FTW!

October 8, 2009

I had no idea what that little acronym meant until just a little while ago. Now I must use it with abandon.

This is how I am planning on greeting everyone this weekend. Just a little heads up.

(10 yr old son’s game last night where they tied the game with 5 seconds on the clock, and went on to win in overtime. It was very exciting, as you can tell.)

Flow It, Show It

October 6, 2009

I have not mastered the art of taking self portraits.

This morning i was trying to email Susan a photo of what my hair currently looked like before I went to the salon. The pool and sun had bleached out my hair and I was ready to go darker. For Fall! Because it is now in the 70’s and 80’s and feels SO FALL LIKE! Just look at my sleevless Fall attire.

It’s like Duggar hair meets trailer park hair. And I think I have forgotten what a brush is. And make up. And a bra. Granted it was early in the morning, right after I brought the little kids to the bus stop. Yes, in these clothes. I have no shame.

But to get this one photo I took about 30 photos like this:

And this:

And this:

And this one where I was trying to focus my camera without having it covering up my hair. I believe this is the one I ended up emailing to Susan because it fully iullustrated the issue I was having with my hair color.

I told her that I was going to dye my hair black, have eyeliner tattooed on, and begin wearing black nail polish.

Evidently I also like to match my bathroom. Brown anyone?

Now self, go find some make-up and a shirt that covers your stomach. Or hike those jeans up. Good Lord, who have I become.

Also clean those streaks off of the mirror. Sheesh, you’d think I have been busy taking care of sick kids or something.

Sick Day

October 5, 2009

Three sick kids today. Or more accurately, “sick.” The school aged kids had fevers last night, but woke up today feeling mostly fine. I should have just sent them to school anyway but I am afraid of the fever police.

So we built some simple catapults.

And shot mini marshmallows at each other.

Miles was more than willing to sit at the far end of the table with his mouth open.

I had been texting Susan and telling her what the “sick” kids were up to. I agreed that yes, it does sound like fun, that is until someone starts crying, which is inevitable really.

I believe that moment happened right after my 8 yr old decided that shooting marshmallows with his slingshot would be more accurate. Who doesn’t want to get pelted in the face by marshmallows at close range?

Friday Night Football

This past Friday night was the first time I went to a Varsity High School football game. In Texas.

Um, wow.

My 10 year old son turned to me and said, “I can’t wait to get on that field.”

Hey Cupcake!

October 2, 2009

We drive by this cupcake stand frequently and the little kids always think it is the COOLEST THING EVER. Which it is. A cupcake stand? In an Airstream camper? On the side of a busy, BUSY road? With a HUGE CUPCAKE ON THE ROOF? Brilliant.

How can you not stop for that?

The both ordered Double Dose, chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting. And then they both went with the Whipper Snapper, the whipped cream injection into the cupcake. I cursed my gluten free existence. And also thought I have to call HeatherB and tell her to offer this option with her birthday cupcakes.

I was sad that I didn’t have my camera with me and had to make do with my iPhone. But that just means we will have to go back again.

Can we come back again tomorrow?

What about the day after that?

Um, I don’t think so.

What about the day after THAT?

I don’t know. We’ll see.

I’ll take that as a yes.

Look it is October and I am wearing shorts and a t-shirt and flip-flops! What do I have to complain about, really?

That rope I have been dangling off suddenly is much longer, or at least it feels that way.
Amazing what a day and watching your kids enjoy cupcakes the size of their heads will do for your perspective.

Perseverance

October 1, 2009

This is the word of the week. Perseverance. I am hanging on by the last threads of my rope. And my wee little arms are not very strong.

I have been busy working to meet deadlines. Not sleeping enough. Helping kids study for tests. Go on, quiz me about early American history, or algebra, or geography.

My 8 yr old son has the flu this week. Last night his fever hit an all time high of 104. I could have warmed my coffee cup on his head. And I might have if I had some coffee made.

I have been frantically cleaning, because when there is nothing you CAN do you sort of feel like you have to do something. And for me, that something is KILL germs and do laundry.

Instead of a vibe cozy I just might knit a holster for my Lysol. With a pocket for all the gummy bears I have been consuming. Hello, PMS, I love you too! Make sure you come back next month with your bloating, sugar cravings, and mood swings!

I think it is the sugar high that is keeping me going. Or else I am high on the bleach fumes. That is my excuse for taking my stress out on those I love the most, except for the sick child. I have an infinite amount of patience for my children when they are sick. It pains me to see them laying still on the couch looking at me with glassy eyes.

My son is on the upswing today, with Motrin he feels well enough to bitch and moan about how unfair his life is because he cannot go over his friend’s house to play. I assured him that his friend’s mother wants him NOWHERE NEAR her house and kids. I don’t even want him near my house and kids and he lives here.

He will definitely be home tomorrow, but I told him that if he has no fever in the morning we will go for a walk to the playground and he can shoot his slingshot in the park.

Last night I was sitting on my bed surrounded by children who were waving various books or papers in my face, one child who needed to find a website on my laptop, when I said, “You know I am at the end of my rope.”

My son replied, “Cool.”

“Cool? Why is that cool?” I asked.

“Um, I don’t know. You said ‘I’m at the El tomorrow.’”

“El tomorrow? What does that even mean?”

“Um, I don’t know. But you seemed so serious I just, uh, thought I would agree with you.”

I had to laugh in spite of myself. He will make someone a good husband one day.