Category: stupid lists


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When I extend my generosity to you and you slap me in the face all watts but physically? Our so called “friendship” is not going to last all that long.

Females are not my usual choices for friend because, as a rule, they make things entirely too complicated and/or dramatic.

Sometimes you need to pay stoopid-expensive ticket prices to go to a movie by yourself, then pay more for snacks than the ticket cost – all to just get away, relax, and decompress.

Chicken nuggets, yogurt, goldfish, and “sweet bread” are SO qualifying dinner foods on a night mommy can’t manage cooking.

It is entirely necessary to take your friends up on offers of a night out on them when you can have the kids watched. The sanity it saves is worth an elephant’s weight in gold.

Phone calls from the Army are NOT, in fact, reason to walk out of the room where your children are playing to hear the person better. You will end up with permanent marker “pictures” on your WALL that could’ve been avoided by just letting the person get a little frustrated and have to talk a bit louder. I had to learn that one the hard way. See?

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Her: Mommy whassat?
Me: these are mommy chips.
Her: oh ew.

Her: oh Mommy, I need kiss you eyes *kisses my eyes* oh, Mommy, that feel funny.

Stemmed from nothing…
Her: oh, Mommy, *you* save a bunny wabbit.

Him: Mommy, we wanna watch dat moobee wiff a pwincess guhl. Sees pwetty. (Princess Protection Program with Selena Gomez & Demi Lovato…he’s only 3.5!!)

“Pickle Baby, you cannot fees the moth your froot loop. Especially not through the sliding glass door.”

“Boogie, if you pull those pants up one more time, you and I will be having a lesson on the concept of pantsing.” (For the record, the tag irritated his skin, and I had them sitting just-so with the tag not touching him. Plus they’re thisclose to being to short for him.)

am so unbelievably tired of these days that start out all kinds of awesome, but then one single conversation brings the whole damn thing crashing down around my ears.

hate being wholly misunderstood, and then feeling like i need to explain myself when nothing requires me to.

desperately want to drive to the mountains and take the kids for a long, exhausting walk. we all need the isolation and peace of being out in all the natural beauty.

would probably settle for flying down the highway, some Sonic happy hour drinks, and driving back home with happy kids – because that’s way cheaper than a hotel in the mountains with kids.

have come to learn that sleep is entirely over-rated…at least that’s the lesson that life seems to be trying to teach me lately. i’d like to kick life right in the throat for that particular lesson.

firmly believe that writing a letter you never intend to actually mail out is really very freeing. you’ve said all the things you wanted or needed to get off your chest, without the risk of your words being taken the wrong way or used against you later. drama free stress relief, for the flipping win.

cannot for the life of me understand why people seemingly go out of their own way to make their whole life more difficult. (i have no examples, just take my word for it.)

really need to retrain myself to sleep during normal sleeping hours so that i can be a better mother to my children.

despise being on the receiving end of someone’s fair-weather friendship nonsense. seriously…if you can’t lean on me when you’re having a hard time, don’t rub it in my face when your life is peaches. and on the flip side…if you can’t celebrate with me when you’re happy, don’t cry to me when you’re hitting rock bottom.

think the world would be a much better place if we would all bother to remember that as individuals we are all bound to be different. that’s not cause to argue or insult or harass. it means we need to learn, practice, and teach tolerance. we all clearly have to share this world…there’s no reason we shouldn’t make it as pleasant as we possibly can.

did this become my life? I’m supposed to be the cool, fun, got-it-all-together young mom.

does my poor baby man seem to come down with croup once a month? Should we be looking at possible asthma testing? (unrelated, in my head “asthma” sounds like “azzmarr” because I haven’t a clue why, it just does.)

have I disappeared into all my clothes fitting me funny? Yes, this is a valid concern/complaint – I can’t afford a new wardrobe and I prefer not to look like I’m wearing loaner clothes.

can people disregard county-wide ordinances and raise holy chaos right over my head and I shrug it off with a simple “I’m awake anyway, so why should it bother me?”

should we have to jump through hoops in order to coordinate with people to give them money to pay off their debt and transfer ownership of property they don’t even want anymore?

Maybe I’m exceedingly bitter tonight, what with my total inability to sleep while the other 3 people in my home are snoring away – no, I’m not the least bit wired, why do you ask. But really? When did the world get like this? When did my kids act out so horribly to deserve karmic retribution in the form of breathing difficulties and potential ear infections at least once every other month?

I’d just like to make it to my birthday without any more unscheduled catastrophes. Can we manage that, universe? Try anyway!

Productive day. Nothing important, of course. But still an accomplishment for me, nonetheless.

- met my friends for coffee, and managed to keep the beasties from destroying the inside of the shop
- spent an obscene amount of money on “organic” snacks for said beasties to placate them
- found gas for less than $4/gallon without running myself out of gas to get there (still paid $72 to fill up!!)
- lost my bank card, successfully froze it, and got a new card
- took my little sister out to look for a prom dress, with my children hauled along for the ride
- fed the beasties an actual meal for dinner instead of snacks or food in the car
- went back out dress shopping, with mom along, and picked out the dress my sister is going to prom in
- settled said beasties into bed with absolutely no fights, as they were worn the eff out
- resolved myself to a sick interest in The Royal Wedding, and set my DVR (no way in the world will I get up that early, nor will I stay up that late – I have things to do tomorrow, & I’ll be damned if I don’t get SOME sleep)
- had an absurdly unhealthy before-bed snack…and now I’m going to bed – don’t you dare wake me!!

sleep
eat normally
process my own emotions
stay healthy
stick to a routine
wake up at a decent hour in the morning
clean my house like a good housewife should
understand why I feel the way I do
get excited about our trip coming up the end of next month
wait for the end of June
help but remember there will still be 6 months to go after those 2 weeks
comprehend how my babies got so big so fast
believe how lucky I am to have my families so close, and so supportive
wait to have my own vehicle back in its former reliable state

This month seems like it’s just dragging on and on, and I can’t wait for it to be over…to be one month closer to the end of it all, and to maybe feel like I’ve actually accomplished something.

love is weird and confusing, but if it’s real it’s worth it all

love letters from Afghanistan can make the world seem right

parents can always be counted on to save your ass, even when you haven’t done anything to deserve it

movie marathons with friends are excellent, but it’s way easier to execute a plan based around just yourself

deployments mold people like a taffy-puller; stretching them to their limits, and putting them back together in better ways

political discussions should be left OUT of family gatherings

sometimes the people you have the roughest starts with are the people you need to work the hardest to make things good with

a few years and some difficult situations you help each other through can completely change the way you get along with a person

being married isn’t for the faint of heart – it’s a daily struggle, and if your head isn’t totally in the game it can complicate the whole situation

i don’t sleep anywhere near as much as i should…that changes NOW

So it’s been a while since I hopped on here & told you all the ridiculously boring details of my daily life.

A lot has happened, if you look at it the right way. Perhaps just more busy stuff than anything else, but it’s still been chaotic.

The kids were sick, & I got them taken care of & on the road to recovery. Then I got sick, myself. I got myself into the doctor, & come to find out I had fluid around my lungs. No wonder it felt like I was trying to breathe despite the hand of God clenched around my lungs. Pleurisy – at least that’s what I’m told it’s called.

So several hours in the on-site pharmacy last Thursday, and something like 5 medications later, I’m on my way to feeling better. It’s a long, hard road. Like, country dirt road kinda hard.

Friday was baby man’s appointment with primary to get the ball rolling on getting his ears checked out. The doctor saw what I was talking about (a total miracle considering our last pediatrician said not to worry, that he’s a normal boy & his speech would progress when he was ready). Next step is testing with audiology, but I have to wait for that “referral” to go through so I can schedule it.

Friday night brought very little sleep. The fan constantly blowing to circulate the air in the kids’ room sent little girl into screaming agony with it blowing cold air into her ear. But the contrasting warm air from the heat blowing through the vent had baby man coughing and gasping for air. So we all loaded into the car and spent probably 3 hours driving around so they’d chill out and go back to sleep.

Saturday was picture day. My MIL got an appointment to get some new shots of the kids, as they haven’t really cooperated since last year. Lord knows we need this kind of stuff with The Husband being deployed. On the way to meet MIL & SIL, not only did the speedometer not work, but my GPS died (& my cigarette adapter doesn’t work to charge it), leaving me completely clueless as to my speed. (A little back story – the whole instrument panel in the car has been unreliable at best ever since The Husband bought it from his best friend’s dad. Lately it hasn’t worked at all, but for the gas indicator. And my minivan has terrifyingly nonexistent brakes & a battery deader that my beta fish from 1998. This has royally screwed me.) The girl got some absolutely phenomenal shots of the kids, which I credit to her just letting them kinda do what they wanted & snapping away while they did.

Bless my SIL, she’s loaned me her car in the short term so I’m not completely stranded at home since I had to leave our car at my in-laws house.

Saturday went from bar hopping & other associated shenanigans to picking up alcohol on base & drinking in the comforts of home. Stayed up way too late, slept in til 11 on Sunday, then got into more shenanigans at the grocery store with my SIL when we ran into some other friends who helped turn it into more of an improv show than anything else. Plenty of jokes there…I needed a day like that.

A pretty solid night’s sleep & today was mildly productive. I need to remember to call tomorrow & schedule my van in the shop. And I need to figure out how to get it there with no juice to turn over & wholly unsafe brakes to stop it if I can get it started. But it’s getting taken care of, one way or another.

I’m going to bed here soon, so I’ll still have some minuscule bit of control over my brain & motor function tomorrow. But I want to leave you with a few opinions & observations.

- calling someone every time you need money or a big favor, but being unavailable to that person when they’re in need does NOT make a friendship…it makes you a user & an ass.
- little kids are far more perceptive than we give them credit for, & they know things that never even occurred to the adults in their lives.
- I have to go put my faith in the postal service again tomorrow, & I’m more than a little nervous.

Goodnight & good luck, ladies & gentlemen.

~ I specifically asked The Husband to find me the phone number for the appointment line to our local MTF, then failed to call for said appointments.

~ my newest TV show addiction is Big Bang Theory, and I’m in love with Leonard. Sheldon is comically unlovable.

~ the baby man is currently rockin’ a Scooby bandage on his chin, to keep him from picking at his weird open scrape thing.

~ poor little girl has been sleeping more than is normal for her – and she already sleeps a bit excessively. I’m worried about her getting dehydrated from trying to sleep through meals.

~ getting the mail lately has included a pair of The Husband’s old, worn out combat boots, and a swagger that invites ZERO conversation from neighbors.

~ I miss that old cartoon on Nick Jr. called Gullah Gullah Island, with the enormous polywog character all the kids befriended.

~ pancake minis, paired with yogurt, fruit snacks, & “invisible” kool-aid are perfectly acceptable to have for dinner on a lazy Tuesday evening at home.

~ since getting up from her nap, little girl has consumed exactly NOTHING, and she’s starting to truly worry me.

~ disjointed and disorganized meal-times aside…I still have no idea what in the world I’ll be having for my own dinner – or when.

~ The Husband let me order a new hookah online today, since we ultimately had to throw away the one he brought home from Iraq. I’m not yet convinced there are words to express how excited I am about it.

~ not only will their be no delay in partial pay from the military after last week’s barely avoided gov’t shut down, but we’ll even be getting the whole check on the regularly scheduled payday – just as a couple of separate deposits.

~ with the kids being sick and me burning my candles at both ends to take care of them & still talk to The Husband, I’m getting sick myself.

~ still can’t sleep to rest my weary soul. holding out some hope that the hookah will help me relax to somewhat solve my dilemma.

~ Pippi Longstockings is just as entertaining to my kids, today, as it was to me when I was their age, 20 years ago…which amuses (and shames) me, endlessly.

~ dresses of all styles, colors, and lengths are in my future for this summer, on account of it’s high time I put some more variety into my wardrobe.