I have nothing interesting to say. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I am a cavernous hole of nothingness. Nothing. Nothingness. Boring and trite I am the most pathetic blogger ever.
So I leave you with Nothing.
As I write this there is a storm outside. Thunder, lightning, hail and high winds. Did I ever tell you I am a little afraid of thunderstorms? I am. That sense of the unknown. The load noise. The flashes of light that come out of nowhere. It seems like a childish fear, I have a natural reaction to pull the covers over my eyes, as if a large piece of cloth will protect me from the chaos outside.
I know I shouldn't diminish my fear, it is not childish to be afraid. Thunderstorms are a dangerous beast and fear is warranted. I do know though that I have to remain calm for the kids. Laugh away the fear. Proclaim "Strikes!" when the loudest of the claps shake our home. Try hard not to put my fear on to them.
Mommy House Rules:1.Band aids for gushing blood only.2. Hands to home.3. Feet to home.4.Any appendage that could touch your sibling to home.5.Ask and you shall NOT receive.6.Be a good example to your sibling and friends. I have invented these rules to help with the hell that is sure to come come summer. I am scared. Frightened. I am shaking in my flip-flops. Not only do I have my own wonderful children, but I also have another little guy during the day. At any given moment it go from pure bliss to total chaos. My first step to prep for summer was to get the oldest into some kind of camp/school thingy, and thankfully the school district remedied this step. "N" will go 4 days a week for reading tutoring, which he needs and then science and math programs. The science and math programs are geared more in a entertainment way, I am sure some experimenting will go on."M" will have to stay by my side one more year considering all the park and rec programs are for 4 ye…
Volunteering is a sport. It should be in the Olympics. I'd win the gold this week. It never seems to stop when your kids are in school, there is always something for you to do.
This week I went from field trip chaperon to preschool snack helper. Board meetings to fundraisers it is what a mom does, or what a crazy mom does. Whatever. Semantics.
If you are a mom, in some way shape or form, you have to be crazy person. Sane people would not put up with all this shit.
Anyhoo I love to volunteer. Scratch that. I love it except when I am not calling my mom in tears. Because I do that. Call my mom in tears. Sad for many reasons...
1. I am 33.
2. I realize when my children are 33 they will probably call me on the phone in tears and this means my job as mom is never really done.
Back to volunteering, it is a great feeling to help. It is a total selfish I know, and I don't care. We don't usually submit ourselves to thing that make us feel awful. Things that make us fee…
*So ends a "husband works" weekend. 12 hour shift means I have the kids all day, all weekend. We have reached the point that I don't run to every cry. I ignore the fighting, in fact I ran into the bathroom yesterday and turned on the faucet then flushed to toilet, twice, to drowned out the noise.
*I finished reading As Cool As I Am. I am also fascinated by men who write "coming of age" tales and the main character is a teen girl. They must have been a teen girl in another life. Or they are really fascinated by teen girls, which is kind of creepy.
*I also read The Opposite of Love, which has been sitting on my book shelf forever. When I finally finish a book I have been putting off there is this great sense of accomplishment. If I can finally finish Wuthering Heights
that would beyond that great sense; I will have to throw a party. This book is a great sore spot for me, every time I start it I cry.
Today was a bad day. Today with 101 things to do I forgot the one thing that was important to her. I walked into preschool as moms were filing out. I asked if I was late and they reminded me it was the Mother's Day tea. They consoled me like I was the one who needed it. I found her in the corner all by herself and for a moment I saw tears forming. I picked her up and held her close. I whispered I was sorry, like that was enough. I hurt her little heart.
She smiled and gave me my gift, as if I deserved it. She hugged and kissed me, as if I deserved it.
I told her we would do something today, just her and I. I promised pie and ice cream, she refused them all. All she wanted was to go to the garden and look at birds with her binoculars. And that is so her. All pig-tails and smiles passing up treats and sweets just to walk with me awhile. She never ceases to amaze me.
*You did not hear what I did yesterday because essential what I did was sit on my fat ass and finished reading "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" It is a good book, if you are looking for a good book get it. There my public service for the week is done.
It feels good to help people.
*Billy the Exterminator is on right at this very moment. It is on a lot in this house. Most kids give "cooties" my kids run around saying "I just gave you dysentery." "Don't come near me you have botulism." "Ewww...You have toxicplasmosis."
*My Google Reader has re-dunk-u-lous right now. I have switched from my "iGoogle" to "Classic" Google just so I don't have that 3 digit number in my face all the time.
*I did get a chance to read my friend Mel's blog, where she talked about a song(s) that reflects your life. My songs go back all the way to the day when "Ally McBeal" had to find her theme song. Do you rem…
*I did not change the name of this blog.....but the day is not over yet.
*I volunteered for something and, not to go outside my bad habit, I waited for the last minute to do it. I cut, pasted, glue, cricuted, braded till my whole body hurt. This is what you get when you tell people you scrapbook, you become the designated crafting asshole.
It is all done and I must look back at this the next time I volunteer.
*Reading "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo." I know little of Sweden- 'cept for their rolls and ABBA of course. I am forced to rely on character summaries on Wikipedia and Google Maps of Sweden. We would even mention all the Swedish corporate corruption in this book. I try to stay out of that drama here in my own country I can't be involved in other countries business.
*Taco Tuesday concludes with a bang- You think after I realized the effects Taco Tuesdays have on me I would stop participating in the Taco Tuesday festivities.
Today I.... *Changed the name of this blog, cause I get bored with things. Not that people come here and depend on what I have to say. My blog, my rules. I might change again tomorrow. *Signed the kids up for Free Summer Bowling. Nolan loves to bowl and Megan loves the candy bar machine, at least I am getting one thing free. *Made a Alfredo Sauce with Grated Parmesan cheese. The Sauce came out sandy and no one would eat it except me because I will eat anything, even cream sauces that taste like it was made on the beach. *Biked to the park with Meg's and secretly watched the hot men fix the park shelter. This is why it is important to bring a book to the park with you- to secretly watch hot men. *The Hubbie came home early from work. If we had no kids it would of been an afternoon delight. Instead all I could think of, when I saw his car in the driveway, was how much of a mess he was making in the kitchen. And it was a big one. A big, big one. This much I know: The cleanline…
I have been wrapped up in the "Sookie Stackhouse" series lately, and this is the main reason I haven't been blogging. In about two weeks I have read a total of seven of the books. Rainy days I wrap myself in bed. Sunny days I sit on the deck. The kids are pretty independent about playing so I have been getting a lot of reading time. The books are usually under 300 pages so finishing in 24 hours is a breeze.I am in love with my reading lamp, a real simple silver architect lamp if I could marry it I would. I love how I can adjust it to the perfect angle to suit my reading needs. Everyone in the world should have one of these lamps.I am losing the battle. The exercise battle that is. This again has to do with my recent love of reading habit I have fallen into. When the choice comes to how I want to spend my hour of peace the book wins every time. The men in our neighbor got together and rented an aerator for the lawn. What …