So, eyah, squeamish warning and all that, but seriously? if you read the title, you shouldn't need it.
Hermes is at about %90 right now. Healthy enough to be annoying, ill enough to attempt to use it in his favor.
Thor and Loki, on the other hand, well, last night, I honestly thought things had turned around, and when they ate brunch this morning, and I managed more than 18 vomit free hours? Yeah, I thought I was in the clear.
That was until an hour ago, when I had tandem vomit happenning Loki woke from his nap, came downstairs, sat next to Thor on the couch, and proceded to hork while having his pants changed. Hit my left leg from the knee down. Loki set off Thor, who hit a good third of the living room, and my right leg, from calf down, as well as filling up one of Hubby's tennis shoes.
So, the couch blankets are in the wash again, as are my jeans, hubby's shoes, the clothes both boys were wearing, and then the floor was dininfected.
Hermes had to spend some time in his room after that, though, to take some time to think about the fact that making puke jokes, while your brothers are horking on your mom, is not the smartest thing you could do.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
welcome to spring break- the washer and shower are that way
WARNING FOR THE SQUEAMISH_ THERE IS VOMIT AHEAD
Hermes was sick last week. He is still not "above the weather" as he likes to say.
Last night, Thor and Loki joined the ranks of the ill at the house.
I have spent most of the last 24 hours clening up vomit, and enticing liquids, oyster crackers, and applesauce into young'ens so that, if nothing else, they have something to come back up.
Thor being ill is a killer. Prior to getting his tonsils out, almsot two years ago now, he vomited regularly. He rarely does anymore, though. He has Excorsist like range, and it hurts him, and then he cries, and the most heartbreaking thing, he says he is so very sorry. It kills. It breaks your heart. It makes it much easier to be forgiving when he vomits all over you, and your clean bed, at 8:20 in the morning (yeah, that was my morning).
Loki seems to not have what his brothers do, he seems to be suffering from sinus drainage, probably cold or allergy related, judging by the weather, and other indicators, that I am not going to get into, but any one who has ever dealt with mass quantities of up-chuck could explain.
I am in a place where I don't know how I am feeling. I am tired and sore, but thqt could be from not sleeping well. I am a wee bit nausious, but have been dealing with vomit since tuesday night. So, I could either be getting sick, or I could just be sick of everyone else being sick.
I would like to leave you with a bit of wisdom, by way of Hermes - "Momma, why do people say 'the other day'? That makes no sense, there are more than two days, so it cannot really be the other day, now, can it?"
Hermes was sick last week. He is still not "above the weather" as he likes to say.
Last night, Thor and Loki joined the ranks of the ill at the house.
I have spent most of the last 24 hours clening up vomit, and enticing liquids, oyster crackers, and applesauce into young'ens so that, if nothing else, they have something to come back up.
Thor being ill is a killer. Prior to getting his tonsils out, almsot two years ago now, he vomited regularly. He rarely does anymore, though. He has Excorsist like range, and it hurts him, and then he cries, and the most heartbreaking thing, he says he is so very sorry. It kills. It breaks your heart. It makes it much easier to be forgiving when he vomits all over you, and your clean bed, at 8:20 in the morning (yeah, that was my morning).
Loki seems to not have what his brothers do, he seems to be suffering from sinus drainage, probably cold or allergy related, judging by the weather, and other indicators, that I am not going to get into, but any one who has ever dealt with mass quantities of up-chuck could explain.
I am in a place where I don't know how I am feeling. I am tired and sore, but thqt could be from not sleeping well. I am a wee bit nausious, but have been dealing with vomit since tuesday night. So, I could either be getting sick, or I could just be sick of everyone else being sick.
I would like to leave you with a bit of wisdom, by way of Hermes - "Momma, why do people say 'the other day'? That makes no sense, there are more than two days, so it cannot really be the other day, now, can it?"
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Yay!
So, Friend who crashes on our couch had a job interview with Home Depot today. Friend totally got hired, on the spot, after not even half an hour of interview time. He starts the first week in April. At this point, it is part time and seasonal, but they already put in writing that he has first dibs on the full time possition and first dibs on permanent possitions as long as he lives up to his awe inspiring customer service reputation.
In order to celebrate him being all manly-man with a job again, I made him a tasty lunch, a manly lunch, an adult lunch, of Alphabet tater tos and cheesy chicken nuggets =P
In order to celebrate him being all manly-man with a job again, I made him a tasty lunch, a manly lunch, an adult lunch, of Alphabet tater tos and cheesy chicken nuggets =P
Friday, March 20, 2009
just one of those weeks
I know, I know, it's been a week when I promised to try and update regularly. Thing is, it's just been one of those weeks. One of those weeks where nothing quite works right, nothing happens exactly when it should, and no one is is all together there.
four years ago, about this time, my sister was diagnosed as being bipolar. In fact, four years ago wednesday is the day she was released from spending a week in the mental ward of the hospital. That time in our lives brought us much closer together, as sisters, and as friends. I tried to be there for her as much as I could, and she has returned the favor in kind over the years.
A few days ago, a good friend called me after being released from just shy of three full days in a mental ward of a hospital. She has been diagnosed as bipolar, and is now in the fun and exciting land of having meds tweaked until the right combination is found, therapy, lots and lots of therapy, and trying to raise two young sons with her husband. I am doing what I can to be a good friend to her, and she is doing the same, in kind.
Hubby, well, Hubby can be an ass, and it seems to come out when I need him the most. This is something I am attempting to deal with.
Hermes is in week two of three, four-day school weeks. We have his conferences next Thursday evening, which always fills me with dread, not because I am worried about what they will say about him, that's almost always the same, but because I always worry a bit about what THEY will think of ME. I know I am not the stereotypical mom, and sometimes I worry that it affects how others see him.
Thor is, well, Thor. He seems to ba having more bad days than good as of late, but fewer in betweeny days. He is able to give us a little heads-up, normally, on what sort of day he is having, so that helps.
Loki? An amazing monkey. He is flexible, smart, and sometimes breaks my heart by being normal. It can be hard to see him take normal leeps of logic, and not ahve it happen to Thor.
I try very hard to make sure he gets momma/loki time, just us, stories and dancing, normally, as I fear that he just isn't getting enough of me.
I also fear, sometimes, that there just sin't enough of me to go around.
four years ago, about this time, my sister was diagnosed as being bipolar. In fact, four years ago wednesday is the day she was released from spending a week in the mental ward of the hospital. That time in our lives brought us much closer together, as sisters, and as friends. I tried to be there for her as much as I could, and she has returned the favor in kind over the years.
A few days ago, a good friend called me after being released from just shy of three full days in a mental ward of a hospital. She has been diagnosed as bipolar, and is now in the fun and exciting land of having meds tweaked until the right combination is found, therapy, lots and lots of therapy, and trying to raise two young sons with her husband. I am doing what I can to be a good friend to her, and she is doing the same, in kind.
Hubby, well, Hubby can be an ass, and it seems to come out when I need him the most. This is something I am attempting to deal with.
Hermes is in week two of three, four-day school weeks. We have his conferences next Thursday evening, which always fills me with dread, not because I am worried about what they will say about him, that's almost always the same, but because I always worry a bit about what THEY will think of ME. I know I am not the stereotypical mom, and sometimes I worry that it affects how others see him.
Thor is, well, Thor. He seems to ba having more bad days than good as of late, but fewer in betweeny days. He is able to give us a little heads-up, normally, on what sort of day he is having, so that helps.
Loki? An amazing monkey. He is flexible, smart, and sometimes breaks my heart by being normal. It can be hard to see him take normal leeps of logic, and not ahve it happen to Thor.
I try very hard to make sure he gets momma/loki time, just us, stories and dancing, normally, as I fear that he just isn't getting enough of me.
I also fear, sometimes, that there just sin't enough of me to go around.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
so, it's been three days
I know I said I was going to post daily or every other daily, but once again, real life got in the way. I am having twinges that mean either kidney or gall stone, and that sucks. Hermes was ill on March 10th, so I was dealing with him, and wonder of wonders, Thor said a bratty 'no!', I was tripping the border between pissed off and proud momma so hard, I damned near gave myself whiplash.
For those who are new here, and haven't read the archive, or for those who just don't know or remember, Thor is on the Autism spectrum, and has a whole slew of acronyms to go with it. Part of the fall out from all of this is that he is not always age appropriate, and he doesn't always express himself properly. For me to telll him to go to his room, and him to look at me and say "No!" is HUGE! It sucks, as I totally had to discipline him, and explain that when Momma tells you to do something, no is not the correct answer, but I was soo puffy chested proud at that moment. He did something that was normal not normal for him, but normal for any 4.5 year old.
Loki, on the other hand, is becoming even more of a monkey. I have had to tell him repeatedly in the last few days that we do not eat with our feet and ankles resting on the table. He does this while strapped into his booster seat. Imagine, if you will, almost three year old boy, but in a chair, elbows resting on the table as he eats his peanut butter sandwich, milk on his right, and his feet and ankles swung up over the outside of his frame, to rest on the table. Yeah...monkey.
Also, I have been dealing with some personal shit right now. It sucks, it's complicated, it's confusing, it's frustrating, and yeah...
Till next time, loyal readers, till next time.
For those who are new here, and haven't read the archive, or for those who just don't know or remember, Thor is on the Autism spectrum, and has a whole slew of acronyms to go with it. Part of the fall out from all of this is that he is not always age appropriate, and he doesn't always express himself properly. For me to telll him to go to his room, and him to look at me and say "No!" is HUGE! It sucks, as I totally had to discipline him, and explain that when Momma tells you to do something, no is not the correct answer, but I was soo puffy chested proud at that moment. He did something that was normal not normal for him, but normal for any 4.5 year old.
Loki, on the other hand, is becoming even more of a monkey. I have had to tell him repeatedly in the last few days that we do not eat with our feet and ankles resting on the table. He does this while strapped into his booster seat. Imagine, if you will, almost three year old boy, but in a chair, elbows resting on the table as he eats his peanut butter sandwich, milk on his right, and his feet and ankles swung up over the outside of his frame, to rest on the table. Yeah...monkey.
Also, I have been dealing with some personal shit right now. It sucks, it's complicated, it's confusing, it's frustrating, and yeah...
Till next time, loyal readers, till next time.
Monday, March 09, 2009
It's March 9th...duh!
Hermes is home from school today Amazingly, it is not because he is sick. In reality, it's a teacher development day at The Palace of Learning. I aksed Hermes over the weekend why he had no school today, though, and he replied "Well, Mom...it's March Ninth...duh!" Of Course! Why didn't I think of that, 3-09 means no school! Wevs...
I should have taken a shower roughly 40 minutes ago. I had every intention of taking a shower, I had my towel ready, I had clothes ready, but I totally forgot to factor in the insanity the younger two members of the Pantheon, Thor and Loki, would cause.
Daylight Savings rolled yesterday. Clockes were set ahead an hour. Thor's internal clock did not reset yet. As far as he is concerned, it is too early for SuperWhy or Sid the Science Kid. It is too early to be so tired, it is too early for (insert anything here) his insanity over this is affecting Loki, as the two of them play off of each other all the time, emotion and attitude wise. This insanity is leading to massive quantities of willful disobedience (the new term for misbehaving in housewife land- think Joan Crawford being all No Wire Hangers!!! and you can almost get the tone used for Willful Disobediance! whic Thor and Loki proudly announce they are doing)
I am hectic, but this seems to be a constant. I recently reread my entire blog, and realized that I use the word hectic as a self descriptor way too much.
Things are...interesting...for me at the moment. I have a lot of stuff to figure out and deal with, Hermes is too damned smart for anyones good, Thor, well...I will do a thor intensive post later, and Loki is a smart-ass.
Life is life, it is good, bad, happy, upset, suprising, predictable, red, grean, up and down all at once.
I should have taken a shower roughly 40 minutes ago. I had every intention of taking a shower, I had my towel ready, I had clothes ready, but I totally forgot to factor in the insanity the younger two members of the Pantheon, Thor and Loki, would cause.
Daylight Savings rolled yesterday. Clockes were set ahead an hour. Thor's internal clock did not reset yet. As far as he is concerned, it is too early for SuperWhy or Sid the Science Kid. It is too early to be so tired, it is too early for (insert anything here) his insanity over this is affecting Loki, as the two of them play off of each other all the time, emotion and attitude wise. This insanity is leading to massive quantities of willful disobedience (the new term for misbehaving in housewife land- think Joan Crawford being all No Wire Hangers!!! and you can almost get the tone used for Willful Disobediance! whic Thor and Loki proudly announce they are doing)
I am hectic, but this seems to be a constant. I recently reread my entire blog, and realized that I use the word hectic as a self descriptor way too much.
Things are...interesting...for me at the moment. I have a lot of stuff to figure out and deal with, Hermes is too damned smart for anyones good, Thor, well...I will do a thor intensive post later, and Loki is a smart-ass.
Life is life, it is good, bad, happy, upset, suprising, predictable, red, grean, up and down all at once.
Saturday, March 07, 2009
hangover
I went out drinking with a dear friend last night, and it rocked. No kids, no worries, no responsibilities, no driving by me. Just music at an irish pub, and irish booze.
Granted, I am dealing with it now, and I had to deal with explaining why I needed to go out to certain peoples in the first place (sigh) but it was totally worth it.
I will write more later today or tomorrow, when my brain is actually functional, but I said I would be posting more, and I am doing it, dammit!
Seriously, I got to be me last night for the first time in so long, and it was nice.
Granted, I am dealing with it now, and I had to deal with explaining why I needed to go out to certain peoples in the first place (sigh) but it was totally worth it.
I will write more later today or tomorrow, when my brain is actually functional, but I said I would be posting more, and I am doing it, dammit!
Seriously, I got to be me last night for the first time in so long, and it was nice.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
look at this, it's the next day!
See, readers, it's the next day, and I am in fact, writing a post.
As I touched on in my last post, I have a large amount of stuff that I am working through. I am doing OK with this, though. I realized that there is a lot of shit from my past that needs to be worked out, and there is a lot of current shit, too. The current shit cannot ever be resolved if I don't deal with the past shit.
I am working on balancing the mom-me, wife-me, student-me, and, well, me.
I am working on remembering who I am, and that I do much of what I do to help my family, but for ME as well.
I am reconnecting with dear old friends, catching up, finding where, when, and how our paths diverged, and so on.
Once again, to reitterate, I am actually doing OK.
I am getting a bit more OK every day.
As I touched on in my last post, I have a large amount of stuff that I am working through. I am doing OK with this, though. I realized that there is a lot of shit from my past that needs to be worked out, and there is a lot of current shit, too. The current shit cannot ever be resolved if I don't deal with the past shit.
I am working on balancing the mom-me, wife-me, student-me, and, well, me.
I am working on remembering who I am, and that I do much of what I do to help my family, but for ME as well.
I am reconnecting with dear old friends, catching up, finding where, when, and how our paths diverged, and so on.
Once again, to reitterate, I am actually doing OK.
I am getting a bit more OK every day.
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Over a month! I am so sorry dear readers.
I am sure that many of you in my large readership, all 13 of you, have been wondering what happened to me. Did I give up blogging? Was I eaten by my children, The Pantheon, after not having dinner done on time? Was I ubducted by aliens looking for a cure to ADD before realizing I was sooo not the person with that? Did I get caught in a horrible avelanch? The answer to these questions is: no; no; possibly; i don't think so.
Actually, I have been really busy, and a wee bit ectic, and every time I sit down to write, something comes up that needs to be delt with immediately- this is the life of a mom of three. Real life often gets in the way, and sometimes, it drives me a little nuts. Seriously, I am doing OK, but it's sometimes scary that I will break into tears once the boys are resting, as I don't seem to get any time to just myself anymore.
I have talked some to the hubby about this, and he is going to make sure I get time to myself more often.
I have a few ideas floating around in my head, they have been for a while, so I decided it was time to act on them. One ofthe things I will do in my non mom non student time is learn to play the guitar. I have always wanted to be part of a chick band, even if it's never anyhting more than a "garage band". I am also going to start getting some of my fashion designs down on paper, then on fabric. I am still getting my accounting degree, fear not, readers, but I need to do this for me.
I realized, recently, how not 'Me' I am anymore. I am always being everything for everyone else, and I need to be me for me.
Right now, I am typing this on a break at school, so I need to go, but guess what Loyal Readers? Part of me being me for me means I will be posting here daily or every other daily for a while.
Talk to you all soon
HW2K
Actually, I have been really busy, and a wee bit ectic, and every time I sit down to write, something comes up that needs to be delt with immediately- this is the life of a mom of three. Real life often gets in the way, and sometimes, it drives me a little nuts. Seriously, I am doing OK, but it's sometimes scary that I will break into tears once the boys are resting, as I don't seem to get any time to just myself anymore.
I have talked some to the hubby about this, and he is going to make sure I get time to myself more often.
I have a few ideas floating around in my head, they have been for a while, so I decided it was time to act on them. One ofthe things I will do in my non mom non student time is learn to play the guitar. I have always wanted to be part of a chick band, even if it's never anyhting more than a "garage band". I am also going to start getting some of my fashion designs down on paper, then on fabric. I am still getting my accounting degree, fear not, readers, but I need to do this for me.
I realized, recently, how not 'Me' I am anymore. I am always being everything for everyone else, and I need to be me for me.
Right now, I am typing this on a break at school, so I need to go, but guess what Loyal Readers? Part of me being me for me means I will be posting here daily or every other daily for a while.
Talk to you all soon
HW2K
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
school
So, I am doing pretty good at making sure that everything gets done well, and in a timely fashion.
I was rather panicked when, last week, I noticed at the last minute that there was a sociology paper due, and I didn't recall ever seeing it on the syllabus.
Suprise! The original sylubus was incomplete, and there is a paper due damned near every week, PLUS our term paper/research project.
I can do this, I am not worried about the, and business only has one paper/project, it's just the Surprise! Factor that unsettles me. It is going to involve a lot of rearranging to my schedule to get this done, and that means taking some time away from the boys, which I really don't want to do.
I was rather panicked when, last week, I noticed at the last minute that there was a sociology paper due, and I didn't recall ever seeing it on the syllabus.
Suprise! The original sylubus was incomplete, and there is a paper due damned near every week, PLUS our term paper/research project.
I can do this, I am not worried about the, and business only has one paper/project, it's just the Surprise! Factor that unsettles me. It is going to involve a lot of rearranging to my schedule to get this done, and that means taking some time away from the boys, which I really don't want to do.
Friday, January 09, 2009
I want Hunger.
So, last night, I am watching TV, and I see the new WEight Watchers commercial. In it, is Hunger- the cutest furry muppetty thing EVAH. All I could do upon seeing him was the squeal about how much I wanted him, to feed him cookies and coffe, to cuddle him.
The commercial was all about 'fighting hunger' and it gave the oh so insightful statement that on their new plan option, you fought hunger by eating more filling foods.
Got that, it's a novel and new concept, but if you are hungry, eat foods that fill you up!!
I know! Who ever would have thought that maybe a PB&J would be more filling than, say.....an entire head of celery?
The commercial was all about 'fighting hunger' and it gave the oh so insightful statement that on their new plan option, you fought hunger by eating more filling foods.
Got that, it's a novel and new concept, but if you are hungry, eat foods that fill you up!!
I know! Who ever would have thought that maybe a PB&J would be more filling than, say.....an entire head of celery?
Saturday, December 27, 2008
OMG, POTTY!!!!
Total potty count for Loki for christmas day- 3, yes folks, three! ONce at my mom's and twice at home after a rediculously long nap. He asked/told us at home, as well, it wasn't a case of changing pants in the bathroom and asking 'cause the opportunity was there, like at my mom's. No, Loki walked up, said "Potty please, NOW!!!" we ran in, sat him down, and viola! Pee, in the potty!
We had two more trips last night, and one so far today.
Can you tell that I have been dealing with daipers/pull-ups for the last 7.5 years? Seriously, Hermes was at the tail end of training when Thor was born, and Thor is in the 'stay one step ahead of Loki" stage of training.
Seriously, I will be done with daipers in all their forms, other than 'goodnight pants"** in a few months or so...WOOHOO!!!
***Goodnight pants are essentially pull-ups for overnight. They are designed in brief style for younger boys (think 4 and under) and in 'boxer' styles for boys 4 and up. Loki shouldn't need tham for too long, if at all, but with Thor's sensory issues, he will not wake up if he has to use the potty, and this way, we will not be changing sheets so often, and hey look and feel more like boxer briefs than a pull-up.
We had two more trips last night, and one so far today.
Can you tell that I have been dealing with daipers/pull-ups for the last 7.5 years? Seriously, Hermes was at the tail end of training when Thor was born, and Thor is in the 'stay one step ahead of Loki" stage of training.
Seriously, I will be done with daipers in all their forms, other than 'goodnight pants"** in a few months or so...WOOHOO!!!
***Goodnight pants are essentially pull-ups for overnight. They are designed in brief style for younger boys (think 4 and under) and in 'boxer' styles for boys 4 and up. Loki shouldn't need tham for too long, if at all, but with Thor's sensory issues, he will not wake up if he has to use the potty, and this way, we will not be changing sheets so often, and hey look and feel more like boxer briefs than a pull-up.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
It's Chrsitmas!
Christmas day has, so far, been awesome. Chrsitmas at my mom's was smaller this year, but in many ways that made it better. There was a lot more thought put into the gifts, and everyone really seemd to enjoy what the recieved. The adult kids gift exchange had a smaller limit this year, but we were stil able to get everyone what they really wanted. I got Buppy to movies she really wanted, plus an awesome dragon calander, Hubby got an illistrated guide to his favorite book series, My step-bro got me an "Omg! Ponies" shirt which I will undoubtedly wear to death, and Hubby got the future BIL two pair of much needed gloves. The boys got awesome presents from everyone, clothing, books, toys, all of it appreciated. Right now, Thor is napping with the giant stuffed Elmo that santa brought him, an Elmo that went every where with us today, even wearing a sweat jacket out and about, as Thor did not want him to get cold, Loki is sleeping with the stuffed pup he got from one of his brother's last night. Hermes is currently playing with his Pirate themed Lego set he got from his Auntie Sistah Girl (who loved the coloing book I got her- yes, we are an odd family, why?
There was an odd thing that occured with gifts this year. One of the smaller items Hermes got from Santa was a Capt'n Jack Sparrow action figure, yesterday, he got a large Pirates of the Carribean coloring set, 8 markers, 4 twistable crayons, and 20 large coloring sheets, and then he got the Pirate lego set from Sistah Girl. He is really happy about all of these, as he can assemble his legos, set up the posters he colos around it,m and have Capt'n Jack as a giant over the legos. Smart kid.
A few things really stand out for me from today. It was a really enjoyable breakfast, first off. Loki behaved as well as can be expected from a two year old on Christmas. Hermes was as patient as you can expect a 7 year old to be, and Thor di amazingly well, making sure to wish everyone a Marrr-ee Christsmasts! One of the gifts Hubby and I recieved from Mom-the hipple and Cool-jazz dad was a Mandarin Chinese Immersion set, so that we can actually understand Hermes, and help him with school stuff.
One of the greatest gifts, though, was a non tangible. Loki peed on the potty at Mom's. I am thrilled, as this means that come this time next year (sooner actually, but I don't want to jynx it) I will be done with daipering all together!! No more stinky pants for me!
One of the other great things, every thing ran smoothely, everyone was hppy, there were no dissapointments, so snark, no fights, it was just a good, relaxing day.
I needed that after yesterady, when everything was running a good hour and a half later than we were told, so Loki was overtired, Thor was melting down repeatedly before dinner was even served, and it was jsut tense for Hubby and I. I came home from that, spent about n hour being numb, another hour crying, and some more time fuming, before BIL and SIL came over to do a gift exchange (HellBoy II: the Golden Army dvd...yeah!) and then I whipped out all the santa presents, and wrapped all the gifts that were going to moms.
I am slowly doing the post holiday clean up and sorting of gifts. I am having an amazing day so far today, much better than I have had, holiday wise, in years, and I want it to last.
Oh- and something ultra heartwarming. Troll Who Lives Under The STairs, AKA Friend (who doesn't actually live under our stairs, nor is he a troll) Is working today, 8am to 6pm. While at work, there was a alrge family waiting for their photo order to be complete. He runs the photo area. After he completed their order, they thanked him profusely for working today, and handed him a Christmas card. Inside was a $10 gift card for Target.
Total strangers, being nice to retial folk. That is part of Christmas too.
There was an odd thing that occured with gifts this year. One of the smaller items Hermes got from Santa was a Capt'n Jack Sparrow action figure, yesterday, he got a large Pirates of the Carribean coloring set, 8 markers, 4 twistable crayons, and 20 large coloring sheets, and then he got the Pirate lego set from Sistah Girl. He is really happy about all of these, as he can assemble his legos, set up the posters he colos around it,m and have Capt'n Jack as a giant over the legos. Smart kid.
A few things really stand out for me from today. It was a really enjoyable breakfast, first off. Loki behaved as well as can be expected from a two year old on Christmas. Hermes was as patient as you can expect a 7 year old to be, and Thor di amazingly well, making sure to wish everyone a Marrr-ee Christsmasts! One of the gifts Hubby and I recieved from Mom-the hipple and Cool-jazz dad was a Mandarin Chinese Immersion set, so that we can actually understand Hermes, and help him with school stuff.
One of the greatest gifts, though, was a non tangible. Loki peed on the potty at Mom's. I am thrilled, as this means that come this time next year (sooner actually, but I don't want to jynx it) I will be done with daipering all together!! No more stinky pants for me!
One of the other great things, every thing ran smoothely, everyone was hppy, there were no dissapointments, so snark, no fights, it was just a good, relaxing day.
I needed that after yesterady, when everything was running a good hour and a half later than we were told, so Loki was overtired, Thor was melting down repeatedly before dinner was even served, and it was jsut tense for Hubby and I. I came home from that, spent about n hour being numb, another hour crying, and some more time fuming, before BIL and SIL came over to do a gift exchange (HellBoy II: the Golden Army dvd...yeah!) and then I whipped out all the santa presents, and wrapped all the gifts that were going to moms.
I am slowly doing the post holiday clean up and sorting of gifts. I am having an amazing day so far today, much better than I have had, holiday wise, in years, and I want it to last.
Oh- and something ultra heartwarming. Troll Who Lives Under The STairs, AKA Friend (who doesn't actually live under our stairs, nor is he a troll) Is working today, 8am to 6pm. While at work, there was a alrge family waiting for their photo order to be complete. He runs the photo area. After he completed their order, they thanked him profusely for working today, and handed him a Christmas card. Inside was a $10 gift card for Target.
Total strangers, being nice to retial folk. That is part of Christmas too.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
5:30 does not equal 7
So, I had a really long post started. I realized that it was upsetting me more, instead of calming me down.
I will update after tomorrow, when I will have had a good experience to offset my evening tonight.
I will update after tomorrow, when I will have had a good experience to offset my evening tonight.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Toshibasaurus
So, I have a temporary laptop solution in the guise of the ToshibaSaurus.
The Toshibasaurus is one of my father-in-laws older laptops. To gove you an idea of how old it is, it was running WindowsME. Yeah.
I found my XP discs and am in the process of running the longest upgrade EVAH.
Once this is done, I will have a mostly functional laptop.
Not a permanent solution by any means, but something that will definitely work until we can afford a new laptop, probably around tax return time.
There are a few rather valid reasons on why the ToshibaSaurus is not a good long term fix. A) it is ancient in laptop years, a good 8 years old, if not more. It has limited hard drive and memory space. It does have wireless internet, as long as I make sure the wireless adapter card is securely plugged in. Did I mention that, among ither things, this laptop still has a floppy drive? Yeah, it's takes the 3.2s (the ones that I always confused as 'hard disks' when I was younger, as I grew ip on the day of the floppy, actually physicly bendy, 5.whatever floppy disks, as opposed to the hard plastic cased, smaller but holds more data, 3.whatevers)
The batterry only hold a charge for about half an hour, unless you leave it plugged in for roughly a week before running it on just battery power, so I really need to be close to an outlet to use it for any amount of time. The keyboard is missing a few keys, and so on.
It is slow, cumbersome, and unattractive, but it works for now. It will help greatly to get me through my first quarter of school, and after that, I can transfer all my info onto my (hopefully) new, shimy, sleek, effective laptop.
Hopefully.
The Toshibasaurus is one of my father-in-laws older laptops. To gove you an idea of how old it is, it was running WindowsME. Yeah.
I found my XP discs and am in the process of running the longest upgrade EVAH.
Once this is done, I will have a mostly functional laptop.
Not a permanent solution by any means, but something that will definitely work until we can afford a new laptop, probably around tax return time.
There are a few rather valid reasons on why the ToshibaSaurus is not a good long term fix. A) it is ancient in laptop years, a good 8 years old, if not more. It has limited hard drive and memory space. It does have wireless internet, as long as I make sure the wireless adapter card is securely plugged in. Did I mention that, among ither things, this laptop still has a floppy drive? Yeah, it's takes the 3.2s (the ones that I always confused as 'hard disks' when I was younger, as I grew ip on the day of the floppy, actually physicly bendy, 5.whatever floppy disks, as opposed to the hard plastic cased, smaller but holds more data, 3.whatevers)
The batterry only hold a charge for about half an hour, unless you leave it plugged in for roughly a week before running it on just battery power, so I really need to be close to an outlet to use it for any amount of time. The keyboard is missing a few keys, and so on.
It is slow, cumbersome, and unattractive, but it works for now. It will help greatly to get me through my first quarter of school, and after that, I can transfer all my info onto my (hopefully) new, shimy, sleek, effective laptop.
Hopefully.
Monday, December 01, 2008
Toys for Tots
To everyone out there in internet land who has donated to Toys for Tots, this year or previous years, thank you. There are so many people that you are bringing Christmas to that you may never know. Some of these people have had recent hardship, and are working their way out, and Christmas scared the shit out of them, some have had longer standing hardships, and see no way out, but either way, you are bringnig Santa into the lives of their kids, you are the true spirit of Christmas to the older kids, those who have outgrown Santa, and to the adults who have to request the toys, you are proving that despite what we were led to believe, Santa does exist.
Thank you to the Marines, who for going on 60 years have spent time and energy bringing the vision of one man and his wife to liffe. Thank you to the news stations that get the word out, thank oyu to the orginizations that get the toys out.
If you can, please, drop a toy in the bins when you are out and about. Do not forget about the older kids, either, as Toys for Tots distributes gifts for those of up to 16 years of age. Some state have a tech for teens or toys for teens program geared specifically for older kids.
Drop some change in the red buckets with the bell ringers if you can, as you may be giving someone food and heat.
I know that times for everyone are hard, but if you can spare anyhting to make it a little easier for someone with less than you, this year is the year to do so.
For those who have, thank you, for those who want, help is coming, and for those who cannot, but need not, it will be OK, too.
Thank you to the Marines, who for going on 60 years have spent time and energy bringing the vision of one man and his wife to liffe. Thank you to the news stations that get the word out, thank oyu to the orginizations that get the toys out.
If you can, please, drop a toy in the bins when you are out and about. Do not forget about the older kids, either, as Toys for Tots distributes gifts for those of up to 16 years of age. Some state have a tech for teens or toys for teens program geared specifically for older kids.
Drop some change in the red buckets with the bell ringers if you can, as you may be giving someone food and heat.
I know that times for everyone are hard, but if you can spare anyhting to make it a little easier for someone with less than you, this year is the year to do so.
For those who have, thank you, for those who want, help is coming, and for those who cannot, but need not, it will be OK, too.
seriously, no really...
Loki hs the Death Cold!!!
I have not had more than three days in the last MONTH where one of the kids in housewifeland has not been flinging snot.
I know that does not sound attractive, but it could not sound worse than what is happenning around here. See, the unique thing about having three kids, is that different colds have different incubation periods. This means that it is totally pssible for all three of them to have one type of cold at the same time, then have one ofthem get a new cold, then pass it on down the line.
When Hermes is sick, he is either bemoaning how icky he feels, and become a hermit in his room, emerging only for sustenance and cuddles, or he insists that he feels juuuuust fine, and why can't he (insert any number of things that is unacceptable to do while ill)
When Thor is ill, he want's momma. Maybe he want's poppa, too. Thor just wants to be snuggled, given warm food and drink, and put to bed swaddled (and try swaddling a humungous 4 year old!) when he is sick.
Loki, though. Loki will run away from you when he is ill, you may try to feed him, or change him, or make him feel better, or do something that would make him want to rest, and dangit, he is a man on the move- no time for being ill. He is soooo crabby that he will whine or cry almost contantly until he is better, he will even wimper and whine in his sleep.
Out of all of my kids, I dread him being ill most of all. Yeah, Thor cannot tell us what he needs, but we can generally figure it out. Yeah, Hermes gets annoying, but we can send him to his room. Loki, well, I will be chock full of frazzled nerves by the end ofthe day, but once he is better, he will smile, and cuddle, and thank me, and tell me he loves me, and I am no longer mad until the next time.
I have not had more than three days in the last MONTH where one of the kids in housewifeland has not been flinging snot.
I know that does not sound attractive, but it could not sound worse than what is happenning around here. See, the unique thing about having three kids, is that different colds have different incubation periods. This means that it is totally pssible for all three of them to have one type of cold at the same time, then have one ofthem get a new cold, then pass it on down the line.
When Hermes is sick, he is either bemoaning how icky he feels, and become a hermit in his room, emerging only for sustenance and cuddles, or he insists that he feels juuuuust fine, and why can't he (insert any number of things that is unacceptable to do while ill)
When Thor is ill, he want's momma. Maybe he want's poppa, too. Thor just wants to be snuggled, given warm food and drink, and put to bed swaddled (and try swaddling a humungous 4 year old!) when he is sick.
Loki, though. Loki will run away from you when he is ill, you may try to feed him, or change him, or make him feel better, or do something that would make him want to rest, and dangit, he is a man on the move- no time for being ill. He is soooo crabby that he will whine or cry almost contantly until he is better, he will even wimper and whine in his sleep.
Out of all of my kids, I dread him being ill most of all. Yeah, Thor cannot tell us what he needs, but we can generally figure it out. Yeah, Hermes gets annoying, but we can send him to his room. Loki, well, I will be chock full of frazzled nerves by the end ofthe day, but once he is better, he will smile, and cuddle, and thank me, and tell me he loves me, and I am no longer mad until the next time.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thanksgiving, Libraries, and school
Today is Black Friday...dunhdunhDUNHHHHH!!! The only thing I plan on purchasing today is milk and pull-ups. Seriously, I am happy if I don't even leave the house on Black Friday, as I have put in my time on the front lines, working at a toy store, as a teenager. Never again.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving.
I was able to see someone be honestly and openly thankful last night. Hubby's step-aunt has two sons. Both of them are military boys. One was recently released, the other is being stationed in Texas for a month and a half between tours of duty way out east.
For the first time in YEARS she has both of her boys home, and safe, for Thanksgiving, and they will both be there for Christmas, too.
I have many things I am thankful for, but I don't think that it comes close to matching her level of thanks, of peace of mind, of security. These are all things she hasn't gotten to feel on a holiday for a long time.
She totally supports the troops, obviously, as do we. She does not support the war, but being her sons are in, and were in, the troops, often times on the front lines, having them in one piece was the best thing she could ever receive.
Libraries- My fair city has a rather extensive library system. I live right near one of their branches. Years ago, I had a library card for Fair city, but I let it lapse.
Last night, I was checking out their on-line card catalog, and thinking "Damn, Housewife, there are all sorts of good books and movies that you could get from your library, and once you are in school, all sorts of good resources. You should really get a new library card. Even though some of the books you want to reserve have a wit time, you can at least get on the list!"
Lo- Not only could I get on the list, but I could actually sign up for my card, on-line! All I have to do is bring my ID and proof of address down to the library, and they will print it out! Since I was able to sign up on-line, and since I am a Fair City resident, I was given a temporary card-number so that I was able to request the books that I want, being put on the list for two of them, and having the third shipped to me branch from a different one.
Damn! I love the public library system, and cannot believe I was not using it for so long.
School- I start in less than a month. In a few weeks I turn thirty. By the time I graduate, I will be in the 34ish range, and 35 or 36 if I want to get my CPA. I am surprisingly OK with this.
I am nervous, excited, nervous, pleased, and nervous.
I am also trying to figure out if there is any way in hell that I will be able to obtain a laptop.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving.
I was able to see someone be honestly and openly thankful last night. Hubby's step-aunt has two sons. Both of them are military boys. One was recently released, the other is being stationed in Texas for a month and a half between tours of duty way out east.
For the first time in YEARS she has both of her boys home, and safe, for Thanksgiving, and they will both be there for Christmas, too.
I have many things I am thankful for, but I don't think that it comes close to matching her level of thanks, of peace of mind, of security. These are all things she hasn't gotten to feel on a holiday for a long time.
She totally supports the troops, obviously, as do we. She does not support the war, but being her sons are in, and were in, the troops, often times on the front lines, having them in one piece was the best thing she could ever receive.
Libraries- My fair city has a rather extensive library system. I live right near one of their branches. Years ago, I had a library card for Fair city, but I let it lapse.
Last night, I was checking out their on-line card catalog, and thinking "Damn, Housewife, there are all sorts of good books and movies that you could get from your library, and once you are in school, all sorts of good resources. You should really get a new library card. Even though some of the books you want to reserve have a wit time, you can at least get on the list!"
Lo- Not only could I get on the list, but I could actually sign up for my card, on-line! All I have to do is bring my ID and proof of address down to the library, and they will print it out! Since I was able to sign up on-line, and since I am a Fair City resident, I was given a temporary card-number so that I was able to request the books that I want, being put on the list for two of them, and having the third shipped to me branch from a different one.
Damn! I love the public library system, and cannot believe I was not using it for so long.
School- I start in less than a month. In a few weeks I turn thirty. By the time I graduate, I will be in the 34ish range, and 35 or 36 if I want to get my CPA. I am surprisingly OK with this.
I am nervous, excited, nervous, pleased, and nervous.
I am also trying to figure out if there is any way in hell that I will be able to obtain a laptop.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Edumacation
So, in a month and a half, shortly after the major holiday hustle is over, I start working towards my Bachelors in Accounting.
It will be a long road, and I am seriously hoping that I can manage to cram four years of schooling down into three, so that I can start working right after Loki starts kindergarten.
In reality, I will be happy to finish in four, as that would still be full time, and I have three kids, and other stuff to do, nothing resembling a life mind you, 'casue if commercials are to be believed, the only life a mom has is her family.....
That's a topic for another post, though.
It will be a long road, and I am seriously hoping that I can manage to cram four years of schooling down into three, so that I can start working right after Loki starts kindergarten.
In reality, I will be happy to finish in four, as that would still be full time, and I have three kids, and other stuff to do, nothing resembling a life mind you, 'casue if commercials are to be believed, the only life a mom has is her family.....
That's a topic for another post, though.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Oldest lost another tooth
...quite literally.
Oldest had a tooth last night that was so loose it guarenteed a trip from the Tooth Fairy. About 15 minutes after we sent him up to wind down for the night (we send him to bed an hour before bedtime, he may read, play, watch TV, whatever, it's just 'him' time) he came downstairs to tell us he lost his tooth, and show us the gap.
Yay! Where is the tooth so we can put it in the Tooth Fairy pillow that hangs on the door?
No, I lost it.
He was sitting on a rubbermaid bin, playing and watching TV at the same time (oooh, the mltitasking) when all of a sudden, without him wiggling it, it fell out of his mouth, and into his pile of Legos. He jumped up, kicking the pile of many Legos and one tooth in the process, and the tooth is now nowhere to be found.
I looked, he looked, Hubby looked, cannot find the tooth.
Oldest was rather concerned that the Tooth Fairy would not come. We assured him that the TF would come. He asked if the TF would cdome again when he found his tooth. We explained that it doesn't work that way. She will either come that same night, or when/if you find the tooth, but not both.
Being a kid, he opted for the same night (smart kid, do you know how hard it is to find a baby tooth that goes missing? I lost one at my dad's once, about three months before they moved. We never found it, not even when they did a thourough deep clean to get their rent deposit back!).
Oldest asked what happens when he does find the tooth.
Quick thinking on my part, coupled with my brain to mouth filter not working lately, caused me to blurt out that when we find it, we will let the TF know, and then ship it to Tooth Fairy Central.
I was expecting him to question this, as he questions everything. I was expecting him to ask why she wouldn't just pick it up when she got his next tooth, which is already loose, or why she couldn't just find it in his room?
Nope, he just looks at me and says "OK, momma, that makes sense."
Seriously, loyal readers, I was o shocked by this that as soon as he went back up stairs, I looked at Hubby and said "I cannot believe he bought that!" Hubby looked back and said "I know!"
Now, I just have to brace myself for the questions regarding Tooth Fairy Central.
In other Oldest news, he came downstairs the other daus and asked if Santa was real. I asked why, and he explained that some kids at his school say there is a Santa, some say it's just your parents.
I aksed him what he believed, and he told me that he believed Santa was real. I told him that if that was what he thought, then Santa was indeed real.
Once again, I cannot believe he bought it, and didn't question.
I have a feeling that when he gets older, and learns that the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, Santa, and any other number of things (like the Dirty Room Demon (don't ask)) are not real, per se, but parental and sociatal constructs used to trick small children into behaving in exchange for treats, money, candy, and gifts, he is going to be majorly pissed off. Not because they are not real, but because we led him to believe in something so illogical.
Oldest had a tooth last night that was so loose it guarenteed a trip from the Tooth Fairy. About 15 minutes after we sent him up to wind down for the night (we send him to bed an hour before bedtime, he may read, play, watch TV, whatever, it's just 'him' time) he came downstairs to tell us he lost his tooth, and show us the gap.
Yay! Where is the tooth so we can put it in the Tooth Fairy pillow that hangs on the door?
No, I lost it.
He was sitting on a rubbermaid bin, playing and watching TV at the same time (oooh, the mltitasking) when all of a sudden, without him wiggling it, it fell out of his mouth, and into his pile of Legos. He jumped up, kicking the pile of many Legos and one tooth in the process, and the tooth is now nowhere to be found.
I looked, he looked, Hubby looked, cannot find the tooth.
Oldest was rather concerned that the Tooth Fairy would not come. We assured him that the TF would come. He asked if the TF would cdome again when he found his tooth. We explained that it doesn't work that way. She will either come that same night, or when/if you find the tooth, but not both.
Being a kid, he opted for the same night (smart kid, do you know how hard it is to find a baby tooth that goes missing? I lost one at my dad's once, about three months before they moved. We never found it, not even when they did a thourough deep clean to get their rent deposit back!).
Oldest asked what happens when he does find the tooth.
Quick thinking on my part, coupled with my brain to mouth filter not working lately, caused me to blurt out that when we find it, we will let the TF know, and then ship it to Tooth Fairy Central.
I was expecting him to question this, as he questions everything. I was expecting him to ask why she wouldn't just pick it up when she got his next tooth, which is already loose, or why she couldn't just find it in his room?
Nope, he just looks at me and says "OK, momma, that makes sense."
Seriously, loyal readers, I was o shocked by this that as soon as he went back up stairs, I looked at Hubby and said "I cannot believe he bought that!" Hubby looked back and said "I know!"
Now, I just have to brace myself for the questions regarding Tooth Fairy Central.
In other Oldest news, he came downstairs the other daus and asked if Santa was real. I asked why, and he explained that some kids at his school say there is a Santa, some say it's just your parents.
I aksed him what he believed, and he told me that he believed Santa was real. I told him that if that was what he thought, then Santa was indeed real.
Once again, I cannot believe he bought it, and didn't question.
I have a feeling that when he gets older, and learns that the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, Santa, and any other number of things (like the Dirty Room Demon (don't ask)) are not real, per se, but parental and sociatal constructs used to trick small children into behaving in exchange for treats, money, candy, and gifts, he is going to be majorly pissed off. Not because they are not real, but because we led him to believe in something so illogical.
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