Archive for the ‘Family Drama’ Category

Thanks for your concern, I am happy to inform all that I am in fact alive.
Just been busy.
School.
Kids.
Baseball.
Soccer.
Broke down cars.
Unemployed father.
Messy house.
Piles of laundry.
Shopping.
Sleeping.
See what I mean.
Busy.

The last 2 weeks have flown by so fast I haven’t had time to do much.
Add a sick toddler to that mix of things and you have complete and utter chaos.

Mommy needs a vacation.
Now.
When does the plane leave?
Not soon enough!
I’m losing my mind.
My house is in shambles.
I’ve resorted to buying new clothing instead of doing laundry.
It’s getting kind of expensive.
I could have used that money for a plane ticket.
I could be sitting on a beach somewhere nice drinking an adult beverage with a pretty umbrella.
Instead, I am here.
In my filthy home.
Nursing aforementioned toddler back to health.
Entertaining him with signing and dancing bears, alligators and dogs just so I can write this.
Oh, and he may or may not be playing with money. Of the coin type. *Parenting Fail*
No, it’s not a fail…he’s working on his fine motor skills….
Really, he is.
He’s putting all of the money in the Guinness bank for me.
While singing and shaking his tush.

So, lets get back to my car problems.
We’ve been down to 1 car since October of last year.
My van decided it didn’t want to move anymore.
It sat in our garage until April of this year.
Then it sat in the driveway…until yesterday.
Now it’s sitting in my parents driveway, waiting for my dad to fix it.
Then, there’s my pretty red car.
The one that had the owie in February.
Last month, my dad put new front brake pads and rotors on it for me. *Thanks Papa Joseph*
Lately, I’ve been having some other issues with it.
Today, I took it to the shop to have it looked at.
My dad suspected that I had a hole in my brake line.
Turns out that wasn’t the case but that I needed a new wheel cylinder and rear brake shoes. *Those have been purchased and are in my car as we speak.
But that did not uncover the problem.
I know I have a leak somewhere.
And it’s not an oil leak.
My dad has now discovered I have a gas leak.
On the one car we own that is fully mobile.
Now my dear dad has more to do.

This has led me to the conclusion that I need to win the damn lottery tonight so I can buy a new car for the Hardworking Hubby and get myself a brand spanking new kickass minivan!

Wish me luck!

In recent days, the little Tatertot has become a kissing machine.
I love getting little kisses from my little man.
He kisses my lips, my cheeks, my eyes, my nose, my forehead.
I am okay with all of these.
But now, now he is obsessed with kissin’ mah bewbs.
Yes.
The twins.
The girls.
The lady lumps.
The boy is all over them.
It was bad enough that he already suffered from a seriously nipple obsession.
Poking and prodding at the nearest nipple not caring whose body they were attached to.
I could even handle the occasion hand going down my shirt and the ‘WOW’ coming out of his mouth.
But now….
Now we are on a whole new level.
He is now constantly kissin’ on my bewbs.
We’re talking 24/7 any chance he gets
Smooch
Smooch
He’s even gone as far as showing me his boobies too.
Now maybe this is normal for a child who exclusively breastfed for his entire first year of life without a bottle in sight, but I’m still confused!?

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!

Most people hate Mondays.
I hate Sundays.
Sunday evenings in particular.
Especially at say…..9:30pm.
Why you ask?
Because that is when my weekend comes to an end.
That is when my Hardworking Hubby has to leave home and begin his work week.
Weekends in our house do not last long enough.
On Fridays, the Hardworking Hubby fights to stay awake most of the day so we can spend time together, hang out with the little dude while the older kids are at school and then spend time together as a family in the evening.
Then there are the weekends when there is an opportunity for him to work overtime.
And well, he wouldn’t really be the Hardworking Hubby if he didn’t take it.
Overtime means he’s in bed by 8pm on Friday and out the door at 5:30am on Saturday returning shortly after 2pm exhausted as all hell and not wanting to do much.
Which again means we are usually in bed fairly early.
And then Sunday morning rolls around, there is homework to be done, things to be cleaned and other odds and ends to attend to and before we know it, it is time for him to leave for work.
I guess what I’m really trying to say is….is it August yet?
Me.
Hubby.
No kids.
New York City.
Hotel Room.
Alone.
Together.
Hurry August…..PLEASE!!!