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Monday, November 28, 2011

Welcome To My World

Allow me to walk you through my wonderfully craptastic day...

Actually, it started before today. The past few days have been pretty awful.

R (our 6 year old) got his fingers slammed in the hatch of our minivan Saturday evening. He's okay but it was traumatic for all of us.

My father-in-law had a heart attack Saturday night. Talk about someone's life flashing before your eyes. I pictured hm holding our kids and how sweet he is. The absolute fear and uncertainty is overwhelming.

Sunday Joe was (rightfully) at the hospital most of the day. I am draaaaagging because of first trimester exhaustion. I am D-O-N-E. I have nothing. I'm out of gas. And here I am with these 5 maniacs barking out order after order. And it's just me. Alone. Hold me.

Today, Joe was up early and at the hospital again (again, rightfully so) and then left right from there to work until 9 pm tonight. That leaves me flying solo. Again.

This morning E (our almost 4 year old daughter) told me she wished there wasn't a mommy in our family.

Yes. I cried.

Then my 5 year old son (L) told me he loves me even when I'm yelling all the time. Which, apprently, I have been doing.

Today I had someone unsubscribe from the newsletter I write for my community. She didn't even try to be tactful or constructive with her harsh words. She wrote: Reason for Leaving "Ugh. Messy format, amateurish writing. And...hello? Spell-check! Sorry, you asked."

I especially like the "sorry" part at the end. Cuz that makes it all go down so much easier.

It seems I'm encountering so many people lately who are just...obnoxious.

I was all proud of reminding myself to wash the boys' guis for karate tonight. I shouldn't have patted myself on the back too soon since I forgot to turn the dryer on. There they were sopping wet when I went to grab them 10 minutes before we had to walk out the door.

I fought with R to wear sweat pants instead. He finally gave in and got dressed. I raced around, woke our 2 year olf up from his nap (which we ALL know is a sin), got the baby dressed, threw on coats, got on shoes, and grabbed the baby ready to head out  the door.

I reached in the drawer to grab the keys when.....wait a minute.....where are the keys??

Not in the drawer.

My husband had them last. I texted him at work.

He didn't know.

I pursued it further with him...Where are the keys?

He had no clue.

So...here it is now 5 after 4 (class starts at 4:25...40 minutes away) when I have to officially announce that we are not going to karate.

There's crying and tantrums and loads of bad attitudes. A little the kids, a lot me.

I angrily texted Joe. I'm trapped in this house with 5 demanding kids and one mama who is ready to explode.

I've had it.

I need a break.

And I can't even have a glass of wine to unwind after the kids are in bed. Son of a...

What do you do when you just need a break? When there's no one to take the kids and give you those few precious hours to yourself?

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Chewin' the fat

Crappy.

That is the eloquent way to describe how the last few days have been for me.

I've had the stomach bug. That's bad enough with no responsibilities, but add to it 5 little ones who want and need everything under the sun and it's downright torture.

Let's throw in some social drama, dreary, rainy, cold weather, and morning sickness, and you have what equals a crappy week.

That's right. I said morning sickness.

If you don't follow me on Facebook you probably haven't heard the crazy news that we're expecting again.

Go ahead...give me what you got. Duggars. Kate + 8. I can take it.

So what if we qualify to have Starkist smeared across the front of our house because we're packed in here like sardines.

We're thrilled. And scared.

I alternate between ecstatic and terrified. With a heavy concentration on terrified.

We actually have to get a new vehicle. We literally cannot fit another human being (legally) in our van.

Not to mention with pregnancy, inevitably comes labor and delivery.

Passing a 7 lb baby through my nether regions isn't even what scares me most.

It's the darn epidural.

I don't even want to hear that I can go natural and avoid that whole epidural conundrum.

I like that I actually get to enjoy the process and be camera ready right after. :)

I just hate the actual procedure.

You go natural? My hat is off to you! I know my limitations.

Anyway...Thanksgiving is right around the corner and I am very thankful for so much:

My God
My family
The beautiful gift of life and the wonderful blessing of a new baby
My true friends
All the creature comforts we are blessed with
My husband having a job
The ability to see my husband during this holiday season when for so many years he worked in the hospitality industry and we didn't see him until long after the holiday was over
The freedom to say what I want and blog about the mundane and ridiculous
YOU! For reading. I haven't quite figured out why you do yet...but I don't care. THANK YOU for being here. ;)

What are you thankful for? REALLY thankful for?
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