Let the countdown begin! Only four days until I am on vacation. Where to, you ask? The Outer Banks. We have been planning this trip for about a year now and those frozen drinks are finally within reach. The we part is made up of me, my bestie Sarah, her bestie from college Kelly(who I also love), my twin boys and two teenage daughters, Sarah's two kids, Kelly's two kids, Sarah's mom, Kelly's mom, my mom and mother in law, my two dogs, and Sarah's dog. Yeah...if you lost count that's three moms, six kids, two teenagers, four grandmas, three dogs, and a partridge in a pear tree. However, the most important part to take away from that harem is the four grandmas. Which means that us three tired and harried mommies can take a BREAK!!!! Thank the gods for grandmas. I plan to sit either pool side or with my toes buried in the sand drinking pretty much the whole week. Not that I'm going to go on a bender or anything, just need to maintain that happy medium between really tipsy but still functional. At least until the young kids are in bed asleep, then I make no promises!
I have much to prepare for. I should clean out the van, pack, paint my toenails, and clean the house since my mother in law is coming the night before we leave. Luckily, I have an awesome mother in law who couldn't care less about the state of my house as long as she gets to see her grand babies.
Also, I, and the other two moms, are of the mind that it takes a village to raise a child. So, if one of us sees another's kid doing something wrong we can and will correct it. To me, that takes soooo much pressure off. I see some moms, just running after their kids making sure they don't do anything wrong so they won't be confronted with a discipline situation in front of anyone. Seriously? Discipline your kids moms, don't leave it just to the dad. No kid is perfect, and no parent is perfect. Embrace it and move on.
I know I keep promising pictures...I am terrible about bringing a camera anywhere. But we will definitely have pics from the beach for all to see. I will be the one in the big floppy hat, huge sunglasses, and margarita in hand. Wait that might be all of us... I will label.
Do you hear it? Jimmy Buffett is calling................................
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
no point, just babble
Can I please be a girl again. Just for a day. I swear I'll go back to the mommy mode immediately afterwards. It's been almost three months since Jamie's been gone and while I have had one haircut at a "salon", I feel a little blah. I took a ride to the mall today, an hour each way with my boys. I got there and thought "yes! I'm out of the house". Then I realized that the boys just spent an hour in the car and now they are confined to a stroller, and then we have an hour ride home. Right away I felt like I was being selfish because now the boys aren't going to run around and play. Not only that but like I can weave through a store with my double stroller, let alone try any thing on. So the afternoon consisted of me looking longingly into the store windows just getting cranky. I did however get a smoothie! Isn't that exciting? I also got my eyebrows threaded. It hurt like a bitch, but I like the results better than waxing. If you haven't tried it and you don't mind ripping hairs out of the tenderest spots on your face one by one in a rapid succession because you are a sadist, you really should. I hate my eyebrows due to their insane growth rate, so I do secretly love it when they are ripped from my head. Ah...
Jamie is flying home tomorrow for the Memorial Day weekend. We have a date night planned. Well, we have dinner planned. That's as far as we got because we suck at coming up with things to do that sound better than sitting on the couch and watching some sci fi crap. It sounds super pathetic and I know we should both weigh about 300lbs, but thankfully we run...a lot. My goal this weekend is to get a family picture. I realized I have no pictures of me with the boys since like Easter of last year. Hopefully, my next posting will include a pic.
Jamie is flying home tomorrow for the Memorial Day weekend. We have a date night planned. Well, we have dinner planned. That's as far as we got because we suck at coming up with things to do that sound better than sitting on the couch and watching some sci fi crap. It sounds super pathetic and I know we should both weigh about 300lbs, but thankfully we run...a lot. My goal this weekend is to get a family picture. I realized I have no pictures of me with the boys since like Easter of last year. Hopefully, my next posting will include a pic.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Been a while
I just realized I haven't posted anything in about a month. It feels like forever. I haven't had any motivation to do any projects. In fact, one of my projects which would only take me about 15 minutes to complete, is sitting in the garage staring at me every time I pass through, annoying me. My only excuse is that I am currently a single mom of two very active 16 month old boys. It's basically all I can do to make it to their bed time and back to the couch to stare off into nothingness. Okay, it's not THAT bad. Not every day anyway.
The Framer's Market has opened here about three weeks ago and it is awesome. It's small, but has just about everything I would ever think to use and some things I wouldn't... My first trip to the market I was apparently feeling adventurous. I bought goat meat from a very local farm. I decided that a loin and two loin chops would be good. I plan to slow cook the loin and the farmer told me to prepare it as I would a lamb dish (cuz I've prepared so many of those?) Anyway I figured my dad is the perfect person to try it out on. He, like my husband, will eat just about anything. I mean that in the most complimentary way. It is nice when you can put a "spaghetti pie" in front of your new husband and he eats it without complaining. I had no clue how to cook when Jamie and I got married.
The other constant purchases at the market is eggs, sweet potatoes, green tomatoes, lettuce, onions, and strawberries. I've discovered that for my Yankee roots, I make killer fried green tomatoes.
Dad comes in two days and other than hanging out with the boys I plan on going for nature walks and to the park and maybe coerce dad into coming along on a grocery trip before he leaves so I don't have to push the double stroller and pull the shopping cart like some retarded caravan through the ever crowded Wally World hearing "you've got your hands full" every two feet. If this weren't predominantly a retirement community, I would seriously consider ramming people with the stroller when they said that to me. It makes me want to scream!
In other news, this is only the half way mark through this stint of single parent hood. Seriously? Another 6 weeks? As you all know, I'm more of a "glass half empty" kinda girl. So that's my take on the halfway marker. The bright side is that I will have my dad for 8 days (like dad Hanukkah) then Jamie flies home for a three day weekend. Actually it's more like a day and a half with travel time, but it will be awesome. After that it's a month until the beach house. I'm hoping for the fastest month in history.
As you can tell, I'm going a little crazy here by myself. If it wasn't for wanting to get this house I probably would have gone to my parents at least for a little while. Or maybe gone down with Jamie to San Antonio. Oh well. Speaking of crazy, I just heard my kids squeal, thus starts my day...
The Framer's Market has opened here about three weeks ago and it is awesome. It's small, but has just about everything I would ever think to use and some things I wouldn't... My first trip to the market I was apparently feeling adventurous. I bought goat meat from a very local farm. I decided that a loin and two loin chops would be good. I plan to slow cook the loin and the farmer told me to prepare it as I would a lamb dish (cuz I've prepared so many of those?) Anyway I figured my dad is the perfect person to try it out on. He, like my husband, will eat just about anything. I mean that in the most complimentary way. It is nice when you can put a "spaghetti pie" in front of your new husband and he eats it without complaining. I had no clue how to cook when Jamie and I got married.
The other constant purchases at the market is eggs, sweet potatoes, green tomatoes, lettuce, onions, and strawberries. I've discovered that for my Yankee roots, I make killer fried green tomatoes.
Dad comes in two days and other than hanging out with the boys I plan on going for nature walks and to the park and maybe coerce dad into coming along on a grocery trip before he leaves so I don't have to push the double stroller and pull the shopping cart like some retarded caravan through the ever crowded Wally World hearing "you've got your hands full" every two feet. If this weren't predominantly a retirement community, I would seriously consider ramming people with the stroller when they said that to me. It makes me want to scream!
In other news, this is only the half way mark through this stint of single parent hood. Seriously? Another 6 weeks? As you all know, I'm more of a "glass half empty" kinda girl. So that's my take on the halfway marker. The bright side is that I will have my dad for 8 days (like dad Hanukkah) then Jamie flies home for a three day weekend. Actually it's more like a day and a half with travel time, but it will be awesome. After that it's a month until the beach house. I'm hoping for the fastest month in history.
As you can tell, I'm going a little crazy here by myself. If it wasn't for wanting to get this house I probably would have gone to my parents at least for a little while. Or maybe gone down with Jamie to San Antonio. Oh well. Speaking of crazy, I just heard my kids squeal, thus starts my day...
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