Letting it out

What I should be doing

Typically, I'm a non-stop cleaning freak.  Freak, I know.  Before school let out, I planned to clean the walls, paint the living room, clean the carpets, potty train Addyson, and do some purging.

I have a few weeks of summer left and I have done only a few things.  It's not that I don't have time, but I just don't want to.  I have spent more time than not in my pajamas.  I have spent more time sitting than moving (probably why I have gained 5 pounds - and I'm sure those mondo cookies have something to do with it too - but shhh!).  I pop a squat on the floor and get attacked by the kiddos, mostly the twins.  Kinsley always finds a way to comb my hair (more like yank it out strand by strand).  Eligh seems to head butt me at least once a day (still have a nice scar from the other day's head butt).  Addyson loves to balance on my stomach/back (not only balance, but then jump up and down).  I have decided that before I return to work, I will be chopping my hair.  I can't stand the constant pulling of the hair, and wearing it up every single day.  Mostly, I have spent the summer doing a whole lot of nothing.   

We have painted the living room, continually purge (even getting some money from some of these purges), organized rooms here and there, and done the bare minimum for cleaning. 

We did take a vacation to Disney, been on a couple dates with Cody, relaxed more then I ever have, and truly enjoyed every second of every day of my summer break. 

And now, with weeks of vacation left I have started potty training.  Scream and run away.  We are on day 2.  Laugh.  Who knows what will happen, if anything.  I am going to go tonight to buy some stickers and make a chart to help give Addyson something to visualize as she hopefully, some day uses the potty (besides once a day).  I'm scared of what I'm entering, as we had a day full of 4 accidents, one major clean-up that yes, I made Addyson help pick up.  My child, though, found cleaning up enjoyable, as she has OCD and loves to clean any and everything.  Shit, she has probably cleaned more walls than I have this summer.  

I'm sure I'm going to hit a time when I'm cleaning like a madwoman again, probably sooner than later as I think the mom is coming down here.  She told me that she would let me know her official dates today.  Those carpets that need to be cleaned, will be cleaned, those walls that need to be scrubbed a little more, will be scrubbed, those rooms that need to be reorganized, will be reorganized, and the stress that I have put away will be back as I await her arrival. 

Wordless Wednesdays - Double the madness/pretty toes

Bathing two is both quick and crazy.

And a first

Summer tv with a dash of infertility

Have you all seen this slap in the face show?  "16 and Pregnant?"  No, probably not.  Instead you are smart and simply skip over such nonsense.  Not I.  I am a glutton for punishment.  It's like driving by a car wreck, you know you shouldn't watch but you can't help but watch.  I have watched a couple here and there when there is nothing else on at night and Cody has fallen asleep after a long day. 

Here I sit tonight watching this stupid show and hear the following:  "First the air force, then the prom; this pregnancy is getting in the way of everything."

I guess you should have thought about that when you did not use protection at 16!!!  This show pisses me off the more and more I see it, but again, I just can't stop watching it!  These children are having children and are flaunting it all over the tv.  They show little struggles here and there, but for the most part another child watching this show will still believe having a child at a young age is no big deal.  There was one episode where the girl was so excited to see her baby girl, so she could dress her up!  WTF?! 

Another random moment that made me pressrewind on my dvr was on another summer tv show that will be over next week:  "Here come the Newlyweds."  The challenge the couples had to complete today started with the host saying the following:  "You know what they say; first comes love, then comes marriage, and...."  A baby.  I cringed thinking about these three couples standing next to a stroller and a baby doll; hoping they would not be jinxed. 

Cookies, cookies, cookies

Who in their right mind does not love cookies? 

Well, why not buy THE  best cookies you will ever eat?  Kym at I'm a Smart One'shusband has opened his own little cookie store.  I am not just another blogger supporting Kym, but a true friend of the family.  Frank, the kickass stay at home dad, can cook like no other.  Once you eat any of his food, your mouth will be craving more.  This past weekend, our families came together to celebrate the 4th and I was so lucky to eat some of his famous tequila lime ribs.  Pick up the drool off of your computer so you don't ruin your keypad.  I have been so lucky to taste many of his marvelous creations, and now he is going to sell one of his most famous creations, HUGE cookies.  Kym has blogged both in the past and presentabout these cookies being so yummy and how it is nearly impossible to eat the whole cookie (it is THAT big).  Well, umm, yeah I have eaten a whole cookie in one sitting.  It is huge and definitely fills you up, but it is so damn good you can't put the calorie induced cookie down, I promise you. 

If you could, go stop by and check out his new bakery and if you are interested, go ahead and post a little advertisement about his new shop.  Oh, and of course, you have GOT to try these insanely yummy, bigger

Inexperienced

I know I promised to write about my amazing hero as well as all the other heroes in the world from the past, today, tomorrow, and our future; but something occurred this morning that I had to address. I would like to ask all of you to take a moment away from the grill, drinks, laughter, and fireworks and remember what you are celebrating.  Think about all the men and women from the past who fought for our independence as well as those who continue to fight each and every single day.  Just a short little moment of reflection is all I ask. 

 

So, the events from this morning were something that I have never faced in all my 2+ years of being a mother.  Nothing could have prepared me for the following:

6:27 Kinsley is crying in her room.  I roll over and think I'll just lay here a little longer. 

6:35 Kinsley hasn't stopped crying and is not in the greatest of moods.  Cody gets out of bed, and I follow. 

6:40:  Cody is cooking breakfast for the twins (microwave) and fixing their cups.  I start heading to the twins' bedroom.  Just as I round the corner to face their bedroom door I'm slapped in the face with a smell so horrid that I had to take a step back to get some fresh air, or vomit would escape me. 

6:45:  I take a deep breath and open the door.  Think of the shower scene from Psycho the realization of something you were totally unprepared for happening.  Horrible analogy, but the music from that scene shot through my head as I stepped closer to Kinsley's crib and realized that the wet spot I stepped in was poop dripping from her crib.  Yes, hold your hand over your mouth as you try to hold in the vomit.  I, on the other hand, simply wiped up my poop stained toe and took my shitty baby out of her bed.  There was shit everywhere.  After stripping her down and letting her eat breakfast in just a diaper, she was going straight to a bath. 

7:15:  Eligh made the grunty, beat-red face to get out his morning poop.  Cody grabbed Eligh out of his crib, took him to his room to change him into his clothes and I instantly hear, "Oh my GOSH!!!!  Holy crap!!"  Instead of looking at the scene, I simply giggled.  Yes, I giggled.  I was the one who was so lucky to step in poop so he could handle changing a full diaper. 

7:20:  I took Kinsley out of her high chair and get her ready for her bath to see that Cody has not one towel sitting on the floor near the bath, but two towels.  "Babe, why is Eligh getting a bath?"  "Oh, because the wet spot I thought was formula up by Eligh's neck was poop. I have no idea how he pooped up his back and to his neck while sitting down, but he did." 

No diaper changing situation could have prepared me for my morning, and I have changed a LOT of diapers in the past 2+ years, A LOT! 

Lesson learned - you will never be completely prepared for what life brings you, especially when it comes to shitty diapers. 

Happy 4th my friends, happy 4th!