Drum Roll please.... (because I really really really can't share enough of the wonderful people that I love to read regularly and I think you will too!!)

I should probably mention... many of these (but not all) are mothers of numerous kids... a few of them have learning disabilities like mine... it's such a relief to know that I'm not the only one that has less than perfect kids...


1. Twin ... aka ... Crazy Random Beautiful
This is my Twin people.  She is a funny AF wife, who keeps busy with her job, MIL, furbaby, crochet, pics, and much much more!!

2. Angel... aka... The Cupcake Lady
Cupcake maven, mother of ADD child, enjoys traveling ... and takes beautiful pics... funny girl :)

3. Monique... aka... Mother of the Minions!!
She juggles a housefull and is expecting one more!! She is open and sweet and very very real with life - from their raising kids adventures, to moving coast-to-coast.

4. The Mrs of Many aka  A Day In The Life Of The Mrs
"Helping readers feel better about their parenting since 2007"  About sums her up :) She reminds me of a girl I would have been close to in HS (and remained friends with after!)

5. Lauren... aka... The Starbucks Queen
She cracks me up... Her love of mocha and her jokester way of referring to her offspring gives a smile on a long day

6. Roni
She has a blog on one mom's journey from fat to skinny to healthy.. while raising kids... she has some really great and motivational food ideas and thoughts on life.

7. Tulpen... aka... Bad Words
It's a mom's take on raising two kids - one who's deaf and one who's not.  And has opened my eyes to raising a kid with a disability... 

8. Mommy Hates Cooking
A place to find fun and easy recipes when you're having a brain fart and you're so hungry one of those fat cats of yours is beginning to look tempting...

9. All About Ami
A fun place (I tend to say "fun" a lot today apparently) to find some great crochet amirugumi and other crochet patterns...

10. Traci and Her Nonsense
"A little nonsense now and then is cherished by the wisest of men."  -Willy Wonka

11. Airing My Dirty Laundry One Sock At A Time
This is a new hilarious gem I just found.  A mother of two kids (ADD and non).. AF wife... keeping parenting funny one puke pile at a time...
 

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Butch thinks he's the center of the world... being the only "baby" in the house just seals the deal on that luxury. Never mind that he's 12+ weeks old and STILL nursing... fat brat.... We refer to him as my Butch's dog. As in "your dog pooped again... go clean it up" and "get your dog off the table when I'm trying to eat." I was talking to/about him when my mom was on the phone and all "Oh.. that's right... I forgot you had a dog.... blah blah blah." *snicker snicker* And I went ahead and reminded her... nope... been dog free for 10 months now... *snicker snicker*

No Mom... I will NEVER turn into the Crazy Cat Lady...

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Nala. The beautiful. Twin named her sight unseen off one of the Lion King movies. She will not let me take a bath without her. She will tear up the door until I let her in. Every night she sleeps on me. I have to lay on my side, and she lays on me from my shoulder to elbow. And pushes my face with her paws. Spoiled??
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Fluufffffyyy!! My big beautiful fluffy soft mound of love. She is baby #1. She was six weeks old when we moved here mid-May and now look at how huge she is. I'm not kidding when I say I've caught her STILL nursing. I guess she thinks if Butch gets some... she should too. But it's sooo wrong... she's twice the size of her mom!!
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Midnight. Aka Whore Kitty. She's 4 years old and do you see how tiny she is? That's a size 6 shoe box people. She's had 2 litters of kitties (Fluffy & Butch and about 7 other babies?) Thank Goodness they're all scheduled to go under the knife and get fixed 10/26. We tell her that when her cooter gets fixed she can tramp up the neighborhood all she wants! She's fast too. You don't shut the door fast enough and it takes two of us to chase her down and haul her back in....
 
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Some days I stop and wonder what would happen if I could jump in the dalorian and go back to the past and make Twin be the one with the babies, and me be the one who gets to listen to her cries and whines of them at mach 20. 
So, instead, I make sure and call and update her daily.  What?  It's 2:30am Germany time and you were in bed?  Well, since you are awake now, you might as well buck up and listen to me bitch and moan about how they - once again - ruined a Sunday morning.  It started at 8am when we spent an hour whining, arguing, and fighting over which church to go to.  It wasn't the point that we're going.  It's the fact that I debate everything.  So it's not as easy as "let's just go to the one that we sporadically go to. "  Nope.  We could just try his gfriends church.  But than there's the dilemna of the fact that it's a really small church and he's one of only three kids - the other 2 being his gf and her sister.  And than if we let him have his way and go to her church, we're doing it just to have his way.  And we wouldn't know about the church we occasionally go to now if it wasn't for his other friend, who turned out to be a closet walking anger management member of the local juvenile hall.  But that's another issue altogether.  Five arguments and two yelling matches later and I'm out the door with the kids.  We survive through the awkward conversations in the tiny kitchenette with 85 year old grandma's.  I have hormonal inbalances through a Sunday school class of 5 other 72.5 year old grandmas, and actually enjoy myself.  We grab a back pew, and I start texting Butch, to find out that he fell back asleep and wasn't going to make it the 15 blocks to join us for the church service.  Fine. I can do this.  I'm a big girl.  Nothing I haven't done before.  I give Xav a tablet and pen.  And it all goes downhill from here.   WHAT'S NEW?? Xav starts putting his feet on the pew in front of him.  Austin's knocking it off.  Xav is getting irritated with Ausitn touching him.  I whisper for them to knock it off.  Austin takes Xav's pen and draws all the X's and O's on the tic tac toe board Xav has drawn.  Xav starts talking smack.  Xav's feet are back on the pew.  The pews are filling up with people.  Austin knocks his feet off again.  Austin snaps at Xav.  The pastor begins the service.  The backdoors are closing.  My kids, obvlious to both, are now full on snapping at each other.  I grab my purse and haul them for the parking lot.  In the foyee I hug the pastor's wife I just met and apologize profusely with a "I've got one with ADD and the other with Jerkface Teenager syndrome!  I'm soo sorry.  Tell your husband it was really nice to meet you both.  I just can't handle this without my husband here too."  And she was so sweet and looked me square in the face and told me it was OK.  She has two boys of her own, one with ADD, and she totally understood.  Which made me more mad at my children.  These were the sweetest people.  And I'd been actually enjoying myself.  And I let them both get an earful on the 3 minute drive home.  And they both ran, tails tucked between their legs, right inside and cleaned their rooms.  I call Twin.  TWIIINNNNNN!!! And I vent to her.  "But did you tell them YOU STILL LOVE THEM??"  Of course TWIN!! I always do.  I still love you.  I'm just very disapointed in your behavior!! And TWINN?? For some reason I can't find REAL mommy blogs.  I find so many that are peaches and creams.  I'm not the mommy that thinks every precious moment of my darlings lives have been nothing but heaven.  I can't get my family to eat organically naturally awesome spinach and kale or whatever the hell healthy options I should stuff them full of without them ever complaining foods.  I'm not great at dragging them on nature walks to do crafty projects later with the unique leaves and sticks we find.  I don't dress them in cutesie wootsie outfits from some name brandy kitsch store.  And I've had a heck of a time finding blogs that agree with me.  My kids love to fart right in front of me.  They think that we should be prepared for a zombie apocolypse.  They will tell you that if someone jacks them when they visit bio-dad's it's ok, because they will jack them up with his samarai swords!  The things that we openly discuss are oftentimes borderline inappropriate.  But it's how we roll.  I'm lucky if they brush their teeth every other day.  I am dangerously close to raising them into being lazy ass mama's boys with no ideas of responsibilities or willpower or self intiative.  And I hate myself for it.  I tend to try and give them the freedom I didn't have, which sometimes quite often bites me square in the face.  I was in the middle of a full on self pity party and linking from blogs I love to read in hopes I could find someone with some humorous looks on life with children that are far from perfect (like mine).  And when I went to Monique (I love to read).. I found Not Blessed Mama ... and she's hilarious!! (Too bad nothing new on there since July... but we all now how busy parenting gets).  So it made me not feel so bad for helping (practically doing) the 8 pages of math (who the fck made it so hard) for the 13 year old, that he missed from being out sick for 4 days (and is 18 questions into page 1 and his brain is MUSH ... heck 32 questions in, and only on page 2, so is MINE!!!).  Almost bad.  I'm trying to help him PASS and busily trying to track down options for a tutor??? Why can't Uncle Sock live nearby when I need him?? HUH???  Let's not even admit to the fact that that special teen is now singing Eminem to himself while he's digging through my frig.  Have I told you lately it takes him longer to do his hair in the morning than I do?  Or the fact that the almost 10 year old has BO?  I've failed so much at parenting, that I just drug the little guy through the store and did WHAT I SWORE I'D NEVER DO and let him pick out his own birthday presents (his bday is Tues... ya... that's 2 days from now).  He's been going on and on about a party.  Goddammittalll I need to get him a cake??? And he wants half the neighborhood over to eat it.  And I'll have to get cupcakes and drop them at school too.  Sweet crap I'm not anywhere close to ready for that.  I seriously have had NO INITIAVE to do anything the past two days.  NONE.  I just run with Butch to the store, sweat over every penny, which my cash card is nice enough to TEXT ME about every transaction to flaunt HEY NUMNUTS YOU ARE B.R.O.K.E  -- WAY TO FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL.  
Some days are not the best days.  Some days I'm not the best mom.  Some days my kids are not the best kids.  Some days I'm tired and want to grab a book and hide in the bathtub.  But than my cat Nala attacks the door until I give in and let her in.  Where she sits on the edge of the tub and takes swipes and nips at me until I give in and pet her with the free hand.
Life isn't perfect.  I fed my kids taco bell for lunch.  And I fed them mcdonald's hamburgers for dinner.  Yes I did.  I also let them drink some grape soda when they got thirsty.  And I didn't feel guilty about it at all.   I'm sure that sound bad.  

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"My kids always perceived the bathroom as a place where you wait it out until all the groceries are unloaded from the car."
 

 
Sound Bits of parenting for the week

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Austin's First Dance....

No Mom don't get me a new button up shirt.  If you get it for me I'M NOT GONNA WEAR IT!!  Mom it is NOT A DANCE.  It's a social.  So I'm not sure why they call it a dance BECAUSE NO ONE DANCES.  They just stand around chilling.  NO YOU CAN'T BE A CHAPERONE.  Because they don't have chaperones.

We  danced.  Yes mom we slow danced.  And she would put her head on my shoulder.  And than Mr B  came over and was all WHOA NONE OF THAT.  We're supposed to stay at least a hands width apart.  And G kept trying to take a picture of us and than we'd both back apart really quick.  She'd run to the bathroom. Mom everyone likes that Gangnam Style song.  When it came on there was a bunch of people dancing to it.  But She said it's a stupid song and we didn't.  What's up with that song anyways?  And later we were dancing and my friend was doing something funny and I laughed at it and She thought I was laughing at Her and she got mad and ran to the bathroom but when she came back she realized I wasn't laughing at her so she didn't stay mad at me.

(Since neither one of them like cameras.. or pics... I didn't get a pic of them before they left..)
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Xav's Teacher Advice...

I have an idea that you can try.  It's like an old fashioned teacher's remedy kind of a thing.  For what we did for ADHD kids before there were meds.  Try a cup of coffee.  Don't try the soda pop because the sugar will just amp him up.  Instead of giving him his meds, give him a cup of coffee.  It will have the same affect as the meds, helping him focus.  It's why adults drink it in the morning.  Just don't give him both, the coffee and the meds.  Try it on a day, like a weekend, and see if it works.

(We haven't tried it yet, because I'm not sure if it will help or not.  And after spending 4 months on the move here without anything... I just want to get body back to the regular-ness of being on his meds... I'd love feed back on this whole thing though... I need to research this one more I suppose...)

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Text from Me & My Mommy... (on Wed):

"We are driving to E.  Heading to W. for our companies annual employee conf tmrrw.  Leaving the brats overnight with dipstick.  If A didn't have his first dance (they call it a Social Mom.  No one dances) Fri they would've stayed til Sun.  They are already being super bratty..."

Mom:
"Hmmmm. Sounds like "brats" as u call them r expressing a 'no desire' for gene donor dad.  Lol.  Don't kill them."

Me:
"Quite the opposite.  They've been picking on each other and bickering and attitudes for at least a week now... I thought it became the norm when he turned 13"

Mom:
"Momentary oops in his age - Bicker/bicker-kill sibling is definitely the norm.  If grandma Nick wre here she would have long chats w/u"

Me:
":) that's why I call mommy!  Or days like today... texts..."

Mom:
"Texts work good.  I needed breaks every few.  Lol.  Somehow Ruthie survived and look at her now"

Me:
"And we all get along now!!"

Mom:
"Yup.  But you had to grow up.  Graduate.  Leave home."

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(Me to A) Austin your dad's calling me names.

(A) Ya, so.

(Me) Austin your dad's calling me names.

(A) Ya.  He can.  He's your husband.

(Me to Butch) Do you hear that?

(A) Just punch him in the face.. it can't be that card... (I must note that this was laced in sarcasm as he headed upstairs to play his video games...)

(Sigh... the frankness of the children I've raised...)

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I am one determined little girl.  We rented Jason Statham's movie "Safe."  I've never even seen the previews, but the man is H.O.T. so I could care less if it's in spoken in german and told in subtitles... I'm gonna watch it.  So we rented it from the local video store.  Spent 3 days fighting with the stupid DVD player.  It'd play 3 of the 5 movies we rented, but not this one.  What the frack peanut butter?? So we took it back to the store, told them, and whined and cried until they got us two more disc of the same.  Spent 2 more irritated days.  No go.  By no we're at Red Box.  Rented both the movies.  (The other was the Dictator.  Not my choice. But not the center of this story either.).  Dictator is now working.  But Safe is still not.  3 tries and I still can't enjoy the delightful wonderfulness of JS on my tv screen.  Really??? Butch is so fed up he promptly drove back to the store and bought a cheapo dvd player (because we would rather spend the $39 for the DVD player that works for the DVD's we own than the $100+ just because the stupid thing will play the Blue Ray movies we haven't bought yet.). And now, I'm all set with my crochet scarf I'm working on, a bag of popcorn, and JS is now working.... Yummo yummo.  I normally wouldn't be so pushy on a stupid movie.  But sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to watch a little hotness.... I mean, Thank You Butch for getting a machine that works.....


 
When I was a child I wanted to be a lot of things... and astronaut, a pilot in the air force, a lawyer... these were all fun ideas that tumbled through my head.  But in 12th grade, when Mr Swagerty made us write down what where we would be in 10 years with our life, the one thing I knew for certain: I wanted to be a Mom.  My Mom was Super Mom.  She kept a clean house, dishes done, laundry done, home cooked 99% of the food, baked bread, canned, sewed, did yard work, hauled us to - and cheered us on - for all of our sports we wanted to be in, took us to church every time the door opened, allowed us to rotate thru random pets, cleaned the church, helped all the old ladies in the neighborhood, became surrogate mom to all our friends, ran the local prayer chain at the church.  She was always up, dressed and breakfast going before we got up.  I wanted to be her.  Well... 13 years into Mommyhood myself... and here's a few things that I've learned from being a Mommy.  These are things I either didn't think to ask Mommy/or didn't fathom could happen.... (and please let me apologize in advance if any of these things are things I've brought up in the past... please refer to #1)... 

(In no apparent order)

#1   MEMORY After giving birth to KId#1 and definitely after Kid #2 -- I became a grade A Airhead.  My memory flew out the window.  I thought this was something that might have effected me more than other people?  But the more I talk to other women, the more I find out that this is not the case.  I have chunks of things from childhood my sisters will say "Don't you remember when...?"  And I'm like.... uhhh??? Maybe???

#2  CRYING. I never cried in sappy movies.  I was never a hugely emotional girl.  In the 1st trimester of 1st pregnancy (before we even knew I was prego) we were watching Godzilla in the movie theatre and I was bawling and yelling "Leave her alone!! She's just a Mommy!!"  I'd NEVER cried in a movie before.  Now?  Extreme Makeover (the one where they make houses nice for people who deserve it) makes me cry.  I was watching the comedy "What To Expect When You're Expecting" and got teary eyed.  I remember it was a week after giving birth to Kid#2 and both kids were crying and I called my Mom in tears and asked "How do you deal with Two??" And she said.... "You cry A LOT."  And I told her "You could've told me that BEFORE I got pregnant." 

#3  POTTY TRAINING.  My children decided that they wanted to be different.  The oldest wouldn't poop in a diaper or pull up from about 2 on.  But he'd sure pee in one.  His brother was the opposite.  He would poop in it, but not pee in it.  I remember thinking... when will this stop?  There's no way this kid can go to Pre School like this. And don't even get me started on the whole bed wetting thing.  Sure, we can blame it on the split-parenting and all that drama.  But comparatively the drama we deal with is NOTHING compared to many kids.  I know I know.  They just need to Outgrow it.  That's what the pediatrician said when he was 12 and they were kind enough to run tests anyways.  But nothing can prepare you for the stench of wet bedding from an almost pre-teen.  I would wash it daily, without being mean to him about it.  (He got enough grief from bio-dad).  And it was heard because it limited slumber parties.  But they're almost all cleared up (with an exception of really long overly-scheduled days, or when they're ill.).

#4 I HAVE NO BACKBONE.  Or at least not much of one when it comes to my kids.  I should.  But that's why I married Butch.  He's older and firmer than I am.  And thankfully not a yell-er, so it's much more effective.  I tend to cave, because it's easier to deal with.  Or Austin & I will get in a yelling match ending with a "Mom, stop B*TCHING!!" (Which is often how the whole thing started... don't even get me started on the fact that they swear... see #5) or me calling Dad -or bio-dad- and dragging them into it.  "MOm, STOP THREATENING ME WITH ONE OF MY DADS!!"  And I come back with "But you actually BEHAVE FOR THEM.  You aren't scared of me!!"

#5 SWEARING.  Ugh.  Chalk one up for the Epic Fail list.  Yep.  I love to tell my kids the story of our Mom's Magic Back Hand.  You could say a word that resembled/rhymed with/or was a swear word.  If you were within 5 miles of her, that hand would fly out of nowhere and smack you right in the mouth.  (It also happened when you were rude/sassy/backtalking her.).  I always lifted my chin (to avoid it??) and would get a mild bloody nose in the process.  No this wasn't child abuse.  It taught us real quick what a Filter was.  To this day we try and keep the respectful talk going if we're with them.  Or we whisper in the yard.  There are days I can swear like a trucker.  Which is weird because, aside from when I'm in my office or have my "Manager Hat" on (8-230 M-F), 95% of the time it's just me, Butch & the kids.  And Butch is a man of few words.  So not sure where the swearing came in?  Lately the 13 year old is trying to get a feel for boundaries and what is Inappropriate and the "F" word is the word of the moment.  Which we try and try and try to Filter.  Ugh. 

#6 MODESTY.  I'm not even sure where this fits into play.  But we were raised that you cover things up.  If you were cold, those nips better be covered.  We weren't allowed to wear sport team shorts without spandex underneath.  No cleavage ever showing.  No two piece bathing suit.  The more you flaunt sex, the worse impression you give others about yourself.  That's not how God wants women to be.  As I got older my styles changed.  Shoot I think right up until I met Butch I flaunted it.  Not so much with mini skirts or midriff showing shirts, but I liked to wear thong underwear, or have a little cleavage showing.  I liked to turn a guys head. (Or hope that I could turn one.)  I liked to feel sexy  Maybe it was marrying a Man and not an overgrown HS jock.  Maybe it's the fact that I'm 33 now and raising an almost pre-teen & teen boy.  I no longer wear short shorts (unless I'm swimming, because I feel naked with just bottoms on).  I always have a bra on.  I even sleep in a sports bra.  (On the rare occasions it's just Butch & I in the house... I might enjoy not wearing one).  I (much to Butch's dismay) don't wear thong underwear anymore.  Cleavage is rarely ever seen.  (Except on their step mom... because at 37 she thinks she needs to dress like a Dallas Cowgirl Hooters girl). I don't sleep naked anymore (never know when one of them needs something).  Heck we don't even sleep with the doors shuts.  (If we want to play scrabble we wait til they're asleep, shut it, and open it back up when we're done.)
 
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I looked and looked and looked on my schedule and don't remember inviting you to the party.  So I am writing to inform you to pack up and go home.  I don't appreciate you at all.  The way you clog up my nose and make it so I can't breath.  Your boogery existence does not make me happy at all.  The stuffy headedness is not a fantastic way to end a Monday.  I'm pretty sure it's past 6ish.  So Dear Mr Cold.  I'd appreciate it if you'd leave now.  Unless you brought Mr NyQuill with you.  And you can leave him here.  He won't need a ride home....

 
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Ups “good job!”
Downs “NO!! Bad Girl!! No cookie!! Sign this (since we have all took the time to write it up, sign it, and look down on you already)!”
Arounds “REVISE REVISE REVISE!”
Upside Downs “I’m sorry but she’s not in today, so all of that extra hard work you did spending 4 hrs on Sat writing up those Very Important To You Notices were hours in your life you aren’t getting back.  I don’t have the authorization to ok them”
Ups “thanks!”
Arounds “REVISE REVISE REVISE!”
Going uphill? “I see by the email that you’re working on Sat, be sure and put it on your timesheet!”
Loop “We don’t need that, you’re just making extra work for yourself, let us save you time!”
Loop D Loop (other way) “Yes, please, thanks for sending this! (same issue, other dept)
Coming back to the station… “We appreciate your hard work!”
 
I feel like I did in HS when my mom hit menopause.  And you weren’t sure if it was the unmedicated mood swings frothing from her mouth, or what?  (Ok, so that’s how my kids feel too…. But unfortunately the docs aren’t wanting to give me a hormone leveler for it… yet??)  It’s always nice to get the praises, but I tend to take the minor’est scolding to heart. 




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Last night I made myself write down the words (in my handy dandy notebook).
Today is done. No point in regretting thinigs you can't change.  Worrying about things won't change them.  Losing sleep over things won't change them.  Tomorrow is a new day.  Try and take life One Day At A Time!
I think I might have actually got a straight solid 6 hrs of sleep to

 
Nothing with Xav is just Normal.  You can't Just run to a store or to the library or to grab some fast food.  It's never as simple as that. Ever.  He wanted to go with me to the library.  To get some form of anime books - Naruto? His new bff has him talking about them nonstop.  So he wanted to check them out.  The minute I step through the doors he's already asking mid conversation with a lady at the counter on where to find the anime books.  He briefly sat with me while I started the paperwork to get us library cards.  He was halfway across the counter playing with the ink pad to her stamp.  Halfway across the counter.  Than he decided it was all taking too long and was off to find his books.  And back with 3 of them before I could finish page 2.  And than off to find more books.  I joined him not 5 minutes into this fiasco and it all went downhill really fast.  I start looking at the Teen books (because, lets face it, sometimes they really are quite entertaining) and he started getting sidetracked.  There was these neat wheeled chairs next to the computers.  Which made for a fun way to wheel himself all around the teen section.  All-the-while saying MOMOMOMOMOMOMOM in his not-so-quiet library voice.  Hmmmm CAN I GET THIS MAGAZINE MOMMY? Heads off to the checkout counter.  Heads back with it CAN'T CHECK THIS ONE OUT CUZ IT HAS A COVER ON IT.  Heads back out (the Teen section is just a room inside the library) to the counter.  Ignoring the constant XAV COME HERE Xav Come Here XAV COME HERE from me.  I pile what books I found and head to the counter.  We got in a pleasant conversation with the nice counter lady on WHY RESIDENT EVIL BOOKS AREN'T MOMMY'S BEDTIME TALE OF CHOICE.  Because MOMMY IT'S OK.  I DON'T REMEMBER MY DREAMS IN THE MORNING. Well Honey, YOUR dreams keep Mommy up, and I remember them - so we aren't going to check them out.  XAVIER PLEASE GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR AND COME BACK TO THE COUNTER WHILE MOMMY FINISHES.  The walk to the car was no less interesting. MOMMY LOOK MY SHADOW IS HITTING YOUR SHADOW! ZOOOOM!!! As I grab his little shoulder and veer him away from the car that's trying to back out.  Made it in the car. Uh huh. That's nice Xav. XAV PLEASE TAKE THE SEAT BELT STRAP OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. Nicely patting his hand.  (He is a month away from turning 10...) Can I take my books outside to show Ryan?? Only on the back porch because I don't want to pay for ruined books. Ya. Cuz that was a good idea.  He spent 2 whole minutes opening and shutting and opening and shutting the back door.  Trading his 3 books in and out until he finally left them in in a huff. THEY MADE FUN OF ME FOR MY NEW BONKA ZONKS!  And he was (once again) no longer friends with them.
Mommy was so worn down that by the time we ran into Austin, I was super quick to give a YES when he asked if he could go to an Indian Ed Drums thing at the school from 7pm-9pm on a school night.  Why not.  It's educational, right?  He has Indian in him from both sides of the family.  We even googled what tribe it probably was from his grandparents in Southern Oregon, based on their small town gene pool.  What the heck.
Oh AND YES XAV I'M DONE BLOGGING ABOUT YOU so you can look at Bonka Zonks on the internet now...
 

    RANTINGS
    FROM
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    TIME
    OUT
    CORNER.....

    Dear Twin... sometimes words come out of my mouth before my brain has a chance to stop them... well aint that the life...

    Bex

    Some people make parenting look sooo easy.  They are big fat liar pants.  Parenting is hard.  Kids can be awful.  They don't come with an Instruction Manual.  I started young and have grown up with them.  We have gone through a lot together.  And I would have never been able to do it without the wonderful family I have.  I started blogging because of Twin.  She said that it wasn't nice of me to take a Bad Day out on the Hubby or the Brats.  And so this began.... it's my Rantings From The Time Out Corner... because, let's face it - when I'm full on Cranky Pants... my hubby doesn't fail to make me go Sit One Out for the Team.  (for more see ME above)

    CONTACT ME!
    I would like your thoughts, help, comments, feedback. I am not a robot!
    [email protected]

    Motto:
    No matter how serious life gets, you still gotta have that one person you can be completely stupid with 

    I STALK THESE....

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    RONI