The kids are all of fall break this week and we need a change of scenery… so I’ve decided we will make a quick trip “home” to the mountains where I grew up.
I must be suicidal.
I’m going alone with four of my five kids… overnight.
Stay tuned. I’m sure I’ll post all about it when we get home!
if when drama in your life occurred, all you had to do was take a pill to make it go away? Oh wait, there is…
Haha! Boy, if that were a true invention, I sure would like to be in on it because that baby would SELL, SELL, SELL! But until such time, I will work through any trials and celebrate any joys that come my way by blogging. This blog is therapy for me. I love to sit here after all the kids are in bed and just listen to my thoughts and the sound of my fingers on the keyboard. Weird huh? Hell, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. It’s become and obsession for me- but a good one. I can say that I have definitely taken a look back and some older posts (via my new sidebar widget) and enjoyed reading about what was going on last year and how much it’s changed (and stayed the same)- in just a years time. It’s kinda like a scrapbook without all the cutting, cropping and pasting.
This weekend has been difficult for me. I’ve been off my zoloft because I’m just too flipping lazy to go back to the DR and get more. I need it. But I hate the fact that I need it. I’m truly a bitch without it. Stupid things get on my nerves when I’m not on it. I find that I stress out WAY too much when I’m not on it. And yet, I am too lazy to go get it refilled. Getting it refilled at this point means having to call and make an appointment. Oh and don’t forget that I have to make sure the appointment is after 2pm so David to watch the little kids or I will end up schlepping them up the the office with me. Waiting an hour or more to be seen, then having to go over WHY I need the zoloft in the first place (postpartum depression, or at this point just plain old depression since I’m not really postpartum anymore). Ick. The thoughts of it all overwhelm me. And did I mention the fact that I hate that I need it in the first place?! These are the reasons why I have not gotten my meds that I need. Don’t worry though. I will do it. I just have to get up the nerve first…or get to the point where I simply cannot stand myself ~ blech!
In more enlightening news…
Makenzie has been potty training herself. I am truly amazed that she is doing so well. I was skeptical when she started wanting to sit on the potty like Devin and honestly just let her sit on the potty to hush her up let her mimic her big brother. I never thought she would actually go! I was out and about for most of the morning today and she stayed dry the whole time. She has begun telling me (which is about every 30 minutes) when she needs to go “pee” and today even told me she had to “poop” and went on the potty! I wasn’t even going to start potty training her until she turned two… guess she had other plans. I’m happy and sad all at once about it. I’m happy that she’s doing so well and I’m so proud of my “big” girl who jumps up when she’s gone and says “I did it!”, but at the same time I’m so sad that my last one in diapers is well… not in diapers anymore!
The older kids are doing well at school. Of course, it was only the third day today so I guess they *should* be doing well at this point. Megan says she has somewhat easy classes other than AP Language Arts- Dakota says he has the same art teacher that hated him as last year and she told him he seems to have matured over the summer (seriously?)- and Madison says there are absolutely NO hot guys at the middle school. Gotta love middle school, right? I’m enjoying the noise level around my house being somewhat reduced since they’ve gone back and cannot wait for Devin’s preschool to start in a few weeks. If I hear myself say “don’t” or “stop that” to him one more time, I’m going to pull out the rest of my hair that hasn’t broken off from the curling iron incident a few weeks ago. He loves his preschool so I don’t feel bad for saying that. He gets into so much trouble around here by picking on Makenzie because he is bored. I know he will be thrilled to go somewhere different three days a week, and to get to play with some children his own age. And Makenzie will be overjoyed I’m sure to be able to pick up a toy without having it swiftly jerked out of her hand! LOL
A little update on Me and Dave:
For what it’s worth… he is speaking to me again after the ant drama. At this point if I hear “I love you” one more time I may spew pure sugar from my mouth somewhat reminiscent of the Linda Blair Exorcist scene my heart may burst. And all bugs, spiders, ants, etc. within a 30 mile radius of our house have been annihilated. I’m not kidding either. If you walk down my driveway to get the mail, there are tons of dead bugs, spiders, etc. just laying there because he sprayed so much insecticide! Too freaking funny, huh? I guess in all my ranting and raving that night, he got the point. In all seriousness though- David and I may go through our ups and downs, but we are in it together. He has endured so much ranting and raving from me over the years and yet one thing always remains the same. He is always there. He may not like me sometimes, but he always loves me. And I feel the same about him. He may make me mad and I may gripe him out for being a “man” but at the end of the day I know I’m so lucky :)
Every Sunday I’m committing my blog to be “Simply Blessed Sunday”! That means I will be posting about the blessings that God has bestowed upon me and my family. I’d love for you to do the same as we all need a reminder from time to time of just how blessed we really are. If you’d like to join me in doing this, just copy the code under my Simply Blessed Sundays button and place it in the widget section on your blog. Oh and don’t forget to sign up on the list below my post and link your blog so we can all enjoy reading about your blessings as well!
Yes… that is Dakota whom I most of the time *lovingly* refer to as my PITA (Pain In The Ass) son. And no, I haven’t forgotten that this post is supposed to be about blessings… LOL. I still consider him a blessing, even though most of the time he doesn’t act like one. I think this picture shows such a sweet side of him that I don’t often get to see. He walks around here everyday projecting this tough guy personality, but in that picture he looks so loving and kind. I know he really does care about Claire. How could he not? She *might* possibly be the cutest and sweetest girl (other than my own, of course!) that I have ever met. And the best thing about Claire… she makes Dakota want to be a better person. Wow. Even I can’t do that! She is such a blessing to our family and Dakota :)
~Gone to pull back your child’s diaper to check for poo and ended up with a brown finger? I have
~Had your 3 year old come over to you and tell you proudly, “Look Mommy! I picked a booger!”… then proceed to wipe it on you? I have
~Gone to the grocery store and heard some children screaming and acting like fools then realized they were yours?! I have
~Checked on your 3 year old who was doing #2 and found the bathroom smeared in his poo because he needed wiping but didn’t call you because “he can do it all by himself!” ? I have
~Gagged on the smell of your child’s poop? I have
~Licked your child’s ice cream cone because it was dripping everywhere even though you thought that was nasty when your parents did it and said you never would? I have
~Had your child announce that your breath stinks in a large group of people? I have
~Rolled over in the bed at night to find your child there and he’s gotten sick and you just got puked on? I have
~Wondered who all these kids running around your house were and why in the hell they call YOU Mommy? I have
~Cleaned up the living room only to find it trashed ten minutes later? I have
~Taken your child to the bathroom at the pool and then have to go yourself and have him ask you out loud over and over… “Mommy are you poopin’ cause it stinks!” ? I have
~Thanked God for nickelodeon, on demand, and whoever created Barney because they buy you some much needed me time during the day? I have
~Wondered how the hell the Duggars survive? I have
~Had your child get sunburned because you forgot to put sunscreen on them before water day at preschool? I have
~Thought you looked good in your new shirt but then realized that everyone was looking at you- not because you looked good, but because you had left the little round sticker labeled S for small and it was located right where your nipple is? I have
~Tripped then looked around to see if anyone saw you? I have
~Been told by your 13 year old while at the mall that you seriously needed to tweeze your brows because you were looking like Bert from Sesame Street? I have
~Sharted? I have
~Scanned a whole cart full of items at Walmart only to realize that you forgot your debit card at home? I have
So come on everybody- tell it! Have YOU ever?
If you are new to my blog- before you read part deux, you will want to go read THIS one. So she who must not be named as to save my marriage has struck again. I had the ever so unlucky occurrence of having my ears raped again this past Saturday.
She asked me the loaded question, “You aren’t still nursing Makenzie are you?” Now if you were asked that, wouldn’t it immediately put you on the defensive? I, being the argumentative bitch ever so lovely person that I am, said “of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” at which time all HELL broke loose. I had to sit through nearly thirty minutes of hearing her tell me things like “you better stop that NOW!”, “she’s too old for that”, “can’t you take a pill to dry that up?”, “why don’t you bind yourself”, “she has teeth!”
So now again, I am forced to say it one more time… so listen closely before my own head blows up or I smack you silly- whichever comes first…
I will nurse Makenzie until my boobs fall off or she and I decide we’re done. Period. End of story. You can shove your useless opinions about my extended breastfeeding in my ears all you want- it will not change the fact that I will continue to do it.
Those pills you want me to take to dry up my milk were banned several years ago because many women died from taking them! I guess you never got that memo. And why in the world would I bind myself when both Makenzie and I still enjoy nursing?
Makenzie only nurses once maybe twice a day. I never breastfeed her in public. It’s not like I walk around all day with her hanging off the tit. She gets all of her nutrition from real food- she only nurses at this point for comfort. And there is nothing wrong with that- she is still a toddler and likes to be cuddled.
If it makes you so uncomfortable just thinking about it, then don’t ask. You are going to wish you hadn’t asked one day when I have had enough and whip my somewhat large, milky titty out and nurse her in front of you just because I can. Maybe that will finally render you speechless. I doubt it though.
Yes, I’m still aware that Makenzie has a mouth full of teeth- I help her brush them twice daily for goodness sake. Teeth have nothing to do with your ability to suck. I guess it’s been a LONG time since you sucked on anything or you’d know an experienced sucker NEVER uses her teeth ate a Popsicle.
I would think you would be happy that I am doing what is best for my daughter. Studies have shown that extended breastfeeding makes children smarter and more likely to go to college, not to mention it gives them immunity from several diseases out there. I’m pretty sure no studies have shown that breastfeeding turns little girls into lesbians. If I come across such article, I’ll be sure to let you know.
You must lead a pretty boring life if all you have to obsess over is my boobs. Maybe you are the lesbian… food for thought.
Oh and just because Madison chooses to read books like Twilight and Harry Potter, it doesn’t mean she’s practicing Satanic rituals, but if you’d like to leave some fingernail clippings and a lock of your hair on your way out, we will see what we can do ;)
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