Whateva

So, when I go home at night, I always come up with great blog topics...and I'll write the blog in my head as I clean up and beat discipline my children. Then, when I get time to sit down and actually write something, I'm blank.

I think it may have to do with the fact that I always sit down AFTER I've taken my meds. They put me on an even keel where nothing bothers me.

Where's the drama, where's the irritability? That makes for good blogs. If everything is coming up tulips, what is there to write about?

We are taking the kids trick or treating one last time tonight. This will be their third trip. We go so many times, not for the candy - Lord knows my fat ass doesn't need it, but to allow all grandmas to see the kids in their costumes.

And trust me, the kids are NOT dressing up for no reason. They want a reward, darn it. So tonight they will don, once again, the princess costume, and the dragon costume. And I will listen to everyone ooo and ahh over have fabulous my children are. Sigh...my kids are so damn cute!

We are also dressing up one of our dogs, Olivia. She will be a butterfly. She hates the costume. But we are her parents, and we decide everything in her life. So she can get over herself, and if she tries to chew her costume I'll beat discipline her.

So there, there's a nice boring post for ya. But no one reads this anyhow, so it's all for me.

I should comment on myself to make myself feel important....

Notes to Self...

1) When preparing for shopping trip with children to Walmart, make sure to take Meds, as to eliminate panic attacks.

2) Do not give Young Master S his apple juice box in his car seat, as he ALWAYS takes out the straw and dumps it on himself.

3) Do not sit near the toy/play area in McDonalds, as the children will not eat, but will consistantly ask to go play.

4) Remember to buckle young Master S into the cart, as he has figured out how to stand up in the front seat compartment.

5) Do not EVER think of going into Walmart around a holiday EVER AGAIN.

6) Remember your mantra, Walmart is Satan's store, and no good comes of cavorting with Satan.

7) Pumpkin seeds ARE choking hazards, and do not allow Young Master S anywhere near them.

8) Princess K is old enough to pay attention to what is going on during television shows. No more Law and Order while she is around.

9) Make sure to educate Princess K that Indians are not mean, and they do not wait in the woods to attack you.

10) Make sure to eductate Princess K that there are no wolves in our woods, and they couldn't get past the dogs if there were - just there there are no wolves. Period.

11) Keep valium on hand for above such days...

Money Talks

We all have money problems. That's no secret. What is considered hard times for me, may be easy street for you, or vice versa.

My DH and I do a pretty good job of providing for our family.

It's can be very non-rewarding, with the bulk of our friends/acquaintences buying new homes, new vehicles, new TV's, etc. My DH feels a pressure to "keep up with the Jones".

I, for one, am happy with less. Don't get me wrong, I want a home, but it doesn't have to be grandiose. I just want a lot of room so that I can hide from my kids.

I don't have to have the newest car, I just want something that I don't have to worry about it breaking down. I have that right now. Ok, Ok...I'll admit, I would like something bigger, like a mini-van. We can't bring anyone with us when we go somewhere, as there is no room between the carseats.

Regarding a new TV, well, honestly I can do without. Don't get me wrong, I would miss it, but man would I get a lot done around the house if I was bored all the time. I get sucked into to watching at least 2-3 shows a night, and I don't do ANYTHING during these shows. Except sit on my fat ass, and get my kids snacks and drinks. That's it. I'm surprised my brain isn't as mushy as my ass.

All I ask, Lord, is that I have enough money to pay my bills, feed my kids, get a new outfit every once in while, and have a date night once a month.

So please, let my DH pick up that new account he's working on. Help me to be more understanding when he's working late, or working on something around the house, and I only get to see him for about 1 hour a night.

I'm sure I'll be posting a bitching blog about how I want to be the one bringing in the extra money, but I CAN'T because I'd have to pay a babysitter to watch the kids, which would decrease the amount of money I bring in, because my DH can't guarantee to be home every night....

Ok...enough.....

I am blessed, and I hope that you are blessed as well.

So, is it because he's a redneck or......

So every single morning, during the week, I follow the same routine. I have followed this same routine for the past year. I get up at 5 a.m., get my shower, do my makeup and my hair. Then I pack the diaper bag.

My husband's only job is to get the kids toast and chocolate milk ready, then to get my son up, change his diaper, then load him in the jeep. I then get my daughter up, and get her ready to do to the jeep, and then I load her.

Last week, he was gone all week, so all of the above duties fell to me. No big whoop, I'm getting use to feeling like a single mom most of the time.

But he was home this morning. When I got out of the shower, and got dressed, I came out into the living room, to see my husband, fully dressed, and snoozing on the chair. No breakfast has been made, no chocolate milk has been poured, etc.

So I, instantly furious, ask WTF? Is the diaper bag packed, is the milk poured...

He looked at me and said, well, you didn't lay the cups out for me...and I didn't know.....

UMMMMM.....HELLO?????? Is he a part of this family? Has he lived with us for the last year???

NOTHING HAS CHANGED. Nothing. So is it because he is lazy? Is it because he's a redneck, and just assumes that I, YES I, BECAUSE I HAVE A VAGINA, will do everything????

Uggghhhh....and he wonders why I have to take anxiety and depression medication

Couture stuns MMA world with retirement

Yep, I guess it's a fact. Randy Couture is done fighting. Well that just pisses me right off. I've been bragging him up. Now he just pisses out.

I understand, he has movie offers, and his whole T-Shirt thing, and TV Offers etc. etc. But geeze, does he have to be so selfish? All just because he couldn't fight one stupid guy?

He'll probably fight that guy on another circuit. That's why he cut all ties with UFC. I guess he won't be cornering anyone either.

So I guess the question is.....who gets the belt?

Lay down, it's still sleepy sleep time....

Last night was a real winner. My son, The Viscount, whom I'll call DS, is 1 and 1/2 must be cutting teeth. He woke up around 1:30 crying for me. So into the bed he goes with me and Daddy. Then my lovely DH leaves for work around 3:30, and my daughter must have heard them. So in comes my little Viscountess, whom I'll call DD.

I tell her to be quiet, that brother was already in bed. He's sleeping somewhat in the middle on his stomach. As I lay the daughter down, he pops his head up like a groundhog. My DD grins at him and says HI, BROTHER!! Like it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I tell them both that it's still early in the morning, and it's still ni night time. Time for Sleepy Sleep.

Which is totally disregarded as they start chattering to each other. I more firmly remind them that IT'S SLEEPY SLEEP TIME!

To which they respond by whispering their chattering. I try to just go to sleep while they whisper, but then the giggling begins.

OK, WHO WANTS TO GET BACK INTO THEIR OWN BED??? No one? Well then, I suggest you both close your eyes and GOT BACK TO SLEEPY SLEEP.

Finally they take the hint, and I'm able to get about 40 minutes more shut eye.

So I think it's going to be real interesting when they are 15 and are doing the same thing.....