And baby makes 21!

My son's teacher is due to have her first baby in about two weeks. He said that she told the class this afternoon that she was going to the hospital today and was going to stay there. She didn't say anything when I picked him up and since this is her first baby, unless there are complications I can't see her doctor inducing labor 15 days early. My point in all this mess is that Mikel was in tears because his teacher is going to be gone for 6 weeks. He wants her address so he can go visit her. He's completely distraught. Even though Mrs. H says that she'll visit, that's not good enough. He cannot bare to be parted from her. He already hates the substitute and his teacher hasn't even left yet.

My sil and her two children might be moving in with us temporarily. At least it better be temporary. Our house isn't that big and I can barely handle dh being home all day, much less his sister and her two kids. Talk about home invasion. Oh yeah, and I'm sure her fiance will be spending quite a bit of time here too.

LaKatie sings the hits!

First we have a classic

Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily
gently down the stream!

Next, an ode to Paco. Whoever he is.

Ring around the rosie
Paco buys a posie
Ashes, ashes
I fell down!

Finally, LaKatie pays homage to the great Ashley Simpson

L-O
L-O
L-O
L-L-L

yeah, she just makes the l noise. Cause that's what the letter l does. It makes the L noise. I need to catch her Gwen Stefani impersonation on tape. It's really something.

I'm not making this up, I swear

Last night dh told Mikel to quit farting around and finish his dinner. La Katie asked, "why? can you smell the farts?"

Then later while I was helping her with her homework she needed to use the glue stick. When she opened it, it was a little messed up, but still usable. She asked me what happened to it and I told her I didn't know but that the glue was ok and I wouldn't worry about it. She turned around and told me, "yeah. But I would!"

I need to carry around some sort of recorder.

We finally managed to get approved for food stamps. So now we have food. We had to re-apply for medi-cal for some strange reason, but that's typical.

Katie is turning 5 next week. It's funny how she's so independent. Mikel will be 7 in March and still wants me to walk him all the way in to his classroom. Katie insists on walking into school by herself. The child I'm actually ready to let go of a little bit doesn't want to let go of me and my baby, my preshus babee! She can't wait to let go of me. My baby isn't really a baby any more. She even refuses to shop in the little kid's section any more. Now she wants to shop in the big girl section. Oy vey. Soon she'll be asking for a car.

My parents will be visiting next weekend for Katie's birthday. I love how they always make it a point to visit for the kid's birthdays. The kids really appreciate it and like knowing that no matter what, they'll be seeing grandma and papa for their birthday. My parents just re-financed their house and are getting some new furniture and will be passing some of their older stuff on to me! I'm getting their goregous china hutch and my mom's antique desk. Now I get to set up a nice little office for me. Finally a place to work at other than the dining room table.

Someone slap if I sound that bitter again

The childrens are back to going to school without numerous attempts at avoidance. It's so nice when they get up, get ready, and go. No having to drag them out of the house and into the car, and then out of the car and into the school. We are getting back into our routine finally. Just in time to have two weeks of peace before my parents visit for Katie's birthday. Thankfully when my parents visit, chaos doesn't reign the way it does when the in-laws are in town.

Mikel informed me today that he kissed R behind the bushes at recess. I so don't want to have the "keep it in your pants" speech with my six year old. I advised that maybe a hug is a little bit better at this stage. Maybe I'm over reacting, maybe I'm not. Better safe than sorry.

I'm making homemade chicken noodle soup for dinner. The house smells so yummy. They seriously need to make a candle that smells like that.

I cut my hair last week. It went from being below my shoulders to being just above my earlobes. Dh still hasn't said anything. I'm afraid to ask and hear the answer. Not that it matters, I like it and it's my hair. So neener neener. I also dyed it back to my natural dark brown. I'm rather pleased with it. Now my hair has a style other than ponytail or bun.

Mikel's teacher is due to have a baby in about 4 weeks. I honestly had no idea. I thought she might just be chubby. The shirts she wears don't really look like maternity clothes. I didn't want to assume that she was pregnant. I guess assuming that she was fat wasn't much better though huh? At least I didn't open my big mouth about it. She's gonna have a teeny tiny baby though. For being 8 months along she's not very big. Lucky her. With both of my kids by 7 months I was the size of a small house.

We had a nice visit with Dh's aunt and uncle yesterday. We just hung out and visited. Aunt B and I madea trip to the mall and she bought me a delicious chocolate covered strawberry. I'll be going back to that store. They had rocky road covered apples!

We should be getting our approval for food stamps by tomorrow and our medi-cal worker should be calling soon. Now we can get actual groceries instead of just winging it and buying what we needed by the day and trying to minimize our food spending. It's hard living on just disability. Dh has his unemployment interview this week and hopefully he'll be getting some money from that soon as well. Of course it would be nice if he got a job, but I'll take what I can get.

Gently down the stream!

Because I'm sick, and tired I'm posting one of my drafts. It made me laugh. Of course that's probably the drugs talking. Katie still loves Barbie.com though. It is my bff.



Katie is on a continous loop of Row Row Row your boat. I think her internal CD is stuck. It was absolutely adorable for about the first 30 minutes. Now it's just cute. Instead of singing "life is but a dream" she just repeats "gently down the stream".

Barbie.com is the greatest invention known to man. It keeps four year old little girls occupied for hours. I have to pry her away from the keyboard. What's truly odd is that she likes to listen to the instructions in Spanish. Dh and I both speak a little spanish, but she doesn't. Soon she'll be fluent.

I'm just plum tuckered. I haven't even done anything and I'm tired. I think I need more vitamins. I go to bed around 10pm and I didn't get up until 8:30am this morning and I'mready to go back to sleep.

Blah, blah,blah.

That loud noise you hear is me screaming

Dh is still home. He still has no job. He is still driving me insane. I have begun to plot ways to torture him. Every time I go somewhere he comes out and inspects the truck for water spots. Water spots! Silly me, I actually drive through puddles. I don't stop the truck and the very slowly driving through them so the water doesn't splash up onto the truck. He needs a job. He already has a hobby. His hobby is driving me crazy. I'm already crazy enough on my own. I'm taking two different kinds of medication. I will most likely need a third shortly.

Today he complained that I wasn't putting the whole potato chip in my mouth. I was biting it in half. Sue me. I have no need to put a whole Pringle in my mouth. This while he sat in the recliner with his laptop and dispensed child care advice. Why!? Why not actually be a parent and act out this advice instead of telling me what I'm doing wrong? What an asshole! I did actually call him an asshole to his face and I'll probably be doing it again soon. If he doesn't find a job soon I'll be going to live with my parents for a while. Or maybe I'll just kill him and live off the insurance money. That sounds like a great idea!

The underwires on both of my bras broke within two days of each other.

We were turned down for cash aid because I make too much money. I'm on State Disability people. But I make too much money.

I accidentally made a double car payment causing several checks to bounce, including a check I wrote to my mom for all the work we had done on the truck while Dh's dad was in the hospital. Luuuuuuuuuuvly.

We had our niece over last Friday to play and she stole Katie's crayons. She also tried to adopt two brand new glue sticks and a bathing suit. It could just be that I'm cranky because I haven't had more than 2o minutes to myself in the past three weeks. Or it could be that she's a spoiled brat.

I think I might be PMSing. I sound really bitter.

Amazingly Dh is cooking dinner. But he undid all that amazingness by ordering me to "figure out" what to make along with the chicken. He also called me a jackass for telling him not to stir things in the skillet with a butter knife.

Someone shoot me please. I'm begging. Put me out of his misery.

My hair is on fire right now

Dear Blogger,

I hate you with the burning passion so hot that it rivals the sun. You have eaten three posts in a row. You never give any sort of indication that I should save my draft as a I go along because you intend to eat this post. You simply lull me into a false sense of secuirty and act as though you'll publish my exquisite efforts and then sit there. With your little circle going round and round. Click, click, click. Then after 15 long minutes of anguish I try something, anything to get you to proceed and am met with a blank screen. The frustration is eating at my very soul. You mock me and I don't like it.

What are you lookin' at?

Yesterday we had a major storm. Just as school was getting out. It was really nice. Nobody was prepared for what happened. I'm talking 60mph winds and flash flooding. I got stranded on one of those cemet parking things when the parking lot at the school flooded. Dh had to come get me in the truck. I just knew having a lifted truck would come in handy some day. The minute I got out of the truck I was soaked. I looked like I just jumped into a pool. There were all kinds of kids running around soaking wet crying. It looked like one big giant wet t-shirt contest. I felt really bad for all the kids that had to either walk or ride their bikes home. The MAJOR road in town was completely flooded and had to be closed. It was just insane. I love the rain, but that was a little much for me.

LaKatie has taken to emptying the shampoo and conditioner into her bath. Ah the things small children can get into when your back is turned. The other night I went to get my water and when I came back the shampoo had "fallen" into the bathtub and was now full of water. Last night I went to turn the diswasher on and when I got back the conditioner had "fallen" into the tub. I sense a pattern forming here. All other bottles of anything that could possibly be used to make bubbles have been removed from the bathroom.

We've also had to hide the scotch tape. Mikel thinks anything can be built with it. Scotch tape, a kid's best friend.

I came out of my bedroom today to find the dog on top of the dinning room table getting ready to have himself a snack. LaKatie left her cookies on the table. No food must ever be left sitting around or it becomes property of the chow hound.

Katie's birthday is in three weeks. I have one week to make invitations and get them mailed/handed out. I will do it this time! My children will not suffer through another birthday party with only one other child in attendance. Even if I have to kidnap some. We will have guests at this party. Incidentally, if you hear of anyone going missing around October 1st, I had nothing to do with it.

I thought it would be great . . . . .

but it's snot.

Thursday of last week Dh lost his job. His new job that was supposed to be so much better than his last job. Things just didn't work out according to the HR person. Hmmmm. Oh well, things happen for a reason and hopefully this will lead to something better. So he's been home with me now every single day. I thought it would be nice having him home. Most of the time it is, but I have to admit. Sometimes it drives me crazy. Now I really don't have any time to myself. Puh-lease let him find a job soon. I just found out that his parents are coming to visit for about a week so they can try to find a place to live down here. Oh goody. Pray for me. I'll need the strength. My fil is not a problem. It's my mil that drives everyone up the wall. Even Dh.

We went down to social services today to apply for aid since Dh hasn't even applied for unemployment yet. Hopefully we won't need it for long. There is just now way we could survive on my disability checks. You can't buy booze with food stamps can you?

Gah. This past month has been a real downer. I feel like a little black rain cloud is following me around. Happy, happy, joy, joy.

Only if I'm extremely lucky

Dh and the boy are contemplating a night of camping and dirt bike riding tomorrow morning. Please let them go and be gone until at least 4pm tomorrow. I need a break. I need to take my daughter out to breakfast and then spend some quality time in the movie theater. Maybe a pedicure thrown in for good measure. Yes indeedy, that's what I need. Cross your fingers.

We spent the day looking for a fan for LaKatie's room. Even though it's still over a hundred degrees here, there are no fans to befound. Just heaters. I know about the whole preparedness thing and getting ready for winter. But for the love of Pete people! It's 108 degrees outside right now. Due to the outrageous power bill for last month we've gone back to suffering through the heat. Why does it have to be so hot? I should not be sweaty within five minutes of getting out of the shower. Gah.

In search of fan we bought a chainsaw, school clothes, and a set of 50 fine tip washable crayola markers. Do we know how to shop or what? There are so many bags of junk on the table righ now and I don't know what is in half of them. I should never have taken the menfolk shopping with me. Not only did we lose Katie oncein Walmart, but we lost Dh and Mikel several times in Big Lots. No wonder I have grey hair.

It's exhausting being crazy

Ugh. No matter what the doctor's say about the depression not being made worse by my monthly cycle, it is making it worse. I'm living it. I know it. For one week a month I become a five headed monster. I spit fire and acid and it is ugly. UGLY. I'm on three different kinds of medication and it does reduce the severity. Perhaps I should a fourth. Like valium. Maybe I could just sleep my way through my period. Wake up looking refreshed. That's not a bad idea. I don't care what they say about booze not helping. I feel like it helps, not to mention mass quantities of chocolate. Thank you Manic Mom, you little gift showed up just in time. The candy barely made it out of the envelope. Dh was too busy being stunned by the consumption to wonder why chocolate arrived in the mail.

Scotch tape is a kid's best friend. I think my son could construct anything from scotch tape and cardboard. It's amazing the things he puts together. Recyclable buildings. They're the wave of the future. Yesterday when I picked him up from school he asked if we had any destruction paper at home. I asked if he meant construction paper. Yes, that's what he wanted. Destruction paper. Oy. That's almost as good as him calling instructions the "constructions". You gotta love it.

La Katie is loving school despite getting in some sort of trouble every single day. You read that right. Every. Single. Day. First it was fighting, then she couldn't sit still, then she fell of a bike, and today she didn't want to go to school at all. It's so much fun. Really it is. Of course now that she's started school I can't wait until she's in first grade and both of the kids will be gone all day long. A full day of freedom is close, I can smell it. LaKatie will be turning the big 5 on October 1st and has decided that she will be having a pink poodle birthday party. The girl has style y'all. I'm telling ya. Black and pink pin stripes and little fluffy pink poodles. I still haven't figured out what I'm going to get her for her birthday. As usual she wants everything.

My fil is doing ok. At the follow up doctor's appointment this week, the doc informed him that they had done all they can and that any future incidents will most likely be the end for fil. Three stints and a pacemaker. Dh is stressed to the breaking point. You can tell that it's wearing on him. Knowing that his dad could die at any moment. Poor guy. I don't know what I'm going to do when his dad actually does die. That is going to be a huge mess.

Is it time to start drinking yet?

Hey, I just noticed something. Paragraphs!!!!! Woot!