Bees--Yah...I'm Busy Like That!!!

This morning I was leaning against the counter, having some yogurt for breakfast thinking of some amazing things to post about. Unfortunately nothing came to mind. And I just refuse to write about yogurt.

Here was last week in a picture.

I have been trying to figure out why I haven't written anything in so long. Just a few posts here and there. Then it dawned on me. I have been busy...like crazy busy. I started watching children again (I used to run my own daycare out of my home). I started taking in two children and won't take anymore for now. With Alyson still not sleeping through the night I think this will keep my busy enough. Working again puts a whole new spin on things. It means that the kitchen has to be spotless every evening ready for  6:30 the next morning. It means the house has to stay relatively clean all the time (I'm not doing too great with this one). It also means earlier mornings, and earlier nights. On top of all of that, Alyson ended up getting four teeth in twenty four hours, which you can probably imagine what our sleeping schedule was like. Then Destyni was sick, then Jonathan, then myself. It was busy!!!

I am not sure when it's all going to slow down either. Scott started playing softball for the summer, so he's gone at least two evenings a week. Although that's exciting for us, we love going to see Scott play hockey so I am hoping that we will get to take in quite a few ball games as well. Jonathan already has two t-shirts that look like baseball jerseys...he can't wait to put them on and go cheer Daddy on.

I hope that I will be able to organize my time enough to blog more often. It's one of the things that I love to do during "my" time.

Although I have a feeling this week is going to be a great one! Today the temp will go to 25 feeling like 31!! How can that not mean a happy fun day???

Happy Monday!!

xx

Cell Phone-- NADA Chance!!!!

Yesterday Scott, Destyni and I were sitting at the kitchen table chatting. Scott and I were enjoying tea and Destyni, out of nowhere, asks when she can have a cell phone. Scott and I look at each other...inwardly sighing. I am not exactly sure what was going through his mind but this is what was going through mine.
"Never."
"When you are 18 years old and can take responsibility of it yourself."
"When I have written proof from some huge secret government agency verifying that all the creeps and weirdos have been locked away for eternity."
 Which just really brings us full circle, right?

We told her we didn't think she was old enough. I then added (trying to be reasonable).
"Destyni, what would be the purpose of you having a cell phone? You don't talk on the phone yet to your friends, texting would be pointless. You aren't allowed on the Internet without being monitored so you couldn't do anything with a cell phone."

That's right, we monitor everything Destyni does on the Internet. Have you seen this child??

Yeah, as if she's ever allowed surfing the web alone. I watch Criminal Minds when Scott is home to protect me, when I have the time. She was three years old and Scott was already looking for some type of self defence course for her. Currently she has a blue belt one stripe in Aikido. She's been in it since she was six, the earliest she could start.
Back to the cell phone. It's not that I don't trust her, I do. It's not that I don't think she could take responsibility for a cell phone, I think she could. Unfortunately I don't trust the rest of the world. And I won't...until Destyni is licensed  to carry a gun has her black belt in Aikido.

This morning Destyni is eating breakfast at the table. Now this child is pretty transparent, you can usually tell when something is on her mind. She perks up, "Mom, I know why I can have a cell phone."

"Oh yeah Hun, why is that?"

"I can text and call you."

Damn it! Fooled, by a nine year old!

Interrupted Bliss

My eyes spring open as my heart is pounding and my mind is forcing itself to replay the sound I just heard. As my heart slows down I hear it again. The waking sound of a baby. I am praying that it stops, that my 10 month old will go back to sleep. Maybe she will notice that the sun isn't up, won't be coming up for hours. Her cry is getting louder. I have mere seconds to rush downstairs and grab a bottle before she wakes the house. My legs aren't working properly, weak from lack of sleep.

I grab a bottle and race back upstairs while my muscles scream in protest. I carry Alyson to the queen bed in her room. She's intently drinking her bottle, I can't keep my eyes open. I hear the familiar sound of air being sucked in. I pick her up and place her back in her crib and turn off her lamp. I creep out, ever so quietly closing her door behind me. I use my hands to guide me in the complete dark, back to bed, back to peace. I notice the angry red glare of the clock and through hazy eyes I see the number three. It's early. Too early.

I snuggle into Scott, letting my body sink into the mattress, close my eyes and take a deep breath. I hear the cry again. I take Alyson downstairs, Scott has to get up early and needs his sleep. I sit her down on the floor and grab her basket of toys. I lay down beside her. She's plays contently.
Little nails are scratching my face and I realize I have fallen asleep. She's fussing. I am short tempered. The alarm goes off upstairs and the shower starts. I crawl to the couch, Alyson following me, fussing, wanting up. My arms are too tired. My body too achy. I grab the cordless phone, the remote controls, anything that Alyson is not allowed to play with but will find interest in for a few minutes. The shower shuts off and minutes later Scott comes downstairs. I try and hold a conversation with him but the noises from my mouth make me sound like I spent solid hours at a bar throwing back tequila. My tongue is even too tired to talk.

I love time with Scott but today I just want him to leave for work. I don't want to have to explain why I am allowing our baby to slobber all over the remote, why I am letting her chew on my car keys. He leaves. I fall into the couch, eyes half open, car keys hanging off my finger, dangling there while Alyson tries to grasp them.  I fall asleep again. My mind keeps telling me to start the day but my body is not responding. I am content, one eye half open, making me feel like a better parent because I can vaguely see what Alyson is doing. Sleep, nothing else matters. Sleep, it's survival of the fittest and I am losing badly.

Alyson starts yawning. I snuggle her warm baby body and bring her upstairs. I place her in her crib, tuck her in, close her door. The sun is up, there is no need to turn off the lamp. As I creep back into my bedroom I see my bed patiently waiting for me. I hear footsteps behind me.

"Mommy, I'm hungry."

I look at Jonathan, look at Destyni, then look at my bed. I turn around, walk downstairs and make breakfast.

The piece was based on the prompt "Sloth" by The Red Dress Club.

E F P Q S T

Yep that's what I wrote... EFPQST....does it make sense to you?

Scott and I tend not to talk about certain things around our children. Things we don't want them to repeat...to other people. Jonathan would have no qualms with politely asking "Bill" at the neighborhood BBQ if he is enjoying sleeping on the couch. And Destyni would quietly go up to her teacher and say in the most innocent of voices, "Mommy said you reminded her of a female dog but I don't see any resemblance to our dog."
 So to completely avoid from ever, ever having these conversations we kick our children out of the room, away from the dining table or wait until they are sleeping before we have adult talk.

So we think we are good parents. What we do tend to say in front of our children is any word that you should not speak of in front of children. In our defense we don't even realize it until it happens... or until we get it right back in our faces. Words such as damn, while dropping something, shit, anytime we look at a clock..so on. But we haven't given Jonathan enough credit in the paying attention department.

I spell---anything I don't want our children to hear. P-A-R-K is one I use a lot. M-O-V-I-E is another. Now, Destyni is an amazing speller...but she hasn't caught on to my tricks yet. As soon as I start spelling I can see her brain working overtime to solve the letter mystery. But Mamma's smarter.. so I add words to make them long and confusing so that she can't grasp what I am saying. Example...

"Scott I was thinking of going to T-H-E-P-A-R-K"...See that's not a word. The downside, Scott SUCKS at spelling so I usually have to just tell him the word in the end anyway!!

Back to EFPQST!

Apparently Jonathan is under the illusion that when we spell it's a whole new adult language that only adults can talk about! Yesterday while a good friend of mine and her son were over visiting Jonathan asked if he and his friend could go upstairs to play in his room. Alyson was finally down for a nap so I told him he would have to wait until she woke up. He gave me a look and blurted out, " E F P Q S T!!!"

Then it dawned on me. I looked over at my friend who had the most confused look on her face, "I think Jonathan just told me to  fuck off."

I won't be spelling any more words in this house...I am going to learn Pig Latin.

I Want To Be A Billionaire...

Okay now that I have you singing that song-- I have so many ideas on how to become rich... And I don't mean a few million. I mean Bill Gates totally jealous, swimming in pools of thousands, own my own Caribbean Island (or two) rich.

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First I would design a drug (all natural or course) that you could take first thing in the morning. It would allow your body to awake and do its normal morning things, shower, brush teeth...blah blah blah while your mind has no idea. It's still sleeping. That way when your alarm goes off and you hardly have the energy to lift your arm to turn off the alarm you can swallow one of these babies and your off.

Second- I would invent a magic potion (that's right magic, did you really think this was going to make "real" sense?) Back to my magic potion. It would be powder...pretty sparkly powder that you could carry in your purse, pocket...hell you could have it on the ready in your hand if you felt the need. The minute that your child started acting up in public you would sprinkle this miracle dust over them and BAM! They become silent. The child will still be talking, taking a fit, spinning off attitude but you wouldn't have to hear it. Children have to right to express their feelings, but it doesn't say anywhere that you actually have to listen. Imagine having this potion being stuck in a traffic jam. Sweet mercy...what I would give!

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Third-I would design mini escalators. Affordable, cheap mini escalators. This is not for the lazy, this is for sanity purposes only.  Imagine how easy it would be to bribe convince your children to go to bed if they could go upstairs via an escalator!!??? Doing laundry would be kick ass!! I would sell these for cheap so you could all have one!! No money required...maybe just a Starbucks coffee...well on second thought it may be cheaper to just buy a new house with a full size escalator. I am still working out the finer details of this one =)

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Do you have ideas on how to become a millionaire?

xx

Rushed Moments

I am still here. It's been ages since I posted last...it's been so busy here at home. In my defence I did write a post and it was suppose to be published. Then something wonky happened and I wasn't able to get into blogger for two days so... I am starting over. It wasn't a wonderful post anyhow...I will make this one more sparkly =)

It has been a really busy few weeks. Destyni's school has been working on the play, Snow White since January and last week the entire school performed it. She was so excited about us going to see her act, it was so cute! Jonathan gave her a big bouquet of flowers at the end, I am not sure who was more smitten. Destyni for receiving the flowers or Jonathan for watching the play. They both talked about it for days afterward.

The flowers Jonathan brought her.

Then we celebrated Mother's Day. It started with sleeping in, homemade cards, sloppy kisses in bed and random snuggles all day from any of the three children. I have so much to say about this Mother's Day but I am running out of time. From driving Destyni to birthday parties, getting through naps, keeping Jonathan entertained, and trying to keep my house...umm we'll say "clean", I am on limited time. I promise that I will post an amazing post soon!!

For all of you that live your life through some musical form and love that heart feeling rhythm you NEED to listen to Adele's song,

Rolling in the Deep

Be prepared to turn the music to deafening heights and grab something or someone to dance with!!!

Much love!!

xx

Moments In Time

It's hard to imagine what I thought the feeling of complete was before this was my life....

xxoo