Oh, the days when the timechange was a fantastic thing. It either meant an extra hour at the bar, or an extra hour to sleep in.
Now, it means you are woken up to the sounds of giddy children laughing, wait, scratch that, crying and fighting, at the dark hour of 5am. By 7am I am out of crafts and almost out of my mind. Is it 5 o'clock yet??
To top it off, this particular day, all 4 kids are home for the day due to teacher conferences....aaaand it is Day 7 of my diet. I am not a happy camper.
Being that we're heading to Disney in a mere 2 weeks, and I have 10 lbs to lose, I attempt to try a Jillian Michaels video. Attempt was the key word. If only I could burn calories based on attempts. My kids all tried to workout with me, which is fine, but arm circles in the warmup stage took out Samantha. Sobbing and crying because her sister scratched her, she went running away. Then the side kicks took out Will after Alex kicked him in the ribs. Alaina got winded on the 180 jumps and Alex would only kick one way, which normally hit into me now, so, instead of the 40 minute workout I had hoped I would get, I said "buh-bye" to Jillian after 15...tops.
Now the kids have been banned to the basement, although they each come up about every 5 minutes to tell on someone. Shortly, we will have to get dressed as I have to lug them to parent/teacher conferences at 1:20. Mind you, I should be in the shower, but I'm enjoying the next 4 minutes of "semi silence" until the next one tattles. I'll try to jump in there when they come up in about 10 minutes asking for a snack.
Now I look around the house. While it has the potential to look beautiful, most days, it looks like a bomb went off. It shocks me. It's clean at night, by the time the pop tarts are finished at 6:45, it's like a war zone. Fuggedaboudit. I guess I can't put ALL the blame on the kids. I definitely have all the teachers Christmas gift bags out, and stuff I've been making for Alex's upcoming birthday. I need a "shit" room. That would be perfect. Hmmm...wonder where I can make one of those. Dave would say it's his office, since I pile crap in there all the time, but I need a shit room of my own. Aaah, to dream.
So, as I sip down my Atkins shake and prepare for my mouth to shortly taste like I've eaten a poop sandwich (High protein diet mouth...ICK), I've decided tonight will be a cheat night because it will be well deserved.
My cousin and I went (pre-diet) to a restaurant in NY with awesome pumpkin martinis. Now, I'm not a pumpkin lover, per say, BUT, these were pretty darn delish. My cousin recreated the recipe and I'll be trying it tonight. If anyone cares to join me, I'll probably be clinking my glass this evening.
Here is the recipe for you to enjoy!
Take a can of pumpkin and mix it with pumpkin pie spice and some confectionary sugar. Then take equal parts vanilla vodka and baileys (you can use pumpkin bailys, which is made by Molly's) and put a spoonful or more of the pumpkin mixture with ice and shake it all up and enjoy!
Hope you enjoy it...gotta go. The crew is back upstairs and whining that they are soooo thirsty for chocolate milk. Samantha even added that she dreamed about it last night. Off to the kitchen....tempted to start now because as we all know...it's 5 o'clock somewhere!
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Oh Poop!
Oh the joys that come with the aftermath of Halloween. Sugar highs are one thing, but sugar crashes are another. My kids got to pig out on Halloween, and not by my choice, but by the sneakiness gene that each one of my children seem to posess. Alaina walks out of the bathroom, after her post trick or treating bath, with a face full of chocolate. Mind you, I'm on day 2 of my Atkins diet, so I wanted to lick her face clean, but instead, I wipe it with a wipe and then practically snort it up my nose.
Nov. 1st was also bad...a big day of whining and attempts at sneaking more candy. Finally, the kids each picked 10 pieces and then put it in a box for Uncle Michael, who is in Afghanistan right now. Dave, however, picked about 52 pieces of my favorite chocolates and has been sitting, night after night, eating them next to me. Take tonight, for example. The guy is almost begging me to eat a chocolate covered cranberry as it's "Only probably 5 calories". Ummm...OK. And because he's consuming half the bag, I can count on eating just one and not wanting another? GRRRR. What a supportive husband I have while on my diet. But, as a friend pointed out, the bigger he gets, the smaller I will look. If only I was going to be sitting next to him on the cruise. Instead, most likely, I'll be sitting next to my super skinny girlfriend who ALSO has 4 kids, one which was born a mere 6 months ago. Faaaabulous.
I digress. So, here we are on day 3 of the sugar crash. My kids are SUPER whiny today, and I had a new friend to my boutique come over tonight to buy a few early Christmas presents. Since my kids go completely nuts as soon as a "new person" rings the doorbell, I took advantage of the nice day and told them to jump on the trampoline. The woman and I chatted and I showed her some new pieces...everything was going smoothly -aka- quietly, UNTIL..... I have my 4 adorable children, shoe-less from the trampoline, run into my house looking as if they had snuck more chocolate from the Halloween baskets. HOWEVER, along with their brown stained faces and hands and clothing...they are yelling, "Will wiped poop on my face". All of them. In unison. Faaaantastic. Wait, what?! We don't have a dog, and I've never seen one roaming free in my backyard. Random animals? I've seen a skunk once...could it be skunk poop? Good God. I quickly say goodbye to the poor gal who, although having three kids of her own, was probably traumatized by my filthy little poop faced children. Of course as I examine more closely after the door is shut and she pulls out of the driveway, it is actually mud. MUD! Why the hell couldn't they have said mud?! Why, when a new person is in the house, must they say it's poop?! Add this to the fact that I haven't had sugar OR alcohol in 3 days (and yes, I realize 3 days to go without alcohol is not a long time, HOWEVER, knowing I can't have it and having a couple of crazy days, not to mention the fun time of the month....); let's just say it almost put me over the edge. I call my friend Jody to tell my tale as my kids are all in showers throughout the house and she laughs away my horror.
I facebook message the poor gal and tell her, of course it was mud on their faces, not the aforementioned poop and while she was very gracious, I have decided from now on when people come over, the kids are in the basement....with Halloween candy...so that when they come up saying there is poop on their face and my customers leave in horror, at least I can lick their faces clean and get a bit of satisfaction out of it all!
Nov. 1st was also bad...a big day of whining and attempts at sneaking more candy. Finally, the kids each picked 10 pieces and then put it in a box for Uncle Michael, who is in Afghanistan right now. Dave, however, picked about 52 pieces of my favorite chocolates and has been sitting, night after night, eating them next to me. Take tonight, for example. The guy is almost begging me to eat a chocolate covered cranberry as it's "Only probably 5 calories". Ummm...OK. And because he's consuming half the bag, I can count on eating just one and not wanting another? GRRRR. What a supportive husband I have while on my diet. But, as a friend pointed out, the bigger he gets, the smaller I will look. If only I was going to be sitting next to him on the cruise. Instead, most likely, I'll be sitting next to my super skinny girlfriend who ALSO has 4 kids, one which was born a mere 6 months ago. Faaaabulous.
I digress. So, here we are on day 3 of the sugar crash. My kids are SUPER whiny today, and I had a new friend to my boutique come over tonight to buy a few early Christmas presents. Since my kids go completely nuts as soon as a "new person" rings the doorbell, I took advantage of the nice day and told them to jump on the trampoline. The woman and I chatted and I showed her some new pieces...everything was going smoothly -aka- quietly, UNTIL..... I have my 4 adorable children, shoe-less from the trampoline, run into my house looking as if they had snuck more chocolate from the Halloween baskets. HOWEVER, along with their brown stained faces and hands and clothing...they are yelling, "Will wiped poop on my face". All of them. In unison. Faaaantastic. Wait, what?! We don't have a dog, and I've never seen one roaming free in my backyard. Random animals? I've seen a skunk once...could it be skunk poop? Good God. I quickly say goodbye to the poor gal who, although having three kids of her own, was probably traumatized by my filthy little poop faced children. Of course as I examine more closely after the door is shut and she pulls out of the driveway, it is actually mud. MUD! Why the hell couldn't they have said mud?! Why, when a new person is in the house, must they say it's poop?! Add this to the fact that I haven't had sugar OR alcohol in 3 days (and yes, I realize 3 days to go without alcohol is not a long time, HOWEVER, knowing I can't have it and having a couple of crazy days, not to mention the fun time of the month....); let's just say it almost put me over the edge. I call my friend Jody to tell my tale as my kids are all in showers throughout the house and she laughs away my horror.
I facebook message the poor gal and tell her, of course it was mud on their faces, not the aforementioned poop and while she was very gracious, I have decided from now on when people come over, the kids are in the basement....with Halloween candy...so that when they come up saying there is poop on their face and my customers leave in horror, at least I can lick their faces clean and get a bit of satisfaction out of it all!
Stay at home mom
Contribution by Stevie Kirby
We had our second child last year. When we did, my wife decided that she wanted to quit her job as a nurse to stay home with our kids. She could not imagine paying a stranger to stay home with our kids while she worked, only to give half of her salary to the daycare center. Our hope is that our kids will be better developed socially and mentally because they will have spent their first few years at home with their mother. We decided to get a security system since my wife would be at home alone pretty frequently with the kids. My wife said she would feel safer if we got one, and I agreed it was necessary. We looked into TOTAL ALARM SYSTEMS and found what we were looking for. I know that our neighborhood is safe, but I feel that you can never predict when criminal action will take place in any neighborhood. Now I can feel better about leaving her home with the kids each day, knowing that she will also feel safe.
We had our second child last year. When we did, my wife decided that she wanted to quit her job as a nurse to stay home with our kids. She could not imagine paying a stranger to stay home with our kids while she worked, only to give half of her salary to the daycare center. Our hope is that our kids will be better developed socially and mentally because they will have spent their first few years at home with their mother. We decided to get a security system since my wife would be at home alone pretty frequently with the kids. My wife said she would feel safer if we got one, and I agreed it was necessary. We looked into TOTAL ALARM SYSTEMS and found what we were looking for. I know that our neighborhood is safe, but I feel that you can never predict when criminal action will take place in any neighborhood. Now I can feel better about leaving her home with the kids each day, knowing that she will also feel safe.
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