Anyone who knows me well knows that I have certain pet peeves, and I’m pretty vocal about them. Probably too vocal. Today, I discovered a couple new ones to add to the list. 1. Old people driving. Seriously, when I get to be old, anyone who is still young, and more coherent than me, needs to prevent me from driving. I followed this one lady who, no joke, was driving 3 miles an hour in a parking garage. And she’d randomly stop for a minute, just in case she missed a parking spot as she was speeding through aisles.2. High milk/gas prices. I always complain about gas, but what is up with milk? I walked into Sam’s Club today, and they now have one of those marquee signs showing the price of a gallon of milk for today, just like for gas. That is just sad. Is there some sort of cow OPEC that is controlling all the middle eastern cows, and they’ve decided that they hate me? What is the deal? 3. No air conditioner. I become really cranky when I’m warm. Our van AC is out, and we decided to wait until spring to fix it, because it SHOULD be getting cooler, and we SHOULD’NT have to use it anymore. Oh, and it costs about $700 to fix. Yeah, that’s not working so well. I sit and wait for the kids every day for about an hour. Fun times. Last week I blogged that it was too cold. So what happens? It’s now 80 again. I just can’t win. So, that’s my list. I’m sure I’ll probably come up with several other pet peeves before the day is over, but that’s only because I’m warm and cranky!
Anyone who know Adam well knows that he says the most off the wall/funny things. For instance: In his prayers over the food recently, Adam has taken to blessing us that we will eat our broccoli. Does he actually eat it? Or anything remotely heathly? Nope. Maybe he’s just exercising his great faith that if he prays for it, he won’t have to actually put it in his mouth, chew and swallow.Tonight, we took the kids to “A Night of Music and Inspiration” which is where they have a bunch of different LDS artists come and perform. About a quarter of the way through, Adam leaned over to me and told me he wanted to go get popcorn. Apparently, Will Rogers Auditorium feels and looks like a movie theater. I had to explain in whispers that they didn’t have popcorn.We do this thing in our family where we squeeze hands 3 times to say “I Love You”. One word for each squeeze. During the music tonight, I squeezed Adam’s hand 3 times, and whispered “I love you” He looked at me, really serious, put his finger to his lips, and shushed me. Yep, I was reprimanded by my 3-year old for being too loud. We get a kick out of Adam. He’s a highly entertaining kid, but don’t tell him, because then he’ll get embarrassed!
Aubrey’s Tribute/Plea to Fall It’s now my favorite time of year,When summer leaves, and fall is near.I love the crisp fall air a bunch,The festivals and leaves that crunch.Halloween costumes, pumpkins to carve,And watching football with Brett Favre! (Yeah, it rhymes. And yes, I had to look up how to spell it!)But, two days ago was ninety degrees,And now it’s fifty, I’m about to freeze.Why is it winter? What happened to fall?We can’t skip a season, I just want to call. The leaves didn’t change, this weather is lameIf it is too cold, fall’s just not the same.It’s not time for boots or small, frozen toes,I want to be able to feel my whole nose.Please, fall, come back, I’m begging of you,I haven’t even had time to make any stew!So, that is my rant, I’ll end on that note,Besides, I have to go dig out my coat.
Emily and Adam were fighting in the car while we waited to pick up Robbie. I told them if they continued to fight, they would have to sit in their carseats. They continued to fight. I told them to sit in their carseats. Emily begged for “one more chance”, which is vintage Em. I gave them one more chance. Two minutes later, they were fighting again, so it was off to the carseats. Emily begged for “one more chance.” I said no, because she’d already had one more chance. Thus began the tantrum. It has lasted almost 50 minutes now, with non-stop crying and repeating “one more chance, please Mom” over and over and over . . . We got home from school. I carried her up to her bed, where the crying and repeating continued. Interspersed with the begging have been threats. Namely, “I’m going to keep crying until you give me one more chance.” A few minutes ago, she said “Please Mom, I can’t cry any more.” I also just heard “Mom, you’re making my tummy hurt cause you’re making me cry.” At this point, it’s more humorous than aggravating. I can’t give in, because then she wins. But I can’t get her to calm down either. Ah, motherhood is never dull! (And at least I’m laughing about it instead of fuming!)
This was my day today: 6:15 – Oh good, Kelsey’s up early. I have a lot to do, so an early start will be okay. 6:20 – Make lunches6:30 – Feed Kelsey. 6:40 – Feed everyone else. 7:00 – Get kids dressed.7:25 – Take kids to school7:40 – Take shower, clean kitchen, make bed, pick up house.9:15 – Go on Field Trip to hospital with Emily’s class. We saw Safety Bear. I think I’m still humming the song they sang. “He’s a friend to me, he’s a friend to you, he will show us what is safe to do. He is always there, he will always care. He’s a friend for life – Safety Bear.” See, I even remember all the words. 12:45 – Leave field trip to go pick up Robbie for dentist appointment. 1:45 Dentist appointment for boys. It did not go so well. Robbie has this weird fear complex. He is afraid of new things, or things he’s not comfortable with. After an hour and half of trying to get Robbie to calm down so the dentist could fill his teeth, we gave up and went home. I was extremely upset. And in typical Mom fashion, I started lecturing him. It’s all kind of hazy, but I’m pretty sure I informed him that it cost me money, and he was a big kid, and he needs to just toughen up. Yeah, one of my greatest mommy moments. We were both pretty upset. I finally calmed down, and apologized to him, feeling like a horrible mom. When we got home, Robbie went upstairs, and got all his money (which was about 26 cents because he spent it all at the book fair), and gave it to me because I was sad and he was trying to help make up for the money it cost me at the dentist. Yeah, I felt even worse after that. But, what a sweet kid he is.3:45 – Finally home from the dentist. Sit and stare at the computer for about 15 minutes.4:15 – Run to pharmacy to pick up medicine for Emily. Yep, she has another UTI. Spendid.4:45 – Home and make dinner, do homework with kids.5:45 – Dinner (I’m so tired at this point that it takes me a full hour to make hamburgers. I think I just wandered around the kitchen randomly looking for things.) Spend the next HOUR trying to convince Adam to eat. I think he ate 2 bites in that time. Seriously. Jon gives the kids a lecture about how I’m the queen of our house and that they should be nice to me and not yell at me. I think by this time I look a little scary and Jon’s worried. Adam looks at him and says “But if the queen yells at us, then it’s okay to yell at her.” Too tired to laugh.6:30 – Do dishes6:45 – Give the kids baths and get them ready for bed. (Oh yeah, did I mention that Jon has class tonight?)7:30 – BEG the kids to just go to sleep so I will not be the yelling queen. Collapse on the couch. Is it time for bed?!? So, if anyone ever asks what a stay at home mom does all day, I may just laugh hysterically.
Are you tired of hearing about my kids? TOO BAD! Ha ha ha ha! I have a couple of cool things. Last night, Emily was up for a while with an ear ache (which is NOT the cool part!). I got up first with her, and then Jon. She was in a pretty good amount of pain. When Jon was up, he asked her if she wanted to say a prayer to ask Heavenly Father to help her. She looked at him, and between sobs, said that she’d already said a prayer. She told him while she was in bed, before we came up, she had prayed. Wow, seriously? Those primary teachers are doing a great job! Then, today, as we were watching General Conference, Emily kept drawing us pictures. And they were church pictures. Yes, that’s right – unprovoked church pictures! And I think she draws better than I do (which is not really hard to do!). Here’s a couple of them: [photopress:Emily___President_Hinckley.jpg,full,centered]President Hinckley speaking at the pulpit [photopress:Dad___Emily_prayer.jpg,full,centered]Dad & Emily praying in her roomAren’t kids the coolest? I think I might be starting to understand that “become as a little child” thing . . .