Ok. I have a problem. It's never been a real issue before but now that Dancing With The Stars is over - what am I going to do?!!!!? This is a problem. I'm completely addicted and it's OVER. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?!
You're thinking I'm pathetic right now I know. And you'd be right. But I'm fighting the post DWTS blues here. Two nights a week of dancing and gyrating (mostly gyrating) in sparkly, spangly outfits, the hair, the makeup. Bruno and Carrie Ann Enamor (I just like to say that) and Len's "I have underwear older than you" comments. The competition, the comraderie, the bro-mance between Jason and Christian. Shannon Elizabeth cries more than I do. I appreciate that. I miss Tom Bergeron. He's funny. I think I love him.
So now I need to get a life. I'm feeling it big this morning. I have no job. (Ok, I quit that way back in February) I have no purpose (except mothering, but I can do that with the little pinky on my lefthand now) I have no goals (my one goal was watching DWTS every Monday and Tuesday night). I gave up my spirituality when I let Oprah and Eckhart go and sold my soul to THE STARS!! And now they're gone. Leaving me limp and lifeless on my couch flipping my remote looking to satisfy my needs with some lame design show on HGTV. I don't think so! Sniff. It's just SO hard.
I'm going to have to buck up here. School is ending and for Isaac it's already over. I have to start mothering with more than a pinky here, I have to use both hands! I need goals, I need aspirations! I need more dancing!!!
I need serious help here. Oprah I'm coming back.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Enlightenment or Cheesecake?
I'd be the first to admit I could use a little spiritual help. That's why I was gung-ho about Oprah's whole shindig with Eckhart Tolle. I had read the book (A New Earth) and encouraged my husband to as well. I signed myself up eagerly for the online "classes" and I was doing great till about week 5. Then it happened. Dancing With the Stars was back on TV.
You know you put a lovely Chardonnay in front of an alcoholic who loves lovely Chardonnay's and what do you think is going to happen? I had it all reasoned out at first. I could record Dancing With the Stars and watch it on Tuesdays and still be "present" for Oprah and Eckhart at 9:00 Monday night. Well, DWTS (Dancing With The Stars, keep up with me people) starts at 8:00. So I'm just suppose to stare at my computer screen for an hour waiting patiently to be spiritually awakened at 9:00pm when the stars are gettin' down on the dance floor without me? Nah. It wasn't working.
So hey, why not watch Oprah on Tuesday? Well, the last time I watched Oprah on Tuesday was 5 weeks ago. So that plan isn't working out so well either.
At this point I've yet to watch another Oprah podcast of her and Eckhart Tolle. I still think about reaching a sacred place of enlightenment and somedays I even humor myself and imagine myself watching all the podcasts that I missed, reading the transcripts and becoming a new person. But right now I'm drinking a glass of wine and am about to partake in a rather large and decadent piece of cheesecake as I watch DWTS. I think if I try hard enough I might be able to find myself in the piece of cheesecake.
Namaste-
You know you put a lovely Chardonnay in front of an alcoholic who loves lovely Chardonnay's and what do you think is going to happen? I had it all reasoned out at first. I could record Dancing With the Stars and watch it on Tuesdays and still be "present" for Oprah and Eckhart at 9:00 Monday night. Well, DWTS (Dancing With The Stars, keep up with me people) starts at 8:00. So I'm just suppose to stare at my computer screen for an hour waiting patiently to be spiritually awakened at 9:00pm when the stars are gettin' down on the dance floor without me? Nah. It wasn't working.
So hey, why not watch Oprah on Tuesday? Well, the last time I watched Oprah on Tuesday was 5 weeks ago. So that plan isn't working out so well either.
At this point I've yet to watch another Oprah podcast of her and Eckhart Tolle. I still think about reaching a sacred place of enlightenment and somedays I even humor myself and imagine myself watching all the podcasts that I missed, reading the transcripts and becoming a new person. But right now I'm drinking a glass of wine and am about to partake in a rather large and decadent piece of cheesecake as I watch DWTS. I think if I try hard enough I might be able to find myself in the piece of cheesecake.
Namaste-
Friday, May 9, 2008
God Love Me
There are many things you can learn at camp. How to take a fish off a hook (although I already knew this of course because of my incredible outdoorswomanship), how to cook Bisquick biscuits over hot coals and clean up for the "pioneer lady" because she doesn't want to do it herself and how to cut the umbilical cord of your 10 year old daughter. I was certain I had done this cutting 10 years ago but somehow it got reattached. God love her.
I learned some time ago that if you're speaking about a person who makes you a bit nuts but you just have to talk it out then it's ok to say just about anything about this person as long as you follow it up with "God love her" or "God bless her heart" or something like that. This, I hear, is how people in the South talk about their crazy relatives.
I had a couple of apprehensions about camping with Maya and Eva's entire 4th grade as a chaperone but my real fear was more about Maya and Eva. I was going to be with them in the cabin, at mealtimes and during activities. This is a lot of together time for us. Ok, it was a lot of together time for me. And on field trips of the past they usually literally attach themselves to me and won't let go. This can be a little distressing. I can handle others people's kids but my own can be a little overwhelming.
Now Maya I wasn't very worried about. She's a little aloof with her emotional attachments, like her mother. On one of those email chain-letter questionaires that get passed around that ask questions like "Do you prefer hugs or kisses?" I answered "why? Do I have to?" So Maya like me is more comfortable coming after her hugs when she needs them.
Eva on the other hand would prefer to be still entombed in the sanctity of my womb with the umbilical cord wrapped around her. The closer the better. She still wants her freedom mind you but she'd be much happier if she could drag me along by umbilical cord, me scraggling behind her. This can be a problem for me sometimes because I don't require that kind of physical closeness or hand-holding. As a matter of fact, I don't require any holding what-so-ever. I prefer NOT to be held. I might even ask "why are you holding me?" "Could you stop touching me?" and "Tim were done already, now back off sweetie." (Sorry, TMI) But you get the idea. This sometimes perplexes me as my mother is Italian and I've been exposed to Italian aunts who hug and kiss. I guess my dad's German heritage showed up in me as I'd prefer to just punch someone in the arm as a greeting. Anyway....
At first Eva did great. I made an effort not to walk right next to her so she can hang with kids in her group and not on me. Well, it didn't last long. Before the end of the first day she was walking next to me holding my arm with one hand and wrapping her arm around my back and rubbing my back in a reassuring circular motion. She'd say things like "you're doing great mom" as we walked several places to various activities. It was great to have that reassurance because I've only been walking on my own for about 39 years now. God love her.
So, by the end of the next day she was driving me crazy. I was literally peeling her off me by the second evening and by the third day I was saying "get back, Eva, give me some space!" God bless her heart.
There was a girl in our cabin that must be extracting that same phrase from her parents on a daily basis or at least some other expletives. It became obvious to me that this girl was used to having things done for her and if there was a pea under her mattress in her bunk she would detect it. She was also used to everything going her way, being the one in charge and always being first to any and all food that was placed in front of her. We had a few disagreements. God love her. For some reason God put her in every one of my groups! God love himself. What was HE THINKING!? This is the only other person in camp besides my daughters that was in EVERY group I had. (Did I say that already?) And by the third day I was ready to strangle her. God help me.
Now I consider myself to be a fairly rational, pragmatic and considerate person but at breakfast the third day I "Mrs. Robinson" told her "Betty" (I will not be using real names to protect myself) that a person did not need to put "dibs" on the ketchup bottle as soon as she saw the hash browns coming out of the kitchen because there was enough to go around unless of course she was planning on eating all the ketchup herself (Ok, I didn't actually say that last part but I was thinking it - really hard) and that it really wasn't all about her and maybe she should try to think of others first. (I, "Mrs. Robinson" did say that part.) She at least sat down in her seat then and we passed the food around the table. This was the most civilized we had been at our table the whole time.
God love me.
I learned some time ago that if you're speaking about a person who makes you a bit nuts but you just have to talk it out then it's ok to say just about anything about this person as long as you follow it up with "God love her" or "God bless her heart" or something like that. This, I hear, is how people in the South talk about their crazy relatives.
I had a couple of apprehensions about camping with Maya and Eva's entire 4th grade as a chaperone but my real fear was more about Maya and Eva. I was going to be with them in the cabin, at mealtimes and during activities. This is a lot of together time for us. Ok, it was a lot of together time for me. And on field trips of the past they usually literally attach themselves to me and won't let go. This can be a little distressing. I can handle others people's kids but my own can be a little overwhelming.
Now Maya I wasn't very worried about. She's a little aloof with her emotional attachments, like her mother. On one of those email chain-letter questionaires that get passed around that ask questions like "Do you prefer hugs or kisses?" I answered "why? Do I have to?" So Maya like me is more comfortable coming after her hugs when she needs them.
Eva on the other hand would prefer to be still entombed in the sanctity of my womb with the umbilical cord wrapped around her. The closer the better. She still wants her freedom mind you but she'd be much happier if she could drag me along by umbilical cord, me scraggling behind her. This can be a problem for me sometimes because I don't require that kind of physical closeness or hand-holding. As a matter of fact, I don't require any holding what-so-ever. I prefer NOT to be held. I might even ask "why are you holding me?" "Could you stop touching me?" and "Tim were done already, now back off sweetie." (Sorry, TMI) But you get the idea. This sometimes perplexes me as my mother is Italian and I've been exposed to Italian aunts who hug and kiss. I guess my dad's German heritage showed up in me as I'd prefer to just punch someone in the arm as a greeting. Anyway....
At first Eva did great. I made an effort not to walk right next to her so she can hang with kids in her group and not on me. Well, it didn't last long. Before the end of the first day she was walking next to me holding my arm with one hand and wrapping her arm around my back and rubbing my back in a reassuring circular motion. She'd say things like "you're doing great mom" as we walked several places to various activities. It was great to have that reassurance because I've only been walking on my own for about 39 years now. God love her.
So, by the end of the next day she was driving me crazy. I was literally peeling her off me by the second evening and by the third day I was saying "get back, Eva, give me some space!" God bless her heart.
There was a girl in our cabin that must be extracting that same phrase from her parents on a daily basis or at least some other expletives. It became obvious to me that this girl was used to having things done for her and if there was a pea under her mattress in her bunk she would detect it. She was also used to everything going her way, being the one in charge and always being first to any and all food that was placed in front of her. We had a few disagreements. God love her. For some reason God put her in every one of my groups! God love himself. What was HE THINKING!? This is the only other person in camp besides my daughters that was in EVERY group I had. (Did I say that already?) And by the third day I was ready to strangle her. God help me.
Now I consider myself to be a fairly rational, pragmatic and considerate person but at breakfast the third day I "Mrs. Robinson" told her "Betty" (I will not be using real names to protect myself) that a person did not need to put "dibs" on the ketchup bottle as soon as she saw the hash browns coming out of the kitchen because there was enough to go around unless of course she was planning on eating all the ketchup herself (Ok, I didn't actually say that last part but I was thinking it - really hard) and that it really wasn't all about her and maybe she should try to think of others first. (I, "Mrs. Robinson" did say that part.) She at least sat down in her seat then and we passed the food around the table. This was the most civilized we had been at our table the whole time.
God love me.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Taking A Day Off
Sometimes you just need a break. Isaac has a cold so I decided he didn't need to go to school which was an easy decision since I didn't want to take him. We thought we'd just have a day off today.
After getting the girls dressed and on the bus we chilled out in front of the TV and watched the Little Mermaid. Since I've seen the Little Mermaid seventeen billion times this allowed me to dose off several times in between Isaac's commentary of the various funny things going on in the movie. "Mom, did you see Sebastian?" Yeah, I saw him through my eyelids. For some reason he was ok with this. Usually he'll attempt to pull my eyelids open if I get caught sleeping.
In the spirit of taking the day off I've only made breakfast, lunch and a casserole for dinner, cleaned up the kitchen and so far run two loads of laundry. Good thing I'm taking it easy. I might mop the kitchen later when I need a break.
So Isaac and I were just chillin' at the counter eating our lunch and watching Ellen when he says to me "Mom, are we going to die?" That'll bring your whole grain brown rice back up. (It's not that easy getting it down in the first place) Hey, wait a minute, aren't I off today? So I silently asked the question "why me lord?" and asked Isaac where the question came from. He said he didn't want to die. That makes sense to me. So I told him we won't die for a long, long time, not till we are really, really old and asked if that made him feel better and he said "no". Thoughts of Prozac began streaming through my head...
The really big news today is that I went camping and lived to tell the tale. Maya and Eva's entire 4th grade went on a two and a half day adventure down to the YMCA Flatrock River Camp. I was very impressed with everything. Our cabins were brand new with a nice bathroom that included two showers. Ok, so I wasn't exactly roughing it but I did sleep in a room with 10 4th grade girls. Yes, that's 10 pre-pubescent girls in the ultimate slumber party atmosphere. We didn't get a whole lot of sleep that first night.
We didn't get a whole lot of sleep the next night either.
Sleep wasn't on the agenda but everything else was. We did archery, canoed, fished, played Native American games, pioneer cooking (which consisted of us cleaning up after the "pioneers" before us.) and all kinds of fun camping things all of which required us to walk approximately 20 miles a day. I didn't know my muscles could be that sore. Yow. But I was trying not to be a wimp.
Evidently I'm a bit of an outdoorswoman. My archery skills and my canoe knowledge surprised the two male chaperones in our activities group. When we went to dig in the river for fun little creatures to investigate I heard one say to the other "she loves this stuff, kinda makes you question your masculinity." By the end of the second day they were saying "Just give it to Michelle, you know she wants to do it." Well, hey, I'm pretty good at reading a map too.
There's more to share about camp but this is getting lengthy and starting to feel like work and hey, I'm off today.
After getting the girls dressed and on the bus we chilled out in front of the TV and watched the Little Mermaid. Since I've seen the Little Mermaid seventeen billion times this allowed me to dose off several times in between Isaac's commentary of the various funny things going on in the movie. "Mom, did you see Sebastian?" Yeah, I saw him through my eyelids. For some reason he was ok with this. Usually he'll attempt to pull my eyelids open if I get caught sleeping.
In the spirit of taking the day off I've only made breakfast, lunch and a casserole for dinner, cleaned up the kitchen and so far run two loads of laundry. Good thing I'm taking it easy. I might mop the kitchen later when I need a break.
So Isaac and I were just chillin' at the counter eating our lunch and watching Ellen when he says to me "Mom, are we going to die?" That'll bring your whole grain brown rice back up. (It's not that easy getting it down in the first place) Hey, wait a minute, aren't I off today? So I silently asked the question "why me lord?" and asked Isaac where the question came from. He said he didn't want to die. That makes sense to me. So I told him we won't die for a long, long time, not till we are really, really old and asked if that made him feel better and he said "no". Thoughts of Prozac began streaming through my head...
The really big news today is that I went camping and lived to tell the tale. Maya and Eva's entire 4th grade went on a two and a half day adventure down to the YMCA Flatrock River Camp. I was very impressed with everything. Our cabins were brand new with a nice bathroom that included two showers. Ok, so I wasn't exactly roughing it but I did sleep in a room with 10 4th grade girls. Yes, that's 10 pre-pubescent girls in the ultimate slumber party atmosphere. We didn't get a whole lot of sleep that first night.
We didn't get a whole lot of sleep the next night either.
Sleep wasn't on the agenda but everything else was. We did archery, canoed, fished, played Native American games, pioneer cooking (which consisted of us cleaning up after the "pioneers" before us.) and all kinds of fun camping things all of which required us to walk approximately 20 miles a day. I didn't know my muscles could be that sore. Yow. But I was trying not to be a wimp.
Evidently I'm a bit of an outdoorswoman. My archery skills and my canoe knowledge surprised the two male chaperones in our activities group. When we went to dig in the river for fun little creatures to investigate I heard one say to the other "she loves this stuff, kinda makes you question your masculinity." By the end of the second day they were saying "Just give it to Michelle, you know she wants to do it." Well, hey, I'm pretty good at reading a map too.
There's more to share about camp but this is getting lengthy and starting to feel like work and hey, I'm off today.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Being Broke - Priceless
I need a job. I don't want a job but apparently I need one. I hate that. Money has been flying out of this house like we have it. It's like it has wings. Flap, flap, flap. Pay for camp, 2 kids and 1 chaperone $235, flap, flap, flap. Pay one of four payments for kindergarten, $225, flap, flap, flap. Paying for gas for the past two weeks $175, flap, flap. Doctors appointments, flap. Groceries, flap, flap, flap. Some flies in and somehow more of it flies out. This is the law of Johnson finances. Try to save it and it flies away. Give up and don't try to save it - it still flies away. Stop thinking about it - flies away. Hold on to it like a crochety old man- bye, bye, fly away money! It was good seeing you again for five minutes!!
Obviously I have issues. Money is just one of them. I really can't go into all of them right now. Not even one of them. Not enough time to get all that out. However Isaac has an issue today. Just one so far as it's only 9:30am. It appears he has a loose tooth. I was hoping he would be a late tooth loser as he is totally disgusted by his sisters loose teeth. Everytime they have lost a tooth we've had a discussion about how it won't happen to him for a long, long time, not to worry. He just turned five three weeks ago! How could this happen! I'd like to quote Eva at this time: "Not fair!!"
In other news, my neice Emma broke her arm falling backward while swinging on our swingset Saturday night. It was a bit traumatic but overall could have been much worse. She has a lovely green cast now - good color choice Em. Maya and Eva handled it pretty well with just a few tears from Eva mostly because Emma had to leave a little early. Isaac was upset about it all and asked if he had to go to school tomorrow. For some reason trauma always makes him think about school. We talked about going to kindergarten next year and then he asked in a tearful voice "will I always stay at this family?" Where does he get these ideas!? Then I thought of his sisters. There's going to be an interrogation later.
He takes after his sister Eva with the whole joy of school thing. When we had our little earthquake a couple weeks ago I thought well, this will be a great way to get Eva up and out of bed, some exciting news like an earthquake. It's not everyday you can wake her up with something other than "hey, get up, you have to go to school". So I went into her bedroom shook her a little bit and said "hey, Eva guess what? We had an earthquake this morning! Isn't that just so cool?" She replied with much hope in her voice "Is the school gone?" Ummm, well, no. She moaned and covered her head in her blankets. Wow. I'm going to have to obliterate the whole school so Eva can have a good day. I can't afford that right now.
And last but not least. I'm going camping. Actually the 4th graders are going camping and I'm chaperoning. But let's face it - it's all about me. We're going down to FlatRock camp in Shelbyville Wednesday to Friday. I've heard the kids love it. They've been doing this for several years at our school. But again, it's really about me isn't it? We'll be in cabins and there are showers and all meals are cooked for you. But in my mind it's still camping. Sleeping with 8 ten year old girls and hanging out with 90 4th graders. yippee. I'm not there yet. I have till 8:45am tomorrow morning to jump on this wagon mentally. Maya's already packed. She's probably packed for me as well. She's like that. Motivated, perfectionist. I keep telling her there's no room in this family for someone who's got it all together. But she persists. I'll be yelling at Eva to get her stuff together for the eleventh time around 10pm tonight. And even though she's thrilled about going to camp (and not being at school for THREE WHOLE DAYS) she'll argue and fart around and I'll give up and do it myself. And for some reason I have to remind them that they are two very different people?!! And that they shouldn't compare themselves with each other?!! This is feeling like a therapist moment... Flap, flap, flap.....
Obviously I have issues. Money is just one of them. I really can't go into all of them right now. Not even one of them. Not enough time to get all that out. However Isaac has an issue today. Just one so far as it's only 9:30am. It appears he has a loose tooth. I was hoping he would be a late tooth loser as he is totally disgusted by his sisters loose teeth. Everytime they have lost a tooth we've had a discussion about how it won't happen to him for a long, long time, not to worry. He just turned five three weeks ago! How could this happen! I'd like to quote Eva at this time: "Not fair!!"
In other news, my neice Emma broke her arm falling backward while swinging on our swingset Saturday night. It was a bit traumatic but overall could have been much worse. She has a lovely green cast now - good color choice Em. Maya and Eva handled it pretty well with just a few tears from Eva mostly because Emma had to leave a little early. Isaac was upset about it all and asked if he had to go to school tomorrow. For some reason trauma always makes him think about school. We talked about going to kindergarten next year and then he asked in a tearful voice "will I always stay at this family?" Where does he get these ideas!? Then I thought of his sisters. There's going to be an interrogation later.
He takes after his sister Eva with the whole joy of school thing. When we had our little earthquake a couple weeks ago I thought well, this will be a great way to get Eva up and out of bed, some exciting news like an earthquake. It's not everyday you can wake her up with something other than "hey, get up, you have to go to school". So I went into her bedroom shook her a little bit and said "hey, Eva guess what? We had an earthquake this morning! Isn't that just so cool?" She replied with much hope in her voice "Is the school gone?" Ummm, well, no. She moaned and covered her head in her blankets. Wow. I'm going to have to obliterate the whole school so Eva can have a good day. I can't afford that right now.
And last but not least. I'm going camping. Actually the 4th graders are going camping and I'm chaperoning. But let's face it - it's all about me. We're going down to FlatRock camp in Shelbyville Wednesday to Friday. I've heard the kids love it. They've been doing this for several years at our school. But again, it's really about me isn't it? We'll be in cabins and there are showers and all meals are cooked for you. But in my mind it's still camping. Sleeping with 8 ten year old girls and hanging out with 90 4th graders. yippee. I'm not there yet. I have till 8:45am tomorrow morning to jump on this wagon mentally. Maya's already packed. She's probably packed for me as well. She's like that. Motivated, perfectionist. I keep telling her there's no room in this family for someone who's got it all together. But she persists. I'll be yelling at Eva to get her stuff together for the eleventh time around 10pm tonight. And even though she's thrilled about going to camp (and not being at school for THREE WHOLE DAYS) she'll argue and fart around and I'll give up and do it myself. And for some reason I have to remind them that they are two very different people?!! And that they shouldn't compare themselves with each other?!! This is feeling like a therapist moment... Flap, flap, flap.....
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Bra-stination
Procrastination can be a way of life. And I personally have tried to make it mine. But when one of your 10 year old daughters comes home from school and sums up the "growth" talk she heard that day at school into "mom, we really need bras", then maybe it's finally time to act.
Now, that was several weeks ago so I'm still a practicing procrastinator but after finally gettin' down to the nitty gritty and accepting the fact that is indeed "time" we have 6 more brassieres in the house that do not belong to me. It might have even happened sooner but Tim's denial of his daughters' impeding womanhood put it off just a little longer. At least that's my story.
There was an ad in the Meijer flyer for girls bras on sale so I asked Tim to, you know, just pick a couple up when he went to the grocery. He said "Uh, no." So I said, "Really, it's not a big deal can you just look for them?"
"Uh, no."
"Is it because it's girl stuff (which he's never shied away from buying feminine hygiene products for me mind you) or you just don't want to do it?"
"Uh, no."
So I'm starting to think he's not going to do it. So I let it drop. He obviously wasn't ready to make the leap never mind that I was trying to pawn it off on him in the first place.
Three weeks after that (it really is a way of life) I finally picked up some unmentionables at Meijer. As I was leaving the store my mini brassieres set the alarm off. How poignant.
The door lady wanted to check my receipt and I felt compelled to say something like, "My girls are just reaching puberty, they need bras, I've put it off, I'm a bad mom...." Luckily my frontal lobe kicked in and said "shut up Michelle, she just wants to see your receipt."
And finally after trying those initial bras on I then took the girls shopping like a good mom should at a fancy department store called Walmart. Two more stores and 20 bras later we had our winning six. To top it all off Isaac made an announcement when he was over at my parents house that the girls had to go upstairs to fix their bras because you know, they have bras now. My mom said my dad about fell out of his chair.
It's a new era. We'd better get used to it. No more bra-stination.
Now, that was several weeks ago so I'm still a practicing procrastinator but after finally gettin' down to the nitty gritty and accepting the fact that is indeed "time" we have 6 more brassieres in the house that do not belong to me. It might have even happened sooner but Tim's denial of his daughters' impeding womanhood put it off just a little longer. At least that's my story.
There was an ad in the Meijer flyer for girls bras on sale so I asked Tim to, you know, just pick a couple up when he went to the grocery. He said "Uh, no." So I said, "Really, it's not a big deal can you just look for them?"
"Uh, no."
"Is it because it's girl stuff (which he's never shied away from buying feminine hygiene products for me mind you) or you just don't want to do it?"
"Uh, no."
So I'm starting to think he's not going to do it. So I let it drop. He obviously wasn't ready to make the leap never mind that I was trying to pawn it off on him in the first place.
Three weeks after that (it really is a way of life) I finally picked up some unmentionables at Meijer. As I was leaving the store my mini brassieres set the alarm off. How poignant.
The door lady wanted to check my receipt and I felt compelled to say something like, "My girls are just reaching puberty, they need bras, I've put it off, I'm a bad mom...." Luckily my frontal lobe kicked in and said "shut up Michelle, she just wants to see your receipt."
And finally after trying those initial bras on I then took the girls shopping like a good mom should at a fancy department store called Walmart. Two more stores and 20 bras later we had our winning six. To top it all off Isaac made an announcement when he was over at my parents house that the girls had to go upstairs to fix their bras because you know, they have bras now. My mom said my dad about fell out of his chair.
It's a new era. We'd better get used to it. No more bra-stination.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Sleepless in Indy
So it's been two weeks since I last blogged. It's our spring break now so we are at home spending some quality time with our Nintendo DS's. Isaac doesn't have one yet which is driving us all berzerk but he's getting one for his birthday which is Saturday. We may not make it until then however, I might break down and get one today as a matter of fact.
Tim was out of town last week for 4 nights and was gone again last night. Thank God he'll be home tonight. I have two kids that always, and I mean ALWAYS wake up in the middle of the night and want to get in bed with me. Well, who wouldn't?? The number of scary dreams in our house when dad is away is truly amazing. Last night however, Isaac was coming down with a cold as well. Perfect timing. So the night went something like this:
10:30 I turned out the light
12:30 Isaac woke up, he had wet the bed
12:50 I've cleaned up Isaac's bed and gotten him some medicine. I lay down in hopes of sleep.
1:00 No such luck. Maya's "mom is alone in bed" radar has gone off. Evidently she's had a scary dream. I see her coming and say something like "No way, go back to bed!" Then I follow up with the appropriate fix by whispering "Did you have a bad dream? Ok, you're fine. Go back to bed."
1:50 Isaac cries. I ignore him in the hopes it's just a dream.
3:14 Isaac appears beside my bed. "Mom my clock says 3,5,4, is it time to get up?" So I say" No Isaac it's definitely not and you're clock is off." "When can I get up mom" "In about 4 hours when your clock says 7,5,4."
3:15 Isaac appears with his blankie and sippy cup. I give in, "Ok, just get in my bed."
3:16 I make Isaac get his pillow.
3:17 Isaac has to get "mousey".
3:18 "No, Isaac it is not time to get up yet."
3:20 "Isaac if you don't go to sleep you're going back in your bed."
3:25 Isaac falls asleep with his head next to mine.
3:30 I can't sleep. I get up walk around the house and curse husbands and spring break. Take the trash out and eventually go back to bed.
8:00 Maya is up. Phoebe comes back and whines at me because she wants to go out. I let her out then go back to bed.
9:00 Isaac comes and asks when I'm going to get up. I do some quick calculations in my mind and figure I've gotten maybe 8 hours total sleep with lots of interruptions. The day must begin. Damn.
Tim was out of town last week for 4 nights and was gone again last night. Thank God he'll be home tonight. I have two kids that always, and I mean ALWAYS wake up in the middle of the night and want to get in bed with me. Well, who wouldn't?? The number of scary dreams in our house when dad is away is truly amazing. Last night however, Isaac was coming down with a cold as well. Perfect timing. So the night went something like this:
10:30 I turned out the light
12:30 Isaac woke up, he had wet the bed
12:50 I've cleaned up Isaac's bed and gotten him some medicine. I lay down in hopes of sleep.
1:00 No such luck. Maya's "mom is alone in bed" radar has gone off. Evidently she's had a scary dream. I see her coming and say something like "No way, go back to bed!" Then I follow up with the appropriate fix by whispering "Did you have a bad dream? Ok, you're fine. Go back to bed."
1:50 Isaac cries. I ignore him in the hopes it's just a dream.
3:14 Isaac appears beside my bed. "Mom my clock says 3,5,4, is it time to get up?" So I say" No Isaac it's definitely not and you're clock is off." "When can I get up mom" "In about 4 hours when your clock says 7,5,4."
3:15 Isaac appears with his blankie and sippy cup. I give in, "Ok, just get in my bed."
3:16 I make Isaac get his pillow.
3:17 Isaac has to get "mousey".
3:18 "No, Isaac it is not time to get up yet."
3:20 "Isaac if you don't go to sleep you're going back in your bed."
3:25 Isaac falls asleep with his head next to mine.
3:30 I can't sleep. I get up walk around the house and curse husbands and spring break. Take the trash out and eventually go back to bed.
8:00 Maya is up. Phoebe comes back and whines at me because she wants to go out. I let her out then go back to bed.
9:00 Isaac comes and asks when I'm going to get up. I do some quick calculations in my mind and figure I've gotten maybe 8 hours total sleep with lots of interruptions. The day must begin. Damn.
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