Thursday, December 25, 2014

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas from my People to yours. 


Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Carrying On A Tradition

Growing up Christmas was a big deal to my Mom. She always crammed the house and yard with lights, decorations and music. We had lots of traditions at Christmas time. For example every Christmas Eve we would eat split pea soup (which is surprisingly good despite the similarity to baby poop) and go to the late service at church. Christmas Eve my cousin and I always got to open one gift and it was usually a pair of pajamas. Sometime close to Christmas we would all pile in the car and go drive around looking at lights. During the month of December my Mom, Brother and I always made tons of homemade candy. There were 7 layer bars, fudge, divinity, orange balls, chex mix, cookies, etc. We would pass it out to our neighbors and friends and eat it until we were sick. Every year my Mom would make sugar cookies in all sorts of shapes and then my cousin and I decorated them. We thought we were quiet the artists.
I have always loved Christmas. I don't go all out like my Mom used to. I don't like a ton of flashy decorations. Simple is best in my book. But, I still decorate a lot more than I do any other time of year. When Mr. Mayer and I were first married I used to make candy every year. I have my Mom and his Mom's candy recipes. However, somewhere along the way I have stopped doing that. As I type this I am thinking to myself that maybe next year is the year to pick that tradition up again. I don't force split pea soup on my family, though if I'm honest I do still have a craving and desire for it. Mr. Mayer has threatened mutiny if I ever try to make it though. #2 hates most food in general and I can only imagine what he'd do if I made split pea soup. #1 might pass out from disgust. We are hit and miss on looking at Christmas lights. So far it hasn't happened this year. One tradition I have continued since I had #1 is decorating sugar cookies. I invite some friends over and we have a big ol' messy decorating party. In the past I have made the cookies and cut them out. This year I thought I would cheat and buy premade dough. Easy peasy. No big deal at all. I also decided that the kids were old enough to help cut the cookies out. I needed to let go of some of my control and let them do it.  I got this. I had 4 tubes of dough. Everyone got their own dough to cut out. I pulled out all my cutters. My Mom gave them all to me years ago. Some are at least 50 years old and the ones I used as a little girl. The kids and I spent over an hour cutting cookies and talking about traditions and how old the cutters were. Everything went so smoothly.
I popped them in the oven and let them bake. We had 5 trays of cut out cookies. Our friends will be here at 4pm. 14 minutes passed and it was time to remove the cookies.....I'm sure you can guess where I am going with this. I didn't think about the dough I used spreading. The recipe I use doesn't spread much at all. I didn't consider my fancy premade dough would spread. O. M. G. I pulled out tray after tray of deformed cookies. You can't even tell what shape these things started out in. *Sigh* I'm glad my target audience today isn't picky. Most of them still eat their boogers. Because these cookies are a hot mess. They will decorate just the same though.


Wednesday, December 17, 2014

#MayerChristmas14

My goal this holiday season was to slow down a little. I have been a little bit successful. I can't really say that we have been totally idle. We are having fun though. We are still managing to stay super busy though! In fact we've been so busy (and tired zzzzz) that we aren't decorating our Christmas cookies until next week! I normally have that done early in the month. Just not happening. Between school activities and family life the holiday season is again zooming by. I am making an effort to breathe and make some memories. This past weekend goes down in the books as the busiest we've had in a while. I let #1 have her very first sleepover at our house. And, one girl wasn't enough, I decided she could have 2 little girls spend the night. Mr. Mayer and I took all 5 kids to see a movie that night. Ugh. What were we thinking?! 3 little girls is a bad combination. They argued and "broke up friends" at least a dozen times. I think the last time #1 came in my room was midnight to say that they had another fight. I grumpily told her it was time for everyone to go to sleep. They would like each other again in the morning. Mr. Mayer left around 4am the next morning to go duck hunting. #3 was in bed with me by 6am coughing. The girls were all up by 7:30. Fighting. Ugh. They still don't like each other. Finally all girls went home and I drug my three to a gymnastics birthday party. After the party the bad attitudes (mine included) were getting the best of me. I forced everyone to lay down and take a nap. Two hours later we all woke up with new attitudes. That night we met some friends for dinner (in our PJ's) and then went to ride the Polar Express. The kids had such a great time. The train ride took about an hour to the "North Pole" and back. Of course, it was another late night. The next day we were celebrating Christmas with Mr. Mayer's step sisters, their families, his Mom and Step Dad- 3 hours away. So I was up before the sun Sunday morning trying to get everyone looking presentable and loaded in the car. We were only 30 minutes later than my goal. Score!! We had a great time with the family. The kids ran and played hard with their cousins. We left much later than I had intended which made us getting back home much later. #1 and #3 fell asleep- hard- on the way home. We stopped for dinner and almost couldn't get #3 to wake up. He. Was. Out. We did make it home eventually and everyone went straight to bed. Including Mom and Dad! This week is full of Christmas programs at school, parties and other celebrations. It's gearing up to be a much slower paced weekend and I am ready! Next week will be full of cookie decorating and Christmas celebrations. Bring it- we are making memories!



Potato Potato

See that sad little face? That little face breaks a Mama's heart. Friday I took the Dudes to a favorite hang out, Bounce U. They have a Preschool Bounce a few times a week and I try and take the boys a couple of times a month. Especially in the winter. It's too cold to play outside and Bounce U burns a lot of energy. They have a particular inflatable that is called a "Cliff Dive." It is #2's very favorite thing in the world. You climb up some stairs and jump off a "cliff" onto another inflatable. Super fun. The boys were there a few weeks ago and #2 got to play on the inflatable. We go Friday and he's told he can no longer play on it because he's too small. They have put a new rule in place stating that the child must be 42 inches to play. 42. Inches. I'm not sure #2 is ever going to be 42 inches. He's a very tiny guy. Needless to say this new rule resulted in a complete and utter meltdown from #2. Straight to an ugly cry. There was no consoling him. To add insult to injury #3 was tall enough for the inflatable. I wouldn't let him go on it though. I figured that would just be too much for #2. So #2 and I sat there at Bounce U while he hysterically cried. An employee came over and asked if everything was okay. I gave him an earful. No. It was not okay. I didn't understand how two weeks ago it was fine for my child to go on the inflatable and today he was to small. The employee got big eyes and explained the new rule to me. He stated that some kids had jumped off improperly and hurt themselves. That's their parents issue. Sorry they got hurt, but it's my responsibility if my child gets hurt. I sign a release saying as much when we check in. And lets face it. It's #2 we are talking about. The kid can hurt himself going to the bathroom. So we sat there while #2 continued to melt down. After about 15 minutes he was not calming down so we left.  I wasn't the only angry parent. There were several Mama's there with upset kids that were leaving early as well. I'm sorry that some kids got hurt, but I don't think everyone needs to be punished for it. As a parent you assume that risk when you take your kids somewhere like that. You sign a release saying you understand that risk. This happened days ago and #2 is still traumatized by it and tears up when he thinks about it. He is currently saying that he never wants to go back to Bounce U again. #3 says he doesn't want to go back because they made his brother sad. Awww....they love each other!

Monday, December 1, 2014

Date Night

Before twins I always had the idea that I would take my kids on regular "dates" and spend all this quality one on one time with them. After twins I felt like if I could keep my head up for air I was doing good. I've always been pretty good about one on one time with #1. Her and I do things pretty regularly just her and I. Mr. Mayer and I try to take her out just the 3 of us periodically as well. The Dudes are a whole other story. Every once in a while Mr. Mayer will take one and go run errands and I'll keep the other one with me. Most of the time it's me and Dudes doing things together. Me and just one of them is very rare. So this week I decided I would take each child on a date. Just the two of us. I had gotten us a sibling group of 3 off the local Angel Tree. I had also taken a child in need from church a few weeks ago. It was a perfect activity to do with each kid and a lot less overwhelming for me than taking all three to pick out gifts together. I decided birth order would be the best and most fair approach. Each child could go on a date with me and we would buy gifts for an Angel.
I started yesterday with #1. Since I had 4 Angels and only three kids she got to pick out for two. Today was #2's turn. Oh #2. I was a little concerned about our date. Today was a rough day. He and #3 whined and fought all. day. long. I wanted to scream most of the day. I was worried he would be whiny on our date and I would go crazy. After dinner I had him put his shoes and socks on and off we went. We stopped at the hardware store and bought carpet cleaner. I had big plans for Mr. Mayer later. Then we went to Wal Mart to shop for his Angel. Every toy the child saw in the store and even some non toys he exclaimed "Oh Mom!! I really really want that!" Every. Single. Toy. Not only did he want every toy he saw he did not stop talking from the second we walked out of our house until I put him to bed tonight. It was exhausting listening to him. I didn't have to talk much. The cashier said to him as we were leaving "Oh my, you're a talker." He looked at her and said "Yeah. I like to talk." No kidding! After Wal Mart he chose Braum's as his special snack (#1 chose that yesterday too. I can't seem to get anyone to want to go to Starbucks!)so off we went. He chose the "orange ice cream" in a cone "that tastes good." After he ate the entire ice cream cone that was as large as he was he looked at me and said "I don't really like this." Whatever kid, I don't buy it. During our special snack we talked about everything. His favorite cartoons. Who his best friends were. What he wanted from Santa (A Max tow truck and a candy maker that you can eat the sticks).  We also discussed what we should get his Dad, brother, Sister, Me and Aunt Betsy for Christmas.
His Dad: Headphones, a TV for his headphones, a stabilizer, glue, and a laser.
#1: An "America Girl" and a Rasta Girl.
#3: A "girl hot wheels track race" and "girl hot wheels" and a toy vacuum.
Me: "Girly stuff. Like a laser, a vacuum and a stabilizer."
Aunt Betsy: "You have to share your girly stuff with Aunt Betsy."
So, I hope Aunt Betsy doesn't mind sharing a stabilizer. Whatever that is.
As we were leaving Braum's a couple a few tables from us said "You sure have a precious little boy" as we were walking out. Yes. I have to agree. He is a precious little boy. I realized that I need to make more of an effort to have these little "dates" with my kids. They are only little for a short period of time and I don't want to miss it. Even if my ears are tired!

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

'Tis the Season

What is your gift giving philosophy when it comes to your children? Do you set a specific dollar amount and spend that much on each kid? Do you set a gift amount and only give that set amount of gifts? My philosophy is evolving. I LOVE giving gifts. I agonize over finding the right gift for people and get joy watching them unwrap and seeing the excitement in their faces. I really find joy watching my children open their gifts at Christmas. This has caused some problems for me.
When #1, our little Diva, was born she was an only child for 3 1/2 years. And spoiled. I didn't even consider a dollar amount, gift amount or anything when buying her Christmas gifts. I just bought. And I bought throughout the year. It was common for Mr. Mayer and Diva to be buried in a mountain of gifts on Christmas morning. Then came #2 & #3 and I continued the same philosophy. However, our budget had changed drastically since I had quit my job. I spent a year hitting sales and finding amazing deals for Christmas gifts. I would hide the gifts in a spare closet and had no idea what I had in there until it came time to wrap it all. The gifts would pile far past the tree skirt and fill the room. That first Christmas we had the boys I remember looking around the room and looking at Diva buried under another mountain of gifts and feeling guilt and remorse. Not joy. She had so much that it took her weeks to even play with it all. Then there were only a few toys that she truly enjoyed and was happy about. I didn't like what I was feeling. I vowed that the next year things would change. But they didn't. I got caught up buying things again and again all 3 kids were buried under a mountain of gifts. Half of which they weren't even interested in. Mr. Mayer and I were just as guilty about over buying for each other too. It would take forever to open the gifts Christmas morning and then months to pay off what we had spent on everyone. I didn't like how I felt afterwards either.
Last year I made a promise to myself that things WOULD change. They had to. I decided that I would only get each child 5 gifts. Including their traditional Christmas Eve pajama's. Now, 5 gifts may still seem extreme to some. But, considering how the previous years had gone 5 gifts was very conservative for me. Mr. Mayer and I agreed that we only get each other 2 gifts. I tried to pick out things that I new the kids really wanted and would love. Christmas morning came and I truly enjoyed watching the kids and seeing their excitement. I did not feel the guilt afterwards.
My new Christmas plan was not without some growing pains however. Diva was not happy. After she opened all her gifts she asked "Is that all?!" Then proceeded to throw a huge temper tantrum because she "didn't get that much." I felt irritated and angry that she was so ungrateful. Then I had to take a step back and remind myself that it was my fault. I had set her up. We have spent the past year working on gratitude. I am hoping that this year has a much different outcome.
The kids will again get 5 gifts this year. This will include their traditional Christmas Eve gift, a gift from their siblings and then from Mr. Mayer and I. I have even considered dropping it down to 4 gifts.
I am also trying to tone down their Santa gifts this year too. Baby steps people. I was raised in a family that Santa always left a big fancy gift.  Mr. Mayer was raised where Santa only left a few little silly things and the parents left the big fancy gift (think bike, gaming system, etc). I have carried on my family tradition. However, I am starting to see Mr. Mayer's way of thinking. I want credit for the big fancy gift. This year I am going to pay attention to my children and see what they ask Santa for. They will get that and a few silly stocking stuffers. It will not the overflowing sea of gifts that occurred the previous years.
My goal in this is to retain some joy of the season, not spend the next year paying off Christmas and not be buried in a sea of toys that never get played with. I don't think that in 20 years my kids will look back and say their best memory was that they had 100 gifts each at Christmas. I think that they will look back and remember how much fun and joy we had. At least that is my hope. Raising little humans is hard. And raising them in an attitude of gratitude is especially hard.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Marathon Man

Hello friends!! I'm happy to report since my last blog I am feeling MUCH better. More and more like my old self every day. It's great.
This past weekend Mr. Mayer and I traveled to Virginia to check something off of his bucket list he has been working very hard for. Thanks to our "Kewah" we were able to go kid free. The journey actually began last New Year's Eve when Mr. Mayer's cousin, Ryan, convinced  (I'm pretty sure whiskey was involved in the persuasion as well) him to run a marathon. Not just any marathon-the Marine Corp. Memorial Marathon. It's the 3rd largest marathon and participants are picked on a lottery basis. Mr. Mayer signed up thinking that his chances of being chosen were slim. However, in early spring Ryan text and said he had been chosen for the marathon. Mr. Mayer hadn't been notified so he thought he didn't get picked. Well, later in the day he got the text saying he was picked. Let the training begin!! Ryan created a training plan for he and Mr. Mayer. Mr. Mayer began running, and running, and running. I joked I became a running widow. Hahaha....you guys know it's true. Mr. Mayer kinda slacked off the past month or so. Life happens and running takes a lot of time. The date for the marathon drew closer and closer. Mr. Mayer became more and more nervous. By last week he was hardly sleeping he was so nervous. We flew to Virginia on Friday and stayed with our cousins Ryan and Elizabeth. They have two of the cutest kids ever. One being a new baby I was dying to go squish. And Miss Emily is very squishy. I. Hated. Every. Minute. JK! Friday night we celebrated grown up style with dinner and drinks. Saturday we all went into DC. Mr. Mayer and Ryan went and picked up their packets and gear. Elizabeth and I went to the Eastern Market. Now- I have had a long love affair with the east coast. I have often said if it weren't for the traffic I would move east in an instant. Spending the day in DC and going to Eastern Market did nothing to diminish my love for that part of the country. And fall time in the east is absolutely breathtaking. Later in the day we went back and hung out in the backyard enjoying the sunshine and perfect weather. It was so rough. Especially since I was told it was 90 in Oklahoma. The next morning we were up at 4am to begin the fun. Ugh that was early. Mr. Mayer was beyond nervous. He and Ryan left around 5. Elizabeth and I planned to leave around 7:30. This was my first time going to a marathon and let me just say that spectating is an event in itself. Elizabeth and I covered over 7 miles just trying to catch the guys at different mile markers. We started at mile 5 1/2. We missed Ryan but were able to see Mr. Mayer run by. He was looking good. Next we raced over to mile 10 in hopes to catch Ryan. The problem is Ryan runs a 7.23 minute mile. Needless to say we missed him there too. After that we ran back to the Metro and went to miles 18 and 19. There we were able to see both the guys. At mile 18 Ryan was looking great and still smiling. By mile 19 he was looking a little worse for wear. At mile 18 Mr. Mayer was looking pretty good. He said he had fallen apart a few miles back but felt like he had collected himself. We gave him some Gatorade and a banana at mile 19 and sent him on his way. Then we raced to the finish line. Hole. E. Balls. That was overwhelming. There were over 30,000 marathon participants and probably 3x that many spectators-all at the finish line. The finish line was at the top of a steep hill at Arlington Cemetery (Marathon began at the Pentagon). The runners belongings were in UPS trucks at the bottom of the hill around a corner. Ryan being a super fast human finished in a little over 3 hours. We met him and went to collect Mr. Mayer's belongings. We may or may not have told the people at Mr. Mayer's UPS truck he was in the medical tent so we could get his stuff for him. I plead the 5th. Then Elizabeth and I hiked up the hill to the finish line to see Mr. Mayer run across. Problem is (and I totally understand the safety reasons for this, but still irritated) they had a huge chain link fence blocking spectators from the finish line. So I had to stand some distance away and watch as Mr. Mayer ran across. I was so proud. This is a goal he has had for a long time. I know he's proud of his accomplishment as well. You could visibly see the relief in his face as he finished his race. His official finish time was 5:49:30. It was not the time he wanted (he wanted 5 or under), but I have to remind him that's still a HUGE accomplishment. Mr. Mayer is already saying "in my next marathon." I suspect there will be a few more in his future.
I had no idea what to expect when Elizabeth and I left Sunday morning. I was prepared for a lot of waiting around. I had no idea how much fun watching and cheering would be. The people watching alone was fantastic. Add in the patriotism of the event and it was a fun day. There were Marines at all the aid stations and cheering the runners on. There were Air Force and Coast Guard planes and helicopters flying around. All in the Nation's Capitol.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Down The Rabbit Hole

Life has been pretty tumultuous for me lately. I haven't been myself. I've given up on a lot of things that I love and enjoy doing. Such as my blog. It had just become too much of an effort. Which is sad since writing has always been something I have really loved to do and been a great escape for me. Then my Mother has had another health crisis. This time it's pretty bad. That was the straw that broke this camel's back. I went to the doctor this week. I wanted to cancel a 1,000 times. I convinced myself I was just imagining things. But as each day passed I felt myself slip further down the rabbit hole.
I come from a very long line of mental illness. It's scary stuff. Suicide, substance abuse and inpatient facilities unfortunately were something I was familiar with at a young age. Not for me, but for a lot of my loved ones. I have been asked the question for years "How did you turn out so normal?" I always laugh and say "I don't know." All the while I am freaking out on the inside that someone would figure out that I wasn't normal. I have always felt I kept a pretty good handle on my crazy. There have been times in my life when I probably go through binges where I drink to much, get a little to sad or sleep too much. I have always been able to shake it off. Until recently. Actually, no, I take that back. It hasn't been so recent. If I'm being honest it's something that started 18 months ago. I have spent all of my adult life in Social Work and mental illness. I KNOW the signs, symptoms, what to do. I will be my loved ones and clients biggest advocate to get help. Yet, somehow, when it came to me I would wake up every day and think it will just go away. I thought if I "faked it til I made it" I would be okay. I wasn't okay.
After I had #2 and #3 I got depressed. I knew I was depressed. I had a traumatic delivery, two new born babies, a 3 year old and I was suddenly a SAHM. I remember the conversation I had with my OB (who by that point was a good friend rather than doctor) clearly. He was worried and I assured him I would pull out of it. And I did. I worked really hard to get back to myself. I felt like I maintained a pretty even keel for a long time.
Then 18 months ago my Mother spent 6 weeks in ICU. Doctor's told us she wasn't going to get better and we should make funeral arrangements. It was devastating. At the time I thought I was handling it well. Looking back I realize I was a mess. She did get better and eventually went home. Things were different though. Life became harder it seemed. I became angrier and angrier. If I wasn't angry I was crying. I started yelling at the kids. Losing my cool over really silly things like they didn't put on socks with their shoes or spill their cereal on the table. I started worrying that I was not doing enough. I started feeling like everything had to be perfect and I had to be one of those Pinterest Mom's who can do everything and make it seem so easy. I really put up a good front. Overachieving became my motto. I often get comments to the tune of "I don't know how you do it. You always have so much patience." These comments would kill me. Inside I was crumbling. I was so worried the cracks were going to start showing in my veneer and that I would be a disappointment to a lot of people. That's the root of it. I didn't want to disappoint anyone. Then my Mother fell and broke her neck. She literally broke her neck. I fell apart. I started having panic attacks on a daily basis. I started falling asleep during the day and not sleeping at night. I wasn't showering. I haven't even changed the sheets on my bed in over a week (which is unheard of for me. I like clean sheets). I felt hopeless. I made an appointment with my doctor.
I had to wait 2 weeks for the appointment. I wanted to cancel so many times. But I didn't. I went and cried through the entire appointment. The doctor diagnosed me with moderately high depression and general anxiety disorder (GAD). I started an antidepressant that day. Today is day 4. Yesterday wasn't a good day. I had another panic attack because I was taking a little time for myself instead of doing a chore at home. Today is better. I don't feel angry or like I want to strangle someone. I'm still feeling pretty anxious about life, but I haven't yelled at the kids in a couple of days or lost it because they made a mess. I'm horrified at how far I let myself go. I've always been a pretty laid back person. This isn't me. My family deserves better and Mr. Mayer deserves a medal for putting up with me and my neurosis. I am going to have a little more understanding the next time I have a client or loved one tell me why they delayed treatment or they thought it would "just go away." It doesn't just go away.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Oil of Olay

My Mother is 77 years old. She'll be 78 in a few months. Biologically she is my paternal grandmother. They became Mom and Dad decades ago and have been the only example of parents I've ever had. Her health is not good. At all. We've had some long nights at the hospital in the recent years. Each time being a little worse than the time before. Last week my Mother fell and broke her neck. Yes. Her neck. You always hear of older people breaking hips, shoulders, arms, etc. Not necks. But, that is exactly what she has done. She fractured her C1 in two places and severed her C2. She is in a hospital 4 hours from me. Mr. Mayer and I did not even hesitate for a second about traveling to be with her. My Mother and I do not have a perfect relationship. It has always been a bumpy one. I spent most of my adolescence rebelling against her and the majority of my adult life trying not to be anything like her. However, one thing I've learned is that at the end of the day she's still my Mother and I still love her. My mother has broken her neck. It's awful. But, the most heartbreaking reality is that my Mother also suffers from Dementia. She has very severe Sundowners. Being in a hospital away from everything familiar exacerbates this. The rational social worker side of me knows. I know she does not mean most of what she says. The emotional daughter side of me is crushed. Every harsh word, accusation, plead and violent outburst crushes me. My only goal is to keep her safe because at some point we have switched roles and I became the caretaker and guardian of my Mother. It's an isolating feeling at times and I think I catch a glimpse of what she must have gone through. 
My Mother raised 6 children. She has buried one and had countless foster children through her home. She is tough as nails and a fighter. I think all my friends were scared of her growing up. I was as well, to an extent. But, tonight as I was washing my face and getting ready for bed I reached down to put on my face cream. It's Oil of Olay. My Mother has smelled like Oil of Olay for as long as I can remember. Tonight as I was putting it on my face I thought about her and how she put it on every night.  My Mother has beautiful skin. It's fair and smooth. Until recently it didn't show her true age. I remember watching her and laying in her bed chatting with her about some nonsense of the day. It's funny how one scent can take us back to a time and place we had long forgotten about. These next few weeks are going to be very hard. But, I am going to hold onto my memories and know that it hasn't always been like this. 

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

First Days...

WHOO HOO!!! School started!! There's a picture going around on the Internet of a Mom jumping for joy on the first day of school. That's how I feel. For the most part summer went by at the speed of light. I wanted to make a lot of memories this summer and have a lot of fun. I think we were successful. However-the past 3 weeks have dragged by. We all survived each other this summer until 3 weeks ago. Then the fighting, yelling, crying and whining set in. I lost count how many fights I have had to break up recently. I think we all needed a break from each other. And, kids are creatures of habit. They thrive in routine and predictability. Our summer has been anything but routine and predictable. Every day was a new day with new adventures. I was excited for school to start so that we could get back into a normal routine as much as anything. And for their part the kids in this house were sooooooo excited for school to start. The Dudes started back at 2 day a week preschool yesterday and the Diva started 2nd grade today. Yes. 2nd grade. I don't know when she got so big, but it happened. She could hardly contain her excitement this morning. Though she did say yesterday she was a little sad about the upcoming school year. There are two twin boys the same age as #1 that live down the street from us. Since Pre-K she has been in class with one or both of them. When they aren't in school they play together a lot. She is at their house or they are at our house playing. This year they are both in different classes than she is. She is a little bummed about this. I have assured her it is still going to be an awesome year. Yesterday she announced to me that I could NOT take her to school. She was a 2nd grader now. I guess she thought she would embarrass her or something. Whatever. I would never! She told her Dad this morning that he could just drop her off in the drop off line. He didn't need to walk her in. I thought we had a few more years before we started embarrassing her. Oh well. The Dudes and I are leaving in a little while to go pick her up. I can't wait to hear about her first day.



Thursday, August 14, 2014

Dressing Ourselves

The Dudes are growing and changing on a daily basis. When I look back to a year ago to today it makes my head spin. A year ago I wasn't sure #3 would ever poop in the potty and I didn't think either one of them would ever speak clear enough to understand. Today they are fully potty trained. Well...except when around water. #2 has the uncanny ability to have to poop anytime he is near a body of water. Yes. He STILL poops in the bathtub it you don't watch him. And when you go to a swimming pool prepare yourself. 20 minutes after arrival he will HAVE to go poop. Immediately. There were a few instances of poop in the pants at the pool. I had to threaten him with baby diapers to get him to stop doing that. Sheesh. Anyway...back on task. Growing up. Changing. They are BIG boys these days. As Mr. Mayer frequently points out they are REAL PEOPLE. It's amazing. The most recent thing they have been doing consistently is dressing themselves. It just happened one morning last week. First #2 came downstairs. Fully dressed and even matching pretty well. #3 saw this and he raced upstairs and came back fully dressed. Matching...eh...not so great. And, he has developed an obsession with long sleeve shirts. We live in Eastern Oklahoma. It is August in Oklahoma. While not as hot as past summers, it's still hot, and my special little boy is wearing long sleeves. He assures me he won't get hot. He pairs them with shorts. Matching is not necessary. He is related to #1 after all. To be honest, both boys are so proud of themselves that I am not going to make them change. If he wants to wear long sleeves I'm going to let him. Unless we have an important function or pictures. The I get to pick the clothes. This morning was meet the teacher at the Dudes preschool. I have always been of the opinion I am not going to go out of my way to dress up or do anything special for meet the teacher or conferences. They are going to see my kids day in and day out and why start off the year with a lie. I'm going to let them get a clear picture of what they will be dealing with through the year. I told the boys to go upstairs and put underwear on (you would be surprised, but this daily reminder is necessary) and to get dressed. I was pleasantly surprised when #3 came downstairs in a t-shirt and shorts that matched. Wow! Then #2 came downstairs with #1 close behind. She proudly announced that she helped him get dressed this morning. He proudly announced he was wearing his camo shorts and looked so cool. The camo really brought out the purple in his purple and white button up shirt that was accentuated with an orange bow tie. Yup. He was a sight to behold. As the good mother I am I had to take a picture. Wouldn't you? However....after I took the picture #2 decided he did not like the bow tie look and really wanted to wear his Jake and the Pirates t-shirt and went and changed.

Friday, August 8, 2014

Disney World- A Different Perspective

For all my FB friends you have seen this. I just cleaned it up and put it in a nice little package. Just a recap of our time at Disney World.

Captains log 02: we survived our first full day of captivity. We are becoming enmeshed with the local culture and adapting to our surroundings. The First Mate and I have found a local source of liquid and are taking full advantage. The soldiers in our company have maintained a steady state of wakefulness and have taken full advantage of the indoor plumbing. We have walked many miles and are told more to come tomorrow. So far we have all maintained our composure and have not turned on each other. It was touch and go with soldier #2 this afternoon when he was not rewarded for whacking some moles or shooting his target. However, after being distracted by dinosaurs and food all was well.
Captains log: Star date 03-we remain in captivity. I am unsure if our captors are sympathetic to our situation or wish to torture us. We have witnessed many stages of emotions. This morning we were taken to a holding cell. I'll admit the First Mate and I were nearly broken at this colorful cell. The First Mate nearly succumb to the unusual techniques. We held fast to our positions. Our futures were questionable after soldier #3 pulled down his pants in the middle of the cell and declared to everyone around that his penis was too big and would not go down. After the First Mate and I composed soldier #3 and redressed him the soldiers were all taken into another cell where they were cleaned, shined and sprinkled with pixie dust and pirates treasure and sent back to us. Afterwards we were all very hungry. Our captures sent us on a long journey through a magical land full of royalty and beasts. It was a friendly land and everyone was happy to be there. So happy in fact they were singing and dancing in the streets despite the torrential downpours that have been occurring on a daily basis. We were treated to a small feast to fill us since the First Mate was near mutiny levels and we were considering deserting soldier #2 and the next rest stop. After our feast our captors marched us to a strange land and sent us on a ship into the galaxy where we went to battle with an evil villain who called himself Zurgg. We defeated the villain and returned back to earth. In the evening we were treated to another feast and liquid stress relief. For our dinner our captors served us the legs of an Alaskan King. We are hoping that we will not meet the same fate. Until tomorrow….
Captains log: Star date 04- we continue to travel through this strange land still unsure if our captors are friend or foe. Today we feasted in the castle of a beast that had talking candlesticks and dishes. I'm confident I saw a clock talking as well. We were introduced to Princesses from near and far and are told there are more still to meet. We were given archery lessons by one and had to travel deep under the sea to meet another who combed her hair with forks. They were all very kind and beautiful. We rode flying elephants and met an evil sea witch named Ursula. The torrential downpours continue. This makes for unpleasant traveling. However, it did allow for the soldiers to have some much needed rest. For dinner we went in a time machine back to a land of black and white TV's and "Mom" did the cooking. She was a VERY good cook. Afterwards there was singing and dancing in the streets with royalty from Arendale and colorful explosions in the sky. The Queen can make ice with her hands. It was very enthralling. I'm afraid the soldiers are all suffering Stockholm Syndrome. They joined in the celebrations tonight and knew all the words to the local songs. They are quickly forgetting about their homeland.
Captains log: Star date 05- the monsoons continue. The First Mate and I have been a little disheartened by the situation. We remained in our cells for the day. We only left for food. We attempted some water recreation but were thwarted by our captors. Eventually after our evening meal our captors allowed us to enter the recreation area. The soldiers were especially delighted to splash and play by the moonlight. There was even a warm bubbly pool to soak in that the soldiers found very exciting. Tomorrow we will attempt to venture out to other magical lands. We are hoping there is a reprieve in the torrential downpours.
Captains log: Star date 06- The monsoons that plague us were absent today. It was very pleasant. We left our holding cell for the day and traveled to another magical kingdom. This kingdom was anchored by a large golf ball. There were many nations in this country. We were able to travel from Morocco to Germany in the matter of minutes. Soldier #1 received her first tattoo while we were visiting the nation of Morocco. She is quite taken with it. Soldiers #2&3 have become snake charmers and we are now traveling with two cobras. The First Mate and I found liquid refreshment and food in Germany and we spent a great deal of time there. We traveled into the giant golf ball and were transported into outer space. Afterwards we were led into a room where we were greeted by the ruler, a giant mouse. He was accompanied by his wife and a giant dog who I believe may be one of his commanders. They were very friendly to us. Later in the afternoon we again traveled under the sea and met a friendly turtle named Crush. We also took a boat ride through the tunnels which the soldiers really enjoyed. When we left that kingdom with our cobras in tow we journey to a rustic campground and were treated to libations and BBQ. There were entertainers and lots of dancing that the soldiers all enjoyed. The giant mouse that seems to be in charge here was present and dancing with everyone. He brought his wife and friends with him. He is a friendly ruler. Soldier #3 is quiet smitten with the wife of the giant mouse. After the celebration was over we began a long journey back to our holding cell. There the soldiers were insistent on another moonlight adventure in the water. The First Mate and I obliged.

Captains log: Star date 07- this will be my last report. We are being released tomorrow and returning home.The monsoons held off for another day. We travelled to a small village that was entirely water. The soldiers loved it. Soldier #1 and I spent some time in a lazy river with some of the locals. Today I learned that the First Mate has a dislike for water parks and lazy rivers. After our day in the water we went back to our holding cell to put on dry clothes for our next destination. We decided to fore go showers. The temperatures combined with humidity are making showers pointless if we plan on stepping outside. After we changed and everyone had shoes on (surprisingly this is a VERY difficult task) we journeyed to a near by island for a Luau. We were treated to a traditional feast and taught dances from our hosts homeland. There were women in grass skirts and men who danced with fire. The soldiers were mesmerized. After the celebration we returned back to our cell and had one last moonlight dip. Upon returning from playing the soldiers started showering. Soldier #1 began screaming from her shower like someone was trying to kill her. As I enter the room prepared for a bloodbath I discover that a Godzilla like creature had snuck into the shower. As she was getting in he viciously attacked and caught her off guard. I caught the creature for soldier #1 and held it at bay until the First Mate and soldiers #2&3 were done with their showers. I explained to the First Mate about Godzilla and how he viciously attacked soldier #1. The First Mate and soldiers #2&3 inspected the creature and then took it to an off sight location. Soldier #1 was able to complete her shower. I have attached a picture of Godzilla for your reference. Please note that the object in the picture is slightly larger than the actual assailant.



Thursday, June 12, 2014

Mom's Trash Sack

#2 & #3 learned a valuable lesson this evening. I'm hoping it has the same affect on them it had on #1. We have been battling for MONTHS with the boys to pick up their *&^%$F#%^U toys. We have raced timers, bargained, bribed, threatened, etc. Nothing works. They play, throw fits, whine and Mr. Mayer and I get frustrated and pick up the mess ourselves. #1 used to do the very. same. thing. It really grates me. It doesn't help that my children have too many toys as it is, but then toys have a way multiplying. My house looks like an A-Bomb went off. No joke. You can't see carpet for all the toys. I would like to think I deal with it okay, but at the end of the day as part of their nighttime routine it is the kids job to clean up after themselves. I'm not a maid. And I just want to walk across the floor in the dark and not step on a toy. Tonight was no different. WWIII happened upstairs. I told the kids all day they were going to have to clean up. We came home from dinner and I sent #1 down the hall to clean up the rubber band destruction (seriously. loomy bands are the devil. Those little *&^% are in my nightmares). I sent #2&#3 upstairs. They had 30 minutes to throw some dress up clothes in a toy box and some stuffed animals in a tub. They played. Fought. Squealed. Played some more. Drug out more toys. I finally set a timer for the last 10 minutes and told them that if they did not pick up I was going to bring a trash bag and put all the toys they did not pick up in it. 10 minutes passed. The timer buzzed and all hell broke loose. I took my trash sack up and proceeded to bag up all the toys that were left in the floor. Including #3's favorite Barbie and I'm pretty sure #2's Mohawk monster truck. It was some high drama. I had to bag up #1's toys before. It took 2 times before she started taking me seriously. Now she does a pretty good job of picking up. I'm hoping the same for #2 & #3. #2 took it VERY hard tonight. He's still upstairs crying because I threw away all their toys. According to #2 "It's all Mom's fault!" He has asked his Daddy a dozen times if he will go to Target and buy him some more. Daddy keeps telling him that he's going to have to take care of the toys he has left and pick them up when he's told before he gets new ones. #3 is devastated that I threw his Barbie "frwom Gweat Wooof Wodge" away. In all honesty I did bag up the toys. In fact there were so many toys left out that I ran out of room in my bag and slipped some back into the toys boxes. However, I am not mean enough to actually throw good toys away. The bag is tucked away safely in the attic until an undetermined time when I will slip the toys back into their toy boxes. My point has been made and hopefully it will leave an impression on them. #1 still talks about when Mama threw away her toys.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Mommy and Daddy Vacay 2014

It's that time of year! Last year Mr. Mayer and I went to Las Vegas for a week. This year we left the country!!! Just looking at these pictures makes me want to go back! Mr. Mayer and I just spent a FANTASTIC week in Turks and Caicos. We went with our friends/in laws Julie and Bryan. This was their 4th time there. After about 5 minutes there I understood exactly why they keep going back year after year. We stayed at the Villa Renaissance in Providenciales. It was absolute heaven. It is a small boutique hotel. Not a lot going on which was exactly what I was in the market for. Mr. Mayer and Bryan played golf (which was included with our stay) and Julie and I diligently held down the beach chairs. Someone had to do it :) We rotated between the pool and the ocean. The beach was 21 miles of stunning white sand. It was so soft to walk on. In the evenings we would go to a local restaurant for dinner and walk on the beach back to our hotel. Ah-Maz-Ing! We went to a different resturant every night. Some nights we went all together and a few nights we went on "date nights."The food everywhere was exquisite. There was not a bad meal all week. Or dessert. It was a good thing we did so much walking. Our hotel also provided bikes to ride. I hadn't ridden a bike (other than a spin bike) since I was a kid. It was so much fun. One day we took a snorkeling trip. They took us to the other side of the island to snorkel the reef. **Interesting fact: The reef in Providenciales is the 3rd largest in the world.** It was windy and the sea was rough that day. Needless to say I was pretty ill by the time we reached our destination. We snorkeled a while. Then we went to another island and had some conch salad and explored the island. After we loaded back on the boat they took us to another area of the island where we all swam a while. I have no words to describe how beautiful it was there. The water was a brilliant turquoise and you could see down it for forever. The boat had a diving board on the roof. When alcohol and diving boards are involved the laughter is endless. While on our little adventure the 4 us of Okies met one of the most interesting couples of our whole trip. It was a young couple from Brazil. He was wearing a little banana hammock of a swim suit that was very distracting. Initially I thought that was the most distracting thing about them. Then we started snorkeling and I kept bumping into her. Specifically into her rear end. Her thong clad rear end. Every time I turned around that thing was in my face! Oy! Her and banana hammock man were snorkeling holding hands. Awww....so sweet. And I will finish by saying this...the amount of selfies they took was astounding. I would love to be on their Facebook feed. They weren't just casual cheese selfies. These were posed shots. On the boat, in the water, on the shore, snorkeling...you name it one of them was taking a picture of themselves. Another thing that we all noticed during our week there was all the couples on their "babymoon." It was a perfect place for one.
I will admit that I missed my little zoo. I think Mr. Mayer even missed them a little. However, it was so nice to get away for a while. It was especially nice to get away with Mr. Mayer and to act like a grown up. Mr. Mayer and I have been married 11 years. Together 13. Maybe 14? Sheesh. A while. I can't remember. We try to do regular date nights and spend time together. However, a week away does the soul some good. My philosophy has always been that while I LOVE my kids to my very core, they are temporary. They are not the center of my universe. I had a life before them. I will have a life after them too. Mr. Mayer and I had a relationship before them. He will be here with me after they are grown and gone. I plan on us still liking each other in 40 years.
We left the kids with KiKi again this year. I think she had an easier time this year than she did last year :) Hopefully she'll be willing to do it again! I will say this~ as the kids get older the job gets easier. In some ways at least. They are more self sufficient and able to do more. Their energy is still through the roof! Everyone was in bed when we got home from our trip. We had some VERY excited kids the next morning. I think they missed me too.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Lotion

I've been making a body lotion for years. I got the "recipe" from my Aunt Kathy (thanks Aunt Kathy!) about a 1,000 years ago. It is so easy and makes for really great gifts. Over the years I have experimented with different blends and smells. Some I like. Some will never be repeated. The recipe is as follows: 
1 regular sized bottle of baby lotion (any brand works. I prefer Johnson's b/c it's thicker)
1 large (like BIG) container of Vaseline
Vitamin E oil (optional. I use about 1 Tbsp)
Place all ingredients in bowl (I use a stand mixer) and mix until smooth. 
This recipe works well with the lavender scented lotion too. Today I made a variation of this lotion that I am very happy with. I replaced Vaseline with coconut oil and added in some lavender essential oil (about 15 drops). I put all the ingredients in my stand mixer and whipped the snot out of it until it was smooth. Anyone who has used coconut oil before knows it melts easily. I've used plain coconut oil for years as a body moisturizer. When I mixed everything together the oil melted and it was not as thick as when I use Vaseline. However, since I jarred it and let it rest it has firmed up some. This recipe makes about 4 cups or 2 large jars of lotion. It will last you forever. A little bit goes a very long way with this stuff! Enjoy!
That is not the actual lotion bottle I used. I used a smaller bottle of lotion to make this batch.


Thursday, May 1, 2014

Happy Life

I am only one person. There is a limit to my abilities. I know~shocking. I AM NOT SUPERWOMAN. I say this to point out that the busier life gets around here some things are pushed to the side. Lately those things are my house. I get up at 4:45am 3x a week for the gym. The kids are in activities and play dates and I stay on the go from the second I get up until bedtime. This past weekend I worked at the TMOMs sale and then had to buy groceries. The days that the Dudes go to school I run errands, have appts. and I have been meeting a personal trainer at 1pm. 1 pm is a really terrible time for me. As soon as I'm done at the gym I have to run to get kids. I don't feel like I have time to get anything really accomplished. I'm sure it's the same for everyone reading this. This morning after running some errands I walked into my house and realized that this place has gotten really bad. I couldn't see the counters in my kitchen for all the piles of stuff. Dishes were flowing out of the sink. My recycling was falling in the floor. Someone had found some powder and proceeded to cover the upstairs bathroom in it. And I still had 6 loads of laundry that needed to be washed. Decision time. The saying "Cleanliness is next to Godliness" rings true for me. I feel better about everything when things are nice and neat. I feel very stressed and overwhelmed with everything when I am surrounded by clutter. As I looked around my house I felt panic start to boil inside me. I had 1 hour until I had to leave to make the gym in time. I could go ahead and make my appt. or I could take a time out and get this house under control. I chose the latter. I knew I would be much happier if I could see my kitchen and walk without tripping on something. I text my trainer and said I wasn't going to make it. I had to take care of some other stuff. Then I tackled the disaster zone. It is amazing how much more I can get done when I don't have kids here. My kitchen is now clean, floors clean, laundry almost done, recycling taken out, recycling tubs cleaned and baby powder is cleaned up. Whew! I feel much better. 

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Spring Fever

Seriously y'all...the weather is getting warmer, we are playing outside more and everyone around here has been sick. Blurg. I need these germs and fevers out of my house. Being sick in spring is cruel and unusual. Last week #2 had....herpangina. Isn't that an awful name?! Sounds like an STD. Ick. Thankfully it was over with quickly. I thought #3 was getting it. He ran a low temp for a few hours and that was it. Nothing more other than his normal Mama's Boy whining. Whew! When #1 started saying she had a sore throat I assumed she had herpangina as well. Two days in I knew it was something different. Turns out she had strep throat. She normally gets it only on Halloween. She's shaking things up in 2014. After a few days and some good medicine she is feeling much better. Thank goodness. We all got a full nights sleep last night. Prior to the kids getting all germy and puny I got sick. Mom's aren't allowed to get sick. I have to give a shout out to Mr. Mayer though. The kids were all 3 at school. I was feeling rough and he left work to bring me some soup. Awww.... Sorry ladies. He's taken ;) My disease only lasted about a day, but it was still a miserable day. I was kind enough to share with Mr. Mayer. He didn't appreciate my thank you! I don't really blame him. Cross your fingers, toes and whatever else that we are all on the mend. It's been a long 2 weeks. On a plus side...Mr. Mayer and I had to work at my TMOM'S sale all day Saturday again. If you will recall last time we had to leave the kids all day with a babysitter she lost my kid. I might have mentioned it here. I was p-o'd. This time when we got home all kids were accounted for and very happy. I won't lie. I text several times and remained a little nervous throughout the day. I happen to have some really great babysitters now and she's one of them.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Just Another Day In Paradise


I don't want to brag, but I think I've seen every public restroom in the tri-state area and New Mexico. Don't be jealous. In all seriousness why did I potty train my children?! OMG! It never fails. Anytime we go anywhere someone has to potty. It doesn't matter if I make everyone go before we leave the house or when we first get somewhere. In the middle of whatever we are doing I hear "there is something coming out of my butt! I have to poop now!!" Or there is the super embarrassing right in the middle of Target "My PENIS hurts!!! Weally weally bad!!!" Then there is #2 that likes to hold himself because I guess that makes it better? Or #1 who squats down on the floor and looks like she's in pain then tells me she doesn't need to go. Ugh. I really don't like public restrooms :/ Today was no different than any other day. We went to Target and penis' started hurting and things started coming out of butts. Then like most Fridays I took the Dudes to Burger King to play and have lunch. I do this because my housekeeper comes Friday mornings and I feel sorry for her. Not only does she have to clean my war zone but my children always want to "help." They are terrible helpers. However, when I'm cleaning I can't pay them to help me. So we go run errands and have lunch to save Miss Kari's sanity. We order our food, get our drinks and sit down. #2 takes one bite of his burger and immediately announces to the entire restaurant he has to poop. Grrr...then #3 throws a fit because he doesn't need to potty. I explain that I can't leave him at the table alone and he might as well try while we are in there. Business taken care of we go back to our waiting lunch. Yes. I left all our food unattended at a table in a fast food joint. There really aren't any other options. We finish lunch. As I'm cleaning up #3 runs out if the play area screaming "Something's coming out of my butt!!! I have to go now!!!" Really?! You both just went 15 minutes ago!!! Grrr.... It is now #2's turn to throw a fit because he doesn't need to go. Oh no buddy. You ARE going again. We potty. Again. And go back to playing. I'm hoping we can make it back the 1/2 mile back to our house without another potty break. Good grief. 

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

#2

I often find myself saying "Thank God for #2." He is the most laid back happy to be here kid I know. Typically the only time he gets upset is when he is hungry. He takes his food very seriously. He starts planning breakfast the afternoon before. He eats like my Father in Law Walt did- very slowly. I mean, the kid might still be sitting at the table eating an hour after everyone else is done slow. He really enjoys the experience. #2 is the most like me out of all the kids. He is also the most clumsy. Which is like me. He's already had stitches twice on his face and always has a bruise, scrape or some other weird injury on his face. I have decided he is supposed to have a permanent black eye. It's his thing. He's also a very athletic kid. He has not met a sport he did not like and was not good at. Last week he started soccer. He was so excited to be a "soccer boy." However, the thing he is most excited about is that he gets to wear a "Humidiform" to soccer every week. This my friends was the thing he was most excited about.  Though if you ask me he makes a pretty darn cute soccer boy.
 

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Parent Teacher Conference

I feel like I am still trying to recover from our super fun Spring Break last week. I had big plans to tell you all about it. However, we had a Parent Teacher Conference today with #1's teacher. I have to share. In the fall we had our first conference. It did not go well. At all. I left in tears. It was a really rough time around here. During that conference we learned that #1 was a bully. She was throwing massive temper tantrums and crying a lot. She was making fun of other kids. She was being disruptive and not following directions. The list went on and on. I was upset. First I was upset because I felt a little blind sided by the information. I thought that we should have been told as the incidents happened. Second I was upset because that was not my daughter. Yes, she is strong willed but I had never known her to be mean. We had a talk with #1 after that conference and made it clear some things were going to change. The topping on the cake that week was when the school counselor called because #1 had twisted another girl's arm to the point she hurt the girl. I lost it. We had a come to Jesus with #1 and took a very hard stance with her. Then we started some rewards of her choosing. The first 21 (she chose the days too) days with no "numbers" at school we had Ding Dongs for dinner and her and I went to breakfast just the two of us. The second 21 days we had Cherry Berry for dinner. We are currently working towards a bowling night. She was days away from it and she got in trouble at school for not listening. We had to start all over on our countdown. I was disappointed for her but I really think it was a good learning experience for her. And for Mr. Mayer and I. This whole thing has been a learning experience for Mr. Mayer and I. We have had to learn to follow through with what we say. I have had to learn to stop giving empty threats and to do what I say. It's been hard. However, today Mr. Mayer and I felt like we had won the lottery. I was a little nervous going into today's conference. From the very start #1's teacher had nothing but amazing things to say. She said she was so proud of the hard work #1 had done. She had really blossomed into a great leader in the class and was doing great. She also said that #1 was extremely bright and was advancing in her school work by leaps and bounds. In fact, #1 is doing so well they want to test her for the gifted and talented program. Mr. Mayer and I were so happy to hear all this. Not only happy but we felt relief. We have long believed that #1 was exceptionally smart. We didn't know how to get her to channel her energy though. We had noticed that when she was getting in trouble it was during times when she was bored. I'm not sure what has caused the change in her but Mr. Mayer and I are so proud of our little girl. I'm sure we told her so a 1,000 times already. I can't wait to see what the future holds for her. That kid can have Ding Dongs for dinner every month if that's what it takes to keep her motivated.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Time Change

Ugh...I finally feel like I am getting adjusted to the time change. I LOVE Daylight Savings Time. I HATE the adjustment period. I hate it even more now that I have kids. I was out of town with the kids during the time change. Not only were we out of our routine but the time was screwing with us too. I think it was noon that Sunday before we managed to get out of our pajamas. That's really not so bad. The really bad part happened two days later. I get up at 4:45am on Monday, Wednesday and Friday to go to the gym. I get to "sleep in" on Tuesday and Thursdays. Unfortunately #1 and Mr. Mayer have to be out the door at 7:35 every morning to get to school and work on time. So there really isn't any sleeping in. So Monday after the time change I was up and at the gym at the normal time. Tuesday I wake up to Mr. Mayer saying "OH SHIT!!! It's 7:20!!" Well. crap. I was sleeping good too. So I spring up out of bed and run upstairs to wake the girl up. I burst into her room and start rubbing her back.
Me: Hey. So. We overslept and are running super late. You are going to be late. It's happening. You need to get up and get dressed super fast.
Her: So. I'm not going to get breakfast.
Me: I'll give you a granola bar or something to eat on the way.
Her: Ahhh...why did you over sleep?
Me: Just come on before your Dad gets cranky.
Her: Fine
So, the morning was off to a great start. I run back downstairs and throw a snack in her backpack and sign her daily report. She stumbles downstairs and I throw a granola bar at her. There are some quick hugs and kisses and her and Mr. Mayer are out the door. On time. I don't know how we did it but she was at school on time. Of course I worried about her the rest of the day. Did she get enough to eat? Was she hungry? Was she cranky? Was she having a bad day? Getting into trouble because she was so rushed this morning? I had all kinds of things going through my head.
I was glad Mr. Mayer and #1 were on time that morning. However, it was a school day for the Dudes too. I had some appointments while they were at school. It was a busy day and I spent the entire day perpetually 10 minutes late to everything. I was even late picking up #1 from school that day. I couldn't catch a break. I hate that feeling. It was a very frustrating day. Good news is we recovered and seem to have adjusted to the new time. The one perk to the time change is my kids are all sleeping a little later right now. I'm not upset about that at all.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Happy St. Patty's Day

From my insane asylum to yours....

Girl's Trip


I have mentioned before that I graduated with a small group. The majority of us had been friends since we were 4 years old. We graduated just yesterday 15 years ago. We have all stayed in touch. We don't get to see each other often, but thanks to social media we have stayed in touch with each other. This weekend 13 of us girls had a reunion in OKC. We had a great time. We all met at our hotel Saturday afternoon. Then we went to dinner at the Melting Pot in Bricktown. Afterwards a Limo picked us up and we enjoyed all the St. Patrick's Day celebrations Bricktown had to offer. There were leprechauns, drinks with dry ice and greasy fast food. After the bars and downtown shenanigans we went took our limo back to the hotel. We stayed up wwwwaaaayyyy past my bedtime catching up on the last 15 years. We had a great time. I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time. The best thing about this group of girls is that even though we don't see each other often and life has happened in the in between times we all picked up right where we left off. That's my idea of a true and lasting friendship. I'm pretty sure that we will be 100 and still goofing off with each other. We had such a good time we are already planning our next get together a little farther south. I can't wait until the next time.
Mr. Mayer handled his weekend like a champ. He even took all the kids-by himself-out for pizza Saturday night. Pretty impressive. When I got home all my people were happy to see me. I always feel like a rockstar when I come home. There is clapping, cheering and lots of hugs.

Monday, March 3, 2014

Snow Daze

Ugh. I am not a winter person. At. All. I prefer tropical weather. This winter is killing me. We are all home for yet another snow day. They are all running together at this point. I'm guessing #1 will be in school until mid July. This weekend was rough for my children. They yelled, fought, cried and whined their way through. By last night I was on the brink of a nervous breakdown. I was dreading today. However...true to form the boogers have proved me wrong~again. It has not been the lazy kinda day I would love to have, but it has been peaceful. Everyone has been happy, no yelling and played together. It's a little freaky. We have built train tracks and crashed our trains, put puzzles together, colored and had lots of imaginative play. I even managed to get the kitchen cleaned and laundry started. We survived to nap time! Winning! However, there have been requests to go outside and play in the snow after nap. Ugh....I DONT WANNA...WAH.... I bought them all snow shovels several weeks ago. I guess I will put them to work and get my driveway cleared.
 
                   

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Home Alarms

House alarms are great things. They offer a feeling of safety. They also offer a feeling of sheer terror and panic when they go off when you didn't know they were set. It's happened twice now. The same culprit both times. The first time he was playing on my phone and did it from the app. I put a password on my phone. Problem solved. No more alarms going off in the middle of the day. Or so I thought. I know what you are thinking. That precious little face could never do anything ornery. Well, let me clear something up for you. That's #3. He is a Mama's boy. He can give some crazy good hugs. He is an evil genius. The kid is wicked smart. I can only hope he will use his genius for good someday. Yesterday he was being especially ornery. He was mad at me because I would not let him walk down the street, barefoot, to play with his sister is 30 degree weather. I know! I am the meanest Mama that ever lived. Well, after a couple of attempted breakouts I thought he was finally playing happily upstairs. I even asked #2 if his brother was upstairs. "Yes. Him is." Great. I am an idiot. I was on the phone with my parents and trying to work on a newsletter for my multiples group. Which was not going well. I was chatting with my Dad and #1 comes in and says "The alarm is on." Whatever. She doesn't know what she is talking about. It is the middle of the afternoon. The alarm is not on. Then the alarm goes off and #3 comes running out of the utility room where the main box is. WTF?!?!?! If you have never heard a house alarm they are extremely loud and high pitched. Extremely. Needless to say I got off the phone with my Dad. He was laughing as I hung up. Jerk. Turned the alarm off and the waited for my call. When your house alarm goes off the alarm company calls you to make sure an ax murderer didn't bust in or something. She starts talking and says we had alerts in zones blah, blah, blah....she listed off 4 areas. She then asks if everything is okay. I assure her we are fine. The tone in her voice does not sound like she is convinced. I say it again and tell her my 3 year old set the alarm. She then says "Well, if you are sure and you do not want assistance I will let you go." I again assure her. I'm fine. The 3 year old, maybe not. I can imagine how it seemed from her end. I had kids crying and yelling at each other, phones ringing, dogs barking. I'm sure it was an unconvincing situation. Now....how did #3 set the alarm? Beats me. I walk into the utility room and he had restarted my washer and dryer on some random settings. There was a bench in there by the alarm box. I guess he just pushed buttons until something worked. I'm not sure. I'm telling you the kid is an evil genius. An evil genius that had to stick his nose in the corner. He hates that.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Cleaning the Table Makes You Feel Like You Really Have Your $hit Together...

Hello blogging world! Long time I know. My apologies. I took a break. I have a tendency to take on to much and then I feel overwhelmed. I needed a break. No worries we are all truckin' along around here. The terrible horrible 3's have hit. Ugh...I'm over it. If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter you saw last night's post.
Seriously. Needless to say two little boys went to bed early last night. We all woke up with new attitudes this morning. I have started going to the gym at the butt crack of dawn again. It really frees up my days. I think I am adjusting to my new reduced sleep schedule. I don't feel like I want to pass out today. I have managed to do my dishes, start laundry, get dinner in the crock pot, mop the floor, make lunch and work on my TMOMs newsletter this morning. The boys requested "Mac and Cheese" with "vegeables." I was happy to oblige. Naturally #3 got half his lunch on my freshly mopped floor. #2 got half his lunch all over the table. Not wanting to feel left out #3 had to dump his plate on the table. Now...normally it may be several hours (if at all) before I get the table wiped off after lunch. Breakfast. Dinner. To be honest there are some days the breakfast is still on the table at dinner time. But today? Today I got the table wiped off right after lunch. The Dudes even put their own dishes in the sink. Winning! It's those moments that really make you feel like you have your $hit together.