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Unicorn Puke

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Like many others, I like to have nice things. Or, at least something new or different every once in a while. You know upgrade, update, etc. But, at this point in my life when looking at new things I have to remind myself, “We can’t have nice things-we have children.”  So decisions for what to buy are based around these key questions: Can it be washed? Will it show dirt, food,…..boogers? (Yes, boogers-this is a question that must be asked, this also applies to clothing for mothers. It doesn’t matter how many Kleenexes you stuff in their pockets and yours, they will inevitably wipe their nose on your shirt, pants whatever you are wearing at their “nose level”)  Is it something that will be easily broken, scratched or destroyed just by looking at it? Will I be able to get stickers off of it? (I despise stickers -and the kids seem to get them from everyone-doctor, dentist, Walmart. And don’t get me started on stickers that have gone through the washer and the dryer on clothing!)

It’s been a tough few days around here for our “things” between stickers on the TV, gymnastics gone wrong in the house and unicorn puke.

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She’s A One-Eyed Pig-Oink, Oink!

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Humor is my crutch. I turn to it when I am happy, mad, sad, silly, and nervous, especially nervous. I also use it to snap my kids out of a funk.  If they are mad or upset, I start making up a song and they can’t help but laugh at and get in a better mood. Oh, they try to stay mad, but then I point out that I can see they want to smile and they start laughing and join in with me.

One particular song is about my middle child’s piggy bank.

Exhibit A:

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Why Can’t We Get Out The Door?

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Why is it so hard to get out the door with kids?

It’s like there is some kind of force field in that area of the house-repelling people from the door.

Someone has to go potty, someone else can’t find her shoes/coat/ hat/mittens/backpack or ALL of the above. Someone else is on slow speed. Someone doesn’t want to wear those shoes or a coat. There is always some “crisis” that prevents a peaceful, fast, easy exit.

Sometimes I reminisce of the days I just walked out the door whenever I wanted to.  It was so easy (although when I did run late, I only had myself to blame) I would look at the time, get up, put on my shoes and casually walk to the car and go.  AND, I could go ANYWHERE at ANY time!

Now, I feel like a coach, referee, warden, privet eye, and don’t forget crazy person running around with her head cut off! Don’t get me wrong, I love my children and would not want to live my life without them. But seriously, just get out the door and to the car already! It shouldn’t be this hard or take as long as it does.

Meanwhile, the clock keeps ticking away. The minutes pass like seconds. Like sands through the hour-glass, so are the days of our lives 😉 .

 

My Tasmanian Devils

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Seriously! How do my kids make such a mess in such a short amount of time? You guys, I swear they are the offspring of Taz the Tasmanian Devil from the Looney Tunes!

Our middle child happens to have the largest bedroom which is the room of choice to destroy play in. I swear, it constantly looks like the room threw up.

Then, when I have the audacity to tell them they need to clean it up, you would think I have just asked them to move the world to a different universe by their reaction.

Fingers are pointing and mouths are whining about who played with what and who made what mess. I start hearing that they can’t put x y z away. I then point out that it is just like taking it out, except backwards. So, if they were able to take it out, they should be able to pick it back up and put it where they found it. Then someone has amnesia and “doesn’t know where this goes”-Oh, Lord help me!!

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Breaking In the New Year

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As I wrote in my last post, Waving the White Flag, our youngest ended up fracturing her arm on New Years Day.

Now, I should tell you that she is very active, ambitious, and a risk taker. This is her second broken bone and she just had stitches on the back of her head a few months ago.  This kid can’t catch a break! (Yah, I heard it too, that is probably not the best phrase to use since that is what she seems to catch)

Anyhow, she was walking down the stairs carrying the iPad and her puke bowl and she had 2 steps to go-2 steps!-carpeted steps! and she trips and falls into the carpeted living room on her arm.  She is crying and holding her hand. It is lunch time, so I am thinking, lets eat, she can then take a rest and when she gets up it should be fine. I mean, it was only 2 stairs and a slow easy fall- right?

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