One of the things that has changed for me since our family has grown is that very few people invite us over to thier homes. Most people play it off that it would be "easier" for me if they came to my house. Sometimes I get tired of having people here but I suppose it is easier for THEM. I think I believe I know why now. On Thanksgiving one of my kids drew on my Uncle's dining room table with permanent magic marker. I did get most of it off. Oh and Violet bit their dog. Unfortunately they don't get the privledge of not inviting me back since I am family but I am now standing behind the others that don't ask us over. You are all correct in your assumption that it is easier for me (I mean you).
Things that have changed but not really:
None of us like to grocery shop..until you have kids and then you like it if you get to go alone. If not, you still hate it.
Getting the oil changed...the perk used to be the vacuum and window washing. Now it is the kind people at Jiffy Lube that let me sit in the car with my kids while they change my oil. Their perk: one less car to vacuum and do the windows.
Going to the doctors...the long wait in the office always sucks but now it is a nice relaxing wait with a book while you have no kids with you.
The only thing I may never get used to is the never ending laundry.
Let's not forget that every time I make plans to do something for me that one of the kids has an event that keeps me too busy for me or someone gets sick. Well this weekend come hell or high water I am going on a pub crawl with grown ups and a hand breast pump. wtf!!
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Charlotte strikes again
I often get asked for parenting advice. It is only natural since I have so many kids that I would be considered an expert in certain areas. However if any of these people came to my house and judged my skills solely on my 3 yr olds behavior noone would ever ask for advice again.
Charlotte is driving me a little crazy. I believe she has more will power than me. I told her she has to give her ninny to Santa or no gifts and she says she doesn't want any presents then. I told her she has to be a big girl and start sleeping in her own bed so Daddy has his bed back and she told me she would just sleep on my side with me. Charlotte is an only child in her mind.
I really am glad that I am friends with most of the parents that allow their children to play with mine (especially Aaron's friend Ian who sees it all). Ian came to the back door the other day to tell me Char had taken off her pants and was peeing in the yard. 5 mins later he was back to tell me she was asking them loudly "who wants a booby sandwich?" ( the breastfeeding thing is fascinating her). She was also breastfeeding her babydoll before church Saturday evening.
Char locked Joey out while he was cooking on the grill and he had to walk around the house in his bare feet (it was cold and wet that night) to get in throught the front door. Not the first time for this. One time she locked my bff Lori out of her house while she was babysitting her.
Oh and lets not forget that she called Ian (here we go again) a dumbass for not trading lollipops with her.
BTW.. this all occurred with the last week...
At the end of the day when I am overcome by exhaustion I would like everyone to know that it is not caused by the amount of kids that live here but by the antics of an off the hook 3 yr old.(and a moody 9 yr old but that is another post). One thing is for sure... it is never boring in the Golden House.
Charlotte is driving me a little crazy. I believe she has more will power than me. I told her she has to give her ninny to Santa or no gifts and she says she doesn't want any presents then. I told her she has to be a big girl and start sleeping in her own bed so Daddy has his bed back and she told me she would just sleep on my side with me. Charlotte is an only child in her mind.
I really am glad that I am friends with most of the parents that allow their children to play with mine (especially Aaron's friend Ian who sees it all). Ian came to the back door the other day to tell me Char had taken off her pants and was peeing in the yard. 5 mins later he was back to tell me she was asking them loudly "who wants a booby sandwich?" ( the breastfeeding thing is fascinating her). She was also breastfeeding her babydoll before church Saturday evening.
Char locked Joey out while he was cooking on the grill and he had to walk around the house in his bare feet (it was cold and wet that night) to get in throught the front door. Not the first time for this. One time she locked my bff Lori out of her house while she was babysitting her.
Oh and lets not forget that she called Ian (here we go again) a dumbass for not trading lollipops with her.
BTW.. this all occurred with the last week...
At the end of the day when I am overcome by exhaustion I would like everyone to know that it is not caused by the amount of kids that live here but by the antics of an off the hook 3 yr old.(and a moody 9 yr old but that is another post). One thing is for sure... it is never boring in the Golden House.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Holiday Bliss
When I returned home this evening after a few errands there was Christmas music playing. It made me smile for a minute. Then I started to think of all the stuff that comes with Christmas... all the money spent on things that noone really needs and all the decorating. I do like the decorations but I wish someone else would take them all down afterwards.
My kids are super excited that Chippy (elf on the shelf) will come out on Thanksgiving. I would like to personally thank the dumbass that came up with elf on the shelf. I am sure they are laughing all the way to the bank as people everywhere dig through their boxes of Christmas items on Thanksgiving night to locate the little elf only to hide him somewhere for the kids to find. I have a great idea... I think Chippy will be hiding in the Christmas boxes and my kids can go find him (if they can). I must remember next year where Chippy resides for the 11 months that he is not playing with my children.
I took time to take myself to the doctors to find out why I have had a sexy throaty voice for the last year. After being unable to convince him that it doesnt hurt and yes it is constantly like this he prescribed me a steroid and said I should be feeling better in a week. I guess he didn't hear me when I said I feel fine. And obviously he didn't look at the size of my ass when he prescribed me a steroid. Well that prescription went in the trash and next week I guess he will be amazed that I am feeling better but still sound like this.
Maybe if Chippy had taken the steroid he would be big enough to get out of the rubber tote he resides in by himself and my doctor visit wouldn't have been such a waste of time.
My kids are super excited that Chippy (elf on the shelf) will come out on Thanksgiving. I would like to personally thank the dumbass that came up with elf on the shelf. I am sure they are laughing all the way to the bank as people everywhere dig through their boxes of Christmas items on Thanksgiving night to locate the little elf only to hide him somewhere for the kids to find. I have a great idea... I think Chippy will be hiding in the Christmas boxes and my kids can go find him (if they can). I must remember next year where Chippy resides for the 11 months that he is not playing with my children.
I took time to take myself to the doctors to find out why I have had a sexy throaty voice for the last year. After being unable to convince him that it doesnt hurt and yes it is constantly like this he prescribed me a steroid and said I should be feeling better in a week. I guess he didn't hear me when I said I feel fine. And obviously he didn't look at the size of my ass when he prescribed me a steroid. Well that prescription went in the trash and next week I guess he will be amazed that I am feeling better but still sound like this.
Maybe if Chippy had taken the steroid he would be big enough to get out of the rubber tote he resides in by himself and my doctor visit wouldn't have been such a waste of time.
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