I Love My Family, But....

You know you're reading something written by a courageous author with a title like that.

It's Saturday night and I'm home alone. Let's say it again "alone". Deep cleansing breath. Ahhhhh.... Yes. I love my family, but let's face it, they're obsessed with me. They always want to be near me and demand my attention all. day. long. The little short ones have co-dependency issues, I'm almost sure of it.
As much as I love them sometimes a girl needs a break. So my fantabulous husband, Lee, took the wee ones to the Monster Jam. I'm trying not to think about what sort of permanent damage this will do to their delicate psyche's. Instead I'm focusing on the silent, peaceful atmosphere that is filling my normally chaotic space. I threw together some homemade mushroom soup, and baked some bread. Comfort in a bowl.

I randomly came across this site called BirthVerse. You put in your birthday and it gives you a bible verse. My verse was Proverbs 8:21 "bestowing wealth on those who love me and making their treasuries full". Hmmm... interesting. It might be time to look in to the whole "name it and claim philosophy". Ah, I jest.

Alright, I'm outta here. I can't spend all of my precious alone time blogging. I think I'll go to Target. Going to Target alone is almost too much fun for me to handle, but I'll manage.

Tabitha

Many of you know I have a Betta, Tabitha, that used to love to do tricks and just hang out with me. She's been sick for quite sometime but she's still hanging on. I read A LOT about what makes Betta's sick and what might make them better. I buy A LOT of different do-dads and medicines. I spend A LOT of time just checking on her and adjusting this and that. She's been on a steady decline and I'm not sure if she's going to make it. I just switched her antibiotic to Tetracycline yesterday. I hope it works!

I'm thinking about renaming her Money Pit, but I don't want to bring her down. I sure wish she could talk and tell me what she needs. Today I had to force feed her bloodworm's. Yum. Tasty snack. She doesn't have much of an appetite so i have to put the worm on the end of a toothpick and chase her around the tank with it until she's so annoyed she chomps on it just to get it to go away. I wonder what choice words she would bubble to me about that if she could?

On this day in 1809 Edgar Allen Poe was born. In honor of this I decided to memorize "The Raven".

Oh my gosh. No I did not. Have you ever read it?? It's so, SO very hard for me to figure out what half the words mean, much less what they mean strung together in a sentence. Baby steps. That's what i need. I'll look up the definitions of the words I don't know. I might even try to work one in to casual conversation today... or this week. Ok, before I die. I'm sure Lee will be familiar with all of them. We all know how he likes to use his big words ::snicker::

surcease, obeisance, beguiling, shorn, craven, dirges, yore, plume, pallid

Ok, i looked all of these up and some of them seem a bit more famililar after reading the definitions but it will be extremely challenging to USE them and not get funny looks. Except for maybe craven. "I was craven pizza so i ordered Dominos." Score! One down....

farewell Emma Rose with the big red bows...

I'm sort of struggling with Emma and her refusal to stop growing up.
Look at her, she looks so smug, as if she knows she's 10 going on 21 and there is nothing I can do about it. This week she started 5th grade.

I hate 5th grade.

There are no hair bows in 5th grade. No cute from head to toe, matchy-matchy outfits. No funky tights or cute mary janes. No super cute monogrammed polka dot lunch boxes, those I was told this morning, are so 4th grade ::insert rolling eyes here::

It's really her fault that I'm so depressed about her growing up. She was so much fun to play dress up with even as a baby. She wore tiny baby jewelry, bows and hats. I could dress her up in the morning and she would stay clean and dressed all day. What kind of baby does that? You can't do that to a mom and then decide to give it all up a decade later!

Next week I send the J's off to preschool for the first time ever, then in a few weeks Jones will turn 5. You might want to avoid the blog for the next month or so. I foresee a lot of dismal, depressing posts coming up....

First day of kindergarten (2004)

First day of 5th grade (2009)

Back to School (and blog)

Ahhh…. A moment of silence. It’s been a hectic evening. The J’s are wild, and Emma decided to go 0 to 60 straight in to preteen sassy-ness. I still have to put them all to bed, but they went upstairs and I can’t hear anything. It’s NICE.

School starts tomorrow so I thought it would be as good a time as any to get back together with my blog. We were on again, off again for awhile. I wasn’t sure we would last, but I’m committed and i’m ready to give it another go.

I made a cake in celebration of “back to school”. I’m almost too scared to post a picture of it here for fear it might end up on Cake Wrecks. The color scheme is lacking, but it was pretty tasty. That’s what really counts. I almost spelled school “shcool” which would have been oh so embarrassing. I also added a little message on there about my birthday, which was a few days ago. I didn’t get a cake which I won’t soon forget but it’s no big deal.

I turned my back on my drink today and the next thing I know it looked like this.

Sometimes when there’s an incident, I have to question all the suspects to figure out who did it. This one, not so much. This has Jaden written all over it. A little later he came back and told me he needed a sip of “his” drink. I'm not positive, but I think that counts as a guilty plea.

Duck, Duck, Chomp

I'm not sure if I'm risking rubber ducky's secret identity, but... Jonah has a duck that is a super hero. He calls him Super Duck. He's even made (or had me and Emma make) paper capes and masks for Super Duck. So when I saw this cute little candy duck I just had to get it for Jonah's Easter Basket.

I noticed after the fact that this yummy little treat was labeled "milk" flavored. Uhhh... what the heck does that mean? I checked the back before I let him eat it and the first ingredient was sugar so I deemed it edible. Sugar is, after all, one of the five basic food groups... isn't it?

Before he indulged in the tasty treat he let Snack Duck and Super Duck get acquainted. They seemed to have an instant connection.

After a few minutes Jones was ready to eat his sweet treat. In a flash he chomped down on Snack Ducks head and a few chews later he announced it tasted like chocolate. I sure wasn't expecting that! A yellow candy duck, advertised as being "milk" flavored, tasted like chocolate? Somehow I doubt it, but I wasn't curious enough to taste for myself so we'll have to take Jonah's word on it.