Summer.. here it comes!!

As a child I remember counting the days til summer break.  As an adult and mother to many I no longer count the days until school lets out. I begin counting the days until school starts again.  Let me clarify....  Since I spend all my days at home with the little kids it may not seem like a big deal to have the 2 big kids join them.  However chaos begins daily when the school bus pulls up so I can only imagine what summer will hold. Sure, we spend all of our weekends together now but Monday always comes. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids. I just would like them more if they didn't annoy me so much. Sadie can't utter a word without whining or crying and there is also the door slamming, feet stomping as she's yelling that I am not fair. Oh and the constant need for entertainment. "Can I go here? Can my friend come over? and will you take me to five below."
Now Aaron isn't nearly as annoying. That is probably because he asks for little. However he has this annoying DS game that he has to make loud noises as he plays and after awhile he sounds like he has Turets.
All of this aside I still love summer and it is my favorite time of the year. And this year I am even keeping a few other kids a couple days a week. I figure mine will bother me way less if I have others to focus on. It also helps that I can drink this summer since I am not knocked up. I think beer companies should mail out coupons like baby formula companies do. Or better yet... the baby store should sell beer. Maybe I will add that to the comment card next time.
Happy Summer my friends!!!!

No lunchmeat for you!!

I am pretty sure it would not surprise anyone that the people that work at my grocery store know me. I go at least once a week. I shop at Food Lion which is never busy so I am thinking I am one of their best customers. It is not the fanciest place but the prices are good and the clerks are friendly except...
Lately I have been going to the store in the evening after work so that I don't have to take kids with me. I still know most of the employees, even the rude deli lady. Granted I am sure cutting ham and cheese is not the most fulfilling job but in this economy someone I am sure will take it. This particular lady has screwed my order up on more than one occasion (and I have never complained) and never responds as I say thank you. Well tonight as I suffer from exhaustion and am sick but still need to visit the store the nice deli lady told me she was closed. Well this sucks but okay I can make do. I finish shopping, head to the check out look at the clock to see that it is 8pm. I ask the clerk at the check out "what time does the deli close?" He says "8 pm".
Well isn't that nice. I did say I was done shopping and at the checkout by 8??
I have never complained that she is bitchy or that she screws up my order regularly but tonight she messed with the wrong customer. I complained to mangement. I even went as far as to tell him that now my kids had to eat the shitty processed cheese with the gross film you peel off since lazy deli bitch lied to me. I am pretty sure she won't mess with me again. Oh and btw she didn't even say she was closed nicely. Pretty sure this lady would be the waitress that wipes the mayo on the table.
Listen people.. I cut  hair when I don't feel like it. My husband  serves his customers even if the restaurant is ready to close. Jobs are hard to come by so don't be a jerk!
She will know it was me that complained and I will hold my head high as I order next time and I will make sure it is 7:55 pm. And maybe just for shits and giggles I will order in 1/4lb increments to make up my 3 lb order.

Dreams

I wake up everyday and do the same thing. I straighten up my messy home and attack my list of things to do. I also make myself a promise that I am going to stay organized and when I go to bed the dishes will be done and the house tidied up. I am not sure why i approach everyday this way instead of just realizing that there will be dishes in the sink and toys on the floor when I fall in the bed after a long day and only a partially completed to do list. In a perfect world everything is neat and in its place. I will achieve this goal when all my kids are grown and gone. Until then my basement and garage will remain hideously overflowing with useful and useless stuff.
The problem is that I need to accept that it is okay that I have messes and can't get through my daily lists. What I do have is a lot of little people and a few big ones that love me and make me smile (until 8pm when they all need to get out of my face.)
I guess it is okay to have dreams though... My dreams may be a little different than most though. I just want an orderly,spotlessly clean home. I want to wear a bikini again(not really.. just want to look like I can)I want my husband to lose his love handles but still love mine. (HA) but most of all I want happy kids.(OH I have that) So for shits and giggles.. I would most like to have an endless supply of money. This is why they call them dreams..
Sleep tight!!!

"Daddy dressed me"

How is it that when a kid looks a mess, clothes don't match, shoes don't match, hair isn't combed and they are with thier father people think....aww look at that cute kid, her father must've let her dress herself. 
However if that same cute little child was out with her mother people think....what  in the hell is that mother thinking? She clearly must not care about how her kids look. I hate to see what her house looks like...
How is this fair????
Truth is Char and Vi try to dress themselves all the time but I say "NO you are not wearing that!" This works most of the time for me. Of course the other day when we got to a party Char took her shoes off to reveal Christmas socks. I mean sometimes things do slip by me,  But Joey on the other hand, he doesn't even try to coerce them to wear something else. He took the girls out yesterday and Char was wearing shamrock pants with a ruffled skirt and a flowered shirt. Wish I could give you a visual. Should've taken a picture. Violet's outfit wasn't quite as bad but clearly noone got thier hair brushed. All of this would be fine if he had not brought them by my work for all to see. I would like to say that this is laziness on Joey's part but truth is I believe it is a true inability to understand what matches. There are many times I am sending all members of my home back into thier rooms to change. (Joey included)
I am thinking my wonderful husband chose the right profession. Thank God his cooking is better than his fashion sense.( and let me just say he can serve up a fine looking plate of food!)

Golden Family Kiddie Mobile

I remember when I was young I couldn't wait to start driving and to pick out my first car. I think it is the first thing you get that makes you feel like you are becoming an adult. I was so happy the first time I drove my 1984 Mustang. And like most kids I loved it until... I saw the shiny new cars sitting on the lots up and down Ritchie Hwy  and that's when it all began....
The endless years of car payments and by now I probably couldn't tell you all of the cars that have passed through my life but I can tell you I never had trouble finding one that fit my needs until now.  Once my suburban became a corvette I knew I was in trouble. Weeks of looking for a vehicle bigger than a suburban got many laughs from friends. Years ago big families just bought station wagons and piled in. That was before kids had to ride in car seats until college. Now it is crucial to have enough seats so as to not get arrested for kids sitting on the floor.
I am now the proud owner of the sexiest 12 passenger van in the Dena. I cannot be missed. So now I have plenty of room to drive many kids legally.
 I make sure I park my large intimidating vehicle right next to the jackass ex cop with 1 kid in the sports car at the preschool who called me out for letting my big kids watch my little kids while I walk Char into school. In the church parking lot where everyone has kids of their own and surely don't want mine nor could they even get them all out of the car to steal them by the time I get back! Yep.. I have been parking real close to his little mid life crisis Dodge Charger just to make him nervous..
Sometimes it's the little things...
Thinking I will downsize to a small Suburban in about 7 or 8 yrs!

Thanks Hon

Being fat after having a baby is an accepted phenomenon. To assure that people know that the baby caused it I usually take the baby everywhere (not really why I take the baby but this is an added bonus). This is also an excuse as I somewhat try to lose weight but yet still indulge in ice cream and fast food. Until...
Around the time my babies turn 5 or 6 months I start to get serious. I realize the new baby thing doesn't work anymore so I have to step up my exercise and actually diet. Diet is an awful word but it has to be done. I have pretty good will power except anyone that knows me can tell you that I love icecream. I could replace any meal with it and giving it up is very hard. It sucks but being chubby sucks more so I will deprive myself of tasty treats and eat protein shakes and veggies until I have shed all the LLLBBBs.
This all brings me to tonight...My loving husband announces that he is going to The Daily Scoop which is only my favorite place! How supportive of him to go buy yummy icecream and thinking that I am going to give in. It is like taking a junkie to a crack house. I asked for italian ice which is a compromise for me to have a treat of slightly less calories. I opened the freezer before I sat down for an evening of good tv and wouldn't you know..... that jackass only bought icecream. He thought I wasn't serious. Thanks hon for the support!  I am mad that I don't have a sweet treat. Guess I will never be supermodel thin if food can make me that mad!

21 TIMES 2

As I am approaching my 21st birthday for the second time I realize that I am not as old as that number looks. In many ways I like myself better than at 21. If  I didn't have grey hair and cellulite than all would be perfect. I actually would give little or no thought to my age if people would stop pointing out that I should stop having children because I am too old. Here is a revelation for all of you who think that I need a labotomy since I am crazy enough to enjoy my 6 kids..
 Trust me when I say there are worse things in life than having old parents. Keeping up with 6 kids is not for the weak or lazy. So next time one of you want to comment on my reproductive status remember I am probably one of the strongest people you know so I would watch out cause one day I just might have something to say back about your personal choices in life.
Also I want you to think about how many times you run into an elderly person as you are toting around your misbehaving children and looking a bit frazzled and they comment to you that you should cherish these years because they are truly the best years of your life. I know sometimes it does not feel that way but truly God is blessing me with a lot of good years then.
If you are waiting for your kids to grow up so you can start enjoying your life then I am supposing you made the right choice not to have a lot of children and I am glad for you and I am not criticizing your decision. Please don't critricize mine because I am not wanting them to grow and leave. I am happy to have a house of chaos and disorder.
God has a plan for all of us before we are even born. I would welcome another baby if God sees fit. It would be a great way to celebrate my 42 yrs on earth. We are all individuals because we are all different. I won't judge if I am not judged but watch out because I am human and you may not want my opinion of your life as you so freely give me yours about mine!