NOT ME Monday!

"Not Me" Mondays are brought to you by : MckMama

This is NOT my first "Not Me" Monday, in case you are wondering....

So, this weekend, I have to admit that I did NOT go into New York City and I did NOT see "Wicked" on Broadway!  I did NOT have a ton of fun and I do NOT wish I could hang out in NYC every weekend now!  And I certainly am NOT having secret thoughts of seeing "Wicked" again!!

I am NOT currently enjoying my first glass of wine for the evening...and it is NOT only 4:10pm!

I have NOT completely left my children to their own devices today and did NOT choose to ignore the whining and complaints of boredom while I played with my camera and posted FLICKR photos!

I do NOT think that Bug was faking at school today when the nurse called and said he needed to come home sick.

I am NOT planning a super simple meal for the kids tonight while FlyBoy and I get to have Caprese and wine!

Oh, and for those that may be wondering...

Putting my kids to bed early is NOT my favorite discipline threat of all time!!  Because I definitely DO NOT benefit from the extra peace and quiet in the house at the end of the day!!

P.S.  Coming home sick from school does NOT constitute going to bed early!  (Hee! Hee!)

Some NEVER grow up!

 

It is thought that blood stream can't go to both brain and penis in a man.
So we can assume that blood deprivation is the cause of man immaturity...

With a baby that is due in less than a month and a fiance that has already put up with more than I ever would, I can confidently say that my brother is a jackass and is acting like an unruly teenager when he flips his vehicle over because he was drinking and driving.  The ONLY good things that I can think of is that he wasn't killed and that his fiance and unborn child were not in the car with him.

To my brother:  GROW UP!!

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When coffee is just a dream in the distance...

Ah.  Its a typical Sunday morning...Flyboy had to go into work this morning (which isn't typical of Sundays, but is always a possibility) but made coffee for me & the kids got up early because we didn't have to.  I rolled out of bed at 7am after being pestered for 20 minutes by the girls, which inevitably woke up the dog triggering her to whine to be let outside to do her morning business as well.  So, I get out of bed and shuffle into the kitchen.  The smell of freshly brewed coffee is such a comforting smell in the early morning.  Mmmmmm.  My comfort is brought to a halt by "Mom!  Mom!  Can we have breakfast?"  Sigh.  Of course you can!!  Do I ever starve you??  LOL
Looking longingly over towards the coffee pot, I quickly offer fresh strawberries and milk which I knew would be a hit, hence foregoing the endless debate of what they should choose from the cupboards.  Sweet!  Two little girls happiliy eating breakfast!  Score 1 for mom!
Back to that coffee....mmmm!  I pull a cup from my cabinet (one of my girly cups that I know no one else ever uses) and set it on the counter.  Again....my coffee thoughts are brought to a halt..."BARK!"  Oh, yeah, puppy needs to pee.  Okay Okay ~ that is important, otherwise I will be cleaning up a puddle off the floor.  So, out the door and off the deck she goes.  Whew, made it!
I go over and add a scoop of sugar to my cup & pour the steaming black liquid in on top.  God, it smells good!  I can feel a smile coming to my lips as I think of my yummy, warm coffee that I will soon be tasting.  SSccrrreeeeccchhhh!
Ah, yes, the boys.  WHY ARE THE BOYS AWAKE AT THIS HOUR!?!  Normally, they will sleep until noon if I let them.  (I say BOYS because Bug had a friend sleepover last night.)  "MOM!  We can't sleep because of the noise you guys are making!  And, by the way, the cat puked all over the floor downstairs."  Sigh.  "Alright, since you are both up here, let me give you your morning medications and then you can have strawberries for breakfast too."  So, I walk across the kitchen to the med cabinet and hand out the appropriate meds to them.  "Can I have a drink too?"  Uh, yeah, because obviously your 11 year old arms are broken or mysteriously not working, let me get that for you.  "Yes, of course you can!"
"Mommy!  Can I watch the dinosaur movie in my room?" asks Cricket.  "And Mommy, can I watch Dora 'down steps' too" asks Gidget.  (Down steps = downstairs in 2 year old language)  Dang.  "Um, sure!  Let me get you both set up."  One more glance over my shoulder at the no longer steaming cup of half made coffee....I'll be back for you!!  Ok, movies are set up.  COFFEE!!  Two stairs before I reach the kitchen, "Mommy!  I poopy!"  You have GOT to be kidding!!  Quickly, I grab a fresh diaper and wipes, do a lightening fast diaper change.
FINALLY, I make it back to the kitchen and that cup of coffee!!  Damn it!  It's cold.  Well, we all know that microwaved coffee is not nearly as good as a fresh cup...and dang it THAT'S what I want!!  So, the first cup is dumped down the drain.  Sniffle.  Again, I add a scoop of sugar to my girly cup.  I pour another cup of steaming coffee in on top of the sugar.  Mmmmmm!  I am smiling as I pull the half & half out of the fridge.  I mix in the perfect amount and put it back in the fridge.  Grabbing my cup, I quickly pull it to my lips and close my eyes as that first sip is always the BEST!!  This is heaven!!  Sscccrrrreeeeccchhhhhh!  "Mom!  I told you there is cat puke down here!  Can you please come clean it up before we step in it!?!?"  Fuck.  (yes, seriously)  "Alright, I'm coming."  Since, again, I realize that your arms don't work and you have no way to pick up the mess on your own.  I get downstairs to find not one, but 4 places that the cat has vomitted all over.  So gross...why do we have these disgusting creatures anyway?  What ever made me a "cat person"?? 
Fifteen minutes later, I am back in the kitchen with that luke warm cup of coffee that I have had one sip from.  It is now 2 1/2 hours since I rolled out of bed.  I have made 2 cups of coffee and had a total of 1 sip.  My cup is again, barely drinking temperature and the kids are calling.  I give up.  I gulp down the cup I have in my hands and call it good.  Maybe tomorrow I will have coffee.

We had a meeting yesterday with Bug's "Child Study Team" in order to determine his placement needs for school next year.  These meetings include his current teacher, his case manager/psychologist, another "sit in" teacher, and parents.  Basically, we discussed how Bug has progressed through the year and what we all felt comfortable with doing for next year.  

Bug's grades have been Outstanding!  We couldn't ask for more!  Mostly straight A's with an occasional B here or there.  But, what we have to keep in mind is that Bug is succeeding in a discipline focused class where he has tons of individual attention to help him figure things out and to help him stay on task as he progresses thru the day.

On the discipline side, Bug is doing OK.  He has fewer outbursts in class and tends to have less anxiety related issues as well.  He still has his share of dirty looks, muttering under his breath, and snide comments though.    He doesn't have a lot of confidence in himself with some subjects and would rather give up than to push through it.  

So, at the end of the meeting, we decided that next year (6th grade) Bug will be in 2 "main stream" classes (Social Studies & Science), will have the rest of his subjects in the "resource room" which has less students and a couple of teachers for more personal attention, and will continue to stay in the "discipline focused" class that he is in now for "homeroom."  This was he is branching out a little, but IF he is having a really tough day, he can talk to his homeroom teacher and spend the day in there if need be.  

I am comfortable with this decision.  I think that Bug could really benefit from moving a step closer to being in a "typical" school setting.  But, on the flip side, I am nervous for him.  He is my baby and I don't want to push him too hard and then watch him fail.  He is doing so well right now and has built up his self confidence in his ability to make it through a school day.  I am praying that this move next year doesn't result in a step or two backwards.  But, we won't know if we don't try......

A Tale of Mommy Diapers

I hate PMS.  Seriously despise it.  I see it as completely unfair that we women have to deal with the discomforts, moodiness, and absolutely "disgustingness" of it every month...for the majority of our lives.  (Though it does give me the "right" to be a total bitch for a few days of the month!)

As a mom of young children, I am rarely granted privacy -- even in the bathroom.  I'm not shy anymore.  Shoot, I don't even bother to close the door most of the time anymore.  I would much rather have a conversation with my girls while I use the bathroom than listen to them scream at the door while I try to relieve myself.  It's a compromise. 

Well, during that lovely, monthly visitor, I find myself having to explain what the "white thing" I am placing in my panties is.  OK.  That is when I came up with "Mommy Diapers."

"Mommy Diapers" is a term that I have come up for those wonderful Maxi Pads that those of us are required to wear since Tampons are no longer an option after childbirth (at least not for me).  Blah.

My girls are well aware that mommy has to wear "mommy diapers" from time to time and even want to be helpful and bring them to me at odd times...like as I sit here blogging...wondering if I need one.  LMAO - No, please go put it back.
I can deal.  But what never fails to get me is the very loud "Mommy, do you need a 'Mommy Diaper'?" when we are in a public restroom.  Mortifying.  I love it when we come out of the stall to see a line of ladies (who are waiting their turn for the stall) looking at me and smiling.  The only thing that I can think of is how red my cheeks must be and how envious I am that THEY are standing there WITHOUT children in tow to embarrass them.

Man.  I wish I had of come up with a better term for Maxi Pads.  (Thankfully I didn't come up with iPad though!)