so last nite we went out to dinner with my sistah and her hubs, as they just moved here (woohoo! more escapades more frequently!!!). so we were rushing around mad, trying to get ready after school and work, in less than an hour to meet them. i showered as the kids thundered around in royal disarray. i finally hollered at huny to go "assist" the spawn in preparation. minutes later he trudged downstairs, clutching a pair of black "tightie whities" men's size. "explain?" he demanded. "i don't know. " i said and went back to drying my hair. i honestly didn't . huny continued to stare at me and said "REALLY???", then the giggles began behind him. "What?" he said to bailey, who replied "THOSE ARE POPPAS!!!"
huny squealed like a school girl, made a horrified face and dropped them on the ground. turns out, grannie washes dominic and poppa's clothes together when they stay there and must have sent a wad of skivies home. (this has happened before, only it was my undies returned in a plastic baggie...which makes me question my father's choice in hanes.)
as if any man of mine would be caught in those kind of drawers...
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
lunchtime random rant!
first of all dimbo, it's "sacrifice". two 'c', one 's', two 'i'-learn to spell. next, learn the definition...how about some examples?
sacrifice is buying milk for your child instead of cigarettes. there are just things as a parent that you do when things are financially tight, believe me, i know. also, while i firmly believe life would be better for a plethera of people if your lungs rotted out, that little girl still needs you as her mother. nor does she deserve to develop asthma from your filthy second hand smoke (p.s.-even thou you smoke outside, she still reeks like a gin joint).
sacrifice is giving up your vendettas. you should be thanking your maker every day that this kid has two parents and several other adults that care so deeply about her. suck it up, put your personal feelings aside and let her have a family. your daughter does not deserve to suffer the fallout of the self-loathing you developed from breaking your marital vows, let alone a few laws.
sacrifice is putting your own life on hold to raise a healthy, happy child. guess what, you don't get to go to the bar every nite (this also goes with lesson of sacrifice number one), and you do need to enroll her in activities that will take up your every waking moment. you must have missed it in the parenting handbook where it said "the next 18 years or sometimes more shall be forfeittted for the betterment of your child". get over it.
sacrifice is being the bigger person for the emotional health of your baby. this means not having your current boyfriend call and make threats to your child's father. nor should you personally call and leave threatening messages on her grandparent's voicemail about if their son disappears...although this is excellent material to enforce a protection order. the appropriate course of action is to SUCK IT UP, play nice and have a civil relationship for your daughter's sake. and even better yet, you could actually interact positively with her father have constructive conversations with him with your daughter present! novel concept i know, but believe it or not, this would show her how much you two value her.
lastly, sacrifice is, above all, being the parent. you're not there to be your kids' best friend and share the most intimate details of your life with her, you're there to be an example. keep in mind that your child repeats a lot of what you say and reports on what you do, as well as develops opinions and makes stuff up based on what she's being exposed to. think wisely...you haven't been.
you're not an unintelligent individual, but your common sense is lacking. please make alterations accordingly, and practice better parenting!
sacrifice is buying milk for your child instead of cigarettes. there are just things as a parent that you do when things are financially tight, believe me, i know. also, while i firmly believe life would be better for a plethera of people if your lungs rotted out, that little girl still needs you as her mother. nor does she deserve to develop asthma from your filthy second hand smoke (p.s.-even thou you smoke outside, she still reeks like a gin joint).
sacrifice is giving up your vendettas. you should be thanking your maker every day that this kid has two parents and several other adults that care so deeply about her. suck it up, put your personal feelings aside and let her have a family. your daughter does not deserve to suffer the fallout of the self-loathing you developed from breaking your marital vows, let alone a few laws.
sacrifice is putting your own life on hold to raise a healthy, happy child. guess what, you don't get to go to the bar every nite (this also goes with lesson of sacrifice number one), and you do need to enroll her in activities that will take up your every waking moment. you must have missed it in the parenting handbook where it said "the next 18 years or sometimes more shall be forfeittted for the betterment of your child". get over it.
sacrifice is being the bigger person for the emotional health of your baby. this means not having your current boyfriend call and make threats to your child's father. nor should you personally call and leave threatening messages on her grandparent's voicemail about if their son disappears...although this is excellent material to enforce a protection order. the appropriate course of action is to SUCK IT UP, play nice and have a civil relationship for your daughter's sake. and even better yet, you could actually interact positively with her father have constructive conversations with him with your daughter present! novel concept i know, but believe it or not, this would show her how much you two value her.
lastly, sacrifice is, above all, being the parent. you're not there to be your kids' best friend and share the most intimate details of your life with her, you're there to be an example. keep in mind that your child repeats a lot of what you say and reports on what you do, as well as develops opinions and makes stuff up based on what she's being exposed to. think wisely...you haven't been.
you're not an unintelligent individual, but your common sense is lacking. please make alterations accordingly, and practice better parenting!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
birthday wish
so when i was in college, i nannied for a local family with a boy and a girl, who were about 14 months apart. the girl is now my nanny, although in recent years, she's worked less as the kids are growing up. they are like an extended family and we are all stil very close. cara still does so many things with us, including using the same tactics on my kids as i used on her and her brother, and entertaining them with stories of the escapades she and her brother had.
cara was always a bit of a princess, and was so much fun since she was very articulate and was also very interested in grown up things...like jewelry, cars, and socializing. the family had wonderful dinners and parties-giant bbqs and cookouts with dozens of people. julie (the mom) is an amazing cook and fantastic hostess. kids were always welcome and jules would always make sure that i knew i was invited as a guest, not just the help. half the time i would lug cara around with me, just because she was so cute..she was a very bright and precocious little bit, and really enjoyed adult company. the summer after she turned two, they had a huge end of season party with endless food and drink. first cara tropped around investigating everyone's glasses. she finally announced to me that she "want a 'garita bucky!" so i crushed some ice for her and filled a cactus shaped glass with lime koolaid. she toddled around feeling very special and grown up, talking with the adults about how she was "big and be three soon". she was having conversations with everyone, letting them know she was a big girl, and one guest finally asked her if she knew what she wanted when she had her next birthday. little did everyone know we'd been working on a response..."diamonds and rubies and mercedes". she would chirp this answer to me or the ex and just beam. so she was all ready with her answer, and turned her voice up a few notches to get her wish out. "when i three, i want diamonds and 'cedes and BOOBIES!!!" she quipped to the entire deck. the laughter that ensued was priceless and she skipped off to entertain more guests.
cara now says she had no clue how on that phrase was :)
cara was always a bit of a princess, and was so much fun since she was very articulate and was also very interested in grown up things...like jewelry, cars, and socializing. the family had wonderful dinners and parties-giant bbqs and cookouts with dozens of people. julie (the mom) is an amazing cook and fantastic hostess. kids were always welcome and jules would always make sure that i knew i was invited as a guest, not just the help. half the time i would lug cara around with me, just because she was so cute..she was a very bright and precocious little bit, and really enjoyed adult company. the summer after she turned two, they had a huge end of season party with endless food and drink. first cara tropped around investigating everyone's glasses. she finally announced to me that she "want a 'garita bucky!" so i crushed some ice for her and filled a cactus shaped glass with lime koolaid. she toddled around feeling very special and grown up, talking with the adults about how she was "big and be three soon". she was having conversations with everyone, letting them know she was a big girl, and one guest finally asked her if she knew what she wanted when she had her next birthday. little did everyone know we'd been working on a response..."diamonds and rubies and mercedes". she would chirp this answer to me or the ex and just beam. so she was all ready with her answer, and turned her voice up a few notches to get her wish out. "when i three, i want diamonds and 'cedes and BOOBIES!!!" she quipped to the entire deck. the laughter that ensued was priceless and she skipped off to entertain more guests.
cara now says she had no clue how on that phrase was :)
end of the rainbow
there is a t-rex in my house this week. it is stomping, destroying, chewing up and spitting out everything in it's way. and there is no reasoning with it. and there is no coaxing it to watch "america's next top model" to pacify it's ravings (yes, this does work sometimes). so we've sent it to bed early and given in to it's whims and food cravings. and also just generally avoided communication and contact. tonite was easy as the boy had soccer practice, and i'm his coach. this gives girl a chance to be independent, as well as gives us all a break from aggitating eachother.
on the way home, the lil man was talking about leprechauns and getting a wish if you catch one. when he asked what i would wish for i said i thought i would wish that bailey was healthy. he didn't say anything to this and i assumed our conversation was over, as he began babbling about his first soccer practice.
when we got home, the attitudeasaurus was sleeping, so dom bathed and then joined me for dinner. in between bites of macaroni, he piped up "if i had a wish, i would wish for bailey to be kind and to be around kind people so she wouldn't be angry all the time. maybe if we are kind always she will stop being so unhappy." sigh.
on the way home, the lil man was talking about leprechauns and getting a wish if you catch one. when he asked what i would wish for i said i thought i would wish that bailey was healthy. he didn't say anything to this and i assumed our conversation was over, as he began babbling about his first soccer practice.
when we got home, the attitudeasaurus was sleeping, so dom bathed and then joined me for dinner. in between bites of macaroni, he piped up "if i had a wish, i would wish for bailey to be kind and to be around kind people so she wouldn't be angry all the time. maybe if we are kind always she will stop being so unhappy." sigh.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
derailing the crazy train...
raising a bipolar child is an adventure to say the least. some days it's like living with a badger high on pixie stix. others are more like holding a conversation with a potato. and then there's the rare "normal" periods...boy do i ache for more of those.
bailey is very adept at concealing her disorder from the general population for short periods of time. you can tell she's comfortable around you if she lets the cuckoo show in front of you. she's REEEEEEEALLY comfortable with me. she can be downright abusive and there are days i just want to shake her. then again, i really enjoy her bizzare sense of humor about her disorder. i also abhor the way she attempts to blame some of her thirteen year old attitude and behavior on it..."i can't help that i'm bipolar!" said often with a big heaving sigh. (no dear, you can not. however you can help being a petulant little mouthpiece!) i read other blogs about bipolar children and teens and feel a lot less alone some days, but i rarely see the ones who can laugh about the hillarity that ensues. i truly can not imagine anything more frustrating than what these people who we live with go thru on a daily basis...sometimes more frequently than that. BUT,i am a firm believer that humor can solve 90% of the worlds problems...and sarcasm takes care of the rest.
fortunately, this kid has inherited my sense of humor. now, admittedly, she is not always in the mood to be funny, and there are days when she is so far gone that NOTHING is funny. and on those days, if i laugh, it makes things a million times worse. and you never know which attitude you're going to get. those are the days when i can be found standing outside doors that have just been slammed in my face and silently flipping off the she-devil on the other side. fortunately, she has never opend the door to see this as it is AWFUL. okay, so it somewhat negates my application for parent of the year award, but, it makes me feel better...and she is none the wiser.
however, when it's funny, it's damn funny.
one saturday morning, bailey was plodding about the house. for a kid who bares graces 80lbs, she can make a thundering of noise when she is in a foul mood. this was one of those days where she tumbled out of bed just plain wrong, no reason needed. dominic and i usually try and avoid any conflict with her. so do the fuzzie bitches. animals know these things, and phae in particular has a strong bond with bai, sticks to her like glue, but puffs and runs when the kid is grouchy. so as i said, we were all tip-toeing around the crazy girl that morning-dom watched cartoons, i did mom things, and the fuzzies chased eachother willy-nilly around the entire house. at some point, bailey's absent little brain joined us long enough to feed the cats. as she picked up the food and water troughs, both half full and zombie walked around the table, the kitties tore into the kitchen. in disasterous slow motion i watched as phae catapulted herself on to the table, and mimzy followed suit. seeing bailey, phae attempted to skid toa stop, only to have mimzy hit her from behind with the gale force of a boulder rolling downhill. and both careened into my daughter. in panic, bailey startled and the contents of both bowls flew up into the air...and into the ceiling fan, spattering my entire kitchen with chow and water. then the cats fell to the floor in a heap. utter chaos in less than 8 seconds. and i saw it all.
i stared at bailey, wild-eyed, disoriented and covered in cat schmuck, for a couple seconds, and then the laughter began. fortunately from her as i couldn't hold it in any longer.
when the giggling dissolved i said "Whew! well that could have gone either way...". bailey smiled and said "it did. up and everywhere!"
bailey is very adept at concealing her disorder from the general population for short periods of time. you can tell she's comfortable around you if she lets the cuckoo show in front of you. she's REEEEEEEALLY comfortable with me. she can be downright abusive and there are days i just want to shake her. then again, i really enjoy her bizzare sense of humor about her disorder. i also abhor the way she attempts to blame some of her thirteen year old attitude and behavior on it..."i can't help that i'm bipolar!" said often with a big heaving sigh. (no dear, you can not. however you can help being a petulant little mouthpiece!) i read other blogs about bipolar children and teens and feel a lot less alone some days, but i rarely see the ones who can laugh about the hillarity that ensues. i truly can not imagine anything more frustrating than what these people who we live with go thru on a daily basis...sometimes more frequently than that. BUT,i am a firm believer that humor can solve 90% of the worlds problems...and sarcasm takes care of the rest.
fortunately, this kid has inherited my sense of humor. now, admittedly, she is not always in the mood to be funny, and there are days when she is so far gone that NOTHING is funny. and on those days, if i laugh, it makes things a million times worse. and you never know which attitude you're going to get. those are the days when i can be found standing outside doors that have just been slammed in my face and silently flipping off the she-devil on the other side. fortunately, she has never opend the door to see this as it is AWFUL. okay, so it somewhat negates my application for parent of the year award, but, it makes me feel better...and she is none the wiser.
however, when it's funny, it's damn funny.
one saturday morning, bailey was plodding about the house. for a kid who bares graces 80lbs, she can make a thundering of noise when she is in a foul mood. this was one of those days where she tumbled out of bed just plain wrong, no reason needed. dominic and i usually try and avoid any conflict with her. so do the fuzzie bitches. animals know these things, and phae in particular has a strong bond with bai, sticks to her like glue, but puffs and runs when the kid is grouchy. so as i said, we were all tip-toeing around the crazy girl that morning-dom watched cartoons, i did mom things, and the fuzzies chased eachother willy-nilly around the entire house. at some point, bailey's absent little brain joined us long enough to feed the cats. as she picked up the food and water troughs, both half full and zombie walked around the table, the kitties tore into the kitchen. in disasterous slow motion i watched as phae catapulted herself on to the table, and mimzy followed suit. seeing bailey, phae attempted to skid toa stop, only to have mimzy hit her from behind with the gale force of a boulder rolling downhill. and both careened into my daughter. in panic, bailey startled and the contents of both bowls flew up into the air...and into the ceiling fan, spattering my entire kitchen with chow and water. then the cats fell to the floor in a heap. utter chaos in less than 8 seconds. and i saw it all.
i stared at bailey, wild-eyed, disoriented and covered in cat schmuck, for a couple seconds, and then the laughter began. fortunately from her as i couldn't hold it in any longer.
when the giggling dissolved i said "Whew! well that could have gone either way...". bailey smiled and said "it did. up and everywhere!"
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