Sox and Patriots gear was a Jets Jersey. I couldn't believe it. It was huge, but it's Halloween , who cares? I looked at the price, $3.99!! Oh and the tag was yellow, so basically $2.00....I almost lost my head with excitement. Things like this don't usually go my way!
A trip to a Savers, which carries new Halloween merchandise, had me finding a giant wizard wand for only $.99 over what I wanted to spend on something that I am sure will end up broken in my basement at some point. My daughter is so jealous of this thing, it lights up and blinks and she has declared that when her brother goes to college, it is all hers. ( I doubt it will survive that long)
Anyway, just wanted to thank the universe for aligning and making this happen. Someday I will use my luck for lottery winnings and great fortune, however a cloak and a Jets Jersey will do for now.
My daughter has an Alice in Wonderland costume that she wore for her birthday , so she was all set.
My son, usually comes up with something that doesn't require a whole lot of money. He likes a good pun , in the past he's been a killer bee and a cereal killer. Ahh boys and their gross costumes.
This year he could not make up his mind. He just kept saying that he didn't think he wanted to go trick or treating and we wondered if maybe he was feeling like he was too old. He is probably getting close to that age, but he will be getting his braces off one week after Halloween and we cannot believe he doesn't want to load up on FREE candy.
After talking to him a bit, he finally confessed that he didn't have a good idea for a costume and that was why he was hesitating. We decided to jump on the 'ol internet and take a look.
Within minutes, he found what he wanted to be. He wants to wear football apparel, a long cloak and a long white beard and be ......fantasy football.
This works on every level for him. He loves the pun and even more so, he's been playing in my husband's fantasy football league for a few years and loves it. (it's free)
I was delighted, until I realized I had nothing for this costume and Halloween is a week away.
On a whim, I thought maybe I could try a few thrift stores in the area and see what I could piece together before I hit the pricey party stores.
I don't know what I was expecting to find, but I headed in with an open mind. I was walking by the women's clothes when I noticed a few long black velvet dresses. I was wondering if I would be able to make them into a cloak for him, after looking at a few, I saw one that would be perfect. It was $9.99, so I debated whether I could purchase one already made, or if this was a better deal. My friend then said, "Everything without a green tag is 50%off" What? Awesome. Sold.
I moseyed on over to the men's section and saw what looked like a sporty section. I was poking though when I saw it. Quick back story, even though we live in New England, we love New York sports teams. Yankees, Islanders, Jets and Giants. So , there in all the Red Sox and Patriots gear was a Jets Jersey. I couldn't believe it. It was huge, but it's Halloween , who cares? I looked at the price, $3.99!! Oh and the tag was yellow, so basically $2.00....I almost lost my head with excitement. Things like this don't usually go my way!
A trip to a Savers, which carries new Halloween merchandise, had me finding a giant wizard wand for only $.99 over what I wanted to spend on something that I am sure will end up broken in my basement at some point. My daughter is so jealous of this thing, it lights up and blinks and she has declared that when her brother goes to college, it is all hers. ( I doubt it will survive that long)
Anyway, just wanted to thank the universe for aligning and making this happen. Someday I will use my luck for lottery winnings and great fortune, however a cloak and a Jets Jersey will do for now.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Lunch with Grandma
My dad has given me the task of researching my family's genealogy.
As part of that, I scanned all of my Grandma's pictures into the computer so that if anyone ever wanted a picture they could have it.
The only problem I came across was that most of her photos were in those old sticky albums that are terrible for photographs. I wanted to preserve her photos, so I made them into scrapbooks for her. I didn't change the order of the photos and I simply put them on black pages with gold photo corners, Grandma doesn't like a lot of fuss, and put them into new albums.
I have sat with her on a few occasions to get names of those in the photos and she's seen the progress along the way, but yesterday I was finally delivering them to her for keeps.
She was so excited and I know she will spend the rest of the week if not longer, going through the books and showing them to anyone who comes over.
My dad and I went to see her together and took her out to lunch, by that I mean we physically took her since Grandma will not hear of anyone paying for her lunch, try as we might.
She was telling us some cute stories. One was about how her doctor told her some of her numbers were a little high and she told him it was because of the Coffee Crisps. For those of you who don't know, this is a candy bar that you can only get in Canada. My Grandma LOVES them. Her doctor had never heard of them and I guess decided to quickly "google" what they were. Nothing could have impressed her more. She could not believe that within seconds he was able to show her a picture of her candy bar on the computer. I love how she's so innocent regarding technology.
At one point she was kidding and said , "Oh, my computer doesn't get The Facebook", which is especially cute because she doesn't have a computer, but still kind of gets what Facebook is.
She then told us about a mystery. I retold this to my kids and they are fascinated with it.
One night, she went to bed and took her watch off and set it on her nightstand. In the middle of the night, she woke up because she had a dream that burglars were coming in and they were going to steal her watch. So she is pretty sure that she got up, emptied some sort of container, put her watch in the bottom of it , refilled it and went to bed. As she was falling asleep , she thought, "I am never going to remember that I put that there."
Sure enough, it's over a month later and she has no idea where it is!
My dad, my aunt, and even I have tried our hand at finding it, with no luck. My kids are now convinced that they need to go to Great Grandma's house and solve this mystery. Something tells me she won't mind a visit in the least.
As part of that, I scanned all of my Grandma's pictures into the computer so that if anyone ever wanted a picture they could have it.
The only problem I came across was that most of her photos were in those old sticky albums that are terrible for photographs. I wanted to preserve her photos, so I made them into scrapbooks for her. I didn't change the order of the photos and I simply put them on black pages with gold photo corners, Grandma doesn't like a lot of fuss, and put them into new albums.
I have sat with her on a few occasions to get names of those in the photos and she's seen the progress along the way, but yesterday I was finally delivering them to her for keeps.
She was so excited and I know she will spend the rest of the week if not longer, going through the books and showing them to anyone who comes over.
My dad and I went to see her together and took her out to lunch, by that I mean we physically took her since Grandma will not hear of anyone paying for her lunch, try as we might.
She was telling us some cute stories. One was about how her doctor told her some of her numbers were a little high and she told him it was because of the Coffee Crisps. For those of you who don't know, this is a candy bar that you can only get in Canada. My Grandma LOVES them. Her doctor had never heard of them and I guess decided to quickly "google" what they were. Nothing could have impressed her more. She could not believe that within seconds he was able to show her a picture of her candy bar on the computer. I love how she's so innocent regarding technology.
At one point she was kidding and said , "Oh, my computer doesn't get The Facebook", which is especially cute because she doesn't have a computer, but still kind of gets what Facebook is.
She then told us about a mystery. I retold this to my kids and they are fascinated with it.
One night, she went to bed and took her watch off and set it on her nightstand. In the middle of the night, she woke up because she had a dream that burglars were coming in and they were going to steal her watch. So she is pretty sure that she got up, emptied some sort of container, put her watch in the bottom of it , refilled it and went to bed. As she was falling asleep , she thought, "I am never going to remember that I put that there."
Sure enough, it's over a month later and she has no idea where it is!
My dad, my aunt, and even I have tried our hand at finding it, with no luck. My kids are now convinced that they need to go to Great Grandma's house and solve this mystery. Something tells me she won't mind a visit in the least.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Fathers, Sons And Sports
Over the weekend, my daughter and I went to a baby shower, leaving the "boys" home. They went to my son's soccer game and after my son even took my husband out to lunch. While I was gone, I received an email from my husband about the game. I was really touched by how he wrote about our son and I thought I would share it with you. I can assure you that this game bonded my husband and son in a really special way and as a mom, I'm almost glad I wasn't there, I am not a fan of watching my kid hurling himself at every one's cleat covered feet!
J had a soccer game this morning. He started the game in goal (he is the team's starting goalie) and played the entire match at this position. The opening face off lead to a goal for J's team within the first 30 seconds. From that point on, I believe his team may have had two or three more shots on goal the rest of the day. our town lost, and J had seven goals scored against him.
In all my years of watching J play soccer, I have never seen a goalie try and carry a team on his back in such a way. Never have I seen a goalie give up his body, time after time, shot after shot. Getting knocked down, kicked in the hand and the arm, stopping shots with his body at point blank range, attacking opposing forwards head on as they came in on breakaway after breakaway. Beaten and bloodied, but not a drop of surrender in him. Having his arm iced up during half time, and then going back in net knowing it was a suicide mission. I am not lying when I tell you he must of had 30 to 40 saves, the majority of these coming within his own goalie box or on breakaways.
Never have I seen a goalie give up seven goals, and after the game the opposing team telling him "great game keeper', knowing that if it was not for him, they would of had scored even more, The pictures I attached do not do justice to how much of his body he left on the field.
J had a soccer game this morning. He started the game in goal (he is the team's starting goalie) and played the entire match at this position. The opening face off lead to a goal for J's team within the first 30 seconds. From that point on, I believe his team may have had two or three more shots on goal the rest of the day. our town lost, and J had seven goals scored against him.
In all my years of watching J play soccer, I have never seen a goalie try and carry a team on his back in such a way. Never have I seen a goalie give up his body, time after time, shot after shot. Getting knocked down, kicked in the hand and the arm, stopping shots with his body at point blank range, attacking opposing forwards head on as they came in on breakaway after breakaway. Beaten and bloodied, but not a drop of surrender in him. Having his arm iced up during half time, and then going back in net knowing it was a suicide mission. I am not lying when I tell you he must of had 30 to 40 saves, the majority of these coming within his own goalie box or on breakaways.
Never have I seen a goalie give up seven goals, and after the game the opposing team telling him "great game keeper', knowing that if it was not for him, they would of had scored even more, The pictures I attached do not do justice to how much of his body he left on the field.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Inspector Clouseau=Funny
Last weekend was a cold, rainy mess.
It was the perfect time for us to get in our comfy clothes, grab pillows and beanbags and watch some movies.
Friday night, we knew we wanted to kids to get to be a little early since early Saturday morning, we had a travel soccer game for my son.
We spent some time looking through Netflix instant movies and my husband and I stumbled across Pink Panther movies. We both remembered loving those movies when we were young. After some quick plot summary checking on IMDB, we picked two to put in our queue and started the first one.
There are some movies you see as a kid, that don't always hold up when you watch them again as an adult. I remember my dad coming home from Video Galaxy (remember that place?) with a movie he saw as a kid that he loved. It was "Darby O'Gill and The Little People". Let's just say, it didn't impress my sister and I and even my dad said, "I guess that wasn't as good as I remember." However, it did star a very young Sean Connery.
We were so delighted that the kids (and us) LOVED "The Pink Panther". There were parts that my kids were laughing so hard we had to rewind the movie because we missed something. There was one part that my son made us rewind 5 times, he thought it was so funny.
Once the movie was over they begged us to watch the other one, but we made them go to bed and told them since the weather was supposed to be crummy, we would surely get to watch the other one at some point over the weekend.
Luckily we were able to watch it the next night and it was another great night of laughs for us.
It was such a great time, it is very rare that we all find a movie we like, my kids are 6 years apart and have very different tastes in movies. I love that these were truly family movies. Any other suggestions for us? We are really loving the idea of movie night.
It was the perfect time for us to get in our comfy clothes, grab pillows and beanbags and watch some movies.
Friday night, we knew we wanted to kids to get to be a little early since early Saturday morning, we had a travel soccer game for my son.
We spent some time looking through Netflix instant movies and my husband and I stumbled across Pink Panther movies. We both remembered loving those movies when we were young. After some quick plot summary checking on IMDB, we picked two to put in our queue and started the first one.
There are some movies you see as a kid, that don't always hold up when you watch them again as an adult. I remember my dad coming home from Video Galaxy (remember that place?) with a movie he saw as a kid that he loved. It was "Darby O'Gill and The Little People". Let's just say, it didn't impress my sister and I and even my dad said, "I guess that wasn't as good as I remember." However, it did star a very young Sean Connery.
We were so delighted that the kids (and us) LOVED "The Pink Panther". There were parts that my kids were laughing so hard we had to rewind the movie because we missed something. There was one part that my son made us rewind 5 times, he thought it was so funny.
Once the movie was over they begged us to watch the other one, but we made them go to bed and told them since the weather was supposed to be crummy, we would surely get to watch the other one at some point over the weekend.
Luckily we were able to watch it the next night and it was another great night of laughs for us.
It was such a great time, it is very rare that we all find a movie we like, my kids are 6 years apart and have very different tastes in movies. I love that these were truly family movies. Any other suggestions for us? We are really loving the idea of movie night.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
For Super Ty
I am so overwhelmed with sadness.
My friend J, brought this little boy's story to my attention. Over 2 years ago he was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive cancer.
Yesterday, this sweet little boy passed away.
I had gone to their website a while ago and learned about Ty's journey, but as life goes, I hadn't read it in awhile.
Even then , I was amazed at the raw honesty his mother wrote with.
When I went to the website yesterday, I was overwhelmed with how she was able to write about losing Ty.
I want to honor Ty by sharing his story with you, if you choose.
http://www.superty.org/
It's very real, very honest and so heartbreaking, but there's something about the way his mom writes that taps into every fiber of what being a mom is.
Thank you.
My friend J, brought this little boy's story to my attention. Over 2 years ago he was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive cancer.
Yesterday, this sweet little boy passed away.
I had gone to their website a while ago and learned about Ty's journey, but as life goes, I hadn't read it in awhile.
Even then , I was amazed at the raw honesty his mother wrote with.
When I went to the website yesterday, I was overwhelmed with how she was able to write about losing Ty.
I want to honor Ty by sharing his story with you, if you choose.
http://www.superty.org/
It's very real, very honest and so heartbreaking, but there's something about the way his mom writes that taps into every fiber of what being a mom is.
Thank you.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
The Real Housewives of Anywhere
As you may know, my guilty pleasure is watching "The Real Housewives" series.
I think at some point I have seen them all, though I am not a big fan of Miami or Atlanta.
Lately, there's been a run of reunion shows that have been explosive and it got me to thinking about how my ACTUAL Housewife friends and I would behave under these circumstances.
So first of all, you have to think about the fact that there are cameras, in your house, filming what you do. My house would be immaculate. I would be so freaked out that some yahoo who was recording the show would pause it and say, "Did you see that sock sticking out from under her kid's bed? Slob!"
Then, I think about how they follow them to different events. So for example, today my friend K and I ran a few errands today. So if the cameras were following us, they would have seen me exchange some jeans for my daughter at Old Navy. It would have been quite the cliff hanger when I realized that they didn't have the royal blue jeans in her size and I had to (gasp!) pick another color. I can imagine the comments as to whether the magenta polka dot jeans were the best choice.
We then popped into Cold Water Creek since K had a coupon, but we didn't buy anything. You would have heard the riveting conversation we had about my daughter's birthday party and her recent trip to the Bahamas.
All in all , it would probably not make very good TV.
I can't really think of any "feuds" I would have with the other women. I like to think that I get along with all of them. I guess I would find out though when the cameras were rolling. How terrifying. Maybe that's why these women go crazy, maybe they think everything is great and then they see their friends on camera and hear, " I cannot believe Jenn bought her daughter the magenta polka dot jeans, I bought those for my daughter, she knew that. I hate her."
Had cameras been rolling yesterday, you would have seen me in full lunatic mode. I sent my kids outside to play in the gorgeous weather and my daughter was so awful to her brother, I completely lost my mind. It was a RHONJ worthy performance, Teresa would have loved it, I said lots of things that didn't make sense. I may or may not have flipped a table. Okay, I didn't, but had there been a table in my backyard, I might have. I can only imagine that yahoo pausing my face is some horrid position as I said, "Someday he's going to go to college and you're going to miss the fact that he's willing to throw on giant hockey gloves and play crazy soccer with you."
Sadly, that's the most exciting thing that happens around here, to a real REAL housewife. I think that's why they cast such wealthy and glamorous (and crazy bananas) women for these shows. Even though I wouldn't want to watch what I do on TV, I would certainly pick the way I live and the people that surround me over reality TV fame.
****SIDENOTE*****
Am I the only one who thinks Teresa (RHONJ)is absolutely insane? Throughout 3 reunion specials all I could see was someone who was lying about everything she is. Her voice goes up about 10 octaves when she acts like something is SOOO outrageous (but true) and she throws ANYONE under the bus when she is attacked. I know she makes good TV, but I really can't stand her. I follow the Manzo kids (and Greg , my god , how much do I LOOOOVE Greg?) and Albie had an excellent point. He tweeted,
I think at some point I have seen them all, though I am not a big fan of Miami or Atlanta.
Lately, there's been a run of reunion shows that have been explosive and it got me to thinking about how my ACTUAL Housewife friends and I would behave under these circumstances.
So first of all, you have to think about the fact that there are cameras, in your house, filming what you do. My house would be immaculate. I would be so freaked out that some yahoo who was recording the show would pause it and say, "Did you see that sock sticking out from under her kid's bed? Slob!"
Then, I think about how they follow them to different events. So for example, today my friend K and I ran a few errands today. So if the cameras were following us, they would have seen me exchange some jeans for my daughter at Old Navy. It would have been quite the cliff hanger when I realized that they didn't have the royal blue jeans in her size and I had to (gasp!) pick another color. I can imagine the comments as to whether the magenta polka dot jeans were the best choice.
We then popped into Cold Water Creek since K had a coupon, but we didn't buy anything. You would have heard the riveting conversation we had about my daughter's birthday party and her recent trip to the Bahamas.
All in all , it would probably not make very good TV.
I can't really think of any "feuds" I would have with the other women. I like to think that I get along with all of them. I guess I would find out though when the cameras were rolling. How terrifying. Maybe that's why these women go crazy, maybe they think everything is great and then they see their friends on camera and hear, " I cannot believe Jenn bought her daughter the magenta polka dot jeans, I bought those for my daughter, she knew that. I hate her."
Had cameras been rolling yesterday, you would have seen me in full lunatic mode. I sent my kids outside to play in the gorgeous weather and my daughter was so awful to her brother, I completely lost my mind. It was a RHONJ worthy performance, Teresa would have loved it, I said lots of things that didn't make sense. I may or may not have flipped a table. Okay, I didn't, but had there been a table in my backyard, I might have. I can only imagine that yahoo pausing my face is some horrid position as I said, "Someday he's going to go to college and you're going to miss the fact that he's willing to throw on giant hockey gloves and play crazy soccer with you."
Sadly, that's the most exciting thing that happens around here, to a real REAL housewife. I think that's why they cast such wealthy and glamorous (and crazy bananas) women for these shows. Even though I wouldn't want to watch what I do on TV, I would certainly pick the way I live and the people that surround me over reality TV fame.
****SIDENOTE*****
Am I the only one who thinks Teresa (RHONJ)is absolutely insane? Throughout 3 reunion specials all I could see was someone who was lying about everything she is. Her voice goes up about 10 octaves when she acts like something is SOOO outrageous (but true) and she throws ANYONE under the bus when she is attacked. I know she makes good TV, but I really can't stand her. I follow the Manzo kids (and Greg , my god , how much do I LOOOOVE Greg?) and Albie had an excellent point. He tweeted,
"I'll say it again, attention is the most dangerous drug on the planet." Agreed. She is so desperate to stay relevant, she will do anything.
Ok, that's all, just my two cents ;)
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
She Should Run For Office
My daughter knows how to work it.
She has this uncanny knack for saying the most heart melting phrases when I am at my wits end.
We sometimes call her "The Mayor" because of her willingness to chat with anyone. I am starting to think she would make an excellent politician.
She tries her best to work the angle so that she doesn't have to go to bed, finish vegetables, or clean her room.
Since she was a little girl, my daughter has always been right there. What I mean by this, is that where ever I am, no matter what I am doing, she's right there, by my side, touching me, leaning on me, laying on me, on me.
I have often joked that if she could climb back into my womb she would.
For the most part, I love it. It kind of goes against my norm. I am not a snuggler, my husband and daughter are. It kind of forces me out of my own cranky ways.
There are moments though when I think "Can I not just get some space!?" Last week in the throws of exhaustion and sickness, I had one of these moments.
In a moment of frustration, I asked her, "Why do you always have to be right on top of me?"
Her reply, in true heart-melting fashion, was, "Because when I lean against you, it recharges my heart."
I was immediately remorseful for snapping and I am trying my hardest to enjoy every single second of her "recharging time". Sooner than I can imagine, she will no longer need as much recharging and I think I'll feel a pang when I realize she's not right there.
She has this uncanny knack for saying the most heart melting phrases when I am at my wits end.
We sometimes call her "The Mayor" because of her willingness to chat with anyone. I am starting to think she would make an excellent politician.
She tries her best to work the angle so that she doesn't have to go to bed, finish vegetables, or clean her room.
Since she was a little girl, my daughter has always been right there. What I mean by this, is that where ever I am, no matter what I am doing, she's right there, by my side, touching me, leaning on me, laying on me, on me.
I have often joked that if she could climb back into my womb she would.
For the most part, I love it. It kind of goes against my norm. I am not a snuggler, my husband and daughter are. It kind of forces me out of my own cranky ways.
There are moments though when I think "Can I not just get some space!?" Last week in the throws of exhaustion and sickness, I had one of these moments.
In a moment of frustration, I asked her, "Why do you always have to be right on top of me?"
Her reply, in true heart-melting fashion, was, "Because when I lean against you, it recharges my heart."
I was immediately remorseful for snapping and I am trying my hardest to enjoy every single second of her "recharging time". Sooner than I can imagine, she will no longer need as much recharging and I think I'll feel a pang when I realize she's not right there.
Monday, October 15, 2012
HiberNol
I am slowly emerging out of the worst cold ever.
I am not exaggerating. I have been sick for over a week , with a cold.
A cold with a vengeance. This thing has knocked me out for days at a time.
I don't know how I would have survived it if my husband hadn't taken some time off.
He had already planned to take the time off, my cold just sort of ruined it.
There were days I think I slept 17 out of 24 hours.
Some highlights were when he told me to absolutely sleep in. He would make sure that the kids would get on the bus in weather appropriate outfits (seriously, coaxing my 13 year old out of shorts has been a battle) with lunches in hand.
Cut to, "Psst, hey hon, totally keep sleeping, but what time do they go to the bus? Okay, great, go back to sleep"
"Psst, hey, what should the daughter wear? There's too many choices."
"I have no idea how to do her hair"
I got up and did the mom thing. I can't blame him. My daughter dresses according to her mood and she can be overwhelmed by the possibilities. Her and I have a nice routine where I give her freedom until it's just time to pick something already and then I make some strong suggestions. Her hair is the same story. Oh, and she also has the most sensitive scalp in the universe so I am just used to being the one to deal with it.
He took her to the bus stop and I crawled back into bed for 1, 876 hours or so.
I did manage to come downstairs at some point , to then just lay on the couch. It was a lovely change of scenery.
Towards the end of the week, I was feeling well enough to leave the house. We even ventured out to Ikea one day and had a really nice lunch together.
The only downfall is my house is in shambles. I was able to reign some of the mess in today, but will no doubt be playing catch-up for a few days. I am happy to do it. The kids were happy and taken care of , I got much needed rest and I am hopefully on the mend (my cough is making a rare re-appearance) and I even got to spend some time alone with my husband.
Thanks hubby! You are the best!!
All of this sickness made me wish that this really existed....also, I miss Chris Farley and Phil Hartman, sigh.
http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/hibernol/2658
I am not exaggerating. I have been sick for over a week , with a cold.
A cold with a vengeance. This thing has knocked me out for days at a time.
I don't know how I would have survived it if my husband hadn't taken some time off.
He had already planned to take the time off, my cold just sort of ruined it.
There were days I think I slept 17 out of 24 hours.
Some highlights were when he told me to absolutely sleep in. He would make sure that the kids would get on the bus in weather appropriate outfits (seriously, coaxing my 13 year old out of shorts has been a battle) with lunches in hand.
Cut to, "Psst, hey hon, totally keep sleeping, but what time do they go to the bus? Okay, great, go back to sleep"
"Psst, hey, what should the daughter wear? There's too many choices."
"I have no idea how to do her hair"
I got up and did the mom thing. I can't blame him. My daughter dresses according to her mood and she can be overwhelmed by the possibilities. Her and I have a nice routine where I give her freedom until it's just time to pick something already and then I make some strong suggestions. Her hair is the same story. Oh, and she also has the most sensitive scalp in the universe so I am just used to being the one to deal with it.
He took her to the bus stop and I crawled back into bed for 1, 876 hours or so.
I did manage to come downstairs at some point , to then just lay on the couch. It was a lovely change of scenery.
Towards the end of the week, I was feeling well enough to leave the house. We even ventured out to Ikea one day and had a really nice lunch together.
The only downfall is my house is in shambles. I was able to reign some of the mess in today, but will no doubt be playing catch-up for a few days. I am happy to do it. The kids were happy and taken care of , I got much needed rest and I am hopefully on the mend (my cough is making a rare re-appearance) and I even got to spend some time alone with my husband.
Thanks hubby! You are the best!!
All of this sickness made me wish that this really existed....also, I miss Chris Farley and Phil Hartman, sigh.
http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/hibernol/2658
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
The Kids On The Bus
Everyday when I go to the bus stop to wait for my daughter, a bus from another town pulls into my neighborhood to turn around.
One day, early on in the school year, I saw a girl sitting towards the back of the bus and her face lit up and she waved.
I am 99% sure that I know this girl. I think that she dances where my daughter dances, but she's older and I think I've only seen her in passing.
I thought it was so cute how her face lit up and she waved.
Since then, I look forward to seeing this bus in the afternoons.
You see, even if this girl is not on the bus, someone waves to me. Sometimes it's a girl who I think of as a shy and quiet kid, who gives me a little wave and a smile. Sometimes it's a few boys in the back of the bus who wave with crazy enthusiasm.
Whoever waves to me, it's such a sweet part of the day and I love that no matter what, I can count on a wave and a smile to brighten my day.
I hope these kids remain this sweet forever.
One day, early on in the school year, I saw a girl sitting towards the back of the bus and her face lit up and she waved.
I am 99% sure that I know this girl. I think that she dances where my daughter dances, but she's older and I think I've only seen her in passing.
I thought it was so cute how her face lit up and she waved.
Since then, I look forward to seeing this bus in the afternoons.
You see, even if this girl is not on the bus, someone waves to me. Sometimes it's a girl who I think of as a shy and quiet kid, who gives me a little wave and a smile. Sometimes it's a few boys in the back of the bus who wave with crazy enthusiasm.
Whoever waves to me, it's such a sweet part of the day and I love that no matter what, I can count on a wave and a smile to brighten my day.
I hope these kids remain this sweet forever.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Going Mad!
After a wonderful weekend celebrating my daughter's birthday with family, it is time for the annual madness of the kid party.
I go a little nuts for my kids birthday parties. I really really like having their parties at the house. I love locking into a theme and going crazy with it.
For my daughter, we've done a purple party, princess party, Hello Kitty Carnival and a panda bowling party.
This year, we have decided to do a Mad Hatter Tea Party. What I love is that everyone in our family gets excited about the themes. My mother in law ran to The Disney Store and got my daughter the Alice costume. It's awesome because she can wear it for the party, for Halloween and our super secret trip to Disney that's coming up.
My parents (my dad actually found it, let the record show) found an Alice in Wonderland tea pot at a store and gave it to her for her birthday.
I have been collecting odds and ends to decorate the crazy table with. I could craft FOREVER when it comes to these parties. I have to tell myself its for one day and my husband will frown upon me celebrating "Unbirthdays" until the new millennium.
My other plans include writing names on tea cups for the girls to take home as favors. Sharpie paint markers and the oven are supposed to make these last a long time. I also want to make soldiers out of a deck of cards, it seems easy enough, but I'll have to see how much time I have.
I also managed to get a croquet set at the local flea market, so I'm going to set it up like a little obstacle course for the kids. I don't know that they'll want to play croquet the real way, so I think this will be fun.
Can't wait to get started!!! Wish me luck!
I go a little nuts for my kids birthday parties. I really really like having their parties at the house. I love locking into a theme and going crazy with it.
For my daughter, we've done a purple party, princess party, Hello Kitty Carnival and a panda bowling party.
This year, we have decided to do a Mad Hatter Tea Party. What I love is that everyone in our family gets excited about the themes. My mother in law ran to The Disney Store and got my daughter the Alice costume. It's awesome because she can wear it for the party, for Halloween and our super secret trip to Disney that's coming up.
My parents (my dad actually found it, let the record show) found an Alice in Wonderland tea pot at a store and gave it to her for her birthday.
I have been collecting odds and ends to decorate the crazy table with. I could craft FOREVER when it comes to these parties. I have to tell myself its for one day and my husband will frown upon me celebrating "Unbirthdays" until the new millennium.
My other plans include writing names on tea cups for the girls to take home as favors. Sharpie paint markers and the oven are supposed to make these last a long time. I also want to make soldiers out of a deck of cards, it seems easy enough, but I'll have to see how much time I have.
I also managed to get a croquet set at the local flea market, so I'm going to set it up like a little obstacle course for the kids. I don't know that they'll want to play croquet the real way, so I think this will be fun.
Can't wait to get started!!! Wish me luck!
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Lucky 7
What an amazing 7 years it has been.
Tomorrow my little girl will wake up and be 8 years old.
I can't believe it. It sounds so little and big all at once.
She really is an amazing kid.. I know all parents say this about their kids. I would like to think that if she was who she is and was one of my friends' kid, I would still like her.
She is a great balance of tough and sweet. She is so graceful when she dances, I love watching her do ballet, so sweet and poised. She is such a toughie when she plays sports, loves getting dirty and has this swagger we can't explain.
She is so great at giving hugs and kisses and telling us she loves us without being prompted. She is a great snuggler who loves to sneak extra kisses from her daddy and tease me about it.
She has her daddy's wicked sense of humor, she is so quick with a comeback it makes my head spin.
She has a quick temper. I equate it with Donald Duck (hmmm someone I have also compared her father with) she blows hot and fast and then it's over. I guess it's good that it's quick, but man does she get mad.
She has anxiety about school and change and moths that you think are dead but then fly out of the toilet and scare you to death.
She loves clothes, shoes , accessories and lip gloss, which we still call "glip gloss" like she did when she was little.
We call her Lulu. It's nothing like her given name, but it suits her.
She was just what our family needed to be complete and I'm so happy she's ours.
Love ya Lulu!
I hope you have the best birthday ever tomorrow!
Love,
Mommy xoxoxxo
This is one of my favorite pictures of us from her first days.....
Tomorrow my little girl will wake up and be 8 years old.
I can't believe it. It sounds so little and big all at once.
She really is an amazing kid.. I know all parents say this about their kids. I would like to think that if she was who she is and was one of my friends' kid, I would still like her.
She is a great balance of tough and sweet. She is so graceful when she dances, I love watching her do ballet, so sweet and poised. She is such a toughie when she plays sports, loves getting dirty and has this swagger we can't explain.
She is so great at giving hugs and kisses and telling us she loves us without being prompted. She is a great snuggler who loves to sneak extra kisses from her daddy and tease me about it.
She has her daddy's wicked sense of humor, she is so quick with a comeback it makes my head spin.
She has a quick temper. I equate it with Donald Duck (hmmm someone I have also compared her father with) she blows hot and fast and then it's over. I guess it's good that it's quick, but man does she get mad.
She has anxiety about school and change and moths that you think are dead but then fly out of the toilet and scare you to death.
She loves clothes, shoes , accessories and lip gloss, which we still call "glip gloss" like she did when she was little.
We call her Lulu. It's nothing like her given name, but it suits her.
She was just what our family needed to be complete and I'm so happy she's ours.
Love ya Lulu!
I hope you have the best birthday ever tomorrow!
Love,
Mommy xoxoxxo
This is one of my favorite pictures of us from her first days.....
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Heart And Soul
So, if you want to get the sh*t scared out of you, have the school call you and tell you that your daughter is having chest pains.
It was one of those, "I know she's fine, I know she's fine, I am 99.9% sure she's fine. Oh my god what if she's not fine!!" moments.
The school nurse was very sweet and said that she listened to her heart, took her temperature, and she seemed fine. I told her I would call the pediatrician and be right over.
The doctor was able to fit her in this afternoon.
Let me sidebar here for a moment. Maybe it was my nerves, but I hated every single person in that waiting room. The dad not paying any attention to his daughter who was being a complete menace, the lady who would not stop playing on her phone, but every time she pressed a key it went "beep beep beep". This went on for AN HOUR. Also , guy next to me, NOT using a tissue , but your hand, you are so lucky I didn't vomit on you.
Ok, back to the appointment. The doctor was very sweet and asked her all kinds of questions. He examined her and even though he didn't think there was anything to worry about, he decided to give her an ekg. All was going well, but for some reason, my daughter freaked out. I guess even though we told her a million times she just had to lay there, she was convinced it would hurt her.
This is where I become Patch Freaking Adams. I was trying my best to distract her or make her laugh, anything so I could get some piece of mind. She finally was calm and they were able to do it.
The results were fine and they think that she may suffer from reflux, so they want us to try some sort of Calcium Carbonate with her and see if it helps. Easy enough , right? Oh not really because there is apparently a shortage on these. A very nice pharmacist at Target told me that they're just not getting them in. I guess I'll be calling the doctor back in the morning.
I am so relieved she's ok. So freaking relieved.
It was one of those, "I know she's fine, I know she's fine, I am 99.9% sure she's fine. Oh my god what if she's not fine!!" moments.
The school nurse was very sweet and said that she listened to her heart, took her temperature, and she seemed fine. I told her I would call the pediatrician and be right over.
The doctor was able to fit her in this afternoon.
Let me sidebar here for a moment. Maybe it was my nerves, but I hated every single person in that waiting room. The dad not paying any attention to his daughter who was being a complete menace, the lady who would not stop playing on her phone, but every time she pressed a key it went "beep beep beep". This went on for AN HOUR. Also , guy next to me, NOT using a tissue , but your hand, you are so lucky I didn't vomit on you.
Ok, back to the appointment. The doctor was very sweet and asked her all kinds of questions. He examined her and even though he didn't think there was anything to worry about, he decided to give her an ekg. All was going well, but for some reason, my daughter freaked out. I guess even though we told her a million times she just had to lay there, she was convinced it would hurt her.
This is where I become Patch Freaking Adams. I was trying my best to distract her or make her laugh, anything so I could get some piece of mind. She finally was calm and they were able to do it.
The results were fine and they think that she may suffer from reflux, so they want us to try some sort of Calcium Carbonate with her and see if it helps. Easy enough , right? Oh not really because there is apparently a shortage on these. A very nice pharmacist at Target told me that they're just not getting them in. I guess I'll be calling the doctor back in the morning.
I am so relieved she's ok. So freaking relieved.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Coach's Challenge
Short blog, but thought I'd share this.
After a busy weekend, my husband and I ran out last night to do a few errands for my daughter's upcoming birthday.
We were wiped out, but knew free time would be hard to find this week.
So, as it goes, when we're tired, we bicker.
We purchased an alarm clock/docking station/speakers for my daughter's birthday and we were discussing how excited she would be. We are actually giving her my husband's ipod. He recently got a smart phone and has all of his music on there. I thought since she's only going to be 8, we could give her his old one and she can upgrade when she's older (but his is pretty nice). She also has been dying to have an alarm clock.
So, I said that it will be nice to have a smaller more useful thing on her nightstand. On her nightstand she has a little pink boombox that she's dropped a few times, so the only thing that works on it is the radio.
My husband was like, "WHAT?" "That's not true."
I was confused, apparently he thought I was saying this about the ipod.
We then bickered a good few minutes about the order in which I said things.
Stupid tired fight that means nothing and everything, married people, am I right?
Here's what I love. My husband says to me, "You know, when we die and get to where ever we're going, I am going to have them playback this moment and you'll see that you're wrong."
"Are you telling me that you think there's instant replay in heaven?"
" Absolutely"
There is nothing left to do at this point but laugh, so glad I love him.
After a busy weekend, my husband and I ran out last night to do a few errands for my daughter's upcoming birthday.
We were wiped out, but knew free time would be hard to find this week.
So, as it goes, when we're tired, we bicker.
We purchased an alarm clock/docking station/speakers for my daughter's birthday and we were discussing how excited she would be. We are actually giving her my husband's ipod. He recently got a smart phone and has all of his music on there. I thought since she's only going to be 8, we could give her his old one and she can upgrade when she's older (but his is pretty nice). She also has been dying to have an alarm clock.
So, I said that it will be nice to have a smaller more useful thing on her nightstand. On her nightstand she has a little pink boombox that she's dropped a few times, so the only thing that works on it is the radio.
My husband was like, "WHAT?" "That's not true."
I was confused, apparently he thought I was saying this about the ipod.
We then bickered a good few minutes about the order in which I said things.
Stupid tired fight that means nothing and everything, married people, am I right?
Here's what I love. My husband says to me, "You know, when we die and get to where ever we're going, I am going to have them playback this moment and you'll see that you're wrong."
"Are you telling me that you think there's instant replay in heaven?"
" Absolutely"
There is nothing left to do at this point but laugh, so glad I love him.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Totally Going Insane, F'Real
TGIF
This was a long week.
Let's just say, my children's behavior this week has been spotty at best. They've had some really great moments and some really not great moments.
I've also been helping my friend prepare for a yard sale this weekend. It's been really fun hanging out with her and going through things, but it's exhausting work. We've been hauling things up from her basement and cleaning them up. I really hope her sale is a success, she's put a lot of work into it.
We've also been dealing with bus issues this week. Basically my daughter was getting on the bus in the morning almost an hour earlier than last year. However, she was arriving home only 5 minutes earlier than last year.
The school has decided to move back the start and stop time for my daughter's school, pushing back by 10 minutes to eliminate the buses running late. They announced this on Tuesday and started it today.
The funny thing is , since they announced it, her bus has been getting here earlier in the afternoon, it's like they announced it and suddenly the bus was on schedule. Ah well, back to the later time, but at least she gets a few extra minutes in the morning.
Anyway, I am really looking forward to the weekend, even though we're busy with the yard sale and the kids sports, it's a fun kind of busy and the weekend lends itself to the possibilities of a beer or 7.
This was a long week.
Let's just say, my children's behavior this week has been spotty at best. They've had some really great moments and some really not great moments.
I've also been helping my friend prepare for a yard sale this weekend. It's been really fun hanging out with her and going through things, but it's exhausting work. We've been hauling things up from her basement and cleaning them up. I really hope her sale is a success, she's put a lot of work into it.
We've also been dealing with bus issues this week. Basically my daughter was getting on the bus in the morning almost an hour earlier than last year. However, she was arriving home only 5 minutes earlier than last year.
The school has decided to move back the start and stop time for my daughter's school, pushing back by 10 minutes to eliminate the buses running late. They announced this on Tuesday and started it today.
The funny thing is , since they announced it, her bus has been getting here earlier in the afternoon, it's like they announced it and suddenly the bus was on schedule. Ah well, back to the later time, but at least she gets a few extra minutes in the morning.
Anyway, I am really looking forward to the weekend, even though we're busy with the yard sale and the kids sports, it's a fun kind of busy and the weekend lends itself to the possibilities of a beer or 7.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Keeping Vinegar In Business
So as you should know by now, I use Pinterest a lot.
I found a nice cleaning schedule on there that I use for the most part. Lately, I've been so busy that it's been a "clean when you have one free moment, or don't" schedule, but when I buckle down and get back on track, it's a really great schedule.
There are lots of cleaning tricks I have tried on there and I thought I would share a few that I tried that work.
I am usually skeptical of any cleaning trick that seems to easy, but sometimes it is the simplest things that work.
I had read that if you rub a dryer sheet on your baseboards, it prevents dust and dirt from settling on them. I decided to try this in my laundry room (It's a very small room, about as wide as the washer/dryer with enough room to open a door, but it's upstairs which I LOOOOVE) since that room seems to get dusty and linty (is that a word?) the fastest.
It did work, it's not a forever solution, but I did notice that they stayed cleaner longer. I just don't know where all the lint and dust settled, I am sure a giant dust bunny will attack me one day as I am washing the delicates.
The other day I noticed the kids' bathroom sink was clogged. I will spare you the toothpaste madness that was stuck to the drain plug, but even after cleaning that, the drain was still clogged.
I jumped on Pinterest, knowing I had seen something about using vinegar and baking soda. This of course interested me because I would basically get to make a school science project volcano in the sink! Sure enough, I found it. I poured about a quarter box of baking soda down the drain, then followed it with about the same amount of vinegar. Then I had to immediately stuff a rag into the drain since you want the "volcano" reaction to happen in the drain and not in the sink (bummer).
I let it sit for a half hour and then boiled a kettle full of water, slowly poured the water down the drain and voila! It is amazing how excited I get when something works. I also loved that I didn't have to purchase drain cleaner. I am scarred by an old CBS movie called "Aftermath: A Test of Love" where robbers break in to a hi-fi store and force characters to drink Drano. Apparently, this was based on a true story. I just do not like having that stuff in the house.
The last trick is my absolute favorite. I LOATHE cleaning the tub and shower. Loathe it, loathe it, loathe it. I have tried every cleaning product there is and nothing seems to get it super clean without a ton of scrubbing that leaves me so exhausted and bitter. This usually means that I just sort of spray and clean for a month and sure enough it needs to be super scrubbed again.
So, I saw a tip that involved mixing vinegar and Dawn detergent (the blue one) in a spray bottle, spraying it on the tub, leaving it for a half hour and wiping it away. It was way too good to be true, it had to be. I researched the heck out of this. After checking into a few blogs and reviews, it seemed like heating the vinegar would be even more beneficial.
So off I went to Wal-Mart. Did you know they sell vinegar for cleaning? They do! Because it's not food grade, it's super cheap. I grabbed me a big ol' jug, since I have discovered so many uses for it, and was on my way. I also picked up blue Dawn and a spray bottle. All in all I think I spent about $5.00.
Since I was heating up the vinegar, and didn't know if it worked as well at room temperature, I decided to use just a cup of vinegar and a cup of Dawn. This way I could spray the kids' tub and my shower stall. My biggest complaint was the spray bottle. In the future, it's probably worth spending more than $.98 on one. I sprayed away and crossed my fingers.
A half hour later, I was amazed! I took a cloth and began wiping away, it was a thing of beauty. It took the smallest of efforts for me to wipe away the mixture and the dirt it was carrying away with it. There were a few spots that didn't get clean, but I think that was due to my spraying. I actually had some solution left so I resprayed and decided to leave that overnight.
I had the same results in my shower stall, it was great! Again, I had a few spots, but the difference between the spots and the new clean surface was so great to see. Again, I sprayed and left it overnight.
This morning when I got up, I wiped the spots clean and it was beautiful!
If you hate scrubbing, I seriously suggest you try this, I think vinegar sales are going to skyrocket.
I found a nice cleaning schedule on there that I use for the most part. Lately, I've been so busy that it's been a "clean when you have one free moment, or don't" schedule, but when I buckle down and get back on track, it's a really great schedule.
There are lots of cleaning tricks I have tried on there and I thought I would share a few that I tried that work.
I am usually skeptical of any cleaning trick that seems to easy, but sometimes it is the simplest things that work.
I had read that if you rub a dryer sheet on your baseboards, it prevents dust and dirt from settling on them. I decided to try this in my laundry room (It's a very small room, about as wide as the washer/dryer with enough room to open a door, but it's upstairs which I LOOOOVE) since that room seems to get dusty and linty (is that a word?) the fastest.
It did work, it's not a forever solution, but I did notice that they stayed cleaner longer. I just don't know where all the lint and dust settled, I am sure a giant dust bunny will attack me one day as I am washing the delicates.
The other day I noticed the kids' bathroom sink was clogged. I will spare you the toothpaste madness that was stuck to the drain plug, but even after cleaning that, the drain was still clogged.
I jumped on Pinterest, knowing I had seen something about using vinegar and baking soda. This of course interested me because I would basically get to make a school science project volcano in the sink! Sure enough, I found it. I poured about a quarter box of baking soda down the drain, then followed it with about the same amount of vinegar. Then I had to immediately stuff a rag into the drain since you want the "volcano" reaction to happen in the drain and not in the sink (bummer).
I let it sit for a half hour and then boiled a kettle full of water, slowly poured the water down the drain and voila! It is amazing how excited I get when something works. I also loved that I didn't have to purchase drain cleaner. I am scarred by an old CBS movie called "Aftermath: A Test of Love" where robbers break in to a hi-fi store and force characters to drink Drano. Apparently, this was based on a true story. I just do not like having that stuff in the house.
The last trick is my absolute favorite. I LOATHE cleaning the tub and shower. Loathe it, loathe it, loathe it. I have tried every cleaning product there is and nothing seems to get it super clean without a ton of scrubbing that leaves me so exhausted and bitter. This usually means that I just sort of spray and clean for a month and sure enough it needs to be super scrubbed again.
So, I saw a tip that involved mixing vinegar and Dawn detergent (the blue one) in a spray bottle, spraying it on the tub, leaving it for a half hour and wiping it away. It was way too good to be true, it had to be. I researched the heck out of this. After checking into a few blogs and reviews, it seemed like heating the vinegar would be even more beneficial.
So off I went to Wal-Mart. Did you know they sell vinegar for cleaning? They do! Because it's not food grade, it's super cheap. I grabbed me a big ol' jug, since I have discovered so many uses for it, and was on my way. I also picked up blue Dawn and a spray bottle. All in all I think I spent about $5.00.
Since I was heating up the vinegar, and didn't know if it worked as well at room temperature, I decided to use just a cup of vinegar and a cup of Dawn. This way I could spray the kids' tub and my shower stall. My biggest complaint was the spray bottle. In the future, it's probably worth spending more than $.98 on one. I sprayed away and crossed my fingers.
A half hour later, I was amazed! I took a cloth and began wiping away, it was a thing of beauty. It took the smallest of efforts for me to wipe away the mixture and the dirt it was carrying away with it. There were a few spots that didn't get clean, but I think that was due to my spraying. I actually had some solution left so I resprayed and decided to leave that overnight.
I had the same results in my shower stall, it was great! Again, I had a few spots, but the difference between the spots and the new clean surface was so great to see. Again, I sprayed and left it overnight.
This morning when I got up, I wiped the spots clean and it was beautiful!
If you hate scrubbing, I seriously suggest you try this, I think vinegar sales are going to skyrocket.
Monday, September 17, 2012
The Punisher
Ugh to the millionth power.
I am not a fan of punishing my kids.
This weekend they both managed to something that required a little more than a talking to.
My daughter told a lie.
A lie that was insignificant and not over anything she would have gotten in trouble for, but she told it anyway.
No matter how many times I tell my kids that they will be in more trouble if they lie, I am convinced they will take the risk now and again just in case they can get away with it. I did it, my parents have the gray hairs to prove it. For some reason, I thought maybe I had cracked the code and my kids would totally get it. Ah well.
I had read somewhere awhile ago that if you know your child is lying, you shouldn't repeat the question. For instance, "Did you take the trash out?" If your child says yes and you know it hasn't been done, than asking them over and over only makes them learn to be better liars.
So, my daughter told the lie. I gave her one more chance to tell me the truth, she didn't. I showed her the proof I had that she lied and that's when she broke down.
I had her go to her room, because in my initial anger I wanted to hand out drastic , and let's face it, unrealistic punishments. In the wind up, she and I were supposed to have a nice girl's day together since my husband had worked overnight and was sleeping and my son was out with friends all day, and I cancelled it. Instead she helped me clean and organize things all day. She also went to bed early that night.
Now, that boy of mine. He's been on thin ice re: keeping his room clean lately. It's mostly irritating my husband and I since we practically killed ourselves repainting and decorating it for him. I don't expect it to be perfect, but I refuse to send a man out into the world who thinks that 2 inches from the hamper is just as good as in the hamper.
So, I have felt really bad about all the homework he has had this year. We even implemented a new system of working hard for a half hour and then taking a break for a few, otherwise he gets completely stressed and frustrated. I thought we were a team, which is probably why I took what happened this afternoon so personally.
He was in his room doing homework, I knocked, looking for his flag football clothes from the day before. When I went in he was playing a freaking computer game. Now I know of all the things I could have walked in on, this isn't the worst, but I was....so.....mad.
It was just so sneaky, so ridiculous. I called my husband at work, I don't like to call him and complain, but I needed to vent. It made me feel disrespected, and yeah, my feelings were hurt.
When I was 15 or so, I kept my room a horrible mess, so my dad took my door away. I was, of course, mortified. Every adult we knew thought it was genius. I get it though, it's an"appreciate what you have " lesson.
When I called my husband, he suggested we follow in my dad's footsteps, I only hesitated to take the door off because I feel like this is the kind of thing you can only do once and I am not yet at my breaking point.
So we've decided that he will have no free time this week. There are plenty of things to do around the house, and he will be the one doing them. Yes, I like things done a certain way, but that's not the point of this. It's to have him appreciate the free time he does have and to learn that he actually has it pretty easy around here.
I am always looking for ways to make the punishment fit the crime. I struggle with it. What do you think?
Parenting is hard!
I am not a fan of punishing my kids.
This weekend they both managed to something that required a little more than a talking to.
My daughter told a lie.
A lie that was insignificant and not over anything she would have gotten in trouble for, but she told it anyway.
No matter how many times I tell my kids that they will be in more trouble if they lie, I am convinced they will take the risk now and again just in case they can get away with it. I did it, my parents have the gray hairs to prove it. For some reason, I thought maybe I had cracked the code and my kids would totally get it. Ah well.
I had read somewhere awhile ago that if you know your child is lying, you shouldn't repeat the question. For instance, "Did you take the trash out?" If your child says yes and you know it hasn't been done, than asking them over and over only makes them learn to be better liars.
So, my daughter told the lie. I gave her one more chance to tell me the truth, she didn't. I showed her the proof I had that she lied and that's when she broke down.
I had her go to her room, because in my initial anger I wanted to hand out drastic , and let's face it, unrealistic punishments. In the wind up, she and I were supposed to have a nice girl's day together since my husband had worked overnight and was sleeping and my son was out with friends all day, and I cancelled it. Instead she helped me clean and organize things all day. She also went to bed early that night.
Now, that boy of mine. He's been on thin ice re: keeping his room clean lately. It's mostly irritating my husband and I since we practically killed ourselves repainting and decorating it for him. I don't expect it to be perfect, but I refuse to send a man out into the world who thinks that 2 inches from the hamper is just as good as in the hamper.
So, I have felt really bad about all the homework he has had this year. We even implemented a new system of working hard for a half hour and then taking a break for a few, otherwise he gets completely stressed and frustrated. I thought we were a team, which is probably why I took what happened this afternoon so personally.
He was in his room doing homework, I knocked, looking for his flag football clothes from the day before. When I went in he was playing a freaking computer game. Now I know of all the things I could have walked in on, this isn't the worst, but I was....so.....mad.
It was just so sneaky, so ridiculous. I called my husband at work, I don't like to call him and complain, but I needed to vent. It made me feel disrespected, and yeah, my feelings were hurt.
When I was 15 or so, I kept my room a horrible mess, so my dad took my door away. I was, of course, mortified. Every adult we knew thought it was genius. I get it though, it's an"appreciate what you have " lesson.
When I called my husband, he suggested we follow in my dad's footsteps, I only hesitated to take the door off because I feel like this is the kind of thing you can only do once and I am not yet at my breaking point.
So we've decided that he will have no free time this week. There are plenty of things to do around the house, and he will be the one doing them. Yes, I like things done a certain way, but that's not the point of this. It's to have him appreciate the free time he does have and to learn that he actually has it pretty easy around here.
I am always looking for ways to make the punishment fit the crime. I struggle with it. What do you think?
Parenting is hard!
Thursday, September 13, 2012
If It Wasn't Screwed On...
So last week, I took my daughter to dance class. Except dance class didn't start until this week.
So today, I told myself a million times that she had dance tonight. Guess what? I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO BRING HER!
Here's the thing, I can't accept that I just forgot and as a friend told me , she has a million more classes, it's not a big deal. It's seriously bothering me. It's like my brain completely betrayed me and I am in no mood to forgive it.
Now , in my defense, I had a very busy day. I helped a good friend prepare for an upcoming yard sale. I made it home just in time to get my daughter off the bus. We did the usual after school stuff and I headed upstairs to shower and get ready for my daughter's open house.
We were eating dinner before heading out when my daughter suddenly said, "Oh! Dance."
It was almost as if I could not even comprehend what she was saying and then suddenly I yelled, "For the love of RayJay, I forgot to bring her to dance!" (This is what I yell in frustration, I never watched the show with RayJay, you know the singer Brandi's brother, who had a reality show where ladies tried to date him? No? Haha..I don't blame you)
A quick look at the clock revealed that there was indeed 5 minutes left of dance, I had blown it.
Ugh, I hate that. I am such a schedule freak. My calendar is a color coded array of activities. I am the one who keeps this machine running, I am the COO of this family.
I am still so mad at my brain. I plan on putting it in a time-out by watching some useless TV and perhaps enjoying an adult beverage. Maybe killing a few brain cells (is that a true thing?) will get the others to straighten up and fly right.
So today, I told myself a million times that she had dance tonight. Guess what? I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO BRING HER!
Here's the thing, I can't accept that I just forgot and as a friend told me , she has a million more classes, it's not a big deal. It's seriously bothering me. It's like my brain completely betrayed me and I am in no mood to forgive it.
Now , in my defense, I had a very busy day. I helped a good friend prepare for an upcoming yard sale. I made it home just in time to get my daughter off the bus. We did the usual after school stuff and I headed upstairs to shower and get ready for my daughter's open house.
We were eating dinner before heading out when my daughter suddenly said, "Oh! Dance."
It was almost as if I could not even comprehend what she was saying and then suddenly I yelled, "For the love of RayJay, I forgot to bring her to dance!" (This is what I yell in frustration, I never watched the show with RayJay, you know the singer Brandi's brother, who had a reality show where ladies tried to date him? No? Haha..I don't blame you)
A quick look at the clock revealed that there was indeed 5 minutes left of dance, I had blown it.
Ugh, I hate that. I am such a schedule freak. My calendar is a color coded array of activities. I am the one who keeps this machine running, I am the COO of this family.
I am still so mad at my brain. I plan on putting it in a time-out by watching some useless TV and perhaps enjoying an adult beverage. Maybe killing a few brain cells (is that a true thing?) will get the others to straighten up and fly right.
Refreshing
Tonight was The Middle School Open House.
It was my first time in my son's new school. Our town built a new high school, so there were some school shifts that went on and the middle school is now in the old high school and houses 7th and 8th grade.
I will admit, I don't always look forward to these things. Flashbacks of my own school days creep in and inevitably, I always feel like I'm not paying enough attention.
I do think that the staff at the school did a nice job with the Open House. They used a new format and it was a little easier than last year's running around to every single class.
We managed to find our way to our son's Algebra class. As we were seated and I looked around and was astounded by the beautiful handwriting on the white boards. I am a sucker for nice penmanship.
The teacher then spoke to us. I was mesmerized. This man proceeded to tell us that he loves teaching. He has been teaching for 11 years, he didn't start teaching until he was 56 years old. He said that each year he teaches he loves it more and more.
He told us that he wants our children to have a successful year with Algebra. He told us that in his classroom, no one will ever feel humiliated or singled out. There will never be a stupid question. He demands respect from the students towards him and to each other.
This man comes from working in business for years and he actually provides the kids with notes. He doesn't want them sitting in the class and taking notes, he wants them to all be able to go over them and have a discussion. He informed our children that they are all responsible and mature eighth graders.
He does expect them to study the notes, he expects homework to be done every night, he gives lots of quizzes. However, he only wants them to work on math homework for 30 minutes a night, if they can't finish everything in that amount of time, it's okay. He wants them to come in and say , " I couldn't figure out problem number 10." For him, it shows that they tried, and that's all he wants. He tells them he gives them quizzes so he knows what they're understanding, he doesn't want them to stress out about it, no one will fail his class. They will work together and this class will be successful for them.
As my husband and I walked to a lecture hall where we would meet all of our sons team teachers, we both remarked how much we liked this guy. We wondered if he was the kind of teacher parents love, but kids don't appreciate. We decided to make sure to let our son know what a privilege it was for him to have this teacher.
My son's other teachers spoke to us and it wasn't as detailed a presentation as the Algebra one was, but all in all , I think he has a great bunch of teachers. The Algebra teacher spoke once again and informed us, that being older, without little kids to run after, he is available for extra help 5 days a week. He arrives at the school before the custodians do and he makes himself available for help every day. He joked that he has nothing better to do, but I would wager, he's having the time of his life and loving every minute of it. It is so refreshing.
On a side note, this teacher put 4 algebra problems on the board and labeled it "Homework for parents, Due Friday." The parents sort of chuckled , and I jotted them down, for kicks. Last night, my husband and I both agreed that we should in fact do the homework along with a note saying that we really enjoyed meeting him. This man made me want to do Algebra, need I say more?
It was my first time in my son's new school. Our town built a new high school, so there were some school shifts that went on and the middle school is now in the old high school and houses 7th and 8th grade.
I will admit, I don't always look forward to these things. Flashbacks of my own school days creep in and inevitably, I always feel like I'm not paying enough attention.
I do think that the staff at the school did a nice job with the Open House. They used a new format and it was a little easier than last year's running around to every single class.
We managed to find our way to our son's Algebra class. As we were seated and I looked around and was astounded by the beautiful handwriting on the white boards. I am a sucker for nice penmanship.
The teacher then spoke to us. I was mesmerized. This man proceeded to tell us that he loves teaching. He has been teaching for 11 years, he didn't start teaching until he was 56 years old. He said that each year he teaches he loves it more and more.
He told us that he wants our children to have a successful year with Algebra. He told us that in his classroom, no one will ever feel humiliated or singled out. There will never be a stupid question. He demands respect from the students towards him and to each other.
This man comes from working in business for years and he actually provides the kids with notes. He doesn't want them sitting in the class and taking notes, he wants them to all be able to go over them and have a discussion. He informed our children that they are all responsible and mature eighth graders.
He does expect them to study the notes, he expects homework to be done every night, he gives lots of quizzes. However, he only wants them to work on math homework for 30 minutes a night, if they can't finish everything in that amount of time, it's okay. He wants them to come in and say , " I couldn't figure out problem number 10." For him, it shows that they tried, and that's all he wants. He tells them he gives them quizzes so he knows what they're understanding, he doesn't want them to stress out about it, no one will fail his class. They will work together and this class will be successful for them.
As my husband and I walked to a lecture hall where we would meet all of our sons team teachers, we both remarked how much we liked this guy. We wondered if he was the kind of teacher parents love, but kids don't appreciate. We decided to make sure to let our son know what a privilege it was for him to have this teacher.
My son's other teachers spoke to us and it wasn't as detailed a presentation as the Algebra one was, but all in all , I think he has a great bunch of teachers. The Algebra teacher spoke once again and informed us, that being older, without little kids to run after, he is available for extra help 5 days a week. He arrives at the school before the custodians do and he makes himself available for help every day. He joked that he has nothing better to do, but I would wager, he's having the time of his life and loving every minute of it. It is so refreshing.
On a side note, this teacher put 4 algebra problems on the board and labeled it "Homework for parents, Due Friday." The parents sort of chuckled , and I jotted them down, for kicks. Last night, my husband and I both agreed that we should in fact do the homework along with a note saying that we really enjoyed meeting him. This man made me want to do Algebra, need I say more?
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