To hell with you old vacuum that mocked me while I tried to pick up the crud. You are out.

Today I helped the economy and purchased a Dyson. Of course, I did it with some of my tax refund, so I dont know if that counts?

And I got a 75$ target gift card to boot! So I vacuumed and could not believe how much stuff it picked up and I just did the carpet yesterday! What does that say about the old pos. AND...nothing jumped at me and laughed. The little pieces of crud went bye bye. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAH. I wonder what else I can vacuum today?

Top things to do to make mom HAPPY

All we really want is peace and quiet and and happy. Is that really so much to ask. Apparently it is.

So..here is my list of things to do to make me happy

DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME THE SECOND YOU WALK IN THE DOOR. (at least take your jacket off first)

NO MEANS NO. Stomping up and down, flailing your arms, does that do anything?, and whining will not make me say yes.

If you are sitting in the chair because I am ready to strangle you, do not repeat, mom can I get up now 100 times.

Yes..the above three just happened about 5 minutes ago, in that order!

If I am on the phone, do not come and ask me stupid questions. I hate doing the damnit i'm on the phone dance. Dont pretend you dont know what I'm talking about. Its where we throw our one free arm up and down while stamping our feet to get them to shut up and go away.

DO NOT PUT ANYTHING IN THE TOILET THAT DOES NOT COME OUT OF YOUR BODY.
I dont think that needs any explaniation.

He's actually asking me yet again if he can get up and then sighing loudly. WHATEVER DUDE.

if you have had a bad day at school, please do not get in the car and start by saying, I dont want to talk about it, but then yell at everyone in the car. That privilage, of punishing the innocent cause you are in a bad mood, is reserved for parents only!

LAUNDRY BASKETS ARE FOR DIRTY LAUNDRY! my husband is even guilty of this one...like opening the freaking closet door to put the socks in would be so much trouble. You are right, its extra work, leave them outside of the closed door!

Lift to pee, put it down when you are done and THE BATHTUB IS NOT FOR PEEING!

Dont ask, 'why are you not listening to me' I can hear you..I am choosing to ignore you and no you cannot get up yet.

DONT ASK WHY!!!!!

DONT CALL 911. especially if the house is a mess and I have not showered yet!

Ok...its somewhat quiet again. Which means I dont know where any, well I do know where one of child is, sighing heavily behind me still sitting, but the rest of the kids are blissfully quiet. Which means that they are zoned out to the television. Guilty mom feeling yes, gonna do anything about it? NOOOOOO!!!!!!

Day Two: Mom alone 10:16am

Ok..First night great. My big dog kept me company part of last night. He climbed up in bed with me and I found him breathing on my neck. Had to kick him off. Was to annoying

I kinda got to sleep in this morning. Phone rang right after I woke up. C2 was missing me. Was kinda cute. A little annoying that I had to get up and find the phone. But I get it.

So...Today, I made myself eggs for breakfast..OhOh. I discovered that if you leave the kitchen clean at night, its still clean in the morning!!!! That is, if there is no husband to spill coffee on the counter and has no time to clean it up and the kids are still asleep.

I left a glass on the counter...it was mine! and it was still there..and I had no one to blame but myself! It was AWESOME

So, I ate breakfast...oh...Wait.. I showered. Alone! No the kids dont come in the shower with me but they ask me questions, or let the dogs in so I have doggie noses peeking around the shower curtain. Once, C3 brought me a jar of pickles. I guess he was hungry. (my Sister just im'd me that I have a typo in my title and she is demanding I fix it) The funniest part, was that I forgot to take them back downstairs. Next morning, my husband comes in the bedroom holding a jar of pickes he had retrieved from the shower. The look was priceless!

So..I showered, got dressed, made my bed(I have to make my bed every morning. I'm sure my mom just fainted) made breakfast, got the paper and ate my breakfast hot! I actually burned my tounge. I didn't realize that eggs were hot when you took them off of stove.

So...now I am working and updating my Blog. I have to go to the Library, KP's house and then out with MP to run some errands.

I have realized something though. Even though there are no kids here...I feel stressed out. Hurried to enjoy my quiet time. Quick, run those errands so I can sit quiet before the kids show up. I think I need to slow down. I took up knitting to teach me patience...which it has..but now I have to learn to slow down. I wonder if this weekend will help me.

I seem to always be in a hurry..hurry make breakfast so I can eat it hot. quick get downstairs before the kids start fighting..quick get laundry done before I start work, quick finish work cause C3 has to get to school. Quick finish laundry and get it put away. Quick, what is for dinner, Quick knit before I have to pick up C2, C3, NC2, NC3. Quick start homework, quick finish dinner, Quick put dinner on the table ( how close is it till bedtime and my own time?) Quick get kids gets bathed, Quick argue with kids about bedtime...like it will work, Quick clean up kitchen pack lunches, quick, shove children into bed, quick stall husbands advances....afterall I have been running and needed all day..I dont want to be needed right now! Quick! sit down relax before bed, but do it quickly its almost bed time.

I have to many quicks in my house, to many hurry ups. So..I have three free days, but I feel as though I have to hurry through them...quick they will be home on Sunday.

I wonder how one learns to slow down. how can you? Life might not be there tomorrow. Why am I so selfish and jealous about my own time? Why am I always running? Why, as I type this do I feel rushed to get it done so I can go do other things?

You can learn a foreign language in an hour, make millions in just one month, cook a comlete dinner for a family of 5 in under 5 minutes, but cannot seem to slow down enough to enjoy any of it?

Friday Night 9:30pm cst

Well...Its 9:30. I have knitted the night away. I find it very odd. Around 9, I looked at the clock and thought, damn I have to make lunches etc...then quickly realized, I don't.

Its rather odd. Its nice....but odd. I think I have come to expect to be needed all the time. Does that make sense? Is that why when the kids go away to college there is the empty nest syndrome? Because after 18+ years of service, we are no longer needed on a daily basis? Think about it, we are, servants its not the right term, mom's (damn close) for 18+years of our lives. We do everything for them. From the day they are born till (my mom says never) they move out give or take, we are there for them.

Phone rings from school, forgotten lunch, we jump in the car. Stuck on a math problem, we put down our knitting :) and help. Need a snack for tomorrow, told at 930 at night, we run to Jewel.

We are at their beckon call ( within reason) 24x7 365 days a year, (give or take -3 for me) for 18 years, at least. Wait, I need a calculator....

6570 days
157680 hours of our lives devoted to the care and needs of those little monsters(said with love of course)

Oh and that is per kid mind you. If you have more than one, each day takes a lot longer to get through than the standard 24 hours. Ask any mom!

We get used to this feeling. We dont always like it, we get annoyed at it, we want quiet time, we want to change our names....but we miss it when its gone? What the hell is wrong with me! ROFL.

So, here I sit. I dont have to plan my day tomorrow. I will eventually have to get out of bed to let the dogs out or wind up having to run the steam cleaner over the carpet. I can do what I want for myself. No making breakfast, shouting about shoes(dont cringe or be shocked, we all shout about shoes and socks before school, no matter how perfect you thinkyou are, you have done it), brushing teeth, hanging up the damn towel in the bathroom, what am I, your maid???.

I get to live for myself and no one else tomorrow....I wonder what the kids are doing right now?

My weekend alone First Night 2/12/2009 6:30pm

It has begun. at aprox 5:38cst my husband and my three children loaded up in the SUV with the trailer attached and left the driveway. They will not return until sometime Sunday mid morning/afternoon.

If they drove my husband nuts, mid morning...if they had a great time..mid afternoon.

So..What am I to do with myself. I thought I would keep a record of what I have done this weekend.

So far, I straightened up the house, I should vacuum but ...see vacuum post... I dont want to.

I fed the dogs, made myself egg salad AND cleaned up after myself..See...It can be done. It is possible to make dinner and wash the dishes and put them away. And my husband thought it couldn't be done.

Oh...I ran a quick load of wash..C3 fell asleep on the chair downstairs last night at 6pm and had an accident. Not like I didn't ask my husband 4 times to take him upstairs and put him to bed, hence taking him potty. So..I am washing the blanket he was wrapped up in, courtesy of C2..see she can be nice when she wants to.

I have knitted. I am knitting a sweater for who ever it fits. It might be for C3 but I am making it for C2. I always knit smaller than it is supposed to be. Although I checked the gauge and its perfect. For those who have no clue, dont worry about it.

Its now 6:50pm cst. I plan on putting my dishes in the dishwasher..checking facebook and twitter again...maybe working but Sister1 needs to fix something for me *poke* before I can work.

I do NOT plan on turning on the tv until the simpsons comes on at 10:35. Why the hell they moved it form 10pm to 10:35. Do we really need 95 minutes of news. The news starts at 9pm. Goes till 10pm. then from 10 to 10:35, they freaking recap. GOOD GOD..

So...That is my plan.

Stay tuned for more updates. I'm gonna go potty, and resume knitting while listening to Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Crap...washing machine is dancing again

Big Kudos for Husband!!!

My husband is giving me the most incredible most awesomest valentines present in the 11 years we have been married.

He is taking all three children away for three days. Three whole days all alone cept for the dogs, but all they ever need is some loving and to be let out once in a while. They occassionally bark but they never whine, oh wait, yes they do, but they dont argue about bed time or fight with, oh they do that too...they dont ARGUE With me.

So..Kids, Hubby gone. Three days! Me, Ben & Jerry, Spoon, jammies.

Out of all of the gifts I have gotten, by far the best. Men do not have an easy time of giving gifts. We provide hints, we get flannel jammies and a robe with pictures of scottish terriers on them. We provide no hints, we get waffel maker! I hate waffels! We send them out with the kids so they can purchase for us, we get 2 gallon bottle of perfume you can smell through the glass and leaves stains on your clothes, neck and wrist, and the dogs wont come near you.

So...He so has it right this time. Oh...he's taking them ice fishing. yes, for those who are concerned, he has an ice shanty with heaters and none of the kids can fit in the wholes. C1 and C3 have tried, they only go up to their one knee. And of all of the trips, we have had only one broken bone. (so another story). The kids get to drink pop, eat crap, and stay up late. They think its the greatest thing in the world. For that one weekend...dad is God.

I think they should have one weekend. I will so take the rest of the year! Which I why I deserve this free weekend.

Friday night. Movie Night. BYO..NO KIDS!

Why do we let them go shopping??

So, C2 is snack girl for her Brownie troop meeting tomorrow. I inform hubby that I have to take her to the store this evening to purchase said snacks. He says, oh let me do it, I have to shop for the upcoming ice trip.

BEST VALENTINES PRESENT EVER RECEIVED FROM HUBBY....HE'S TAKING ALL THREE KIDS AWAY FOR THREE DAYS ICE FISHING.

So.. I say fine..go, take C2 with you. Since he has been gone, all of 37 minutes, he has called me five, yes FIVE times. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Stop freaking calling me. I don't care if you buy apple juice. Buy it, dont buy it, Why are you asking me????

Damn...I dont even remember what else he called about! I have told him twice now, not to call me again, but he keeps calling me and asking stupid questions. If you want to buy it then buy it. Dont call me and then ask me and then disagree with my answer. THEN WHAT IS THE POINT OF ASKING ME.

I swear, if the phone rings again, I am sooooo not answering it!!!