Man, I suck.

I suck so bad at this blog.  I’m no good at keeping up with it.  So if you follow me, thanks.  But I apologize for being a slack ass.

It is so hard for me to find the time to write.  It’s hard for me to find the time to do anything now actually.  I feel like I’m constantly doing something, even in my sleep I’m waking up for the baby.  It’s crazy.  There’s no time for myself.  No time to write, no time to do my school work, no time to read or hang out with a friend, nothing.

I just put the baby down for a nap and the big kids are outside with their friends riding their bikes and playing in the dirt.  I’m trying to rush through this blog so I can finish cleaning and the other ten million things I need to do in the twenty short minutes the baby naps.  Which annoys the piss out of me.  She’s a cat napper.  I wish she took long naps.  But nope, about twenty to thirty damn minutes.  That’s it.  Just enough time for me to start something and not be able to finish it.  Yay me!  (Not.)

We have been having fun though.  The kids are on spring break right now, which started today.  So Big Girl had her best friend sleep over last night.  I made banana muffins for breakfast this morning, and they loved that.  I also boiled eggs the other day so they could dye them today.  They had an absolute blast doing that today!  And they turned out so cute.  I love having the kids do stuff like this.  Even though it’s messy, it’s so worth it.  It makes them so happy, I could care less how messy it is.

This little boy is the most important boy in my life.  I love him so much!  He told me today he’s never going to get married.  He’s going to live with me forever.  He will get a job and he will only leave me to go to work, then he will always come home to me at night.  But he said “Don’t worry Mommy, I will go sell cars for Hubby.” (my hubby is the GM of a dealership)   Then he pinkie promised me he’d never leave me.  He is my heart.  I love this kid so much.

Big Girl is on the right.  Big Girl’s best friend is on the left.  She’s like my other daughter.  I absolutely love having her here.  It actually makes things easier having four kids than three.  I think it’s because she keeps Big Girl occupied and out of my butt completely for the entire day.  If we are home all day and Big Girl has no friends over, she is constantly up my ass following me around wondering what I’m doing, why I’m doing it, reading my texts, my computer, my books, whatever is in my hand.  She has to know everything that is going on, no matter what it is, who’s it is, and why it is what it is.  But she will never just go play.  She is always bored and says she has nothing to do.  Even though she has basically ever toy under the sun.  Literally.  Last year for Christmas, Hubby spoiled the shit out of them and bought the entire toy section of Walmart and Target almost.  And what they didn’t get at Christmas, they get constantly throughout the year.  They’re the most spoiled kids.  If we go to the store, they get something.  I need to start saying no.  I just can’t – look at those sweet faces 🙂

Oh wow, I think Baby Girl finally cried herself to sleep.  Now to get up and actually get stuff done…

 

Advertisements

A three ring f’ing circus.

Don’t get me wrong – I am not all negative all the time.  I LOVE my life.  I have an amazing life, and I laugh everyday until I cry.  I have it great.  I have the best kids and husband ever.  My dog is okay, but he can be a bastard face a lot of the times.

I just post a lot of negative things on here because this is my outlet.  This is where I vent.  I can’t vent to my kids – obviously – because I’m usually complaining about something they did!  And I’m definitely not going to be that mom that complains to her kids, yells at them, and makes them feel like little pieces of shit, because they definitely don’t deserve that.  They’re amazing.  And they’re actually incredibly well behaved and awesome kids.  I’m so proud of the way they’re turning out.

I just write a lot of negative crap because I can.  I can complain on here.  I can voice my opinion, my thoughts and fears, and announce my irritations to the world.  To anyone besides my kids.  That’s basically what it comes down to.

Now that I’ve said all that…

I’m taking the kids to the movies today to see The Lorax.  I can’t wait.  Know why?  Because they’re so excited they’re driving me f’ing crazy. They’re bouncing off the walls, couches, and everything else they’re not supposed to be doing, because they’re so excited they can’t stand themselves.  Little bastards.  (Just kidding!)  But seriously, everytime I tell them we’re doing something and they get crazy excited, they start becoming maniacs.  I just had to yell at my daughter, who is incredibly well behaved in almost the perfect way, because she was jumping from the coffee table to the couch, and vice versa.  What the f—?  I definitely didn’t raise them to be doing that.  At this time – that’s when I’m grateful for my crazy pills.  Whoever invented them is a freaking genius.  And my new lover.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.  Sometimes it’s like a three ring f’ing circus around here.  With three kids, who are six, five and six months, and a one-year-old stubborn ass English bulldog, it gets insane.  Like crazy insane.  When one is sick, tired, hyper, in a bad mood…anything ranging from good to bad, everything around here changes dramatically.  Because when one isn’t happy, they piss the other one off on purpose constantly (the big kids).  And when the baby isn’t happy and she’s screaming and crying – no one is happy.  And when the dog gets a wild hair up his ass and becomes that instant asshole that he does randomly – no one is happy – again.

And when the hubster is home and all this craziness is happening, the poor guy goes crazy.  He can’t handle it.  He always says, “and that’s why I go to work.”  And I roll my eyes (in jealously) and wish I had a job at those times.  He’s so lucky he gets away sometimes.  Even though it’s to work.  Poor guy.  Once again – here is my daily chance – Thank you God for putting him in my life and all he does for us.  He busts his ass to support us.  And he doesn’t get thanked enough.  I tell him as much as I can.  But even thanking him everyday doesn’t do him justice I don’t think.  He’s just that amazing.  Jealous?  You should be.

And guess what my freakin’ son just did.  Hopped over the back of the couch onto the floor.  What the f.  No way.  It’s time to go.  Or time to knock them out.  Is that allowed?  Can I just knock them out until it’s movie time?  Now he’s running from one side of the couch to the other.  Time to go…

***UPDATE***

Right after I posted this, my daughter came to me and told me she wanted an MP3 player.  She has an iPod touch.  And she’s 6.  I know, spoiled rotten.  I just got so upset.  Thankfully, my medicine helps me hold back what I actually want to say (you little beotch, you have the best iPod touch there is and you’re 6, don’t be an ungrateful bastard.”  Instead, I say, “You have an MP3 player.  You have the best one they make.  It’s your iPod touch.  They don’t get any better.  Now if you’d like me to get rid of it, I’ll gladly sell it and get money for it and buy you a cheap one.  Is it not good enough for you?  Would you like a little MP3 player you can’t play games on and download games onto?”  And she said, “But I still want an MP3 player.”

Holy hell.