Thursday, May 27, 2010
We woke up late. We usually get up at around 6:30, but this morning when I finally pried my eyes open and felt like I had enough muscle in my body to lift my head off my pillow far enough to peek at the alarm clock it read 6:58am. Usually at least one of the kids are up by about 6:30, but today none of them were stirring, and let me just say that I believe that it is really close to a sin to have to wake up a kid. That alone makes me want to revisit the idea of homeschooling. Anyway, since the kids catch the bus at 7:25 and I didn't make lunches the night before it was going to be a scramble.
Jeff showered and got dressed in record time to help me with the kids/lunches/dog/coffee making before he left for work, which ended up being a really good thing because after I shoved N and C out the door at precisely 7:24, we waited. And waited. And the bus did.not.come. Seriously, are you kidding me? How could we have missed it?!
Even though the bus hasn't ever come early, I realized that we very well could have just not heard it go by in the loud mess that this family was this morning trying to get it all together (dressed, breakfast, a turkey beard in C's backpack for sharing, library books, hair and teeth brushed-- wait no, we forgot the teeth). Luckily, Jeff waited and at the last minute we decided to throw the booster seats in his car (along with the older kids) and he would drop them by school on his way to work. It was pouring down rain, Jeff was late for work, I was frustrated for having made this whole mess by not getting up in time and the kids thought it was the coolest thing to ride with Dad to school. Jack wasn't at all impressed that he didn't get to go with them, and the dog almost had an accident on the floor during all the crazied rush.
But we made it. It was a stressful time for our family (she wrote, sarcastically) but we pulled together and ended up better people because of it (again, think sarcastic). After Jeff pulled out of the driveway with Natalie and Carter in the backseat, I grabbed the puppy to head outside and let him finally go to the bathroom. We walked around a bit and then right when we were heading inside I looked towards the front of the house and saw the bus fly by (23 minutes late). Oh well. It worked out.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Over the past few weeks I've found something out about myself. I don't really like running. I don't like the actual act of it, it makes me sweaty and tired and I can rarely do it first thing in the morning (because I have to wake up first... okay, drink coffee) so I have to plan my whole day around it. I have to do it when Jack's napping and Carter has a project going (or cartoons on-- judge me, it's fine). It's a big hooplah.. that I don't love doing. But I've sort of become addicted to how I feel about myself when I'm done. I feel accomplished. I'm certainly not in shape or tone or whatever, but when I step off the treadmill after running a few miles I feel like I am. And I love it. I love knowing that I can do it.
Jeff helped me pick out some new running shoes on Sunday (seriously, if you've seen my old Adidas could you tell me where they are?). The casual Sketchers I've been "running" in lately were NOT working out so we got some new shoes and I adore them. I felt like I was walking on a cloud when I put them on. I love New Balance (made in the USA, baby!) and was super excited to run in them-- I still am. When will he show signs of being ready for a nap!?! I'm going to lose my motivation soon. No. I won't. I've still got the shoes--- and "ear buds" (thanks, Renee for telling me what the "headphones that go inside your ears" are called). They're new, too. I'm real excited to watch a movie on my little DVD player that sits on my treadmill (because seriously, maybe reading is better than watching a movie, but who can read and run at the same time?). Anyway, I'm real excited about actually being able to hear what I'm watching. This opens new doors for me. I can watch something other than Friends because I don't have to know all the lines beforehand-- Yay, me!
Wow, that was a really random-makes-no-sense-why-every-paragraph-is-an-introductory-paragraph-with-no-follow-up blog post. But I really felt pressure, not mentioning any names (Jeanna!), to write something. So, random as it may be, here it is...
Monday, May 24, 2010
I go into the boys room to check out the damage while Jeff walks back to our bedroom to investigate Carter's whereabouts.
"He hit me! Then he spit on me and scratched my eye and stepped on my toe! Then he called me a name and tried to bite me! He did it all first!" I hear Carter explaining his version of what happened to Jeff but I can't hear what Jeff is responding with. Finally I don't hear any more have-mercy-on-me's from Carter so I just continue to love on Jack and he recovers in a minimal amount of time (which always seems to happen as soon as they realize the culprit is being disciplined---miracle cure).
I go back into the living room and Jeff enters shortly after. "How'd you deal with Carter?" I ask, knowing that Carter and I butt heads more than I do with the others and creative discipline with that boy is more difficult for me than pretty much anything else. It's almost like Carter doesn't realize that I have a fairly long "rope" because he seems to immediately pull me tightly to the end of it. Every time.
Jeff just smiles, looks at me and says, "After talking to him and hearing him admit that Jack didn't do any of those things to him before he hit him I talked to Carter about how it's important to tell the truth... Then I let him pick his punishment." "You what?" "Well, I asked him what he did wrong and he said he lied. So I asked him what would teach him that it's not okay to lie to Mommy and Daddy. And he actually thought about it for a bit."
"Yeah," I said sarcastically, "I'll bet he did. What did he come up with?"
"Well, he sat there for a minute and eventually looked up at me with somewhat hopeful eyes and said 'How about a time-out?' and I said, 'Okay, for how long?' He thought about it for a few seconds and then told me, '12 minutes would probably be long enough for me to think about not lying.' "
I looked at Jeff and said, "So, now he's going to think he scored if he gets to pick his punishment, even if it's a freakishly long time-out, he feels like he got off the hook."
"I'm not done." Jeff said. "I told him that he could pick his punishment and then I would approve or not approve it. He picked a 12 minute time-out and then I said that was fine. However, I told him that he wasn't going to take it right away. I told him he would sit in his 12 minute time out later. After dinner. When I'm wrestling on the floor of the living room with Natalie and Jack."
"Oh. Yeah, that's bad. What did he say?"
"When the tears stopped streaming down his face he just looked up at me and said, 'Okay Daddy... but is it too late to change it to less minutes?' "
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Jack is now 2 1/2 and up until this point (well, not really even now if I'm completely honest) has he shown any intrest in potty training. Natalie was completely potty trained by about 20 months. Carter didn't do it (wouldn't!) until he was 3 1/2 (I know), but I'm ready to be done with diapers so I've been trying to prime Jack for the potty. We went out and bought a special "Elmo" potty seat for on top of the toilet and he has a child sized potty-- we're into choices here, people. Next I bought some treats that I thought would be good incentives for him (raisins, goldfish crackers, etc.) and some super cute big boy undies that he got to pick out himself. He was stoked for potty time and I was gearing up for the long hual.
So, this morning first thing I take Jack into the bathroom and exitedly (before coffee, even! I think I should get some raisins) ushered him on to the potty and we sang songs and I reminded him that when he goes potty he will get some raisins. He literally sat there with his elbos on his knees, hands under his chin thinking. Finally, he looks up at me and goes, "Uh, no raisins, Mommy. I want M-uh-M's." Since when was this even a discussion!? I could see the look on his face and the fire in his eyes saying, "As soon as you sat me up here and asked me to do something you have no control over!" And he's right. I can't make him go... and that's why it's so hard! There's a fine line between being encouraging and being so completely frustrated that you want to pull all of your hair out. You can't show that you're frustrated because if he feels like he's doing something wrong he might not want to even try next time, but good golly GO for Pete's sake!!
Finally, after some tough negotiations (his hands still holding up his face as if he wasn't budging until he got what he felt was fair) I suggested that if he went pee in the potty he could pick out a "treat" at Target in the afternoon. A sly smile crossed his face (jack-pot!.. no pun intended) and instantly I heard pee hitting the water. Suddenly fear struck me as I was calculating the cost of diapers vs. the cost of negotiations with my two year old to get him to go potty in the "big boy Elmo potty." Is there a such thing as low-intrest-potty-training-loans?
*For the record, this last picture isn't just a, "Yay, I peed!" It's a "Yay, I'm going to Target and I'm going to take Mommy for all she's worth and I'll probably tell her I have to GO four times while we're there, you know, just for fun..."
Friday, May 14, 2010
Let me back up. A few days ago Natalie started getting these mosquito bite looking bumps on her arms and legs. I immediately assumed they were just spider bites and washed all her blankets, sheets, pj's, etc. but the next morning she had more (31 over her whole body to be exact). This should have been my first clue that the next few days were going to be... interesting.
Last night after the kids and I got back from my Dad's birthday party Jeff and I threw them in the tub (let me rephrase that: we ran water and they got in the tub themselves in a timely fashion). As we were washing Natalie up, I showed Jeff all the "bumps" on her body and we agreed that we should take her in to the doctor today. As we are examining Natalie's sores, Jack tries to stand up in the water and slips and crashes his little chin on the side of the tup which instantly bruises his little face and blood fills the inside of his mouth. Well, that's two of em' with injuries now. Jeff gets Jack out of the tub and applies a bag of frozen veggies to his face as I take care of the other two finishing their baths. We finally get them all tucked in their beds, say prayers, and call it a night. Or so we thought.
Apparently in the middle of the night Jack comes in our room to tell us that Carter's on the floor. I say "apparently" because I didn't wake up for this, Jack always goes to Jeff's side of the bed (God bless that little boy) so Jeff got up to check. Sure enough, Jeff could barely see in the dark room that Carter was in fact on the floor and Jeff just scooped him up and laid him back in his bed, left the light off and went back to bed. Well...this morning is when Carter woke us up with the whole, "Hey Dad, check out all the blood on my hands!" bit. We found out (after a little detective work) that Carter fell out of his bed, hit the side of his forehead on the bookcase, it started bleeding, but never woke up during the whole ordeal. So, this morning as I'm examining Jack's bruise and Natalie's "bumps" (which, after going to the doctor we find out aren't bites at all but is apparently a skin/staph infection... yeah, nice huh?) we get to examine not only the cut on Carter head, but the blood covering his floor, blanket and whole bed... not to mention his face.
I sort of feel like I should have an honorary Nursing degree after this week. Like I said before, life as parents is constantly full of surprises, but hopefully after this week we can keep the "injury" surprises to a minimum.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
1. Wake up. (Yay! Checked that one off first thing.)
2. Get out of bed. (Check. Although I'll admit, I waited a few minutes before accomplishing that one this morning but I can honestly say I did do it eventually.)
3. (This one is HUGE) Get kids ready and off to school. (Check! Double check. There are two of them that have to be ready by 7:30... AM. I know. I did not make the school schedule, believe me it would look a lot different if I had.)
4. Drink coffee. (Double check, again.)
5. Turn the pages of the "Where's Waldo" book a million times for Jack to find the same guy in the same places over and over again. (Check.)
6. Talk on the phone for one hour and 4 minutes with my bestie while she sips coffee accidently made with sour milk and I literally hear her all but throw up in the sink. (Check.)
That's as far as I've gotten today. Nice list, huh? I need to revise my "afternoon" list as it's gotten a lot longer due to my inactivity this morning. I might put "make revised morning list" as numero uno just so I feel better having a quick win. I'll let you know how it goes... but it might not be for a couple of days as clearly, I haven't been as on top of accomplishing things in an orderly fashion as I'd like.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
I finally decide that I'll make dinner and take it out to his parents house for a visit since they've been gone for a few weeks and we haven't seen them since they got back. Fun and out of the house. Meets all the criteria. Suddenly my day has intention. I guess I'll go shower now...
Thursday, May 6, 2010
The kids were brushing their teeth before bed and Jeff was taking the dog out to go to the bathroom. I sit down and unfold the laptop. My desktop picture was gone, it was all black except for a medium sized square picture in the middle: (under "Dishes" it says, "do them. now.")
I refuse to let him see me laugh so when he comes in I try to look like I'm fuming. I'm not mad about the picture, and I'm certainly not going to do the dishes now, I am mad that he's now one up on me. I literally thought my head was going to explode when he finally stopped laughing long enough to stand right in front of me and hold his hand up making a circle motion with the sound effect of a race car getting passed on the track. Up by two, I want to strangle him. I am not funny when I'm mad (seriously, do you know anyone who is?) so he's pretty much got me all night, and he knows it.
For the next two hours I hear joke after joke (which I refuse to admit were pretty funny) and prank after prank and after each and everyone I hear the race car sound effect which makes him laugh even harder at his own wittiness. At one point we were watching NCIS and one character says to another, "She's funny, beautiful... what's not to love." And I say, "Huh. Sounds an awful lot like me, don't you think?" Apparently I interupted the next line, which Jeff so sweetly rewound for me. It was, "Well, that was 12 years ago. She's had a few kids, so I doubt things are the same." I know. I don't even know how I put up with him. He finished that off with the stupid race car again and I almost went for his jugular.
Finally I decide to call it a night and head to bed. He's in the bathroom brushing his teeth when I crawl into bed and freak out when I find a zhu-zhu pet crawling around under the covers on my side of the bed. From the bedroom I can hear him doing the race car noise one last time.
I'll admit. Last night he had me. Big time. But I told him this morning that I'm going to be making up Team Karey and Team Jeff t-shirts and we'll just see how this turns out. It's so not over.
ps. Katherine, you'd better be proudly sporting Team Karey at work. Someone's gotta represent at BowTech.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Later I remember that Jeff could be home early (his plane lands at noon and he could come home early from work) so I scramble out to the back yard to pick up all the dog poop that I don't want him to know I was slacking off on while he was gone. Oh, and in the poop I found a marble, gum, and the side mirror to a Barbie car. Not kidding. Next, I find out that while I'm vacuuming the rug in the living room Jack is in the master bathroom "playing" with my earrings. He's pulling all the dangly parts from the hooks that go in my ear. I walk in and see him on the counter and he shrugs his shoulders and goes, "All fixed!" Right. Thanks. Oh, and as I'm pulling Jack off of the counter I glance in the mirror to realize that I have mascara all over the front of my t-shirt. When did this happen? I don't even have any make-up on!?
It's on days like these that I feel like I should get paid over time (or just get paid, period) for having the dishwasher, washing machine and dryer all running at the same time. I should get paid for remembering to make the two year old lunch or taking the dog out to go to the bathroom. I should get paid for showing up at the end of the street when Natalie gets off the bus. I should get a bonus check for finding time to shower... and then I see the three of them together all cuddled up on the bed while Natalie reads a book out loud. They look up at me and as I gaze at those smiles I forget about all the headaches of the day and I realize that I do get paid. I get paid a lot.
Monday, May 3, 2010
However, I can't deny that I do agree with all of that to some extent. For us it's the opposite though. "Younger" is the new "older" in our house lately, that's for sure. I've been getting the eye-roll treatment (well it happened once, and unless a certain five year old has a death-wish it won't happen again). Natalie (at the ripe old age of 7) thinks that it is a daily requirement to talk on the phone with at least one of her classmates (which she doesn't) or she just can't call it a day at all. But the one that never ceases to amaze me is Jack. He won't look me in the eye when he knows he's done something wrong. He shrugs his shoulders. Maybe you didn't get that one... He's 2 and he shrugs his shoulders instead of answering with words. It's like his facial expressions combined with his little shoulders going up and down are saying (when his words won't) "I don't really care, Mom. Are you still talking? Seriously. I have blocks to stack right now could you finish up, please?"
I don't know if 40 is the new 25, or if 30 is the new 20, but I do know that 7 is pushing to be the new 17, 5 the new 15, and 2 the new 12 but if I have anything to say about it (and I do) it won't be this way in my house.