Blur

Officially, this weekend is a blur. We think we had fun! We started tball, soccer, took down a tree, 1 kid with strep, shared visit with inlaws, did taxes, laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning, dance pictures (big deal, makeup, bun (this is a whole post on its own etc) a little wine for good measure, babysitting and worked. I have some cute pictures to post but I can't find the cord that hooks my camera to the computer. Later on that.

During that whole time we were worried b/c Big Sis was brought to the ER this morning because she has been vomiting since last Wed! They hydrated her, gave her anti-nausea medicine and called it a virus. We all determined that they call EVERYTHING a virus these days.

However, we are truly thankful she is back at home and getting a little better per BIL. I am looking forward to talking to her Monday to know she is gaining strength.

I am blurry-eyed caused by the blur. Off to bed I go.

Just One Question to Ponder

As I apply clorox bleach pen, stain stick and oxyclean to my sons uniform I wonder, why are baseball pants white?

10 Things I Realized This Week

I have been accused of not writing enough lately. Guilty.

10 things I realized this week:

1) I love that my kids play sports.
2) My kids play too many sports.
3) Peanut butter and fluff can be supper in a pinch.
4) I have already been awake 3 1/2 (busy) hours before I arrive at work each day.
5) Many third graders still pick their noses.
6) When your principal enters your classroom it ='s momentarily loss of teachability.
7) Distance truly makes the heart grow fonder (missed you again hubby).
8) Some people live to be noitalls.
9) My kids are hysterical.
10)I miss sleep.

A Good Start to the Week

Monday morning I was helping cherub 3 get dressed and he exclaimed, "I get to wear my new Patriots sweatshirt? WAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!" He was screaming, jumping and laughing with excitement. I said to cherubs 1 & 2, "Wow, I wish I could get that excited about what I was wearing."

Pause.

"I get to wear my black sweater to work? WAHOO! WAHOO! WAHOO!" I giggled, while dancing in circles.

We all broke into ghales of laughter for a few minutes. Happy Morning!

Scream Away

Most families have a bedtime routine. We read books and sing songs before tucking snug as a bug in a rug. It is always the same 4 songs too. Started with lullaby. Mr Sun was added on years later. Hubby added Rudolph and Silent night (he said he didn't know any other songs). Imagine singing xmas carols everyday, all year! So now we sound like the A.D.D. song people, it is a lullaby, nopes its xmas, nope it's a lullaby, ha, it's xmas. But hey, it works, the cherubs pass out to the lovely sound of my voice.

Except tonight.

Cherub 2 is SCREAMING from his bed, "You didn't sing silent night! You didn't sing silent night! No you didn't, no you didn't, no you DID UNT" Which of course I did.

I have tried the nice sweet mommy approach, the tough mommy approach and now I am just letting him scream. I would put on a vaccuum if it wouldn't wake the other two. This must have been what it was like to have a colicky baby, scream, scream, scream.

Pretty soon I am gonna scream (and cry). Oh, and I do know that it would have been easier to just SING IT AGAIN but now it is a matter of principle. As college roomie says, it can go from so good to sooooo bad, so fast.

Grocery Store of the Future

I found myself wondering around the grocery store tonight at 9pm thinking of a time when I didn't worry on a Sunday night if there was milk in the fridge, fishies in the closet and tons of fresh fruit on hand prior to the start of the week.

These were my thoughts as I FELL ASLEEP standing up while waiting for my turkey at the deli. Yup, the scary deli guy (are you allowed to have long hair and work at a deli?) woke me up with "how much turkey did you want"?

I slept walked through the rest of the store while filling my cart and remembered that it doesn't matter how tired I am, I wouldn't give up my naps at the grocery store in a millions years to go back to life before my kids. (Although having a real nap...not in a store wouldn't hurt!)

The picture above is the new and improved grocery store for moms. The plan is that you walk in, hand someone your list and snuggle up in a bed while someone shops for you. A TRUE nap at the grocery store.

First Day with New Teacher

Set Scene:
Big Sis is traveling with baby nephew (also age 4) and cherub 3 in (loser cruiser) mini-van. I can say that b/c I am a proud owner of one, baby blue, woman demoralizing, sure to squash your sexyside away, vehicle. Oops, got off track there.

BN teaching Cherub 3 how to look cross-eyed w/out knowing the word cross-eyed:
BN- "You have to have your eyes touch your nose."
Cherub 3- Tries to follow directions.
BN- "No, you did not touch your nose."
Cherub 3- Tries again.
Cherub 3- Frustrated, tries again trying to use his hands to help.

Big Sis resists bursting out laughing (and tries not to run off road).