Bubble Mountian

I love my husband. I really do but, sometimes I find myself looking at him like a science experiment. He definately makes me laugh (at his expense) and sometimes just shake my head in disbelief.

Recently I have been working long days (instead of my few afternoon 'mom' hours) and so without a word spoken, he has been doing the dinner dishes....someone should check the temperature in hell.

Now, when he does the dishes he does a decent job. I have trained him not to put the knives that go in the knife block or my pots and pans in the dishwasher. I think he actually is afraid of my pots and pans due to a fit I threw when his mother used a metal spoon to stir pasta and scratched the bottom of my pot...that's a whole other story. So reguardless, he leaves the knives, pots and pans for me.

With all this dish washing lately, I have noticed a very large mountian of bubbles left behind when he is done. This isn't a small fluff of bubbles that just happened to not have enogh water to ride down the drain. This is a mountian. I use brand name dishwashing liquid so that a small amount usually does the trick. He must use a quarter of a bottle. I struggle not to say anything in hopes not to squash his efforts. Maybe this might become a dishwashing habit and we won't always live in the 1950's. Maybe?

Last night he brings his dinner plates to the sink and I heard the water running. Now is my chance to monitor the soap use. I breeze into the kitchen casually to see the mountian of bubbles and him inhaling deeply face above the sink. This is odd I think....remember my husband the science experiment? He then says "I love the smell of Palmolive" and walks away.

Hmmmm...
I guess bubble mountian is ok for a little thing that makes him happy. So when you can stop and smell the mountian.

one hundred

WOO HOO! My counter at the end of this blog has hit 100 (yet no followers?)

I have only told a few friends about this blog and I don't think they have that much time on their hands to check on my blog that much.....Maybe I am mistaken and should blog more often.

Ok just in case friends, I will.

smile pretty

hmmmm..... how do you load picures? I'm trying to become a tech chic. Did it work?  WOO HOO!!! It did!! There's what I think of being too old to figure out this modern blogging stuff!!! : P

summer days

I come to work everyday with a cup of coffee and a 'new day' type of feeling.

Yesterday I should have been better prepared.

The night before was tha historical Bruins game winning the Stanley Cup after 39 years of trying. The game started at 8....the general bedtime for children...and ended at midnight (not a typical bedtime for children). The almost 8 yr old and 10 year old stayed up with thier parents to watch the event. Thanks.

As if a typical 8 year old isn't hyper or annoying enough. No sleep for a human after nap age and before teen age equals hyperactivity. God apparently didn't plan well in this area. You would think that hyperactivity due to lack of sleep would have been given to moms of young children.

After breakfast was served the 10 year old bookworm-type of kid retreated to his bedroom to read. Ok one down. The 8 year old kind of copied the idea, grabbed a library book off the counter and threw herself on the couch. I watched her bounce from on the couch to off the couch about ten times while reading.

"Stay STILL!"

She gave a scowl and asked me to read a few chapters. I read a few pages. C throws herself onto the floor, rolls on the floor back and forth, brings the couch blanket onto the floor, covers herself completely, curls up into a ball, kicks her legs out from under the blanket, rolls around some more, still listening....I think.

"I'm bored"

I am reading this chapter book with different voices depending on the character speaking and putting excitement where exclamation points are, elongating the italicized words and she is BORED!? Ok show is over. Onto plan B.

"Go outside and ride your bike"
"I dont want to"
"Go use the computer"
"No. There's nothing to do thats fun"
"Go knock on your friends door and see if she wants to play" (annoy that kid's mom)
"She's not home"
"Go find something to do" (away from me I wanted to add!)


I then stood up and walked out of the room like I had something important to do leaving her and her bouncing body alone with her boredom.

I can't say I know what she did next because I snuck out the backdoor and sat on the steps enjoying the quiet, sun and stillness outside. Yes, she drove me out of the house and into hiding to stay sane.

pain in the...

This morning I woke up with the birds (and Emilee) and had back pain on my left side right above my butt. I think it's my siaticca, at least that's what the elderly call it. Any way you label it, it hurts!
So, needless to say I got the baby and husband out the door and took a really hot shower....still hurt.
I drove to a job wiggling in my seat while listening to talk radio and drinking my liquid crack (aka coffee) and it still hurt.
At work, I put an icepack from my lunchbox down my pants for an hour and ...yes...it still hurt.
My day went on ...and on...and on...and then finally at 6:55 I am home to see my baby! I get to spend the last 20 minutes of my baby's day with her. We rolled and giggled on the bed, I lifted her over my head making her laugh even more, we read a book lying on our bellies, changed her, fed her, rocked her and shared a little snuggle then put her to bed. HEY! Wait a minute! My back didn't hurt for the last 20 minutes!

Back to the living room too tired to care about dinner. I grabbed a bottle of water,tylenol and the heating pad out of the closet. I hope my back feels better tomorrow. Maybe I should just stay home and play with my baby instead.

Blogging mision complete

Every year on my birthday I try to do something out of the ordinary.  Something I have always wanted to do or have thought of doing and do it for the year (or in the case of  choosing to have a baby...longer).

In the past I have done things like buy an antique VW bug (born in the same year as I was.  Ironically it was falling apart!), drive cross country, live alone, buy something frivolous and expensive, have a baby etc etc.   The idea is to make the leap and just get it done.  I tend to over think things sometimes and don't always take that leap.  Like Nike says JUST DO IT!

So this blog is going to accomplish a few things:
    1.  Be my birthday accomplishment.
    2.  Make me learn the ins and outs of technology.  I am of the generation that just learned to use computers my last year of college. It was not mandatory to use one but, my Senior year they opened a "computer canter" for students to use because no one had their own computers.  What is that you say? Preschoolers now have ipads in their classrooms....yeah, I get it....I'm old.
    3.  Make me a little saner.  The silly, crazy, maddening things that happen in my life need to be dumped somewhere.  I have read and researched why people blog and "to vent" stuck in my brain as being a good reason.  Plus, these things that I tell my friends/family that happen get a few laughs maybe you will too.
    4. Record events and happenings.   I often forget stuff  in all my hurrying and being too busy, old age, mom brain (and other reasons).  If you are my friends or family you know that I will tell you the same story in a week two and sometimes three times.  Most friends are nice and don't mention they have heard the story before until the third go round but still....
    5.  To make myself sit down for a few minutes and chill.

I'm sure there were other reasons that at the time were on my list but, I have since forgotten them.  SEE!? If  I don't write it down I forget.  My brain is not good.  You will become more and more aware of this as I share my life her in this blog HAHAMAMA.