Have you ever just looked at the kiddoes and thought "what the heck were you thinking?" Well let's just say that I have the pleasure of thinking that thought everyday of my life. (After all I got kids)
So sun is out, humidity is up and I break out the sunscreen. MOM can I swim? Sure make sure you put sunscreen on before you go out. OK...
So two hours later, Clay your looking pretty pink did you put sunscreen on? No but I will right now.
Meanwhile me and the girls leave for a BBQ down by the river.
5 hours later me and the girls make it home. Clay is asleep. It is 7pm and he is out cold. So we let him sleep. Next morning: MOM I got bumps on my shoulders! Clay did you use sunscreen? Well I came in and couldn't find it. So I went back out for a couple hours then came in and found it. I put it on then.
MY THOUGHTS ARE "REALLY".
I had to break it to him that it isn't bumps but blisters from to much sun.
Then there was the silence. The confused look. The question: Are you sure? Then the reality that any thought of a normal life for the next week or more was out the window.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
3 Angels and the Wannabe Saint: Summer oh Summer where have you been!
3 Angels and the Wannabe Saint: Summer oh Summer where have you been!: "Let's just say that I love peaceful mornings with coffee and listening to the birds sing. However that was not the case this morning when M..."
Summer oh Summer where have you been!
Let's just say that I love peaceful mornings with coffee and listening to the birds sing. However that was not the case this morning when Mary and Clay saw the pool was finally complete.
SLOW MOTION running across the yard. Hair blowing in the wind. Then up the ladder they went. Down into the water and the loudest screams ever when they realized that the pool water was only about 50 degrees. I sat back smiled and drank my coffee. Then Sarah grabs a water squirt thing a majiggy and has at it with them. Clay trips (hehehehe) and falls face first into the icy water. Mary squeals like a pig. Sarah is running away. And I am drinking my coffee.
I now have a headache from all the whines and cries and screams:
Stop splashing me. Don't I wanna get out now. This chair is base.
Smells of hamburgers and hotdogs on the grill. Potato Salad, Deviled Eggs, and Fresh Fruit.
Loud music, sunscreen, big sunglasses and sweet tea.
This is definitely the start of summer.
SLOW MOTION running across the yard. Hair blowing in the wind. Then up the ladder they went. Down into the water and the loudest screams ever when they realized that the pool water was only about 50 degrees. I sat back smiled and drank my coffee. Then Sarah grabs a water squirt thing a majiggy and has at it with them. Clay trips (hehehehe) and falls face first into the icy water. Mary squeals like a pig. Sarah is running away. And I am drinking my coffee.
I now have a headache from all the whines and cries and screams:
Stop splashing me. Don't I wanna get out now. This chair is base.
Smells of hamburgers and hotdogs on the grill. Potato Salad, Deviled Eggs, and Fresh Fruit.
Loud music, sunscreen, big sunglasses and sweet tea.
This is definitely the start of summer.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Chores, Chores, and More Chores
I don't understand why kids complain so much about Chores. Really, all generations have done chores in one way or another. Sure I didn't walk to school with my sisters and brother both ways up hill for 5 miles in the snow. However I did walk to the busstop at the corner of the road. I didn't have a bus pick me up at the end of the driveway for me.
So when I ask my kids to do chores why do they complain so much. Like mowing the yard. OK so while I run your sister to work please mow the yard. Response: What!!! I'm tired, it's hot, can I do it tomorrow, this weekend, how much you willing to pay me. My answer: Me too, Me too, NO, NO, I buy you clothes, ipods, computers, and clothes what more could you possibly need. NOOOO AIR is free. Well at least in West Virginia it is. :-)
Twenty mins later I pull back into the driveway and the lawn is 90% mowed and he is asking for a break. Oh yeah did I mention we have a riding lawn mower. Break really???
So the little one smiles and says to me in her angelic voice, "Yes, mommy I cleaned my room." So I say ok well let me finish watching this show and I will be up to check on it. She runs full throttle up the stairs and I hear World War III happening. Dogs run scared down the steps, crashing, banging, shoving and then it is well I'm ready now.
Some people would think that I should know better, but heck I'm a sucker. So upstairs I go and I trip over toys on the way up the stairs. Turn the corner and stuffed under the bed is everything imaginable (clothes, books, toys, boxes, balls, shoes, blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, and everything in between).
Her comment: But you can walk without tripping on anything, I don't see the problem. OK can I have a yard sale, I think we should get trash bags, its your fault you bought me this stuff, etc.
My response: Really, I do. No we cannot have a yardsale, you have drawers so no to the trash bags, don't worry cause I don't have to buy you anything else.
The oldest says. Mom you just don't understand!!! I don't have time for chores. I have work, school, soccer, band and FFA. I don't even have time for friends.
Just a side note: soccer, band and ffa are her choice and so is work.
OK so I say well you didn't work the last three days and you only have the laundry so put the clothes in the washer (5 mins) study until clothes are washed (30 mins) then put clothes into dryer (5mins) study while clothes dry (30 mins). I think that is a fair compromise.
She doesn't like me. But then again what teenager likes their parents. I don't think that parents are prepared for the amount of complaining that comes from three little angels.
So when I ask my kids to do chores why do they complain so much. Like mowing the yard. OK so while I run your sister to work please mow the yard. Response: What!!! I'm tired, it's hot, can I do it tomorrow, this weekend, how much you willing to pay me. My answer: Me too, Me too, NO, NO, I buy you clothes, ipods, computers, and clothes what more could you possibly need. NOOOO AIR is free. Well at least in West Virginia it is. :-)
Twenty mins later I pull back into the driveway and the lawn is 90% mowed and he is asking for a break. Oh yeah did I mention we have a riding lawn mower. Break really???
So the little one smiles and says to me in her angelic voice, "Yes, mommy I cleaned my room." So I say ok well let me finish watching this show and I will be up to check on it. She runs full throttle up the stairs and I hear World War III happening. Dogs run scared down the steps, crashing, banging, shoving and then it is well I'm ready now.
Some people would think that I should know better, but heck I'm a sucker. So upstairs I go and I trip over toys on the way up the stairs. Turn the corner and stuffed under the bed is everything imaginable (clothes, books, toys, boxes, balls, shoes, blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, and everything in between).
Her comment: But you can walk without tripping on anything, I don't see the problem. OK can I have a yard sale, I think we should get trash bags, its your fault you bought me this stuff, etc.
My response: Really, I do. No we cannot have a yardsale, you have drawers so no to the trash bags, don't worry cause I don't have to buy you anything else.
The oldest says. Mom you just don't understand!!! I don't have time for chores. I have work, school, soccer, band and FFA. I don't even have time for friends.
Just a side note: soccer, band and ffa are her choice and so is work.
OK so I say well you didn't work the last three days and you only have the laundry so put the clothes in the washer (5 mins) study until clothes are washed (30 mins) then put clothes into dryer (5mins) study while clothes dry (30 mins). I think that is a fair compromise.
She doesn't like me. But then again what teenager likes their parents. I don't think that parents are prepared for the amount of complaining that comes from three little angels.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
BEEP BEEP there's a Jeep!!!
Did you ever wonder who in the world thought up the idea of the Punch Bug Game? Well I did the first time Mary Beth hauled off and whacked me in the arm.
Now I am not one to think it is funny to hit the mom...Here's the scenario: We are in the van coming back from picking Marybeth up from the Dad's house. Hot cranky and she wants food...or to do something "fun".
Well next thing I know my cute little innocent angel hauls off and whacks the crap out of my arm. Years and years of motherhood has not prepared me for this uprising. My eye twitching because I saw Mary's life flash before my eyes. Then I turned to her calmly ok who am I kidding. I turned and said " have you lost your mind? What the heck did you hit me for and don't you know that people........." She smiles and says " Yellow Punch Bug no Punch Backs!!!" I said "where looked in my mirror and said that was a PT Cruiser!!!"
We are gingerly going down the road me rubbing my arm and her just a smiling away. Here it comes again.
POW! Mary Beth that is not a punch bug that is another PT Cruiser. SO I did what any good mom would do. I thought about the lesson in all of this. I also said games on honey. We drove around town for about an hour just scoping out driveways, parking lots, ball parks, etc... Then I realized that I live in Lewisburg WV not exactly a thriving metropolis. So the name of the game is BEEP BEEP there's a JEEP!!!
She so does not like me now. We have a Jeep Dealership in town. I know its funny isn't it. Well the only problem is that now I am constantly on the ready. We have to be because at any given time one of the kids could spot some random Jeep like a liberty and here it comes.
I feel like I got the tattoo without the needle. I have a permanent bruise in the shape of a fist. But when I'm feeling mommafied I just drive by the dealership and get it out.
Now when your kids ask who started the BEEP BEEP there's a JEEP game you can let them know. ME
Now I am not one to think it is funny to hit the mom...Here's the scenario: We are in the van coming back from picking Marybeth up from the Dad's house. Hot cranky and she wants food...or to do something "fun".
Well next thing I know my cute little innocent angel hauls off and whacks the crap out of my arm. Years and years of motherhood has not prepared me for this uprising. My eye twitching because I saw Mary's life flash before my eyes. Then I turned to her calmly ok who am I kidding. I turned and said " have you lost your mind? What the heck did you hit me for and don't you know that people........." She smiles and says " Yellow Punch Bug no Punch Backs!!!" I said "where looked in my mirror and said that was a PT Cruiser!!!"
We are gingerly going down the road me rubbing my arm and her just a smiling away. Here it comes again.
POW! Mary Beth that is not a punch bug that is another PT Cruiser. SO I did what any good mom would do. I thought about the lesson in all of this. I also said games on honey. We drove around town for about an hour just scoping out driveways, parking lots, ball parks, etc... Then I realized that I live in Lewisburg WV not exactly a thriving metropolis. So the name of the game is BEEP BEEP there's a JEEP!!!
She so does not like me now. We have a Jeep Dealership in town. I know its funny isn't it. Well the only problem is that now I am constantly on the ready. We have to be because at any given time one of the kids could spot some random Jeep like a liberty and here it comes.
I feel like I got the tattoo without the needle. I have a permanent bruise in the shape of a fist. But when I'm feeling mommafied I just drive by the dealership and get it out.
Now when your kids ask who started the BEEP BEEP there's a JEEP game you can let them know. ME
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