Tuesday, November 06, 2007

ATM

Well, Chris is gone the rest of the week for another beach job. Boy oh boy, it's such a love-hate thing. I try not to get stressed about it because I know it makes HIM stressed, and he is out there working and there isn't a darn thing he can do out there in Treasure Island for me when I'm stressed here in Tampa. So... I try to deal with it. Which means... Blog! So - here goes!

I don't know if I mentioned the Durango broke this weekend. Transmission is slipping, ball joints are torn and worn, power steering is still leaking albeit much less - and now the water pump is out. GREAT. Perfect timing, eh? Chris tells me it's a pretty easy and relatively inexpensive fix (I really do thank the Lord that he can fix all this stuff, he's truly an amazing husband). It's just... He's out of town and so I'm here with no vehicle to drive all the kids around in should we all need to go someplace. I suppose there really isn't anyplace we should need to go - which is a good thing.

So, I almost have a garage again! For Chris's birthday I bought him a HUGE shed. Plenty big enough for him to move everything that he needs for work out of the garage - PLUS tons more room. The plan is that I'll be able to get the little Mustang in the garage. That'll be nice. Since it's a convertible, it doesn't handle the rain so well. So, we'd have a garage with the two red convertibles in it - how cool is that? And Chris would have a big 'ole shed to keep all his tools and work things in. He did a great job framing in the floor and building the shed. It probably took 100 man-hours - we had Chris, Wayne and Justin working on the shed the ENTIRE day on Saturday, sun up until way after the sun went down. Then Chris worked on it a bit alone on Sunday for a little while, and on Monday he and Wayne worked one it all day again. There is still a little bit that needs to be done, but we could start moving things in any time. Course, that brings up the painful memory of the small detail that he's NOT HERE. Sigh.

Speaking of him not being here, Chris is turning FORTY on Sunday. I'm going to have a party for him here at the house. He said he didn't want anything too big, just some friends at the house would be fine. But then, when I ask him if he wants to invite someone he says "well, on YOUR birthday, I'm going to handle all that, you won't need to do anything." I suppose that means he wants me to handle it all, eh? Yeah I think so. I've invited quite a few people over, which always makes me nervous.

Our house... Isn't the cleanest house on the block, ya know? We have all these kids and I just REFUSE to do things that I know they are supposed to be doing. For example, this weekend I spent a lot of time dusting the office. I looked down and the office floors were horrible. Sure, Jonathan took a broom to them every once in a while, but he didn't really get corners or pay much attention to the dust or corners or anything. As a result, the floors, if you really look at them, look awful. Dusting I'll do because that's an 'above and beyond' chore that as a mom I do every week. The floor is their responsibility and I EXPECT them to do it.

That being said, I don't expect them to do it with the same thoroughness that I would -- I myself would get on my hands and knees with a rag, start in one corner and work my way to the other wall until the entire floor was clean. I don't expect that of them, but I do expect to not see dirt, pens, socks, shoes, hair and/or dust balls and other things on the floor untouched AFTER they are done. Ya know?

OIE

Kayte just called. She is in a class called Child Development. They learn all about babies in this class. How to care for a baby and what a HUGE responsibility they are (she even saw a full birth video). So, she just NOW tells me that she has a project that is due tomorrow. She needs me to run to the store to get her:
A 5 lb. bag of Flour
A Newborn baby outfit
A bag of cotton
Size B Pantyhose

Apparently tomorrow they are 'making' a 5 lb. baby. I'm supposed to run right out tonight and buy all this stuff? Really??? One day notice? Funds are TIGHT this month. Chris's birthday.... Thanksgiving... Christmas next month. And I have to BUY an outfit, flour, cotton and pantyhose for a pretend baby? Sigh.....

Speaking of funds being tight, Gwen emailed me today about the kids coming up in December. We discussed renting a car and driving them up, but I found airfare for $250 for all 3 kids. I can't rent a car big enough for all the kids and Chris and I, take it out of state, and buy the gas for less than that. So, we're doing the plane tickets instead. It just makes more sense, ya know?

I can't believe I have to go out after work tonight and buy baby clothes.

So, Justin went home from school sick today. Poor little guy. It's his first sick day home since he's been living with me. I don't let them come home and stay home unless they are running a fever. He had a low-grade fever, but it was enough to where the school nurse asked me to come and get him. Hopefully he'll be better tomorrow. Mister "C" man can't afford days off school. He has NO wiggle-room.

Oh, and he just called claiming to suddenly feel 'all better' and he wants to go play at the park with friends. NO WAY mister! These kids totally do NOT know my sick rules. When you are home sick, you are home SICK. No playing around, no games, no friends, nothing. You stay in bed until you get better. When you are well enough for school, THEN you are well enough to play.

Then I get home tonight - after shopping for all the 'baby stuff' and Justin tells me he needs me to run to Borders to buy him a book. Buy him a book? Today? What???? No, it's just NOT HAPPENING. It's 6pm. I've got to start dinner. I haven't even been in the house 5 minutes. Already they are needing something else. More money. I should have had "ATM" tattooed on me instead of my music note, that's kinda what I'm thinking. Oh, Evie, I'm kidding! But seriously... it's the middle of the month. I'm parenting alone. And SUDDENLY all these needs come up?

To add to the chaos tonight, Jonathan is FURIOUS. He has a D in Spanish which automatically puts him on restriction. His D is because of 3 F's and a D. TWO of those F's were Zeros, so if you ask me, he's pretty darn luck he's got a D right now, not an F. Anyways, he's HATING Spanish right now. He wants out of the class. He said he got the Zeros because he simply doesn't understand it. He's going to the guidance counselor tomorrow to discuss his options - but he's pretty sure they can't take him out until after this 9-weeks is over.

So, what does Jonathan do? Well, he's throwing things, yelling, kicking over a chair, getting all kinds of mad. As if this is anybodys fault other than his own. I mean, I'm really SORRY that he's not getting it, but even he said every single other person in the class is 'getting it' just fine. He simply is not. And that's sad... but is SURE IS NO REASON TO GET ANGRY.

Speaking of bad kids....

Tell me how bad of a daughter I am. I've told EVERYONE to make sure to call my mom today. I've been sending Amanda reminders for days. The kids and I have been talking about it. I keep a google calendar so I get email and text message reminders of things like birthdays.

I usually call when I FIRST get up and sing "Happy Birthday". This morning I awoke at 5 am. No, really. Five this morning - check my Myspace. It was way too early to call her so I got busy doing a zillion other things. Minutes passed into hours.

You see, typically my morning are VERY routine. I get up with the kids sometimes sure just to make sure they are up, but not really 'awake'. I really wake up at about 7:30 when out cat Jinx is barking at the door wanting to come in and be loved for 10 minutes. I let him in at 7:30 and at 7:40 I'm up getting dressed for work and am out the door by 7:45 or so. But not this morning, I think the time change has me out of whack.

Mid-morning I called mom as I usually do for normal chit-chat kinda stuff. Do I remember that I'd FORGOTTEN to call her first thing and sing "Happy Birthday"? No, of course I don't.

So, we are talking and she sneaks in with "So, you are just not going to wish me a happy birthday?"

GULP

How did I let that happen when I was so prepared??? I suppose it's better than last year when I blew a tire on the way to her birthday dinner and showed up SUPER late, dirty, frazzled, and totally unprepared at that point. I mean, really. Sheesh.

So.... Mom... HAPPY BIRTHDAY! This one is for you mommy:

A Wonderful Mother
By: Pat O'Reilly

God made a wonderful mother
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He molded her heart of pure gold;

In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks, fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday June! Hope it was a great day!

Sorry things aren't going great with the Durango, guess that answers the question of "What's that" from the game on Sunday--YIKES! So glad Chris can fix that---when he gets home!

Happy Birthday week to Chris-can't wait for the party-I'll help however I can this weekend to get ya ready.

Hang in there---the week's 1/2 over! Talk to you soon, gotta go to class~

~M