Wednesday, February 12, 2014

People Who Need a Bop In the Head

Winter has been having a mighty fine time with us here, in Pennsylvania.  Last week, we survived an ice storm that had the power out for about 15 hours-we were pretty lucky, since many had it out for a lot longer than that.  We are now due to get a Nor'easter, some time tonight.  Mother Nature has gone past tipsy and is now getting sloppy.  But it is the second week in February, and we have a long bit of winter left.

I am one of those people who loves the snow-that is why I live in the Northeast.  When people ask, "can you believe this weather?"  I want to cringe.  My answer is, yes, it's February, and the only way I could possibly be surprised is if it were suddenly 95 degrees.  People who complain about the weather make me want to scream.

So when I went to the grocery store today, with all the other Chicken Littles out there, I knew I was going to have to grit my teeth.  The place looked like it had been ransacked.  One person actually had the nerve to accuse me of hoarding milk, which, with four kids, it probably does look like that, but I wasn't getting any more than I normally would during any given week. 

I finally pulled into the cashier's aisle, and started unloading behind a young mother with a one year old.  He was in the cart, and was twisting around so he could see his mom.  She'd never taken his hat or his coat off, and he looked overheated.  His foot was stuck, and he couldn't put it back down where it was supposed to go, so he was looking pretty uncomfortable.  In the midst of his cries, he had that croupy, barking-seal cough that kids get when they are sick.

The mother, on the other hand, was chatting up a storm with the cashier.  She was complaining about the snow, how hard it is to shovel, the mess, the cold, the inconvenience, as if snow had a vendetta against her personally.  The hands were gesturing, and the Julliard School of Drama application was filled out and hanging out of her bag.  The baby started to really wail, to the point where she couldn't ignore him any longer.

She looked at him, annoyed at the interruption of her Oscar-worthy monologue, and said, "You know, you're a real Drama Queen."

I feel like I should get some kind of points for not saying a word.  But you know I have teeth marks in my tongue from biting it.  Sometimes, being an adult is absolutely no fun.

This is why I don't go out much.  It's just too hard to stay out of trouble.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Monday's Musings

-When your son tells you that you should join Weigh Watchers, you really have to question his survival skills.

-Oddly enough, the one kid who doesn't seem to eat at all has decided she wants to own an All-You-Can-Eat Buffet when she grows up.

-The whine of a 40 year old woman sounds exactly the same as the whine of a four year old.  The only difference is that you can shut the toddler up with a box of juice. You would think that maturity would have brought about some kind of evolution, but this is not the case.

-In spite of all evidence of what it took to bring these children into the world, they seem, collectively, to have a conspiracy theory that I'm trying to kill them with a healthy dinner.

-2 hour delays of school mean they are still up at the crack of dawn, and we are still racing to catch the bus.  I'm not sure I see the point.

-It's amazing how nice people can decide to be to you when they want something.

-Only a mother will understand her daughter's logic when she tells you she needs you to buy her a new pair of shoes so she can use the box to collect all her Valentines at school.

-I adore the deeply held belief my kids have that new shoes will help them to run faster. 

-I've been hoping that things will go back to normal for so long that I've realized I have absolutely no idea what qualifies as normal anymore.

-Sanity in this neighborhood is obviously in short supply.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Monday's Musings

You should never try and run errands with a three year old when it's raining out and expect that staying dry is even a remote possibility.

Even though I've been sick for weeks, I had to run some errands. After days of being cooped up in the house, it was nice to admire Fall out in full force. Then I got into the store and experienced Christmas....

Mary Poppins knew what she was talking about.  Milky Way bars are an excellent way to chase your Nyquil.

When my husband and I told the kids that he and I were going out for Indian, they acted like we were leaving for India. It could just be me, but I think we need to go out more.

Giving a kid cider and donuts for "lunch" has an enormous backlash.

Nothing makes my heart sink faster than seeing my three year old come down the stairs after we thought he was down for the night at 5pm.

After 8 hours of interminable folding, I have finally caught up with my laundry.  This means that someone is going to throw up or pee somewhere in 5...4...3...2...

Every time my Mother In Law leaves, I am made to be immediately grateful that she didn't choose this time to borrow my carpet steamer.

Evidence of the intelligence of Toddlers:  The only time Bee will consistently go on the potty is after dinner, because he gets a marshmallow as a reward.  Now, he's bypassing the meal so he can get the reward instead.  The fact that I've just been outsmarted is not lost on me.

To the person who didn't clean up after their dog this morning: thank you. I needed to clean that off of my three year old's shoes, pants, hands, my car, and his car seat. It's ok- it was only his school Picture Day today. And I only initially thought it was mud, and used my hand to clean it off his clothes, because we were late. I hope you have an amazingly bad day.


Tuesday, September 10, 2013

The Gimme Gimmies

I've reached the age where I realize that nothing is like the way it was when I was growing up, and for the most part, am ok with it (I think.  Perhaps I'm just being brave.).  Things do change, and to not be able to adapt is to become "old."  But one thing that is a continual source of shock to me is how much people want to charge you for everything they can think of.

Yes, we decided to have a large family.  Yes, we also decided that I would give up my career and stay home with them.  That decision comes with sacrifices.  I am very conscious where our money goes.  But it's as if in retaliation, the moment we decided to have a large family, society decided to have it's hand eternally out.

Nothing is free anymore.  And nothing is inexpensive.  Want to go to a fair?  They charge admission.  And charge for a place to park your car (sure, it's in the middle of a field, and you'll have to walk a mile and a half, but we'll charge you $10 for the exercise).  And charge to go in the bouncy house.  And charge to get the kids face painted.  Then, there's food.  You're looking at hundreds of dollars, with a family my size.  If you go to the Philadelphia Zoo, there's an entire list of extras, on top of the admission and parking, that you have to pay for.  And you feel awful if you can't provide your kid with the experience that they're begging for.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Monday's Musings

This Diem may have been Carpe-ed, but I think I got kicked in the teeth in the process.

The one thing I can never seem to do is to shut my brain off at 3am, so I can go back to sleep.  And I use the word 'brain' in the loosest possible terms.

Judging by the sounds coming from the basement, my husband allowing the kids to see G.I. Joe may have been a tactical error.

I went outside to our patio, and discovered that a spider had woven a GINORMOUS WEB across the patio...about six feet in diameter. Truly an impressive work of art, the detail was amazing. That shit got knocked down with a broom immediately. Of course, the little jerk proceeded to make another one every day for the next two weeks.  I do believe that is the equivalent of a spider giving you the finger.

I really want to know: who has been feeding the bugs in this town steroids?  And why are they holding meetings in my house?

I'd swear these boys smell my eyelids opening in the morning.