Mommie Dearest

School has started and Mommie Dearest has made her first of many appearances (I'm sure) at my house last night. First things first so did not get to take Bly to school on his first morning of Kindergarten that's a really good family post for another time. Schools here started on a Friday which in my meager little opinion is ridiculous why a Friday and why not just start on Monday and go a full week? Anybody else feel this way? I digress back to Bly's homework the first night we had homework Jeremy and I being the "great" parents we are took Bly's word that "Nope I don't have anything in my backpack" was the truth. Guess what there was a couple of papers that needed to be reviewed with Bly. I ranted and raved a little (coming from a mom that had the knack for making me a squalling nervous wreck before school) I was really careful to not screech at the full voice decibel I tend to use, instead used about a quarter of it. He's excuse was typical, and probably the truth he just forget those papers were in there. We worked on that set of papers on the 2 minute drive to the elementary school. He was happy. I was happy. Everybody was happy. Bly gets out at the drop off spot shuts the door, and makes it to the front tire before turning around swinging from the mirror to the running board with his face pressed against the window hollering I love you momma, and thank you for helping me with my homework this morning! ( Note to self: I'm so gonna have to have a talk with him about what is appropriate to say at drop off. Us just finishing his homework as we approach the drop off spot where the teachers are standing is gonna be the first thing we discuss).
Then Wednesday started the same way. Then "Mommie Dearest" hit the door about 4:30. Bly had his papers out of his backpack ready to go. Oh yes this is gonna be easy. One sheet writing the letter Mm. A snap I thought to myself. We will be finished eating supper, playing, watching tv, off to bed on time woohoo! The homework Gods were smiling or at least I thought they were smiling. They were smiling all right I just wasn't getting the joke. We started at 5:00 and Mommie Dearest emerged about 5:20. Who would have ever thought writing one letter would involve a wooden spoon, screaming tantrums pitched by me, one eraser completely gone from the end of the pencil, and several just I'm completely done hand throw ups. I never saw it coming. The homework Gods I'm sure were laughing their asses off at me, because it was quite a show that finally ended at 10:00. Now I realize the joke was on me damn those homework gods to hell. I did however sing praises from the roof when he finally got it correct at 9:30. Then doing what every good mom does I made him practice for another 30 mins, while I searched the cabinets for the hard stuff. I actually didn't although I really wanted to whip out that blender and rita mix put it in a sippy cup and head to the nearest pillow. After all that excitement I sat down in the recliner and had the biggest brain fart of them all: I only had 25 more letters in the alphabet to go. Oh Lawd please help the Mommie Dearest trapped in no patience hell.

On Hiatus

My gosh it's been forever since I blogged about anything in particular but oh what the hell here goes.......

First my brother and his wife are getting divorced I'd be lieing if I said I was shocked but I'm so not. Keith my brother and I aren't exactly close so when he shows up where I work for almost a whole work week everyday I tend to get a little pissy at the dipshit he married. He was utterly heartbroken and if that's not the kicker he worked on a land rig got laid off on a Thursday and then she kicked him out on Friday I'd say she's a winner for sure. I personally hope she has found someone knew and I wish them all the luck in the world. Was that nice enough???? Oh but who really wants to be nice when you are then accused of getting someone to spy on her! WTF?? I've so got better things to do than hunt down somebody to spy on your ungrateful ass at the freaking bar bitch please.

Second my best friend has gone and gotten herself pregnant with her 3 child (rotflmao)!! She had decided her 2 boys were enough and she really didn't need a girl after she kept Sassy a few months back and she was knocked to her knees when she found out. I how ever am excited to the hilt to know I get to hold a baby soon and equally relieved that that bundle of joy will not be going home with me!!!!! Jerms said we could have no more babies because he had 2 of me with Sassy and he was by no means tempting faith to try for another mini me!!!

Third me and Misty went to BamaJam in Enterprise, AL. If you like hot temps, half naked people, lots of live music, alcohol, and partying nonstop for 3 days in a peanut field in south Alabama then Bama Jam is for you. All kidding aside it was awesome. I'm in love with white trash Kid Rock because he is an awesome performer. We also saw Billy Currington, Taylor Swift, Alan Jackson, Pat Green, Jason Aldean, George Jones, Kellie Pickler, Gary Allan, Brooks and Dunn and of course Kid Rock. I'm sure I'm forgetting some. It was great, it was hot, and I hope to go back next year Kenny Chesney is supposed to be the headliner.

Fourth Jerms came in from work hell bent bound and determined we were taking a family vacation. So we loaded up the "burb" and headed to Gatlinburg, TN for family bonding time. It was a really good trip the mini mes traveled well. I'm sure I've heard every Disney movie we have at least once. I sure do love modern conveniences though at one point I was jamming out to my ipod, Jerms was watching a movie on my laptop, Sassy was watching one movie, and Bly was watching another one. It was a travelers bliss I so enjoyed. We took the kids to the Dinosaur Walk Museum, Ober, Gatlinburg to ride the tram and the ski lift to the very top. Sassy decided she wanted to ride the pirate ship ride which her ponytail made her just barely tall enough to ride and she loved it.

Blyzer loved the dinosaur museum but he enjoyed the Knoxville Zoo the most. It was a really great zoo. There were alot of babies at the zoo. The baby chimpanzee was our favorite he/she (not sure which one it was) was so cute and he/she had evidently caused some chaos before we got to their exhibit because one of the chimps was going nuts screeching at the baby when we got there. It looked like a typical day at our house when one of our lil chimps misbehaves.

Finally as I type this I am in a condo at the beach in Destin with Mist and our kiddos. I love the beach and am so glad that my babies enjoy it too. Tomorrow we will head home and back to our regular schedules and the beach will be a memory. We have been to the Gulfariun to see the shows and then on a Dolphin cruise that poor Mist got sea sick on. She was sweating bullets and not because it was 100 degrees outside with humidity making the air stick to you. The kids got to see the dolphins in their natural habitat and drive the boat.

So as you can see I've had family drama and been on hiatus vacationing away not it's back to reality.

From T-Ball to the Majors according to Parents.

When "normal people" say Tball you conjure up images of little kids running to all the wrong bases, throwing sand in the outfield, picking flowers for mom, searching for bugs in the grass, etc... Notice I said normal because I'm beginning to realize that when it comes to sports parents throw normal out the window. I for one do realize that Bly stands a greater chance at becoming a zoo keeper than professional ball player. However I do think that some of these little boys have parents that completely missed that memo. Yes I am competitive to a certain degree and I think sports can be a wonderful confidence building asset in a child and lets face it who on earth really like to lose, but you've got a team of 4, 5, and 6 year old little boys that aren't playing for the world series. Yet parents go out of their minds and I'll even admit that I at times are one of those parents for instance when Bly barely swings the bat just enough to make the ball go outside the circle I get a little testy only because I want him to try hard not do enough to barely get by (that's his dad coming out in him not me by the way). Parents have their major league stars prepped and ready to go it's like leading the wolves to sheep. These little fellows are ready to draw blood from who ever gets in their way. The game starts and the gnashing of the teeth begins you get everyone in there spot on the field and the first batter hits the ball the parents go nuts. They are screaming at their little major star to either throw the ball or run to first base. God forbid the little star doesn't get the ball to where it's supposed to go or the little man can't run fast enough to first because that's when the parent lines up at the fence screaming. The star is completely lost do you listen to your parents or do you listen to the coach you can literally see their little mind turning like the hamster racing on his wheel trying to figure out what do I do and who do I listen to? Isn't tball great? My all time favorite are those parents who make their major leaguers play ball and they so have no interest in it. Those babies will make you reach for the nearest Xanax or alcholic beverage you can find. That baby has no desire to play and for the coaches sanity don't make him. These parents know who they are because those are the majors that have to be dragged, bribed, or just plan made to play. It's so not worth the headache and trust me I'm sure we will need to save our parental sanity for when our major leaguers turn in to rock star partiers. I am glad that I've got one more year of tball and have got a hand full of games left for this year and then I'm retiring. I will be one of those parents that sits in the stands cheering for kids team with the camera ready for the next great play. I can't wait either to be a in the stands mom not on the field mom who could turn into the wicked step mother in a matter of seconds. So for all those moms out there who consider tball to be the majors relax you've got plenty of time before they sign contracts and endorsement deals so that you the parent can say "yep that's my baby." Enjoy this time it will be make such a great story when they get older and as the the little stars get older we will need all the leverage from embarrassing moments of their tball years we can muster.

Things You Regret

I recently attended "muffins with mom" which turned put to be doughnuts and cereal with Bly the other day, and there is nothing like standing in line in a school cafeteria for all of those nightmares you suffered from school to start flooding back. We all have them and if you don't then you are lieing to yourself because at some point from pre-k thru senior year of high school you have been completely mortified by something you've said , did, or at least been accused of. I was standing with a good friend at the time and commented so and she babbled something not sure what, but I'm pretty sure she's had those moments too. I can probably name at least one with her finger nails and a microscope for a science class of some sort is all I'm saying. Anyway isn't there several things we regret from school and we don't regret them until we are old enough to realize how stupid was that and why didn't I have better sense? I have come across old friends recently on Facebook, MySpace, and in the blogging world and I'm embarrassed about the way that I treated some of those people. You don't realize until you get older that no matter how bad things are or the way people act that you have no idea what they had to experience or go thru while in the confines of their own homes. The homes that as children parents should make a safe place not a place that a child dreads to go home to. So here is my chance to apologize if they ever read this and I have mistreated you in any way form or by any action I do sincerely apologize. You read things about old friends and you realize instantly that your heart breaks for those that are having troubles. You say to yourself that "if I knew then what I know now" phrase things might have been completely different, or maybe not they could have still been the same way just with other circumstances maybe????

Anonymously

I find it very interesting to read different articles on the Internet and then read the comments left behind. Those comments are left anonymously by people that aren't afraid to speak their mind no matter if they agree with article subject or not. It's after reading comments left after controversial subject that I begin to wonder how many of us actually agree out loud with what we can leave behind and nobody would know how you really felt. I completely understand wanting to be anonymous what a joy that would be for a little while until you realize that you want people to know yes I agree with that or no I don't. I wonder how the world would be different if in the beginning no one stood up for God and what his teaching are. I firmly believe that any problem we have either as an individual, family, nation, or world can all be answered if we search hard in the Bible and listen intently for the answer from above. The catch to all that is you've actually got to be listening, wanting to hear the answer even if we don't believe it's the right one and then following thru completely when it comes time to stand by our decision. How many people stand by their decision completely never faltering and never no matter what?

Parenting

In my last post I realize I probably sounded a little harsh about my sweet little angel Addison and sometimes maybe I do tend to be a little hard on both of my kids, but you will not find my kids hanging from the ceiling when we take them out in public. I believe that discipline is a key factor in raising children today. They are being influenced by the TV, radio, Internet, friends, and the relationships that are portrayed in front of them everyday. How many of us parents actually stop to sit down and watch the cartoons, or check their phones, computers etc and see what it is they are watching, texting, reading? In today's society with most families having both parents working to make ends meet and even those that are lucky enough to get to stay at home you are just as busy at home as those spouses that work a 40 or more hour work week do we make the time to check up on our kids? My babies are small, but even with Bly being in Pre-k I have realized that there are days that I haven't even stopped my circle to see what was going on his circle. It saddens me to think I would miss something big from either of them because I'm too busy to ask. So how do we balance both of those circles? I wish I knew and I could really use some help. It also doesn't help that with Jeremy working a rotating schedule that I have to play both mom and dad when he isn't at home. I feel like: am I doing this right or how would Jeremy handle this if he was at home? The list of questions just keeps getting longer and longer with each passing episode. You really try to think positive about it and then there are times you are just like "yep handled that situation badly" or hopefully they want have permanent scars on their egos or mindsets. I so do not want to be one of those parents with my head in the sand saying out loud "how did that happen and I not even know about it". It's a fine line and I will be the first to admit my line is crisscrossed all over the road, but I'm trying the best I know how. Parenthood is a work in progress and the learning curve is so high it feels unreachable. While the curve is still unreachable I strive everyday to reach a little higher so that when the time comes for my birds to leave the nest that they are prepared to the best of my ability and the best of them shines forward and they can use what I've taught them to put their best foot forward.

Your paybacks

How many people out there have been told at some point in time that "One day I hope you have a kid/kids that act just the way you do"? I was told that SEVERAL times and dang if my mother didn't get her wish. I wonder if Mamaw ever told her that and if so did I do her justice?
I have come to dread that when Jeremy is gone I have to contend with 2 kids that they are for the most part on opposite ends of the personality spectrum. Bly is 5 and super sensitive, very laid back, and wouldn't or will not take up for himself at all. Addison on the other hand is very outspoken, not sensitive about anything, and would just rather make you squirm when she opens her mouth because either A. she's screaming at someone or B. she's pitching the fit to end all fits. I know about these fits because unfortunately I have thrown and been on the receiving end of hers several times. She physically wares me out. Take today for instance it being Easter you get up, everybody puts their new church clothes on and off to church you go all is going good except for the usual mishaps can't find Bly's belt and Addie doesn't like to be still so its a war of be stills and look right here to get her hair fixed (thank God I had the common sense to finally cut it short). After church is when the chaos begins. We go to my moms who is notorious for being the best or worst Nanna on record. We eat lunch, my niece Celina hides some eggs for the kids too find, and then all HELL breaks loose. Addie starts with my baskets not full, I didn't find as many eggs as Bly, and the list goes on and on and on. Me being the responsible parent I believe I am says that's it its nap time. Ding Ding Round 2 has begun: Addie starts with the sniffles and quavering of the chin "but I don't wanna take a nap" she says. I pick her up sit down in the recline with her and then she really gets cranked up. After about a minute of the bellowing sounding like a cow in search of her lost calf I swat her behind and the the noise just gets louder so I spank her 3 times with my hand on her bottom. In walks Nanna "oh I'll take her just give her here". Well I don't know how many of y'all out there love for a little grandparent interference but today since Addie has become an excellent fit thrower I swear she'd get a gold medal for it I put my foot down and said NOPE we are going home. Ding Ding Round 3 begins immediately where round 2 ends this time I've got her loaded in the "burb" steadily screaming " I WANT MY NANNA" I WANT MY NANNA" then the snot starts pouring and the whole I'm gonna cry till I vomit begins with me proudly shutting that down by saying "If you throw up I swear I will not clean you up". So I slam the door walk inside the house all the while you can hear plan as day as if she's just outside the back door screaming. I calmly put my shoes on tell mom I'll be back for Bly sometime this afternoon and mom has got her glaring glasses on trying to kill me with those you should be ashamed for making that baby cry looks she has become a pro at shooting me. I get in the burb and by this time she is completely sideways buckled in her car seat steadily screaming "I WANT MY NANNA" I back out of the drive way and make it all the way to the end of mom and dads road before I snap........ I pulled over got her out of the car sit her on the side of the road and yes she's still screaming "I WANT MY NANNA" and I got back in the burb and drove off. Now before y'all start trying to find the number to CPS my parents live in country with a population of about 20 people and 100 stray dogs and cats. I drove about 1000 ft down the road before I stop I open the door get out and ask "Addison are you finished?" She between sobs which are now at a normal range says yes mam. I load her back in the burb and away we go. We didn't get very far before she says "how much longer till we get back to Nanna's?" I informed her that we weren't going back till later tonight to pick up Bly that we were headed to our house and she could take a nap there. She was asleep before we got to the end of the road and I woke her up and said NO MAM you can take a nap when we get home. Ding Ding the match is up. We are still waiting on official judgement as to who won! I know that if you don't know me I probably do sound like a very harsh mother but in this day and time it's about time someone did, but that's a blog for a different day.