and we wonder why everyone has add??

i wake up this morning. late as usual. get myself and mav ready, pick up p's friend for swim team (who's not ready...at all...i'm starting to resent doing this.), meet the kids and their dad at the pool, answer a phone call, talk to the coach, cheer on p, feed mav, watch eeber....breathe. all before 10am? then i load up the kids and their stuff, take p's friend home, stop at walmart while planning meals in my head, go home, unload groceries, jump on the computer, download a dvd conversion program. which sucks. so i go for another. which requires a windows upgrade. so i oblige. all while making lunch, starting dinner, juggling laundry, and getting a phone call saying i need to be across town by 2:30. it's 1pm. i'm exhausted just TYPING this, and yet i feel i've gotten nothing done after all that insanity today. instead of running my life, my life is running me. *sigh*

also, i was scammed by little kids yesterday (not my own. i'm too smart for THEM. lol), and they attempted again today. some little girl showed up at my doorstep selling a "book" she made. it consisted of about 5 piece of notebook paper folded together and a name with a heart on the front. said girl is probably only about 6, and she only wants a buck, so i give it to her. turns out the "book" has nothing in it. lol. i want to lecture her about selling sub-standard work, but decide against it. not 20 minutes later, 2 slightly older kids show up "selling" their toy gun and sword. oh, so i've become the gullable lady of the neighborhood? i don't THINK so. i try to semi-kindly let them know that i won't be shoveling money out all day. apparently they got the message...FOR YESTERDAY. today, little girl shows up on my doorstep again trying to sell ANOTHER book. wow. apparently people are starting their little scammers young these days. i told her yesterday was a one time deal...and my house will probably be egged in the morning. *sigh*

and finally...an ambulance has driven through our neighborhood down the same street in the same direction every day for the last 4 days. yesterday and today it happened TWICE. last night there were tons of cop cars, no lights...WHAT'S GOING ON??? call me an ambulance chaser, but i NEED to know!!! maybe i can ask for a police scanner for my birthday...but that'd be WAY more add than i could handle! lol

an encouraging day of discouragement...

because i took this weekend off, i decided mav and i should make a church appearance. let me just take this moment to reiterate that i LOVE this church... the service today was about leaving a legacy. geared towards grandparents, but as a mom, i got quite a bit out of it as well. i felt refreshed when we left, even though the mav cried constantly all afternoon. then my mom called. she needed a few things done at her house before my sister moved in. i've been putting it off, and know it needs to be done. so i get mav ready and head over...not in the best of spirits. i say a little prayer before going in for a good attitude and a cool head. yet from the moment i walked in, i felt attacked. it often seems like even though i know my mom loves me, she doesn't think very good things about me. i constantly feel like i'm never going to live down the "black sheep" role. i'll never be a good enough mom, a good enough christian, keep a clean enough house... so i cried. because that's often what i do. and yet i still feel that unsettling feeling in my stomach. that nagging part of my brain that actually believes all that to be true, constantly reminding me of hurtful words from myself and others.


i wish it would shut up.

hookie

so i've taken this weekend off work. yes, i realize my life is SOOOO hard working 2 days a week that i NEEDED a break. lol. i called in with back pain, which isn't intirely false, but to be honest, i really just needed to flush my brain. i needed some time with bryan with no agenda. some cuddle time with maverick with no limits. to clear my head of a friendship gone wrong. you never expect what life can give you, but it gives it to you anyway. and sometimes you just have to find a way to deal. i couldn't fake it this weekend. i couldn't fake happy, or sad, or helpful...it just wasn't in me. so tonight i'm going to support my cousin in his self-motivated journey to achieve an education. i'm holding hands with my boyfriend. i'm going to play, and laugh, and watch baby einstein with my baby. i'm getting rid of clutter in my life...physical and emotional.

it's going to be a refreshing weekend...

brain transplant...

i am genuinely starting to believe that boys were born without brains. or at least that common sense is exclusive to girls. this morning, i go downstairs to wake the boys. i go to grab clothes for them, and realize i have to sort through a 3 foot high pile of random used-to-be-folded clothes on top of their dresser. annoying. i tell j to get his shoes on, and the drama begins. it's like a weed whacker. someone wound him up and he's flailing all willy-nilly all over my house. somehow the shoes he "put away" a mere 12 hours prior had mysteriously disappeared...although HE put them where they belonged. (mmhmm...) we spend the next 20 minutes in a meltdown. i call his father to find out where a basket that contained another pair of his shoes was (since it had been in the same room until a few days ago)...didn't even know what i was talking about. it's as if brains escape boys. you tell them something, and that "der" look stares back at you. i feel like i should paint "mrdd services" on the side of my minivan. it's absolutely out of control. they run into the street without looking for cars. stare at you like you're an alien with your skin inside out when you ask them to do something. leave lights on, towels sprawled out all over the bathroom, dishes on the table, bookbags in the middle of the room, toys everywhere...and act like all this is normal behavior. and have NO idea what you're talking about when you ask them to clean up after themselves. it's like all they can relate to is youtube and video games. i'm about to post a youtube video of me showing them how to clean. talking to them like the brainless lovin boys that they are. "this is a hamper -der der- it's where your clothes go when they are dirty -der der- dirty means you've worn them for more than an hour or two -der der-"...i'm going to title it "violent naruto" so they can find it easily.

someone lock me up in the loony bin...i need some peace and quiet!!!

my so-called life

my phone used to ring a thousand times a day. texts, phone calls, so often that i couldn't go anywhere without toting the precious cell phone. i had so many plans on my nights off, that i actually had to tell people i was busy. i had to lie to multiple boys to go out with others, often juggling a few at a time. i had more vodka in my fridge than food, and was known to drink many under the table. i wouldn't even take my kid to school and stay in the car without a cute outfit and a facefull of makeup. i sported a pushup bra, jeans that showed half my ass, and heels that made me feel like the hottest woman around. i could get away with not cleaning my house for weeks, and no one cared when i was chummed up with them at a bar. boys bought me dinner, drinks, flowers, and when they kissed me, my toes curled. i ranted and raved and blogged about douchebags, and prince charmings, and drunk nights out.

i miss that life. i miss it something fierce.

my phone now goes entire days with nothing more than a weather update text message. i've settled down with one guy who never EVER treats me as well as even the jerkiest of guys used to. i'm up to my neck in mommy-ness. i drive a minivan. there's no more bar nights, shooting pool, spending time with friends (tough when the only one you have lives an entire country away), hanging out with even my guy FRIENDS...nothing. i clean the house and it goes unnoticed. i make dinner and nothing but complaints. i stick my neck out for a friend and get ditched as a result. i've traded my pushup bra for tanks with shelf bras because they're more comfortable and no one notices anyway. i can go an entire week...to the grocery store, ballet, work, etc...with no makeup. NONE. in pajama pants. i chop off my own hair because it's in the way and i could just care less how it turns out. i haven't been to my favorite bar for over a year. haven't stumbled drunk into a bathroom in even longer. i'm lonely, angry, and just sick and tired of it. i've lost my spark, my creativity, my passion.

thinking of ordering a new life on ebay...

two by two...

a couple months ago, i'm going through my closet. as i weed through things, i notice...2 hooded sweaters, one gray, one cream...same sweater, just different colors. 2 tshirts...one green, one blue, both with butterflies on the chest. again. same shirt, different colors. 2 yoga suits with rhinestones. one black, one gray. 2 sweat pants...both old navy, one white, one gray. two tank top/short sleeved shirt combos from american eagle...and on, and on...

apparently...i buy things i like in 2's.

so weird, right? i don't get it myself. yet i have things i bought 2 years or so ago that i bought in pairs as well. when i like something, apparently i like it so much i feel the need to buy two of them. i did it again today with my fabulous old navy flutter tops. and a week or two ago with flowered old navy hoodies. i don't know if i just obsessively collect clothing, or i think that i won't find another shirt that i like so i buy two of the same in different colors...who knows. either way, i find it humorous. my closet looks like that of twins, but i promise there's only one of me. i'm baffled. but at least i'm entertained. : )

fatty mcfatterson...

i will admit that i've put on a few lbs. several or more during my pregnancy, and surprisingly many more since. i feel HUGE. belly that could be carrying mavo's twin, legs that resemble tree trunks, and arms that look like the michelin man. even my BACK has rolls at this point. i finally felt so fat that i decided to do something about it. so i've been watching calories this week. it's amazing how many calories an entire bag of doritos contains, let me tell ya!! the other day i veered away from graeters (still sounds good, by the way. lol) and got a 120 calorie mcdonalds ice cream cone instead. i passed up my beloved 10piece nugget meal with fries and a giant sweet tea for a 6 piece nugget and apple dippers...and water. who really wants to live like this??? i mean, really?! me, that's who...if i don't want to end up on TLC as the world's fattest mom who hasn't left my bed in 10 years...but oh, the torture when you're a food addict. no more cuddling up to some ben & jerry's. basically no more phish food period since i feel so guilty about every single calorie i ingest. but i've lost 2 lbs since monday. probably water weight, but i'll take it. i've said ALLLLL this to say that i'm having a hard time enjoying my wardrobe these days. i've taken to b's tshirts and pajama or sweat pants most recently, and just feel plain terrible. i'm going to a concert tonight and was determined to find SOMETHING that i felt cute in. i tell ya ladies...if you can pinch an inch, head to old navy...fluttery sleeved (longer sleeves for those of you with michelin arms like mine!) tops with a band around the waist to suck them to your hips while the rest of the shirt blouses. instant skinny!!! i was going to post a picture, but can't find it on their website. oh, how i'm in love. i bought 2 (this shall be my next blog), and a super adorable tshirt...happy girl!! oh. and they're only 15 bucks, so get em while the gettin's good!