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Saturday, August 15, 2009

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

Morning chaos

Can it be possible that dad arranged for his little angels to be crazy on this fine Father's Day morning; knowing that I would let him sleep, snuggled in blankets, behind a closed door, away from the morning madness?

We have been up a mere moment yet it seems like an entire day. There have been demands for paint, breakfast (no surprise), a broom (my son likes to sweep) and to go outside. All of this and my eyes are barely open. Yet, I am blogging. I have run over here for refuge. They cannot grab me in cyberland. They cannot dictate what I type. Of course, I suppose they do since they are of what I write. Hmmm, it seems the troops have overtaken everything.

In any event, it is Father's Day. Blessed be the men who have fathered children all over the world. Okay, maybe not all of them.

I will say this though, despite the fact that I believe my husband and children have conspired to wreak havoc on my every single morning routine and dwindle my sanity, I adore him. I am honored to share this life with a man so loving and caring that he would take the time to educate his children on how to push mommy's buttons and drive her to blogging about the craziness so early in the morning, when I should be changing a diaper and fixing some eggs. Hey, it could be worse, couldn't it? The liquor cabinet is still closed, and I haven't quoted "it's five o'clock somewhere" yet!

Happy Father's Day!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Bribery at the Grocery Store

I am well aware that bribery with children is not uncommon. I swore I would never become one of those parents. I would have such well-behaved and disciplined children that bribery would be completely unnecessary and foolish. Fast forward to me having children. I think that went out the window in the first 12-18 months when my first child was mastering walking and talking.

Today, in the checkout line, at the grocery store, as my oldest two children were pummeling each other, I didn't so much bribe as I lied. I neurotically scolded, Stop hitting your sister. See all these cameras on the ceiling. *they look up*. The policemen are going to see you and come and take you away. If they don't, I'm going to call them. Half chuckling, half embarrassed at my stupidity, I turn back to the cashier to see her smirking and say, Whatever works, and the lady behind me whose eyes seemed to say I've been there too.

Alright, so bribery would have been more like allowing them to swipe all the chocolate in the aisle to get them to listen to me. Whatever. Lies and bribery go hand-in-hand, after all.

Of course, my wise-cracking eldest will usually respond with something like Uncle Mike is a police officer, he'll take care of us. So, much for using the illusion of police authority to scare my kids. Hmmmm, maybe a different, more sensible approach would be better.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Bad Blogger

I admit, I'm the world's worst blogger. I can't focus on more than one blog at once. I SWORE I would write here once a week, you know for that one person who might read my blog. Obviously, I have failed miserably.

To my latest commenting reader, no, it's no longer snowing. Thank heavens! The sun is actually shining here today and the children and I are headed to the park to meet up with one of my oldest daughter's friends. She hasn't seen her since December and has no idea we are going. She is going to be so surprised.

Let's see what else is going on....I just vacuumed my kitchen and living room. Actually, I more or less chased my 2 year old around with the vacuum as he exclaimed with glee; all the while scolding my middle child who was running around naked. That child is a wild one. Thankfully she has long since grown out of the stage where she would strip buck naked in the middle of a department store. Gosh, those days were fun.

As I'm typing this I have just run to get the phone three times. Apparently, my darling husband misses me so much or he can't answer his own questions. It's no wonder I don't get any blogging done.

Ta ta for now.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Going back into hibernation.

Apparently, Mother Nature has laughed at my attempt to come out of hibernation. Go away snow! I have nothing witty or worthwhile to say. Just, go away. I'm ready for spring already.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Coming out of Hibernation

I wish I could say it was sunny and warm here and that is why I am virtually popping out of hiding. Alas, it is still dreary winter. And, we are due to get snow AGAIN tomorrow. Perhaps I was overly optimistic that this winter would not be a long one. In any event, I am here. Quiet, but here. I am have been ridiculously consumed with work and the family that I have little time to focus on my vices, which quite obviously include this blog.

I must tell you that I have had an overly attentive husband that has been keeping me off the computer too. I don't mind that all too much. :)

In other news:

Lately I have had all these grand plans and ideas swirling in my scatterbrain. Now, if I could just focus on my energy on seeing on item through to its completion, I might actually get a sense of satisfaction. It is like a book you pick up with really good intentions and then put it down one day and never find the time to get back to it. I have a big, huge shelf of those--books and ideas. Work is really cramping my creative style.

A note on the career - The daily grind, albeit time consuming, has reminded me that my talents do not only include toilet training and baking. Of course, I will say that I did bake a scrumptious batch of brownies which I am currently enjoying. Pardon me typing with my mouth full.

On trying - I will not make a promise that I can blog everyday. The truth is that is not even feasible right now. However, I will make a concerted effort to type a bit of dribble at least once a week. Deal?

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Grrr-troop troubles.

I once was a Girl Scout leader. That was before I had children. I have opted to get back into it since my kids have showed interest in scouting. Piece of cake, right? Leading troops is somewhere on my resume and surely a gaggle of little girls is easier than that.

Well, it's not the girls causing me heartache, it's the fact that my troop can barely get off the ground. Here we are in January. I commenced this journey over the summer. There were few folks, if any, who stepped up for leadership positions. Because I didn't want my oldest to have to wait another year, I said that I would take on a troop. Well, if you know anything about GSUSA, the rules have changed. Each troop now must have two registered leaders present at each meeting who have completed required training.

I had one in September. We started the process and then she moved. I found another volunteer (who ironically has no daughters) and now she has to step down because of her health. I am at a loss. I have put some feelers out there to some of the parents. I sincerely hope someone is able to step in. I fear that these poor little girls will never see this troop come to fruition.