Time...a fleeting and fickle thing

Time,
we never have enough of it, some days have to much of it, are always looking for more of it, find ourselves trying to kill it.

Time in my life is difficult to manage. Not that I dont get everything done. If I want to get it done, i will. Most often, I just dont want to fold that last load of laundry, so it will sit in the dryer.

My problem with time is not having enough or to much, its what to do with what I have. I have free time, *gasp*.
Dont give me that, we all have free time, we just feel guilty for admitting it. Why? I have no idea?

Yes, our husbands go to the 'office', the sit in rush hour traffic, endure annoying, long, boring, pointless meetings. Return hundreds of emails/phone calls etc etc. They work hard. They come home tired. They are entitled to sit on the couch and relax....ummm....ummmm......

I will not even go though my day, made a touch harder by c3's broken leg. Am up by 7, c2 takes care of herself in the morning, and am not done with my day until 9:30pm. Well, that is not done with kids until 9:30pm. Then, I have to clean up, make lunches if they forget, etc etc etc....

So..hubbies day goes from 5:30am till 4:00pm. When he gets up to when he leaves work, ok fine, we'll say 5pm, when he gets home.

My day: 7pm until 11pm. I WIN..

Crap..off topic yet again.. Ok..so during my long long day, when all three kids are in school, I do get time to myself. Time I get to choose with what to do. There are so many things I want to do during my down time, I do none of them and watch tv, cause I dont know what to do.

Is that odd. I hate tv. There is nothing good on. Do I knit, work, write a letter (yes I still do that) read a book, go to the library, play the wii(I love playing the wii), run errands etc etc...UGH!.

Ok..dont be mad cause I have free time! I put in my years of chasing toddlers etc around. I am now entitled.

but...what do I do with it? When I'm knitting, I'm thinking it would be fun to play the wii. when I'm playing the wii...knitting comes to mind. Isn't this stupid.

I guess I have spent so many years, not having free time, now that I do, what do I do.

and MOM and all of the rest of you smart alecs...dont even ask me to come over and clean or do your crap...i'm typing this right now while ignoring my own crap while I wonder what to do next.....knit, wii, read, work, errands..

Odd thing happened at the store today....

So C3 and I were at Hobby Lobby today. I was on the phone with my mom when C3 accidently dropped and broke a Christmas ornament. yes, mom that is why I said bye so quickly.

He broke into tears and I surprised myself by not getting angry. I told him that he would have to pay for the damages and say he was sorry.

So, we picked up the piece that had the tag on it, and started towards the register. We ran into our good friend Lynn who we became friends with because she works there and we are there a lot. So..I explained that c3 accidentally broke this and he had to pay for it now. He was crying softly and said he was sorry that he broke it.

She gave me a look and was about to say, that is ok, because I know they simply write these things off, but my look beat her to it. Mine said, dont argue with me. He has to fix this. I am glad that she is our friends, because a stranger might have given him a hug and said that it was ok!

So, we walked over to a register and I paid for it and we were on our way to puchase what we originally paid for.

C3 and I had a talk after we paid for it and I explained to him that eveyone makes mistakes and accidents happen, but it takes a big man to admit his mistake and fix it.

So, on our way out of the store, my purhcases costing less than the silly ornament, C3 wanted to find Lynn again, so we did and he gave her a big hug and said he was sorry again. As C3 wandered out of earshot after this, but still withing eyesight, mom, Lynn congradulates me. Tells me that she has never seen a parent do that before!

WHAT?

If you have ever been in Hobby Lobby, you know how dangerous it is for any parent with kids, young or older. Everything is made of glass, and everything is in the way! Scares the heck out of me, I'm always afraid I'll be the one to brush the giant platter with a fat white chef on it and it WONT be on sale.

Once, when we were grocery shopping C3 ate a piece of candy out of the bulk bin. I make him pay for it. So He gave the woman a quarter and said he was sorry. SHE GAVE HIM CHANGE. He was thrilled. Totally defeated my point!

So, even though I know that they dont make people pay for accidents, thank you Lynn. Thank you for allowing me to parent my child in your store. For understanding what I was trying to do and playing along with me.

And for the record, C3 had to bring in all the garbage cans from out front. There are 5 of them and they are taller and heavier than he is!

Dear Mr. Superintendent

Letter 2

So...as we keep reading in the paper, Dist # is looking to close a school or converge grades or something like that in order to balance or fix the budget.

Ok...Heres a good idea. Stop wasting paper! MY GOD!

Today K1 brings home a piece of paper that has the month of October on it. Listed are a couple of test dates, days off of school and stuff like that. Oh..and I have to sign it and he has to return it or he cannot participate in freaky friday, whatever that is. are you freaking kidding me!

Its a lousy piece of paper with a calendar printed on it. Why do I have to sign this? I already know when they have off this month, the test listed on there are school wide map tests and you will send home tons and tons of paperwork on picture day. Why are you wasting my money.

Oh...did I mention, that at the beginning of the year we are forced to buy an assignment notebook. The kind with days of the weeks and months in it. Wait, in other words a CALENDAR!

Hey teacher....you know that big slate looking thing behind all of the colorful laminated posterboards of stuff. Its called a chalkboard. You write things on it and students copy it into the assignment notebooks/CALENDARS!

So, I wrote on this stupid waste of my money and time piece of paper, WHY DO I HAVE TO SIGN THIS. sending my son into hysterics because he has to have that taped to his desk for the entire month of October? WHY?

So, Mr Superintendent, tell the teachers to stop photocopying and start writing, and having the students copy. I'll be glad to buy you some chalk.

What is that smell.....

Ok...I was going to write about that odd smell coming from the first floor. That was ten minutes ago..

So, I went to my blog page and when to login where I couldn't remember my login and pw. I know, hush..So I was sure I knew my login, my email address, even though I have like a dozen of them, I use basically one for all of my crap. So, i enter that in and then the most logical pw. wrong.
I have a bunch of pw's that I use over and over again with different sites. Gasp..I know..the experts tell us not to do that. to use a unique pw for every site. These are the same experts that also tell us to NEVER write down our logins and pws. WTF! Like, I can remember all of the places I have a login and pw to

Lets look at the list
kids school
amazon
work
fb
twitter
blogger
half a dozen shopping sites that I bought one thing on
goggle
email (dozen different accounts)
yahoo
Adwords
Dashbord Analytical crap
httH pool website
at least a dozen forums for both work and personal
bank1
bank2
all of my bills and each of their websites.
freecycle



so lets say about 50 average website...oh wait...with bills, probably 75. So...I am supposed to create unique logins and id's for each and everyone one of them cause if I dont and i get stolen, its my own fault. Please shoot me now. I walk upstairs intending to get something and by the time I have gone up 9 steps, I have forgotten what it was I was after. The pool website, like why do I need to have a login and pw to that?????, I only use each summer. So I'm supposed to remember that after 6 months or so of down time?

So...I have some of them written down...ok no, typed up in a file on my computer. And...if you are thief, there are more computes than people in this house, so good luck finding which one...oh well, ok, its this one...like I would put it on a computer I would have to get up and go to!

I only have some of them written down. And...I was smart...I wrote them down but didn't write next to them what they were for! HA. which of course has its own problems.

Click here to reset my password, yet again.

I still dont know where the smell is coming from?

I try to be a good mom, but.....

Lordy! What a night..

I figure myself to be a good mother. Not perfect, but good. I dont coddle, ok fine, maybe I coddle K3 a little, but he is my youngest, and I have backed off of that cause he is ticking me off lately. But, I dont coddle to much, I give my kids their freedom, to a degree. I dont entertain them, I force them to play and do things for themselves. (I just stared a new pair of socks afterall) I dont buy them everything they want no matter how much the beg and plead.

When they get hurt, I take care of them, but still force them to take care of themselves to a degree. Yes, when K2 had a broken leg, I made her get her own drink when she was able. But I see that along the lines of good parenting. When they get sick, I show the appropriate amount of concern and sympathy depending on the illness. High fevers, get hugs and tylenol, blankets, cool washcloths on their foreheads. (my mom used to do that...the washcloth...still remember how good it felt)

But, oh but, I cannot handle the wailing. K2 was sick all afternoon and all evening last night. Both end kind of sick. Serious stomach cramps kinda sick. Dry heaving kinda sick. So, I put my good mom hat on, got her a small garbage can, a heating pad for the stomach cramps, put a book on cd on her computer and tucked her into bed, cooing the words of caring and sympathy. And then...annoyed mom walked into the picture.

Ok, I get you are sick. I get it! We all get it. but really, every time you go into the bathroom, please stop whining my name, getting louder and louder. I go in there, you say your stomach hurts, I say I'm sorry..and then two minutes later you are yelling my name. This went on starting at about 3:30pm until well past 3am. and I do mean every 5 minutes. I was ready to strangle you, not literally please. I mean come on! I get it! I know you feel like crap. I KNOW. But please, please stop screaming my name every five minutes to tell me you dont feel good. Its not what you want. You dont want annoyed mom standing there, you want good mom, but you decided that you need annoyed mom to stand there and say, I know you are sick, what do you want me to do, I cannot be sick for you(althought I could do it alot quieter)I cannot do anything for you, go back to bed.

So...sigh...K2 was able to take good caring mom and turn me into annoyed please shut up and dont say my name again mom. I actually told K2, after I got her a warm blanket and set her up on the couch with the tv on her favorite show and a garbage can in front of her this morning , to please not say my name for a while.

How quick they are able to turn us from loving and caring and feeling oh so bad for them, to dear god just shut up moms.

A note to my husband....

Dear Honey,

It has been a long tough rode. But we have traveled through it together, hand in hand, standing with our faces towards the wind, daring it to push us back. We refused to back down, refused to feel sorry for ourselves. We worked together, and stood firm. You worked hard, achieved the near impossible, and I am very proud of you for that.

So....perhaps you are thinking that you are back in the office already? See, in the office, they have people to do things for you. They have things to take in and out the garbage...so, I am thinking you are daydreaming ahead..as you have walked past our 6 garbage cans three times today and not brought them back from the curb. We do not have a janitoral staff to do this, and I dont do garbage.

So, my darling, get off your lazy ass and quit walking past the damn garbage cans! They will not make it back into the house by themselves!

Dear Mr. Superintendent

Dear Mr. Superintendent

(wow...that is a tough word to spell)

our district is all out of money. You are grasping at straws.
There is talk about closing yet another school. You have canceled most fun after school activities.
You are now charging the groups that function for the school and around the school for use of the school. I guess you think that cub and girl scouts are just rolling in the dough?

Well...I have a couple of ideas for saving money.

First, crap...forgot my train of thought....

Ok...wait., I got it...

Why do the kids use throw away textbooks? Every year the district has to spend money on textbooks. Why? When we were kids we received TEXT books. That is hard cover books. The night before school, we would, ok our parents would be cussing late into the night trying to read the instructions on how to take a brown grocery bag and turn it into a book cover. Who in the world came up with those instructions anyway. So we had hard cover books..and lined paper and pencils. Someone tell me why my sixth grader needs crayons? REALLY????

We copied problems down out of the book, or off the board, wrote our names on them and turned them in. And if we destroyed or damaged a book in any way, our parents had to then pay for it and we caught hell for it. Why is this no longer sufficient? (OMG, K3 just mooned K1)...
So...get rid of the damn throw away workbooks that you have to buy every year! To me this seems like a no brainer.

Second...I now have all three of my kids in school. Why do they send home the same paperwork with each kid. Why do I have to sign three different pieces of paper telling me and them the classroom rules? Why do I have to sign three different pieces of paper first explaining about the computer lab and then giving my kids permission to use said computer lab.

Classroom rules. Why? Why in gods name must I sign a piece of paper agreeing that my kid will not be a shit, and if they are a shit they will get in trouble. Isn't that a given. Do we not know what the rules are in school by now. Do we have to be reminded each and every year. Like, what, they have changed from year to year? Why do we need a piece of paper that none of us really reads, to talk bout positive attitude and and good character. WOW...wait a minute...maybe this is what society as a whole needs. The Dist is actually ahead of the game here.....our little town is perfect because I have signed three different pieces of paper reminding me and my children how to be of good moral character. Phew...crisis avoided. So wait a minute..if one of my kids should *gasp* forget they they signed this little piece of paper promising to be a *good noodle* and gets in trouble...do they bring this little piece of paper out and wave it in our faces screaming.....BUT YOU SIGNED THIS PAPER...YOU SIGNED YOU SIGNED! Oddly enough, I know they dont do this as my perfect little children have gotten in trouble in school and I never ever saw this paper again.

I wonder if I can have the teachers sign a piece of paper promising to be of good moral character, to be nice to my kids, to teach them tons, make them all get along and be friends with everyone, to not have clicks, to not be mean, or to steal or to bully, or to name call... and if one of my kids comes home with a problem, I can go to them and scream....BUT YOU SIGNED THIS PAPER, YOU SIGNED YOU SIGNED!

I wonder if I would get a phone call from a teacher if instead of signing them, I just wrote MAKE ME!

ROFLMAO! Damn....I already signed them and turned them in. That would have been funny!!!!!