Archive for the ‘Drama Queen’ Category

There have been A LOT of things going on since my last post.
We have acquired an additional body in our house full time and another one part time.
A close friend of mine and his 9 year old son are staying with us temporarily while my friend heals from a break up and gets back on his feet.
His 9 year old son is staying with us as well, when he is not at his mom’s.
Things have been hectic, but we are happy to be able to help them out.

In the mean time, I’ve been trying to keep up on my household chores, which the little Tatertot is making extremely frustrating.
He has been enjoying taking his diaper off at night and peeing in his bed, meaning we are washing sheets….A LOT.
The kid will not keep his clothes or his diaper on, so it looks like we are going to have to turn to the trusty Duct tape and start securing those bad boys.
Next week, we plan to start the potty training, so wish us luck.

In other news, the Hardworking Hubby and I have both been keeping busy with school. I am in my last week of my 5th block of classes. After Sunday, I will officially be halfway through my program. YAY!

The kids are all doing well.
Zman will be graduating from the D.A.R.E. program this evening so I am getting ready to attend the ceremony.
The DramaQueen is still as dramatic as ever but is kicking some serious butt as well.
Tatertot is also talking a lot more and is more active everyday.

So, what’s new in your world??

Remember a few weeks ago when I wrote the post about what being an adult feels like?

Well, this week, I feel even more like an adult.
Why?
Because I spent today calling insurance companies and getting estimates.
Again, why you ask.
Because this happened to my pretty red car, that I paid off 3 weeks ago, last night….

Yep.
My pretty red car now has a big boo boo.
I need band-aids.
Lots and lots of band-aids.
The Hardworking Hubby was behind the wheel driving the DramaQueen to dance, thankfully they are both okay.
Sophia (my car, yes…my car has a name) on the other hand is in severe pain.
She doesn’t have any working lights on the passenger side and when she turns her tire gets hung up.
We’re just playing the waiting game with the insurance company of the idiot driver who hit him.
Or should I say his parents insurance company.
Yep.
Almost 40 year old man, driving his parents car, plowed into my baby.
That I JUST paid off.
I got 3 estimates on the damage today and they range from $1999-$2600.
I just want it fixed.
Now!
We were already down to one car and now neither can be driven so the Hardworking Hubby has to rely on coworkers to get to and from work this week.
This is the suck.
Pass the band-aids and tequila please!

I need a little help.
Zman, who is 10 (11 next month) is currently sharing a room with the almost 2 year old Tatertot.
This arrangement worked extremely well until this past November when the Tatertot was upgraded to a twin bed due to The Great Crib Escape of 2009.
Since the upgrade, Tatertot has adjusted well.
Maybe a little too well.
He loves his new freedom so much that it doesn’t stop him from exploring his surroundings, even if some of the shiny cool looking things aren’t his.
Yes.
He likes to get into his big brother’s stuff.
He pulls clothes out of the drawers.
Finds whatever he can to stand on to get at Zman’s books, wrestling cards or anything else on top the dresser that catches his eye.
And, if he happens to get up before Zman, you can usually find him turning the lights on and crawling into bed with his brother saying “Hi!”

Now, the boy’s are in the Master Bedroom of our home.
So yes, they have the biggest space in the house.
It’s decorated in Packer colors, complete with Lambeau Field on the ceiling.
That’s how it was when we moved in and since we rent, we can’t change it.

Today, we think we have come up with the perfect solution to our problem.
Zman and the Drama Queen would like to share a bedroom (what is currently the boys room) and give the Tatertot his own space to in all honesty, destroy.
Here is where I need help.
Is it okay for an almost 11 year old boy and his 9.5 year old sister to share a bedroom? For the most part the only thing they ever do in their bedroom is sleep.
My thought is as long as they aren’t getting dressed or changing in front of each other everything should be okay. They like to hang out together in there occasionally as it is now just to play on their DS’s or just to escape the Tatertot.

Tell me, what are your thoughts?
Do you think this situation would be okay?
(Now, this would only be happening until we move—which we are hoping is this Fall—into a bigger home.)
Help!!

I know by now, many of you are probably wondering how my tale of Christmas 2009 ended.

I have received many inquiries as to how we finally gained access to our home.
Did we call the fire department?
Did we call a locksmith?
Did we break a window?
Did we finally get a hold of the E.A.R.L.?

Well….of all of those options…..None are the correct answer.

After going through every key my mom had in her house, checking every door and window only to discover that our house was locked up tight, my Hardworking Hubby did the only thing we could do. He took all of his Tae Kwon Do techniques that he has learned over the years (he’s a 2nd degree black belt), walked around to the side of our garage, raised his leg and lined it up just perfect and kicked the door precisely at the knob and low and behold….We.Were.Finally.In.Our.Garage.

There was minimal damage (thank god, because if the E.A.R.L. were to ever notice, we’d be dead for sure.)

I’m thinking it’s also a good thing that we didn’t lock the door from the garage to the house because then we would have been royally screwed!

After our successful break-in, we headed off to my parents house to spend Christmas with my mom’s side of the family and partake in the White Elephant exchange. I was lucky enough to win my old corded phone, Circa ohmahgawd I had that phone when I was a teenager, in addition to a 2008/2009 Phonebook. Check it out.

It came complete with the phone numbers of all my old friends, boyfriends etcetera. How much better could Christmas get?

There was a brief conversation with my Grandmother (I.WAS.SHOCKED.) She even referred to my children by their actual names. The only part she didn’t succeed at was when she opened her gift from us, a frame with pictures of my children, she pointed at the Drama Queen in the picture and referred to her as Anne (me).

After the festivities at my parent’s house, I returned home, sent the kiddos off to bed and went on my merry way to prepare for Santa (Read: Put out all gifts from Santa by myself, stuff stockings and remove all refuse from the house while everyone else sleeps including the Hardworking Hubby).

At approximately 11:03 pm my head hit my pillow after having been awake for over 36 hours. I am told that by 11:05, I was asleep.

The kids slept until 7:00am (1st time ever!!! on Christmas Day!!!!) and then we were off to open all of their worldly treasures from the man in the suit.

(EPIC MOM FAIL AHEAD)

This is the part were I would normally share pictures with you of 3 children ripping gifts open and creating a HUGE mess of wrapping paper, packaging and twist ties in addition to candy wrappers spread across my house.

But.

Yes, there is a but.

I was a bad parent this year and failed to retrieve my camera and take any pictures of my children opening their gifts.

Bad mommy!

Moving on.

After their gifts were open, batteries inserted, and all things assembled, I passed the fuck out on the couch until 11:00am.

Once I got up, it was a race to shower, get dressed and arrive at my in-laws by noon for a yummy Christmas Day lunch of Ham and scalloped potatoes, Cauliflower & Broccoli with cheese sauce, Ham, Chicken Parmigiana, stuffed mushrooms, chutney, caramelized onions and bread pudding. It was scrumdiddlyumptious!

So, after eating eleventy billion plates full of food, the kids finished opening the remainder of their gifts from the grandparents, we loaded everything and everyone up and made our way home to empty the contents of the truck and off to my parents, this time to spend Christmas with my parents, sister and brother-in-law.

We open what seemed like a pile of never ending presents.

I was THRILLED to get new bedding from my parents along with some other great things (like a sweet ass bag for our New York trip in 2010 for BlogHer10).

Once all was said and done we had our Christmas dinner (pizza from Papa Murphys) and again stuffed ourselves silly.

Zman & The Drama Queen remained at my parents house for the night while the Hardworking Hubby, myself and the Tatertot made our way home.

All in all it was a good, exhausting but fun Christmas.

I’ve been trying to figure out how I managed to survive it all and remain sane.
I would like to say that it was the alcohol and I drank myself into a drunken stupor.
But I can’t even use that excuse because I NEVER had time to enjoy an alcoholic beverage.
I did this all on numerous cans of Diet Cherry Pepsi.
Oh and the awesomeness that was the Twice Baked Potato Casserole I made!

Hope your Christmas was a great as ours!

My Handsome little boy!

Zman & The Drama Queen showing love for each other!

Nom.Nom.Nom. I love CHOCOLATE!!!