Monday, April 25, 2011

Weekend recap... Alternately titled Karma's a b*#%*!

I hope everyone enjoyed their Spring vacation week and had a lovely Easter holiday.  Our Easter didn't turn out exactly as planned.

We were suppose to be traveling to my parents for the day and spending time with my brother and grandmother who is 85 years old, (bless her soul!).  But on Thursday afternoon things started going downhill.

The athlete was coughing up a storm and actually asking to use his inhaler, (this was a sign that something was brewing because if you knew him in real life you would know that I have to hound him to take his asthma meds).  Upon listening to him he was wheezing up a storm, so off to the docs we went.  We were told he had bronchitis and he was put on antibiotics.

Ok, close call, he'll be fine for Easter Sunday, no change of plans.

Friday morning, head to the docs again, this time with the princess who spent the night in my bed with an unceasing cough and now sounds like she is coughing up her lungs.  After a few deep breaths and a close ear listening through the stethoscope I learn she has pneumonia in her upper right lung.  Meds are prescribed and we are on our merry way.

We forgo a birthday party for a friend that we were supposed to be attending.  I didn't need her infecting a room full of twenty something children with a contagious infection 2 days before Easter.  (The thought of being hunted down by a herd of angry moms for ruining their holiday plans didn't sound too appealing to me.)  

We decide to go to the movies instead and see "Hop".  Now in hindsight I realize that skipping a birthday party was the right thing to do with a contagious child and that heading to a movie theater where there were probably a couple hundred people in close proximity to us was definitely NOT the right thing to do. (I know this is terrible, but I thought to myself, "well what the hell, at least  I don't know these people!"  Isn't that awful of me?  That was a "shithead" move.  That's what I say about others when they do something completely selfish and don't consider the welfare of others.  Fits the bill doesn't it?)


Karma came around and bit me in the ass on Saturday.  I woke up with one hell of a chest cold and spent the day taking nebulizer treatments on the couch and sleeping, and I mean ALL day.  What a waste.  At 5pm that night we made the decision going to my parents the next morning was not wise.  I couldn't risk the health of my grandmother who probably had no immunities to whatever the hell it was that I had.  (Again, what goes around comes around!)

We did manage to get our Easter eggs colored before bed on Sat. night.  Here's some cute shots of that...

 Not sure if you can see it in this shot, but the princess had applied her own lipstick before coloring the eggs.  In her opinion you should always look your best no matter what the occasion!


 Look at the amazing concentration on these guys!



 Right before he gave up and started painting with his fingers


Princess informs me, "You gotta have a golden egg mom!" 
Better shot of her stained lips


 Bright, bold, and sassy!

Understated soft elegance.

 Their egg decorating matches their personalities!  Can you guess whose is whose? 

I was feeling a tad bit better on Sunday morning so we went out to breakfast.  (The kids had been on meds for over 3 days so they were no longer contagious, don't worry!)  I was still pretty run down and didn't have any Easter type food in the house, so I said "screw it we're having italian", and made an amazing baked ziti with sausage and spinach for our afternoon dinner.

On the bright side, it was beautiful here yesterday and the kids played outside all afternoon.  I did some much needed laundry and cleaning, tuckered myself out and fell asleep, again, on the couch at 3 in the afternoon!


Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Weekend recap...

Our weekend officially starts at 5:01pm or sooner depending on what time my last daycare child gets picked up. Then we resume our regular family life.  Woo hoo!!

And, it's April vacation week around these parts which means a totally laid back week for Mama!!  No early morning wake up calls for the athlete, no rushing around to make buses.  The kids can do as they please.  I just have to be up and ready for daycare.  Even my days start a little later this week because 3 of my daycare children belong to teachers and they are off all week too!  So yay for lower numbered days and for sleeping in.  Even if it's only a half an hour!

This past Friday night was a whirlwind of activity.  The princess had a birthday party at 5:30pm which I totally dropped the ball on and forgot to get a present for.  So at 5:10 we rushed out the door to get a gift, and I dropped her off at the party a fashionably ten minutes late!

Next stop off to get some Lent friendly dinner for the rest of us, then dropped the athlete off at home with the coach and proceeded to go shopping for some much needed attire.

Before you think, oh fun, alone shopping time,  STOP RIGHT THERE!!!!

I was shopping for some new bras for myself, I outgrew the old ones, how depressing.  And I needed to get the athlete a cup and jockstrap for baseball.  (The hubs was too tired to go out again, and as much as I begged and pleaded that this wasn't my department, I had to get it since I was going out anyway.)

I learned quite a bit during my shopping trip at Dick's Sporting Goods.  The nice lady gave me a tutorial of sorts, ha ha ha. I found it quite amusing!  I ended up buying these really cool things called Compression Shorts.  They are kind of a combo of nylon/spandex boxer briefs, with extra padding on the hips for when they slide into a base, and and insert for a cup.  How cool is that?  You learn something new everyday I tell ya.  Mission accomplished.  Mama did good!

We won't even get into detail about the bra shopping.  Suffice to say, I went, I shopped, I tried on, I cried, I found a new size, I tried on, I bought.  I left feeling none to happy. Enough about that, time to move on...

Started off Saturday freezing my rootin' tootin' rear end off for TWO hours at the opening day baseball game for the athlete while the coach took the princess to her first soccer game of the season.  Both teams won.

The athlete in full uniform
(Here he is in full uniform, how handsome is he?  I know shameless mom brag, but whatever!)

Sunday I took the plunge again and went to my first Weight Watchers meeting and left the house at 7:30am.  I faced the music on the scale, stayed for the meeting and learned all about the new program.  Left feeling pretty good.  Followed that up with a really nice family walk and then went over to my brother-in-laws for the afternoon.  The kids played, the adults schmoozed and cooked on the grill.  (I had a veggie burger, no steak tips for me, just in case you were wondering.)

All in all it was a pretty good weekend.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

You gotta love this girl...



I swear there is no one else on the planet like her except maybe her father.

We stopped in to the local grocery store the other night to pick up a couple things for dinner.

First stop, produce dept. and I grab a head of lettuce, put it in my arms and off we go to the seafood dept.

While waiting to be served, I call the coach and double check what he wants for dinner.  I turn my back to be somewhat discreet and respectful to the man who is currently being waited on in front of me.  I finish my phone conversation and turn back around.

The athlete is standing there checking out the lobsters in the tank and the princess is not with him.  I turn slightly to my left and spot her...

ON HER KNEES INSIDE SOMEONE ELSE'S CARRIAGE!

There she is carefully taking this poor man's items out of the cart and stacking them up on top of one another in the empty child seat of the carriage.

I gasp and half whisper/half shout, "That's not our carriage, get outta there!"

The princess looks mortified and springs out of the carriage and into my arms like a friggin' baby gorilla and almost knocks me to the ground.  She looks up at me at justifies her little indiscretion with the reply...

"Well they had lettuce too ya know!"

I'm now laughing so loud and so hard that I have drawn attention to us.  I don't even care at this point anymore.  It was that funny.

"Sweetheart I say, we don't even have a carriage,  I'm carrying the lettuce!"

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Scared, sorry, and a mystery


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This belongs to the princess.  This is her "secret" journal, hence the ever so clever, attention drawing,  name on the cover.  This is supposed to be kept in her room and her secrets will kept safe, except maybe from her brother.

This was sitting on my kitchen counter again,  for the 3rd or 4th day in a row. Upon cleaning my kitchen yesterday, I decided to take a peek inside and see if the princess truly did have any little secrets she was jotting down.

Apparently she does 
 

Exhibit A:
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(I am very sorry right now)

Hmmmmmm...  wonder what she's sorry for this time?  I'm sure while cleaning the house today, I will stumble upon whatever little diddy made her write this down in her "secret" journal.




Exhibit B:
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(I am so scared right now?)

Notice the question mark she used at the end of her sentence. I am so scared right now, "question mark".  Well was she?  Or wasn't she?  I'm confused.

I'll tell you who should be scared right now,  Me!  Because I know my daughter and if what she did caused her to feel scared and sorry, then I truly should be frightened about what will be uncovered when this mystery finally gets solved.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

One night in Cancun...

In high school I was known as the sweet, innocent, good girl.  I never, I mean never, did stuff wrong!  I didn't drink, I didn't smoke or do drugs, I didn't even mess around with boys.  (I had a major fear of STD's!)

My major flaw?  I had a stubborn streak from hell and a mouth that wouldn't quit!  (Just ask my dad!)  Looking back on my younger years, it's pretty much the only thing that got me in trouble.  I just never knew when to Shut Up!  

When I went to college I tested the waters a bit.  I experimented with drinking, and started going to the college parties, but my core being never really changed.   I didn't try drugs, I didn't sleep around, I did drink, but I did it responsibly.  (Well except maybe for the beginning of freshman year when I experienced a hang over for the first time after drinking a bottle of cheap ass straight vodka all night long.  Then proceeded to finish off the night in the dorm bathroom stall with my face in the porcelain goddess, retching so hard I thought I was gonna pull that sucker right out of the wall. 

After those first few months I learned my lesson.  Drink responsibly, have fun, know when to STOP.  I became known to all my friends on Towers 7 West, (yes you all know who you are!!!!),  as Mother Theresa.  I was the one who stopped drinking and remained level headed.  I kept track of all my friends who came to the party and made damn sure that every one of them came home with me, before some dirt bag could scoop them up and take them home.  Some of my friends would get the worst beer goggles on after a few cold ones.  On occasion some would even get angry with me when I would drag them off a guys lap and force them to come home!  However, once sober, they would come around and ended up thanking me for my good judgement.  

I was very lucky in college and was able to vacation on Spring break 3 out of my 4 years.  Twice to Daytona Beach and senior year my friends and I went to Cancun.  

Cancun was a friggin' scary place!   I remember sitting on the bus listening to the Spring break guide riffling off all the do's and mostly don'ts while there.  Do not go anywhere alone, do not walk the beach at night, do not talk to the local men, do not accept drinks from anyone you don't know, do not go to clubs that are not on the spring break list....  and the list when on.  Those are the ones I remember.  I was regretting my decision to come to Cancun by the time we got off the bus at our hotel.  I was waaaaaay out of my comfort zone! 

 I wanted to go home, but none of this seemed to bother the other girls I was with so I just went with the flow and kept my mouth shut. I did what I always did, went out, had a couple drinks, kept tabs on my friends, got them all home safely at the end of the night.

UNTIL THURSDAY NIGHT...  and yes, I still remember exactly what night is was some 13 years later!!!

Stupidity over came me and I decided before even leaving our hotel room that night, that this was the night I was going to throw caution to the wind and let loose.  It was somebody elses turn to look after me and get me home safely.  Damn it, I deserved to have a wild and crazy night! And party I did.  I don't even remember leaving the club that night.  I do remember falling off of the commuter bus on the way home because I jumped out the door before it had come to a complete stop and rolled onto the ground to safety, doing my best drunk imitation of one of Charlie's Angel's in the process.

One of my oldest friends from elementary school picked my ass up off the ground and got me home where I had a repeat performance with the porcelain goddess.  This time however, I put on quite a show for my roommates while I cried a miserable drunk cry because I missed my boyfriend, (who turned out to be the coach), at home so much.  I kept apologizing to them all for behaving so poorly, told them over and over how much I loved them all.   And what did they all do?

What any group of close friends would do.  They sat me in a chair and fed me plain Wonder bread, slice after slice, laughing their asses off and egging me on.  They took lots of pictures too so that in case I didn't remember the evening in the morning, it would be documented in a hundred or so photos to fondly look back on days, months, even years later.  I have such wonderful friends: said in wicked sarcastic tone.  Nothing like making the most of the moment.  When we all get together we still talk about that Spring Break trip, a lot of wild crazy stuff went down in Mexico.  But I won't throw them all under the bus!  

You all know who you are, and you all know what you did!   Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!


Growing up which one were you?


Monday, April 4, 2011

Welcome New Friends!

Ultimate Blog Party 2011

Hey everyone!  Welcome to Ultimate Blog Party 2011!  This is my first year participating and I wish I had found out about this sooner.  It's a chance to come together and meet hundreds of fabulous people who are out and about in this thing we call the BLOGOSPHERE!!  Looking for some great new blogs to check out?  Look now further.  Want to increase your exposure?  Stop on by and link up!  All brought to you by two twin sisters who write 5Minutes for Mom.com.  How awesome are they!!

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So for everyone out there who doesn't know who I am,  here's a little more about me and my life:

My name is Theresa, known around these parts as Beenomom!   I am so blessed to call myself a wife to my wonderful soulmate of 10 years, 9the coach) and also a mother of two, ( the athlete and the princess). I have the best of both worlds. I work out of my home full time running a family daycare, and have been home with my children since they were born. I am an avid reader, blogger, and watcher/cheerleader for my children during their sporting events. I love spending my free time with the ones who matter most: family and friends. I am far from perfect and could spent much more time cleaning and organizing my home, but what fun is that? I prefer spending my time making memories with my husband and kids!


I started blogging after being introduced to it by a friend who also blogs.  I tried it out skeptically and became addicted.   Blogging is a creative outlet for me and helps keep me sane. It's one of the ways I stay  connected to the outside world even though I work from home.  I have met a lot of new friends through blogging, and can't wait to meet more!  


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Friday, April 1, 2011

Juggling act.... A day in my new life

I haven't posted in a while. I haven't been able to find the time.  And to be honest it's really been bothering me.  I think about it everyday.  I try to come up with something witty or funny.

But let's be honest:  that isn't realistic.  Life isn't always funny.

Sometimes life throws you a curve ball.  Things don't go your way.  Unexpected issues pop up out of nowhere.  Your life might change for better or worse.

This is where I'm at right now.  This past week has been a whirlwind.  

The coach got a promotion at work that comes with a nice pay increase -  ($$ Ka-ching!! ) But with this new title comes much added responsibility and a renewed commitment to his work.  He can no longer make his own schedule and breeze out the door in the morning around 9am.  All week he has been up and out the door by 7 and not home before 6.  This may seem the norm for some and I get that these past 10 years I have been spoiled rotten having him home.

BUT:  I am NOT used to this!  I am juggling from the minute he leaves till the minute he comes home at night.
Trying to get two children ready for school,  packing backs, signing important papers, packing snack, and running like the wind to catch the bus aint easy folks.  Lunches from home?  Yeah right, "here's your $2.50 darling, now go get yourself a pre-made highly processed, salty, entree from the school cafeteria.  Enjoy it sweety!"  (Hey, I gotta cut corners somewhere!)  

Now factor in that I have to do all this AND deal with parents dropping off their children while taking care of them all (5 or 6 daycare kids, aged 11months through 3) making it almost impossible.  Unless you are a great multitasker, juggler, mom extraordinaire, rockin' daycare provider, ect.  (I'm sure I left something out in there!) 

Then I get to do it all over again in the afternoon.  Catch the buses, deal with daycare pickup from 2:30 until 5:00pm.  Try to clean up from the day, and I reiterate the word TRY.  Give snack to up to 7 children, clean up disaster area from feeding said 7 children.  Nag the athlete and princess to start homework.  Keep remaining children busy and out of the homework area while they are working.  Continue to nag about homework. Deal with more parent pickup and change any blowout diapers I happen to sniff out.  5pm daycare closes.  Think my day calms down now?

Ha ha ha, how funny you are!!!

Quickly run around house picking up stray toys that have made their way into every single damn room of my house.  Figure out dinner and start that.  Whatever it happens to be, it must be made and ready to eat in less than an hour.  Feed kids on Mon, Thurs nights early so they can go to practice.  Try to clean up dinner BEFORE practice so I don't have to come home to a stinking mess.  Try to start a load of laundry, IF I remember.  Spend some time with the kids and the coach before bed.  Make sure athlete takes his asthma meds, crank his newly implanted palette expander, nag them both to brush their teeth, break up arguments while they brush their teeth,  go up stairs tuck them in, say prayers, kiss them goodnight.  Go down stairs eagerly looking forward to watching my shows that have been DVRed and within 20 minutes fall asleep sitting up on the couch.  Wake up stiff a few hours later and drag my tired ass up to bed.

6:00am.  Alarm goes off.  Here we go again.