Elena, Elena, let down your hair??

I'm really starting to think that my little future damsel-in-distress has convinced herself that she is Rapunzel. She asks for wigs. She begs me to straighten her hair so that it will look longer (which I almost never do). She will sit for an hour brushing her hair. I mean seriously this girl is so silly. A few times while I have been brushing her hair she has even acted out parts of the movie saying "Oh, Mother, why can't I leave me tower" and if I don't respond the way she wants she will insist until I play along. "Rapunzel, you can never leave this tower again!!"

I never thought I would let my daughters be "princesses." You know....that child who thinks they are so beautiful and so much better than everyone else, and thinks things should be handed to them on a silver platter...make that gold. I remember talking to Rosvin during his first deployment to Iraq after we found out she was a girl. We both agreed that we did not want her to be that way. To think that she was better than everyone, that she was the little princess and that Dorian was just her brother. But my little diva has other plans. And I don't think I have encouraged that behavior. I let her pretend anything thing she wants and enjoy what she wants, but I have never told her that she was the princess. But she is turning into a royal pain. <<Pun intended. LOL Now don't get me wrong, she can be the sweetest little girl, but boy is she strong willed. I cannot even imagine how she is going to be when she is older. Hopefully she puts her princess attitude to good use and at the same time doesn't give me too much trouble. That's likely, right?!

Super hero, Away

I am so incredibly excited for D's birthday party. It's still a few weeks away, and believe me I still have tons to do, but I am still so excited. He hasn't had a party the last two years so I guess this one will be making up for that somewhat. The theme is super heroes, which is so fitting considering he takes on 5 different personalities most days. His favorites being Captain America, Thor, Flash and so many more. I think he just goes down his mental list to try to fit each super hero into his day. He runs past me with his arms out like he is flying and the next minute he has the top from the hamper pretending its a shield. He has even started making symbols out of paper and gluing them to his shirts. Yes, I said gluing!! Surprisingly he is pretty crafty with crayons, construction paper, and kid scissors. The first time he made Superman's shield (who by the way, he had abandoned for a while after daddy told him that he is an ALIEN) I was shocked and thought that R must have helped him. But no. I am hoping this party to be epic. Well as epic as a young parent with limit means can make it for a 5 year old. I'm inviting his entire class (18 kids) plus all of our friends. We are having a taco bar, and yummy cake. And it's going to be 11/11/11 at 11! (He was born at 11:01). I figure this will be the only time in his life that he sees those number like that!! :) AHHH I cannot wait. I hope he is just blown away and remembers it forever. I will have to post some pictures afterwards of all the decorations and cake! Gonna be a blast. I don't think he even realizes that he is going to have a party. I can't wait to see his face. :)

Like father, like son

Mr. D was so sick yesterday. He woke up at 2:00 am and came in my room whiny and crying saying how horrible he felt. He climbed in the bed to snuggle up beside the baby and I noticed he had a fever so I escorted him back to bed with some tylenol, a kiss, and a sheet instead of his giant comforter. When my alarm went off I went in and kissed him, but he was still warm. So I reset my alarm for 7:00 so I could call to get an appointment. I knew I was in for a long day filled with a whiny, sick kid, a mess house, and a trip on post. And of course that was exactly how it was. (Although, I did manage to make so yummy cake pops!! Nom!) What is so crazy about D is honestly how much he favors the hubby, especially since is not home very much. And not just his personality traits, but the foods he likes and things like that. Which means that not all of these traits are enviromental. But anyways, he was laying on the sofa acting so pitiful, and he would tell E "I just want to be left alone, because I'm not feeling well. So you have to get OUT of the living room." It was like hearing my husband talk. And when he wanted to go to a different room he would get down on the floor and crawl and say he just couldn't walk. He wanted me to cater to every whim and baby him, which is just how his daddy is. Men are supposed to be rough and tough and nothing can get them down, but when they are sick all they want is their mommy (or at least the mommy figure in the house. aka ME). They really are just big babies who want to be taken care of. Good thing God knew who the stronger sex was and make us women the ones to go through childbirth or the species would have died out a long time ago.

Godparents

My kids really love their godparents. In fact, I'm sure we could not have pick two more perfect people. This morning they (D and E) decided to color pictures to send to them. I walk past the room where they are coloring only to hear a chorus of their love. They were singing their names and that that they loved them and what they were doing. It went a little something like this..."We love our grand, I mean, Godmother and Godfather. We are coloring a picture for our Godmother. We are going to maiiiiillllllll it to herrrrr!" and so on. Wish I would have recorded it. :)

I pledge allegiance....

At D's school they do not say the Pledge of Allegiance. I have asked him several times about to it which his stares unknowingly. Apparently the other day they were trying to teach it to him. The first time, according to him. So he starts to recite it "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of THE America". I couldn't help but think of that dumb beauty queen "and the Iraq and places such as" haha. Then I help him to continue. What followed had me in stitches. "To the replug-it, It stands?!?! Why does it stand? One nation under God, in-vi-dis-able, with lizardly and justice and all". Ah, so funny. Hehe

You always hear that the older you the get faster the time goes by. And although I can think of a few scenarios where that doesn't hold true, it is definitely the case for me. Today is October 1, 2011. Not only has the  year been flying by but it also makes me more aware of how fast the last few years has gone by. In just over a month my little man will be 5! I can still remember finding out that I was pregnant. I can still see the hospital room where I had him. I can picture the party we had for his first birthday. And yet, he is a kid now. A very smart, fun, handsome KID. I look back a photos taken only a year ago and he still looks like a baby. You know, round face and chubby checks. It's amazing how much kids change in such short amounts of time. I sometimes wonder how it must feel like for my parents, or grandparents. Having seen their own children grow up, and watching grand- and great grandchildren grow up now. I wonder if we weren't so focused on time, as a society, if maybe it wouldn't feel the same. We are always waiting for something, looking forward to something that is supposed to happen at a future time and we miss the small moments. We put ourselves on a bullet train to the future even though we know we can't go backwards. I try very hard to not  to do that, but it is so hard, especially when R is gone, which unfortunately is far too often.

You know what?? I think i'm going to try to change my outlook on this. I'm going to try to literally enjoy every moment. Forget about the things that do not matter and the people that just bring others down. I wonder if my perception of time will change after that. After all, perception is reality. Guess we shall see....

Thank you Dr. Freud

I can't help but kind of love this whole Oedipus-complex stage. It's probably part egotistical on my part really, but I still love it. Yesterday I had picked D up from school and we were on our way on post when he started talking about ages. (Ugh) He started out saying that R would be 28. So I asked how old I am and how old I would be on my next birthday. He of course answered correctly. My response, well what else?! "Ugh TWENTY-FIVE!!! Mommy is getting so old" to which my wonderful little boy responded "I don't think you are old. You are still beautiful!" Ah. I'm pretty sure most grown men could use some tips from this boy. They would def get in less "trouble" from their wives. Hehe

And don't think E is excluded from this stage; nope. Electra is running rampant as well. We even had a fake argument the other day! She said that she intended to marry her Godfather. But after explaining several times that he is already engaged (but it would be just kind of weird) she finally decided she would just marry her daddy, to which I responded "Oh no, he is My man." Head weaving and snapping and all. So we bickered back and forth for a minute about who's man he actually was until we finally called the man himself to find out. It was great fun!! Especially since I can trigger it in her at will. Ahh. The joys of motherhood. :)

Our Norm

D had been in school for four weeks already and we have a pretty good routine going. He is doing so good. I get compliments about him daily from the teachers. E is enjoying school as well, and is so well behaved and helpful on the days that she doesn't go. B has a great nap schedule and although she loves my attention, will sit and play for short periods at a time letting me do a few things here and there. The husband has been working a ton and although I know that it will only get worse with this upcoming deployment, we try to enjoy our time together as much as possible. He has been so amazing with the kids lately, too. This week he is out of town training, and as much as it sucks, it is practice for what life will be like for us, yet again, sooner than I would like to think about. I can honestly say that when I got married I never imagined I would be be raising three children alone most of the time, while taking care of a house, two dogs, and also worrying about my husbands safety and life while he is over 8000 miles away. It's not the life I wanted or chose, but more like the hand we were dealt with all that has led up to this point. It is the life we know; the life my kids know. And it never gets easier. I love my husband. And sometimes I even love the Army. But our normal isn't exactly "normal".  We can go months without seeing each other, weeks without talking, and yet we still love each other and our family together. We live day to day, going with the flow and making the best out of whatever the Army throws at us. And as the kids get older and become even more aware of what this life means, the harder it gets. Watching my kids cry because daddy isn't coming home that night, or hearing them tell their friends how much they miss him. It's a struggle. But it's our norm.

I feel like a rarity

Last week we went to a meeting at D's school. First we all met in the gym so the directors could tell us what the goal for the students is this year and what they expect from the parents. The we all went to our respective grade level rooms for a small presentation from the teachers. As I'm listening to one of the teachers tell the parents what they can do to help their children at home, I almost wonder what I am even doing there. Everything they suggested are things that I have been doing with my kids for years. Do people just not think to do these things?? Or do parents just not care?? Read to you children everyday. Check. Explain as you do them. Check. Use a broad vocabulary. Check. Incorporate learning into everyday tasks. Check. I mean it's not that hard. I'm still in shock that they had to be told to do these things.

Mover and Shaker

Well, maybe just mover right now. B has been rolling over for over two month now, but she was kind of lazy about it, only doing it when she got mad. As of this weekend she is my little mover. I had her on her playmat this morning and she would roll onto her tummy, rotate herself a little, roll back onto her back and scoot up some and just kept doing it. I had to watch to make sure she didn't roll into any furniture. It's super cute, but I cannot believe she is so big already. Guess it's time to get down on my hands and knees and make sure there is nothing in the path. Before I know it she will be crawling and I will NEVER have a minute to sit down and relax. And so it begins...

Chunky monkey

It's no secret that my kids are chubby babies and B is no exception. Yesterday she had her 4 month check up, albeit over a week late. She had a perfect bill of health and weighed in at 16#1.6. She is currently 24.3 inches. She has grown so much since birth!

Usually during these check ups they ask you to answer a questionnaire full of tons of developmental questions based on age. I loathe this part. It takes me longer to answer all the questions that the entire appointment itself. Yesterday was worse. The doctor came in immediately after vitals, so I had no time to do the form. Thankfully I ended up not having to do it. Dr. K said that she was not concerned about B at all and not to worry about do it. It's such a great feeling to know that my kids are right where they should be developmentally and often beyond their age. Although, i'm sure that means trouble as they get older.

When I went to pick up D, I got compliments about him as well. Mrs. H told me that he is doing so good and that he is very smart. She mentioned that during the day, she and Mrs. F had been talking about something and D commented about it. They were both stunned and could not believe that he had said that. I'm so proud of him. He has adapted to going to school like a pro. The only problem I'm having with him right now is trying to teach him that just because he knows the information does not mean that he can tell E the answers on her homework. That is not something that I want her to think she can rely on as she gets older. My solution for now is just going to be to have them do homework at different times.

Speaking of E, I don't think I wrote about her first day. She went on Tuesday and seemed to have a great time. I like that she is going but it kind of makes Tuesdays crazy for me, with all the coming and going all day. But at least she will get used to going to school. She brought home several pages that she had done in class and 6 pages worth of homework. Enough for the entire week. She is doing well with all of them and doesn't need really any instruction to know what to do.

I'm most excited about the reading incentive that Mrs. M has for this program. Each week she sends home a book list, which is just a pages numbered from 1-20. She encourages parents to read and fill out the list. If you turn in a full list each week, you get a book to keep. E got two on her first day: one because it was her first day, and a second because she has a full list. I am going to make sure she has a full list every week!! It's a great way to encourage reading and get some new books. Also, the student who has read the most books (or rather whose parents have read the most books to them) at the end of the school year gets a big prize.

All in all, the kids are doing great both at home and at school. And that makes for one happy, but exhausted, mommy!
 

Just when things were going smoothly...

I don't know about you, but it seems like every time I think or say something the Universe makes me a liar. Just the way of the world I guess.

On my way home from dropping D this morning (who is still insisting to walk by himself to class) I think to myself that we seem to be getting the hang of things and establishing a pretty good routine. Or as good a routine as you can being that my husband's schedule is crazy. But the day went fine, I didn't get anything accomplished but that was fine. So, time to pick D up. The girls and I head out, find a good parking spot and walk over to room #3. Chatted it up a bit with another mom while waiting. But then I noticed that other kids were being released from class. Usually by this point D's teachers would have opened the door and invited us in to listen to the announcements. That hadn't happened. A faint memory of Mrs. F telling me that if they aren't in their room that they would be held in the room with all the car  riders until I got there. Off we went, toddlers and baby in tow, down the way to the "car rider room". After waiting what seemed like forever, the lady asked who I was there to pick up. I told her and was assured he was coming. Slowly but surely the amount of parents waiting there started to dwindle and yet I was still waiting. Finally, I was asked again, with shock that my child had not come yet, and D was summoned again. Finally, there he was. But what I saw next broke my heart. Tears, a red face, that weird thing you do with your mouth when you are trying desperately not to cry. Just as I had been waiting impatiently for D to come to me, he had been waiting for me to come to get him. And I wasn't there. Turns out sometime after me and my new found mother friend walked down the way to find our not-so-little-anymore boys, Mrs. F had opened her door. And to D's surprise I was not there waiting. I, of course, had no idea that it had been opened. But the second I saw his face I felt so guilty. I had to explain away the tears with reassurances that I would never leave or forget him and tell him what had happened, but I still felt so bad. In the grand scheme of things, it really isn't a huge deal, and it's probably better that it happened now, so he would know what to expect in the future, but it still sucks. I'm sure my mental declaration of how great things were going threw a wrench into my karma today, but at least that's all that came out of it.

In other news...E had orientation today. It was more for me, of course, but nonetheless it is taken care of and she is all set for her first day on Tuesday.

Oh and B is getting a second tooth. :)

Breastfeeding

I'm still trying to decide if I need to put a disclaimer or something on this post. It tends to be a touchy subject.

A few days ago, I was on a parenting forum and someone posted a link to an anti-breastfeeding blog. (And no, I will not be posting the link, because quite frankly, I do not want to spread the disgusting message that it spreads.) It peaked my interest so I went to read it. What I initial thought was a joke and kind of laughed off at first soon turned to utter frustration and, I'll admit, rage. It makes claims that breastfeeding is somehow incestuous and abusive, among other things. Now, this blog (and campaign) supposedly was created basically to piss people off and get media attention, which it did. But the sad part about it is that there are a lot of people that believe some of the claims it makes. I, of course, believe that it is a woman's choice whether she chooses to breastfeed her child or not, and I am very aware that some people, no matter how much they want to, just cannot. That is all irrelevant to this post. What I am annoyed about it that so many mothers especially the young mothers do not take the time or initiative to educate themselves and make an informed decision. It is so frustrating to see the lack of support for the woman that choose to. I, myself, have gotten many stares, and rude looks while nursing, but I guess I am too stubborn to let it bother me. I'm not even sure why I chose this path. I do not remember seeing anyone nurse their child while I was growing up, nor do I remember ever being told about it. I just knew that I wanted to do whatever it was that was best for my child and "breast is best" even the formula companies agree with that. I am also very surprised that my parents generation tends to be so pro-formula. I just do not understand how something that my body makes specifically to cater to the needs to the infant that it grew, could some how be inferior to a man-made substance that has to be fortified with vitamins and that although there are many varieties, many babies cannot tolerate most of them.  I have heard from many girls that wanted to breastfeed their child but didn't because they had no support from anyone; not her parents, grandparents, or spouse. I just hope that generations to come will see the value in it, and at least make informed decisions. My children will be very informed on it and my hope it that they girls will both grow up to breastfeed and that D will encourage his future wife to do so. They will know that formula is an option if necessary, but they will know the benefits of breastfeeding both for the mom and the baby. OK rant over! :)

Can't you just stay little a little while longer...

I thought I was only going to be sad about only one kid today, but nope. They all decided to bombard me! First, little Ms. B is 4 months old today!! It has gone by so fast. And I am amazed at how much she has changed. She can sit up for several seconds without falling over. She smiles and laughs and rolls over. She is starting to make a lot of different sounds. (I woke up at 5:30 this morning, to her talking to herself. She would squeal and then make a few other sounds, like in the serenity of the early morning she could hear herself and distinguish what action made each sound. The fundamentals of language at it very core. I finally picked her up to nurse her after about 10 minutes of this.) When she gets upset I even hear the first "ma" sounds coming out. Which is great for me, because I know it won't be much longer until she will use that sound to recognize me. But, oh, it has come so soon. She LOVES her exersaucer. It's the one thing that she doesn't mind being in for a little while. Probably because she gets to practice standing and she isn't laying down. I think she is also ready for solids. She gets upset, when she sees me eating and watches every bite I take. Talk about guilt-trip. So I have given her some brown rice cereal and pears, also, but decided that I really do want her to hold out a bit longer, so that was just a sampling. I will just have to make sure to never eat unless she has just nursed. Her little tooth is still coming in. Although, I think she just realized it yesterday. Several times I caught her licking it, like some foreign object that she just couldn't figure out. I would've guess she would have realize it was there after biting herself several times, but I guess not. I know that it will feel like tomorrow when she starts crawling, and talking, and walking. Just have to make the most of out every minute.

Not only does B want to grow up fast, but D thinks he is already grown. Today is only day 3 of school, but he did not want to me walk him to his classroom. He insisted that he "knows where it is" and that if I really wanted to then I could walk him in tomorrow. So we pull up to the drop off spot and I pulled up a little bit too far. I wanted to be able to watch him actually walk into the classroom. The supervisor lady walks over and opens the door for him, which meant that I didn't even need to get out of the car. I wanted her to understand that I just needed to see him go into the classroom, and told her that it was his first day going alone. She reassured me with a wink and a "I'll make sure he gets there" and helped him down. I was so frantic inside. I wanted to walk around a give a huge hug and watch him walk down the stretch that leads to room 3, but I couldn't. So, I called out to him that I would miss him and wished him a "good day" and sulked as I drove off. Honestly, the entire drive home, the whole 2 minutes that it takes, I wanted to turn around. I wanted to go and just peek into him classroom to make sure he made it in safely, but I knew I couldn't. I have to trust that he is big enough to do it on his own. Even now, after an hour, I am anticipating the end of the school day, so I can go and pick him up and make sure that he made it there OK and that he had a good day. I know the teachers and staff there are as protective as I and won't let him end up in the wrong place, but I am mommy! And he is my first baby. And growing up so fast. At least I have solace in the fact that he decided against wanting to ride the bus home. That will have to be a hurdle for me to get over next year. Only one thing at a time.

Little Ms. Sassy herself, E, starts school next week this time. Only one day a week. But on those mornings, it will be just me and the bug! It will be so strange. Although, I am excited about it, I'm sure I will have to adjust to that too.

On top my own children growing up, I have to deal with my siblings growing up too, since I'm the oldest. My baby sister had her own baby today. So unreal. I am still having a hard time wrapping my mind around that one. And my brother will be 16 in a couple weeks!! I still remember that little redheaded four-year-old who was my "buddy", who did everything with me. We were partners in crime and he will be an adult in a few short years. Ahhh.

OK, that's enough. I don't think I can take anymore of this growing up stuff today!! I'm at my limit. :)

If it's not one thing, it's another

Isn't always true that no matter what you have planned for the day, the divine beings at work above, have other plans?! I think it's especially true for those of us like me. The PLANNERS. I plan things and they never work out the way I plan. You would think I would have learned, especially after 5 years in the Army life, but no! I'm stubborn. So, yesterday was so hectic with school, grocery shopping, etc. that I didn't get some things done around the house that I wanted to do so that it would be sparkly clean for our anniversary (which is today BTW. Happy 6 years!! ) so I had "planned" to do it today while R was at work, especially since I didn't have to worry about taking D to school today. Well, I should've known that things weren't going to go my way last night. R came home super late, which meant he had to go in late today. Already starting things off wrong. Then he points out that E's ankle is red and swollen. Great! I know exactly what that means. Infection!! That also means a trip to the doctor for antibiotics. So, I called and made an appointment and we got ready and left. Sure enough it's an infections and yes she has to be on antibiotics for 7 days. So here it is almost noon, I have done nothing around the house and I have to make lunch!! Guess I need to confine the kids to their rooms and pray B sleeps long enough to power clean the kitchen!! Days like this I wish I had either an extra set of arms, or a pause button, so the kids couldn't mess up one room while I clean another. Really starting to think I may just need to for-go sleep completely! I don't need sleep right?!?! Oh well, off to be domestic! Wish me luck!

Pre-k! YAY!

Yesterday was D's first day of pre-school. And surprising as it may be to most, I did not cry!! :) We strolled in, all 5 of us, and said good morning, filled out even more paperwork, and then went on our merry way. All the while D is so interested in talking to the teacher that he was not even interested in giving hugs! He did, however, and then went right back to doing as before. When, I got there to pick him up I was actually about 5 minutes early and had planned to wait outside the room, but was told that I could go ahead and go in. We waited patiently while Mrs. F and Mrs. H told the kids how proud they were of them on their first day and told them that they would not be coming today, but would return again on Friday as an entire class. (They did split entry, meaning half of the class got to go the first day, the other half the second day and then everyone would go together after that.) Both the teacher and TA told me that he had done really well and they were proud of him. And we headed out. Well, of course the barrage of questions from me started. I wanted to know every detail. But what do four-year-old kids care about?!! Apparently, lunch. That's all he wanted to tell me about. How they went to the cafeteria twice and what they ate, and snack time. Really, kid?! I did finally get a little bit more out of him. He told me they had play outside on the playground. "Duh, by the buses mom!" And apparently he is going to be like I was in school...a chatterbox. Apparently at one point Mrs. F told him that if she had to tell him to be quiet "one more time" he would be in trouble. Oh geez. Initially it struck me the wrong way. Imagining some woman talking to MY child that was just did not sit well with me. But as I thought about it I realized that 1) It may not have sounded the way that D relayed it back to me and 2) that he had to learn to do what he was told at school, even if that meant *sniff* sitting out a few times. I hate this already. This whole my kids growing up thing. It sucks!! What I wouldn't give for time to slow down and just let me enjoy them as babies a little longer. All in all it was a good first day!!

Heartbroken

E and I were just sitting in the kitchen sharing some popcorn when she looked at me and said "Mom, when dad was gone my heart was broke." I was speechless. She explain that it was when he was at work and in Iraq too. It's no surprise to me. He has been working so much lately and there were months that we would only see him on the weekends. Just goes to show how hard this life is on kids. I better not tell R or he will definitely plan to get out in June! Poor Military kids!! :(

Good thing God gave me two arms

Because I could not survive with just one! Since B has been teething she has been so clingy. That was especially true today. Ever had to hold a 15-or-so pound baby with one arm and sweep, vacuum, and mop the house with the other?! Yeah, well at least I'm getting a workout for my arms. :) Do you think she is a bit spoiled?! Yeah, that may be true. But how can I turn down that sad little face with her one tooth poking through. I can't! Hehe. She is so pitiful sometimes when she wants me to pick her up. She arches her back and tries to grab me. I just can't resist. It's so adorable. I love that little girl so much!! (And the other two munchkins too, of course!)

Attack of jaws?!

Well, not yet thank God, but I know it's inevitable. Today, I saw the first little white line of a tooth poking through B's gums. And although I think she is going to be absolutely adorable with two little teeth, I also know that means some chomping on the girls. Nursing + teeth = sore boobs!

Can't believe my littlest girl is growing so fast. Guess I need to get an amber necklace! :)

It's real.

This morning I got a call from D's pre-k teacher asking me to come in and fill papers and also giving me details about the starting of school. I went, of course, and it was really great. Both the teacher and the TA were so nice and answered all the questions that I had, which if you know me means I ask a lot of questions. :)  It made me so excited for him to start school. At the same time I am sad. My little man is getting so big. It's so hard to believe sometimes. Seems like yesterday that I was bringing forms home for my parents to fill out and now that's me! So crazy. I am so proud of my oldest baby, and I know he will make me so proud this year. Only one more week and he will be in school everyday!

Dictionary of D

And maybe E too.

The kids say some of the funniest stuff sometimes. I just have to share. Two of my recent faves come from D. My kids have a deep love for chocolate (that they do NOT get from me) and ask me on a daily basis for it. I occasionally will give them one or two kisses to appease them. But apparently the other day D decided that he wanted part of a chocolate bar and not the "chocolate mountains" that I had offered him. I couldn't help but laugh. Guess they do look like little mountains. If only I saw things with the innocence of a child.

A few days after that, during his hospital stay, he decided that he didn't want the sound on the TV. He, of course, thinks he is a pro since he has mastered the volume, pause, and play buttons on our DVR. When he decided that he wanted to hear the sound again he asked his daddy, who we will affectionately call R, to "unmutecate" the TV.

Ahh. That kid makes me laugh so much.

As I sit here pondering...

There are so many things going on right now that I feel as though I can't quite get a grip on things. D was in the hospital this past weekend. Man, was that scary. It's really hard seeing your child in so much pain and having no idea what to do to help. Not to mention both doctors that we saw were a$$holes. I hate that doctors think they are so righteous when in reality most of the time they are just guessing. But he is home now, and definitely back to his normal self. Tell-tell signs?? Arguing and fighting with E, refusing to cleaning his messy room, wrestling with Kaiser, who I am sure it close to 70 pounds by now, jumping on and off of the furniture. Yep. I'd say he is definitely back to normal. But every since then, I just can't seem to get things together. No matter how hard I try to get the house back in order, I just can't get caught up. If I could only function on no sleep!! I clean one room, while the kids are busy messing up another room. It's a vicious cycle. Not to mention that D starts Pre-k next week (eeekkkk) so I still have tons to do before then. You know what I really need is a universal remote. You know, like the one in that Adam Sandler movie?! Although, I would only use it to pause the kids for a bit. Ha. That would be interesting. Oh well, tomorrow is another day to try again.