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Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
The Video Game Nazi
First, let me give you a bit of reasoning behind the title of my blog today...
Have you ever seen Sienfeld? (HAHA! OK, sorry, who HASN'T seen Sienfeld!!) Well, on the 116th episode, in 1995, "The Soup Nazi" was the title of the show and is also the nickname of the titular character played by Larry Thomas. The term "Nazi" is used as an exaggeration of the excessively strict regimentation he constantly demands of his patrons.
So, based on that, I have decided to nickname myself "The Video Game Nazi" for the week because I, at 2:30am, officially grounded my 11 year old from ALL video games for 1 week. Yes, it is the MIDDLE of the summer. I don't care. When I say, at 12:30am, "No, you may NOT play video games in the middle of the night and you better not let me find that you are, and I GUARANTEE that I WILL be checking, because you will lose your video game privileges for ONE WHOLE WEEK," then I expect that there will be no video game playing in the middle of the night unless you want to be grounded from video games. Period.
No XBOX? No.
No Wii? No.
No Nintendo DS? No.
No Computer Games? No.
Boredom? Oh no!
Why not? Because for the disrespectful way that you hurled mean and hurtful comments at me after YOU were CAUGHT doing what you KNEW you shouldn't be doing, I have decided to keep you very busy this week!
What does that mean? Oh its simple really. You are "Working for Free" this week. That means...yup, extra chores...without pay!!
How does that fit the crime? I figure that if you cannot be nice to me, or at the very least keep your hatred for me to yourself, then I will assign things for you to do that are nice and helpful in order to help you practice what being nice and helpful is.
So, today is DAY ONE. Today's agenda from "The Video Game Nazi" is as follows:
Strip Guest Room bed - Wash sheets - Remake bed
Clean BOTH litterpans
Clean playroom and TV room - PLUS Vacuum
Clean your room - PLUS Vacuum
Fold Towels in dryer
Do your laundry - Start to Finish
Empty Dishwasher - Reload with dirty dishes
Take garbage out
Rake the dirt back into the holes that the dog dug in the back yard
Do whatever else "The Video Game Nazi" requires throughout the day
(Oh, and just in case there is time to spare, pick a nice long book out, because while you are NOT working, you will be sitting under the watchful eye of "The Video Game Nazi" while you read your book.)
Have you ever seen Sienfeld? (HAHA! OK, sorry, who HASN'T seen Sienfeld!!) Well, on the 116th episode, in 1995, "The Soup Nazi" was the title of the show and is also the nickname of the titular character played by Larry Thomas. The term "Nazi" is used as an exaggeration of the excessively strict regimentation he constantly demands of his patrons.
So, based on that, I have decided to nickname myself "The Video Game Nazi" for the week because I, at 2:30am, officially grounded my 11 year old from ALL video games for 1 week. Yes, it is the MIDDLE of the summer. I don't care. When I say, at 12:30am, "No, you may NOT play video games in the middle of the night and you better not let me find that you are, and I GUARANTEE that I WILL be checking, because you will lose your video game privileges for ONE WHOLE WEEK," then I expect that there will be no video game playing in the middle of the night unless you want to be grounded from video games. Period.
No XBOX? No.
No Wii? No.
No Nintendo DS? No.
No Computer Games? No.
Boredom? Oh no!
Why not? Because for the disrespectful way that you hurled mean and hurtful comments at me after YOU were CAUGHT doing what you KNEW you shouldn't be doing, I have decided to keep you very busy this week!
What does that mean? Oh its simple really. You are "Working for Free" this week. That means...yup, extra chores...without pay!!
How does that fit the crime? I figure that if you cannot be nice to me, or at the very least keep your hatred for me to yourself, then I will assign things for you to do that are nice and helpful in order to help you practice what being nice and helpful is.
So, today is DAY ONE. Today's agenda from "The Video Game Nazi" is as follows:
Strip Guest Room bed - Wash sheets - Remake bed
Clean BOTH litterpans
Clean playroom and TV room - PLUS Vacuum
Clean your room - PLUS Vacuum
Fold Towels in dryer
Do your laundry - Start to Finish
Empty Dishwasher - Reload with dirty dishes
Take garbage out
Rake the dirt back into the holes that the dog dug in the back yard
Do whatever else "The Video Game Nazi" requires throughout the day
(Oh, and just in case there is time to spare, pick a nice long book out, because while you are NOT working, you will be sitting under the watchful eye of "The Video Game Nazi" while you read your book.)
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The Queen of Pee
So, typically on Wednesday, I am inclined to do a "Wordless Wednesday" type of a post. But, today is different. I am in a "don't look at me sideways or I'll slap your bitch ass" mood and my kids know it. I think the dog even knows it. (And NO it wasn't because I accidentally elbowed her in the jaw...I swear, that was an accident...but quite possibly the only thing that has made a smile spread across my face so far today.)
It started out like a normal day, with Flyboy getting up at the crack of dawn to head into work. I listen to the shower turn on and Gidget's snoring softly next to me. Then as soon as the water shuts off, the dog insists that she MUST go out and Flyboy promptly sighs in aggravation and takes her out (if he is lucky, he doesn't have to go out in his boxers). On the way back inside, the cat is perfectly perched at the top of the stairs so that she can torment "wussy dog" who she knows is deathly afraid of her. The dog barks, the cat hisses, Flyboy yells. Seriously?!? I held my breath, wondering if Gidget or Cricket would wake at the noise and thus put an end to my sleep. Gidget shifted and went back to snoring. Whew! Get outta here Flyboy!! LOL
A little while later, I was woke up by Gidget asking for her morning sippy cup of OJ. No sooner than I came out of the bedroom and filled the cup, Cricket was up too. Both were BEGGING me for waffles. Really?! Can't it be something easier...like cereal or fruit or yogurt or ANYTHING BUT WAFFLES?!?! No. OK, so I'm making waffles, I guess. (Don't get me wrong, they ARE only the premade, frozen Eggo Waffles that I had to stick in the toaster, but it was still more than I wanted to do this morning.) While buttering and syruping the first two for Cricket, I noticed the dog standing by me. "Yes, I know you want breakfast too, but you will just have to wait as I only have 2 arms and haven't come up with a cloning system yet for a second me." Obviously, that was the wrong answer because the second I looked back down, the dog was gone...and in her place was a BIG yellow puddle. Gross. Well, I throw a "doggy towel" over the top of it and continue the waffles because at this time both girls were screeching from the table that they were "S-T-A-R-V-I-N-G!" OK, waffles made. Off to clean up dog pee.
Little did I know that this would only be the START of my "Queen of Pee" day!! Gidget, who is only 2, and is potty training backwards (which I say because she will pee but not poop on the potty) decides she needs to go. She runs to her "Froggy Potty" in her bedroom, takes off her "Pull-Up" (no, mom, its NOT a diaper!) and pees. YAY! Then as she is bringing me the potty full of pee ("see mommy! see!") it inevitably sloshes out of the container and onto the floor. Sweet! Another fun filled pee mess to clean up! But, being a good mommy, I force a smile over my gritted teeth and tell her she is awesome!!
The messes are cleaned and I decided to sit down with my coffee, which was COLD and had to be dumped and remade because microwaved coffee is awful. By the time another cup of coffee was made and I sat down to the computer, I looked over to see the dog staring at me. Shit. "Oh yeah, YOUR breakfast." I get back up and go over to take care of her. She sits beautifully and obediently until I tell her "OK" and she runs to her bowls. Ah, back to the computer and my coffee.
Seriously, not even 15 minutes later the dog needs to go out again. So, I take her out and cheer her on because at least she made it outside this time. As I am bringing her back inside, we get to the top of the stairs and there stands a naked Gidget with a potty bowl full of pee again. YAY! "See mommy! See!" Of course the dog wants in on the action and wants to "see" too...which is how the second bowl of pee got dumped on the floor. Sigh. I praise Gidget on a job well done and tell her to go get some pants on, tether the dog to the banister so she isn't walking through the newest wet mess, and clean up the mess...again.
A few minutes later, I am back to my chair at the computer with more cold coffee, which I have given up on at this point because not even coffee can improve my mood now. I decide that at only 10AM, I need to blog to find some peace with this day and I have only been up for just over 2 hours. I am going to end this here because I know that you are as miserably disgusted with my morning as I am and you are dying to escape too. But, let me leave you with this side note, while I sat here, typing this blog, I have dumped two more bowls of pee and taken the dog out once more...but, on the bright side, my floors are dry...for now.
I do have to add one more teeny, tiny thing to today's "Queen of Pee" post because it really just tops it off:
I just had to shower my 5 year old, Cricket, because as she was headed downstairs to play, she hit the landing and slid in....you guessed it....DOG PEE and was covered from the back of her hair to the bottom of her pants. Poor baby!
It started out like a normal day, with Flyboy getting up at the crack of dawn to head into work. I listen to the shower turn on and Gidget's snoring softly next to me. Then as soon as the water shuts off, the dog insists that she MUST go out and Flyboy promptly sighs in aggravation and takes her out (if he is lucky, he doesn't have to go out in his boxers). On the way back inside, the cat is perfectly perched at the top of the stairs so that she can torment "wussy dog" who she knows is deathly afraid of her. The dog barks, the cat hisses, Flyboy yells. Seriously?!? I held my breath, wondering if Gidget or Cricket would wake at the noise and thus put an end to my sleep. Gidget shifted and went back to snoring. Whew! Get outta here Flyboy!! LOL
A little while later, I was woke up by Gidget asking for her morning sippy cup of OJ. No sooner than I came out of the bedroom and filled the cup, Cricket was up too. Both were BEGGING me for waffles. Really?! Can't it be something easier...like cereal or fruit or yogurt or ANYTHING BUT WAFFLES?!?! No. OK, so I'm making waffles, I guess. (Don't get me wrong, they ARE only the premade, frozen Eggo Waffles that I had to stick in the toaster, but it was still more than I wanted to do this morning.) While buttering and syruping the first two for Cricket, I noticed the dog standing by me. "Yes, I know you want breakfast too, but you will just have to wait as I only have 2 arms and haven't come up with a cloning system yet for a second me." Obviously, that was the wrong answer because the second I looked back down, the dog was gone...and in her place was a BIG yellow puddle. Gross. Well, I throw a "doggy towel" over the top of it and continue the waffles because at this time both girls were screeching from the table that they were "S-T-A-R-V-I-N-G!" OK, waffles made. Off to clean up dog pee.
Little did I know that this would only be the START of my "Queen of Pee" day!! Gidget, who is only 2, and is potty training backwards (which I say because she will pee but not poop on the potty) decides she needs to go. She runs to her "Froggy Potty" in her bedroom, takes off her "Pull-Up" (no, mom, its NOT a diaper!) and pees. YAY! Then as she is bringing me the potty full of pee ("see mommy! see!") it inevitably sloshes out of the container and onto the floor. Sweet! Another fun filled pee mess to clean up! But, being a good mommy, I force a smile over my gritted teeth and tell her she is awesome!!
The messes are cleaned and I decided to sit down with my coffee, which was COLD and had to be dumped and remade because microwaved coffee is awful. By the time another cup of coffee was made and I sat down to the computer, I looked over to see the dog staring at me. Shit. "Oh yeah, YOUR breakfast." I get back up and go over to take care of her. She sits beautifully and obediently until I tell her "OK" and she runs to her bowls. Ah, back to the computer and my coffee.
Seriously, not even 15 minutes later the dog needs to go out again. So, I take her out and cheer her on because at least she made it outside this time. As I am bringing her back inside, we get to the top of the stairs and there stands a naked Gidget with a potty bowl full of pee again. YAY! "See mommy! See!" Of course the dog wants in on the action and wants to "see" too...which is how the second bowl of pee got dumped on the floor. Sigh. I praise Gidget on a job well done and tell her to go get some pants on, tether the dog to the banister so she isn't walking through the newest wet mess, and clean up the mess...again.
A few minutes later, I am back to my chair at the computer with more cold coffee, which I have given up on at this point because not even coffee can improve my mood now. I decide that at only 10AM, I need to blog to find some peace with this day and I have only been up for just over 2 hours. I am going to end this here because I know that you are as miserably disgusted with my morning as I am and you are dying to escape too. But, let me leave you with this side note, while I sat here, typing this blog, I have dumped two more bowls of pee and taken the dog out once more...but, on the bright side, my floors are dry...for now.
I do have to add one more teeny, tiny thing to today's "Queen of Pee" post because it really just tops it off:
I just had to shower my 5 year old, Cricket, because as she was headed downstairs to play, she hit the landing and slid in....you guessed it....DOG PEE and was covered from the back of her hair to the bottom of her pants. Poor baby!
I am the QUEEN OF PEE today!!
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Meet Alana
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Dad's Life
This one is for all the Dads out there! It may not be Father's Day, but we just want you to know that you are never unappreciated or unnoticed!! Enjoy!
**Thanks to Karen at Mommy Needs blog for sharing! I love it!**
**Thanks to Karen at Mommy Needs blog for sharing! I love it!**
Saturday, June 26, 2010
When Mom is overwhelmed, Dad brings down the hammer!!
First, a little background.
Bug is my 11 year old son who has been diagnosed with ADHD, an array of anxiety issues, and depression by "The all knowing whom we call "doctors, therapists, and psychologists"; and also a few diagnoses from "The all knowing whom is called MOM" such as "diarrhea of the mouth," smart ass syndrome, and "its my way or the highway-itis."
School is out for summer. Yay. Can you hear the excitement in my voice? It has officially been 1 week since he has been irritating me (i mean...home...whoops). "Mom, I'm bored ~ Mom, I'm hungry ~ Mom, will you play Scrabble with me ~ Mom, can I play in the hose ~ Mom, why don't we have any better movies ~ Mom, can I have my own phone ~ Mom, why did God give me sisters ~ Mom ~ Mom ~ Mom ~ Mom ~ Mom.........................." Seriously, ZIP IT kid!! I love ya....but ZIP IT! (Yes, mother, I now understand why you despised the end of the school year and couldn't be happier when September rolled back around!)
So, to get to the point....(thanks if you are still reading ~ you must be as bored as my son)...
Yesterday, Bug decided to wake up in a pissed off at the world mood and took it out on yours truly. As several of you know, I recently had some minor surgery done and haven't been running at 100% just yet, so I had been asking Bug for some extra help with things around the house. (Bad Mom! Bad!) Well, he decided that as of yesterday, I was no longer in need of his help. In fact, he told me that I wasn't "disabled anymore" and that he felt that I could function on my own perfectly. This was news to me! Next he asked me if I was happy in this house. ???? "Yes, Bug, I am perfectly happy here! Why would you ask that?" "Well, because you used to be a happy, caring, loving, FUN Mom in our old house, but since we moved here you aren't anymore! You are a boring, mean, grumpy Mom now." Wow...can someone pick my heart up off the floor and revive it for me??
As Bug is like this from time to time, I can typically roll with the punches and let those comments slide off my back. But sometimes I am taken aback and just really hurt. This was one of those times.
I told him to eat his breakfast and I went about my daily routines. But, damn, I was upset. It makes me question myself and my abilities as a parent. Eventually, after multiple rude comments and snide remarks, I had had enough. I told him that he had lost the privilege of going swimming with a friend that evening. That got his attention. This devastated him and he started with the instant tears and ran to his room. Hey, I'm apparently already not a fun mom, so this shouldn't have come as any surprise, right?! For the rest of the afternoon, I dealt with the begging "PLEEEAASSSEEEE Mom! What can I do to make it up so I can still go swimming?!?!" crap. He would bring on the tears at times and even flop himself onto the furniture in dramatic ways. I held firm though. Which is actually not my strong suit...I typically cave pretty quickly. The evening came and Flyboy finally came home. Shew! He had a llllooooonnnnggggg talk with Bug about his behavior, his lack of respect, his "the world owes me" attitude. They came to a reasonable disciplinary action and Bug was told that he could not come out of his room until he was ready to apologize to me.
And THIS is the biggest thing for me...not ONCE in the whole process of begging me to let him go swimming with his friend did he apologize for what he said or how he acted. Not once. He did not shed one tear because he was upset that he hurt me. It was all because he wasn't getting what he wanted. And that is what makes the hurt that much deeper for me.
Oh, his discipline? You KNOW you are dying to hear what it was!!
#1. Apologize to mom and MEAN IT.
#2. No TV until he earns it back by showing respect for others.
#3. Since he apparently has NO CLUE what Mom does every single day to take care of the family and the house, he will be "walking in Mom's shoes" for the next 5 days. Every single morning there will be a list of chores that have to be done...chores that I would typically do...and he has to have them all done by bedtime.
Here is a sample of today's chores: empty dishwasher, clean deck (table & chairs included), clean litter pans, feed/water cats, water the plants (morning and evening), clean living room & playroom & his bedroom, vacuum entire downstairs areas, carry in the groceries from the car, take out all the trashes in the house and put fresh bags in them .
He was told that he could sleep until noon if that is what he wanted to do, but that all chores would be done by his bedtime or they would be added to the following day's list. This morning, his alarm went off at 8AM ~ he emerged from his room at about 8:45 and started working at 9AM. It is currently 3:30PM and he just finished his list for the day.
He sat down on the couch just a few minutes ago and I asked him how his day went. He said "I think I need a nap!" HAHAHAHAHA!
Bug is my 11 year old son who has been diagnosed with ADHD, an array of anxiety issues, and depression by "The all knowing whom we call "doctors, therapists, and psychologists"; and also a few diagnoses from "The all knowing whom is called MOM" such as "diarrhea of the mouth," smart ass syndrome, and "its my way or the highway-itis."
School is out for summer. Yay. Can you hear the excitement in my voice? It has officially been 1 week since he has been irritating me (i mean...home...whoops). "Mom, I'm bored ~ Mom, I'm hungry ~ Mom, will you play Scrabble with me ~ Mom, can I play in the hose ~ Mom, why don't we have any better movies ~ Mom, can I have my own phone ~ Mom, why did God give me sisters ~ Mom ~ Mom ~ Mom ~ Mom ~ Mom.........................." Seriously, ZIP IT kid!! I love ya....but ZIP IT! (Yes, mother, I now understand why you despised the end of the school year and couldn't be happier when September rolled back around!)
So, to get to the point....(thanks if you are still reading ~ you must be as bored as my son)...
Yesterday, Bug decided to wake up in a pissed off at the world mood and took it out on yours truly. As several of you know, I recently had some minor surgery done and haven't been running at 100% just yet, so I had been asking Bug for some extra help with things around the house. (Bad Mom! Bad!) Well, he decided that as of yesterday, I was no longer in need of his help. In fact, he told me that I wasn't "disabled anymore" and that he felt that I could function on my own perfectly. This was news to me! Next he asked me if I was happy in this house. ???? "Yes, Bug, I am perfectly happy here! Why would you ask that?" "Well, because you used to be a happy, caring, loving, FUN Mom in our old house, but since we moved here you aren't anymore! You are a boring, mean, grumpy Mom now." Wow...can someone pick my heart up off the floor and revive it for me??
As Bug is like this from time to time, I can typically roll with the punches and let those comments slide off my back. But sometimes I am taken aback and just really hurt. This was one of those times.
I told him to eat his breakfast and I went about my daily routines. But, damn, I was upset. It makes me question myself and my abilities as a parent. Eventually, after multiple rude comments and snide remarks, I had had enough. I told him that he had lost the privilege of going swimming with a friend that evening. That got his attention. This devastated him and he started with the instant tears and ran to his room. Hey, I'm apparently already not a fun mom, so this shouldn't have come as any surprise, right?! For the rest of the afternoon, I dealt with the begging "PLEEEAASSSEEEE Mom! What can I do to make it up so I can still go swimming?!?!" crap. He would bring on the tears at times and even flop himself onto the furniture in dramatic ways. I held firm though. Which is actually not my strong suit...I typically cave pretty quickly. The evening came and Flyboy finally came home. Shew! He had a llllooooonnnnggggg talk with Bug about his behavior, his lack of respect, his "the world owes me" attitude. They came to a reasonable disciplinary action and Bug was told that he could not come out of his room until he was ready to apologize to me.
And THIS is the biggest thing for me...not ONCE in the whole process of begging me to let him go swimming with his friend did he apologize for what he said or how he acted. Not once. He did not shed one tear because he was upset that he hurt me. It was all because he wasn't getting what he wanted. And that is what makes the hurt that much deeper for me.
Oh, his discipline? You KNOW you are dying to hear what it was!!
#1. Apologize to mom and MEAN IT.
#2. No TV until he earns it back by showing respect for others.
#3. Since he apparently has NO CLUE what Mom does every single day to take care of the family and the house, he will be "walking in Mom's shoes" for the next 5 days. Every single morning there will be a list of chores that have to be done...chores that I would typically do...and he has to have them all done by bedtime.
Here is a sample of today's chores: empty dishwasher, clean deck (table & chairs included), clean litter pans, feed/water cats, water the plants (morning and evening), clean living room & playroom & his bedroom, vacuum entire downstairs areas, carry in the groceries from the car, take out all the trashes in the house and put fresh bags in them .
He was told that he could sleep until noon if that is what he wanted to do, but that all chores would be done by his bedtime or they would be added to the following day's list. This morning, his alarm went off at 8AM ~ he emerged from his room at about 8:45 and started working at 9AM. It is currently 3:30PM and he just finished his list for the day.
He sat down on the couch just a few minutes ago and I asked him how his day went. He said "I think I need a nap!" HAHAHAHAHA!
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