I must be nuts.. certifiable.

The boy wanted a "Friend" party this year for his birthday. We've been putting this off simply because he hadn't really had that many friends close to home and we were trying to avoid the expense. Well this year he has lots of friends. Unavoidable. That is not so much my problem.

My problem is this. I am up to me ears in plans. Plans for the Friend Party. Plans for the Family party that is to take place 2 weeks PRIOR to the friend party. The family party is a combined birthday party for Aedan and Chloe just for family. Nothing major. Dinner, cake and ice cream and no theme per say.

Have I mentioned I HATE planning parties? I despise it. No I take that back.. I love planning them when I have time and loads of money to do it. None of which I have at the moment. I just quickly wrote up the menu for the family party. Anyone hear the words "you get what you get and you don't get upset" lately?

Luckily the Friend party will be at Bounce U so all I need to do is cake and party bag. But I'm working with a Lego Star Wars theme and wouldn't you know it.. there is no party supply on earth for a Lego Star Wars Theme. So I am making EVERYTHING from scratch. Invites, because the ones they give you at Bounce U just aren't enough and handcrafted *themed* party bags for the little ingrates.

The kids at the family party get halloween candy bags because it's the day before halloween and I have a bunch already stuffed for Aedan's class and was just given a note that certain parents are responsible for certain things for his party and I am not one of those parents.. wel la di da. Suck it. I send in the pencils and call it a day. But I digress.

I Hate parties. Oh and then I am having company on Halloween.. just my sister and her family to trick or treat but it's a big deal here so we'll have food and drinks and it's like a block party.. so there's more planning of sorts.

I really need to get my ass in gear. Hell. At least I got 1 menu written up.

Happiest 5th Birthday to my Chloe Baby

October 14, 2010 - Five years old?? Really ?? Has it been that long since I brought her home on that warm autumn day to see her big brother? Some days I wish she were that baby again especially those days when her mouth and attitude are bigger than they should be. And some days I am happy to keep her right where she is. Helpful, pleasant (most of the time), sweet, and caring. And yet she can be the strongest most stubborn child I have ever met. In some instances this can be an asset. When she uses them to fight me I can't say I truly appreciate it.


She has a quick wit and can laugh right along with us at her own jokes. You can't help but laugh when her whole face lights up and those dimples scream at you. Day after day I look at her and I see myself. I realize those words uttered by my Mother years ago have come to fruition. "I hope you have a child just like you one day." Well I do. She's happy and sweet and funny and cute and I could go on and on. But she is also the instigator. And the tattletale and the town crier and the Mayor. Not sure I was all those things but I think I grew out of them. She has a shriek that can break a window and a whisper that can tickle your cheek. She can look like an angel and when she turns around you see where she hid the horns. She's my Chloe and I wouldn't have her any other way. She certainly makes my life interesting.


Today is the day I wish my princess the best birthday ever. I hope all your dreams come true. So reach for the stars and if you have trouble getting ahold of them drag over the stool or the chair like you do here at home when you can't get to the candy jar. Mommy Loves you Chloe. Happy 5th Birthday.

If you don't have anything nice to say

Some people are simply negative. And that's it. Never a nice thing to say. They can't open their mouth with a criticism or a nasty thing to say. I call that Toxic.

It's even worse when it's an adult and it's aimed at children. Seriously. Does it make the person feel really good to pick on a child all the time? It must be, because I can't see any other reason to do it.

To step back from a situation and see that 99.9% of the time the response /reaction is a negative one you get to thinking "There's something wrong there."

Feeling a little nostalgic

We had our community yard sale yesterday and I took the opportunity to rid my home of all the toys and junk that clutters it on a daily basis just being moved from one spot to the next with now real home. I was happy to clear ou the corners and give someone else something to enjoy because we simply don't have the room. The kids get so much at birthday and Christmas and other holidays that we seem to overflow. And they just can't play with it all. So I tagged a lot of it and put in n the driveway with the hopes of making some dough.

I sold a lot of the toys. Heck I sold alot before I even had most of it outside and set up. Some people just don't get the whole time frame on the sign thing. While gathering sale items I threw out a bunch of things also. Broken things, games without pieces etc.

There is one big thing that did not sell.. the nursery set. I felt a little sad putting it out in the first place but it is in such good condition that I felt it would be nice if someone could use it. I just don't know anyone personally that can use it so my option was to sell it. The only thing missing was the crib bumpers because they ripped and were faded from washing over 7 years. I kept looking at it sitting there on the table.. the lamp, the quilt, the wall hangings and book ends. The picture frame and pillow all part of my babies' room for the 1st few years of their lives. I kept getting compliments on how nice it looks and what great condition it was in. Well yes. I got most of it as gifts for my baby shower so I try to take good care of my things. I had already given the cradles bedding that matched to my sister for her baby on the way so that wasn't in the pile. I'm just a little disappointed that no one wanted it because it just reminds me of when my babies were tiny babies and I am so happy when I have itty bitty babies.

Anyway.. I am now trying to figure what to do with it all. The local Goodwill store wouldn't take it so now I guess I'll look into consignment even though I really couldn't be bothered with that. I'd rather find someone that needs it to give it to. Oh well.

I have two boxes of toys to drop off at Day Care that didn't sell also. They always like when I show up. They've missed my girls so I can give them an update on how they are doing and visit with the teachers as well.

I Wonder

I often wonder what would happen if I came home and did minimal chores and then proceeded to sit in the big ol' recliner with my feet up while my significant other continued to do chores and other house/family related things on his feet for the next 4-5 hours before actually sitting down.

Hell would freeze over. That's what would happen. Because that would never in 300 million bazillion years. Unless I was dead. Or hell froze over.

No need to wonder anymore. People ask me why I stay up so late when I have to get up so damn early in the morning. Well that's because I have to unwind before I go to bed. I can't simply stop what I'm doing at 9 or 10 pm and then go to bed. I need to unwind with a book or some senseless TV or some facebook time. Because being at work all day and then coming home to the stresses of all that and then just going straight to bed doesn't work for me.

I'd love to just come home and relax, but I suppose being a Mommy/wife/homeowner/ cleaning lady/dogowner/homeworker helper/lunch maker/accountant/and whatever else needs to be done, isn't taken into consideration. Such is life.

Don't get me wrong. He does the dishes and walks the dog and reads to the kids while I do the rest. I just wish some days someone would take over "the rest".

I also wonder what goes through his head as he watches me on my feet for those 4-5 hours as he is sitting there with his feet up. And then chastises me for yelling alot ?? wow.. there's some balls. Brass ones. But I guess that's just me being bitchy.

Run Forrest Run

yeah I know I'm not Forrest but I love that line. :) I'm preparing to run the 5K in the Race for Hope on November 7th. I'm almost doing it more because Jim said "you'll never make it" which of course makes me want to do it even more. Trying to actually run and not die in the process has been difficult to say the least. Actually getting a mile in one shot under my belt wasn't happening. I'd start out running, stop and walk for a bit then run and walk and so on. I'd go for 2 miles but only really run about a mile of it when all was said and done.

My biggest issue is my asthma. With this humidity I am having trouble controlling my breathing. And it seems I was running too fast.

Last night I took the run slower and controlled my breathing.

I managed 2 miles without stopping and without dying. Now there is an accomplishment. I only need to get another 1.5 miles added to that in the next two months in order to make the 5K. I hope I can manage it.

First Grade

We go through a bunch of firsts. Today we experienced a few. It was the first day of first grade. A week before Labor Day I won't go into it because that's another post in and of itself.

Right off the bat we could tell Aedan was nervous this morning. Hell, I was nervous for him. All day as a matter of fact. But that also is another post. This was his first day of first grade. An all day affair. With lunch in the cafeteria. We packed lunch today because the menu didn't appeal to him. He only gets about a half hour to eat so we thought bringing would be easier. Seems not to be so. So tomorrow he'll buy and we'll see how that goes. I'll tell him to be fast about it and not to futz around. If all his lunches are that quick I won't have to worry about him blowing the cash reserve on ice cream treat day in and day out.

We waited at the bus stop with hoards of people because this year they switched our neighborhood to morning kindergarten. So all the littles were there as well. It was NUTS. In the madness of a late bus for the bigger kids arriving right behind the just as late bus for the elementary kids Aedan got turned around and almost got on the middle school bus. So glad I was paying attention.

All day long I was nauseous thinking about what he was doing and how things were going. When I finally got to the stop to get him at 3:45 he gets off the bus with a grin and a "geez, don't make a fuss" look on his face I felt better. He had a good day. He doesn't have any homework except to bring work home for me to do. It's amazing the amount of paperwork they still send home for being so "green". I have about 6 forms to fill out and send back. I forgot about all the little extra stuff they get from you at the start of school. I need to schedule his physical and his dental exam soon and write a few checks already. He has a planner. I didn't get a planner til I was in college prep school. Certainly not first grade. I guess that's a good thing but it seems very organized and not very .. um.. well.. fun. He in the big leagues now.

He already has Friday off for a long Labor Day weekend and next week is Picture day and an Ice cream social so he can get reacquainted with his friends in a more social setting. We also have Back To School night so we can meet his teacher, view the class and hopefully meet the other parents. I have issues with other parents. I always feel like an outsider. Like they are all best buds and I'm intruding so I hang back and just observe never wanting to be he annoying Mom. I have issues. I suppose I should get over it. I am hoping a few volunteer gigs for parties and such will get me over the hump..


That's Day 1 in a nutshell or a large suitcase. I'm sure there will be more to come.. if you know anything about our life.. there is always more to come.