Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Week from Hell..

First of all let me say I am sorry to my son Rylan - 'sorry, for your week of hell!'.



This past weekend we had a family wedding to attend, it was a nice party. Lance and I got dressed up, ate, had a few (too many) adult beverages. We did bring our kids to the wedding and an hour of the reception, then they were carted off to the baby-sitters. So the week from hell started on Sunday. We call this the 'recovery' day. I was mindful of Sunday while i enjoyed the wine at the wedding, Lance on the other hand threw caution to the wind and Jose became his best friend.

So at 6am, when Pyper got up, I struggled to get out of bed and search for the coffee and aspirins. Then 15 min later Rylan followed. Lance as usual was no where to be found - that is not true, he was sprawled out in the guest bed, with drool traveling out of his mouth.

So being the good wife that I am, I scooped up the kids and went to grandma's (next door) for coffee and donuts.

The game plan was go to the wedding on Sat, reception Sat night, then leave EARLY on Sunday to head back home. Rylan and Lance had tickets to see the Cardinals play. Lance did not even get out of bed until 9am, and he only got out then, because I let the kids crawl all over him. (EVIL - but funny).

At 10 am I look at Lance - as if to say, 'when are we leaving'. Mind you we live two hours away, we are staying at his brothers for the weekend. Lance deflects my glare.

10 minutes later I am once again looking at him.

He responds 'soon, gawd!'.

An hour later we are down at grandma's getting ready to watch the newlyweds open presents - what? How did we end up here??? Is it polite to leave in the middle of such a party? I say 'yes' Lance on the other hand does not think so.

I inform Lance, 'I, don't pay you to think'.

Anyway, Lance decides to speak with Rylan and some how they return and we are not going to the game. You know, the game which we ALREADY have tickets!! ugh.

So we stay ALL day in the country, we return home at 6pm. I drove. Only to discover we need to go to the store. I am dead, I cannot make it to the store. So we suffer thru the night on PB&J's.

Then before we know it, Monday arrives. Ugh, I dread Monday's. I drag my butt out of bed and begin to take inventory of the morning, then the day then the week.

Morning - pack lunches, backpack for Rylan, milk for Pyper (crap I forgot the milk!). t

the day - Rylan goes to day camp, me to work, Pyper babysitter. Then VBS! Oh, I forgot we had VBS this week 6:30 to 8:30. Crap, crap, crap. ......

Forget the week, I cannot get thru today.

We have day camp and VBS all week - Rylan is going to be beat. So back to my first sentence, Rylan, I am sorry I did not plan a better week for you. You are a product of 'always on the go!'.

Perhaps next week will be better - we can only hope!

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Will I Ever Really Be Happy.....

So we are in the middle of re-financing our home. This is the home we bought 5 years ago, with every intention of moving within 3 years. In the mean time we have added a new roof, a new air unit, a new bathroom etc. Now it needs new windows, new siding etc.....
Our intentions were to move because it was not centrally located. The location has not changed, I still want to move.
It appears as if it is easier to re-finance than move. We must refinance because we had an ARM with our current loan - we did the ARM because we were planning on moving. I am not convinced the plans have changed, but I am also not convinced that we won't hang out another 3 to 5 years. So the 'reasonable' thing to is to refinance....or is it?
Why not just bit the bullet and move - two reasons. Kids & Kids.
Our son has friends in the neighborhood and he is going into the first grade. The lady who watches my daughter is one block from my house (can it get any better). Is it reasonable not to move, because you don't want to lose your babysitter? I guess we will find out.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Where did the Weekend go..

I woke up this morning cursing Monday's as usual. My weekends are NEVER long enough. Our weekends are packed full of traveling 2 hours one way, alot of extended family time and not a enough time at home. It seems like the only thing we get accomplished is keeping the gas tax funded. We travel 85 miles one way...at least twice a month.

So, Rylan stayed with my mother and his 5 cousins this weekend. He was pooped by the time we finally made it home. Pyper only stayed one night with my mother and she too was exhausted. My mother had 8 kids (12-1yr) at her house this past weekend. She took all of them swimming - god love her :).

Lance and I went floating and aside from tipping 6 times it was a great day. Yes, we rented a canoe. The river was packed!! Teenagers as far as the eye could see....it was a great day for the park patrol. They handed out tickets like they were candy, at the same time they packed up the beer and other beverages. Poor kids. I remember the days when you could actually be under age and drink on the river. Lance and I were half insulted that the ranger did not ask us for ID. ha! I guess our gray hair, saddle bags and wrinkles gave us away.

On the up-side, we did get to keep our beverages and continue to enjoy our float trip.

So now, we support the gas tax and AB.

My son started Day Camp today, he was really nervous. Luckly, it is at my work, so I can go and see him through out the day.

I needed one more day to recover......perhaps I will feel a bit better tomorrow. Nurse the hang-over and treat the sunburn.

Friday, July 20, 2007

FRIDAY!!

Well this is my first 'blog' - my springboard into the 21st century!

I must admit it is a bit 'scary', actually posting my thoughts, ideas, and experiences for the masses to view? um...
Now that I have overcome my fear, I am attempting to format my page, so please know it is a work in progress. This has felt like the longest week of my life.... for multiple reasons.
1) I have an 18mth old baby that refuses to sleep anywhere but next to me (UGH!). She starts out in her bed, then by 2 am, she has made her way in the middle of my bed. Which might not be so bad, if she did not insist on snuggling right up next to me so she can play with my hair. She considers it playing, I have chalked it up to a rare form of torture.
I keep telling myself she is only little 'once'. Plus, no one will notice the bald spot.
The light at the end of my tunnel - my mother is going to keep my kids Saturday night, so my husband and I can do something fun!!
*(note) I think we are going to floating. - If we value our marriage we must not take a canoe; RAFTs only!
2) the second reason this has been the longest week of my life - I work full time (Dir. of Fin) plus I have to attend meetings in Monday night, our last meeting lasted 5.5 hours. Our meetings are in conjunction with working all day. Plus you are expected to be back into the office Tuesday by 8 am. I love my job, but I hate this part of it. Besides, who can really talk for 5.5 hours - unreal.
3) When did schools in the area begin to start so early? I just noticed my son will begin school on Aug 15th. Whatever happened to starting school after Labor Day? The thought of packing up my family and wandering through the mall or Target to get school supplies and clothes is daunting to me.
I have asked my husband ' cannot we just order all of Rylan's stuff on line and have it delivered?
He responds ' No.....part of getting ready for school is going to get the supplies'.

I responded ' that was part of the process when 'we' went to school - (you know back in the dark ages). Now, Rylan can even pick out his own book bag on line' PLEASE!!. I would rather have my finger-nails pulled out one-by-one than take my 18mth old daughter (Pyper) shopping. She is at that stage, where if she does not get what she wants she calls attention to herself by 'screaming'. You know that piercing scream that could break glass. You know that one that makes everyone in the store turn around and look at you with that look of 'why did you bring 'that' child' shopping. Or they look at you as if they are saying ' what did you do to that kid?' I feel like shouting - 'I told her NO, and she not like it. Who cares!! Keep shopping people she will get over it.'
Alias, we will survive the weekend and even back to school shopping.
I will be back soon.

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