Tonight was long. It was loud and messy and everything it is every night and I was exhausted. Jaxon has a new study schedule in which he leaves before we wake and comes home around eight (bedtime) Monday thru Thursday. But, then has an early day on Friday and the weekend with us. I've already done nuke school and sea tours and can totally handle it but tonight I was just so DONE with my two little crazies. There was nothing particularly bad-just allot and I feel like I don't get enough breaks.
I don't know how many countless times I have sighed under my breath 'If only I had a nanny'. I often catch myself sneaking in to the office to work on The Mommy Entourage even though the beauty of it is that I do it when they are sleeping. I get so sick of Miss. Allies countless screeching and demands (she is almost two, after all) and I just want someone more 'qualified' to do this endless non-profit job. I am usually quite happy being with my kids and I like them on top of loving them (and yes, that is different-I love well...some family members-but liking is a whole different story) but if I could get any sort of 'help' gardener/ chef/ housekeeper/ nanny I think it would be a close tie between housekeeper and nanny------till tonight.
I boycotted my dinner dishes and decided to give my tired self a girl movie. I had gotten 'The Nanny Diary's' a few days ago and wanted some brain rest (that's what we call crap TV cause you don't have to use your brain-just watch it mindlessly) I actually really liked it and a part of it really got to me.
When my kid is sick-I'm the one sitting on the bathroom floor holding them all night so they don't touch the cold tile. When they are hurt-I am administering first aid and 'Mommy's magic kisses' and when they want just about anything it is always "MMMMMOOOMMMM"
Now, I understand that most every person that reads this blog is a regular person and has no nanny's and I sound foolish; but tonight made me grateful for all the times I actually schedule in a play time with my kids. To really play. Being with Miss. Allie all day and being WITH her is quite another story. She loves to play under her crib, but not alone, only when someone is with her and we can giggle together. So, as I pick up my skirt tomorrow and crawl my big black chick butt under there I will be glad that I'm not paying someone else to 'imagine' with my daughter. I have never heard the words 'No I want her to fix my owie' or 'I want her to put me to bed' because they know of no other than me and their daddy. 24/7 364 Korbin asked just the other day what exactly day care was and if he could hang out there or not because half his friends from kindergarten go there AFTER school. (holy freakin-long day for those poor kids) I was giddy that he didn't know what it even was.
When I worked and Jaxon wasn't home I always made sure I had an agreement (meaning pay) with another mother whom I was friends with and our kids got along with and it seemed to them just like an extended play date at a really fun kids house. I just really did not want them somewhere where I wouldn't KNOW for a fact that they were happy. Korbin asked once if I could go back to work again so he could hang out with his buddy more, but that was it.
And when I'm old and decrepit I will know that I'm not looking back with a 'kinder' sort of memories that keeps only the good ones I will be filled up with all the messes, bugers, puke, poo, laughter, fighting, sweat, and lovable wit (that came from Jaxon and I have no part in that at all) and I will remember every story they tell because I WAS ALWAYS THERE...
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Dammit!!!
Yes, Shannon and my mom-I am the cursing friend. I know. I'm going to hell. I will get on that right away.=) But I have reasons for my potty mouth. I finally got moved in and my stuff and settles and the computer fixed-meaning whole new computer and then...
I lost my camera.
No, our new house, job, ward, friends, school, The Mommy Entourage is not pretend we really do live here and now with all that money I have from moving cross country and buying a house I get to buy a new camera. So, dammit don't expect great pictures any time soon. Dammit, dammit, Dammit!
I lost my camera.
No, our new house, job, ward, friends, school, The Mommy Entourage is not pretend we really do live here and now with all that money I have from moving cross country and buying a house I get to buy a new camera. So, dammit don't expect great pictures any time soon. Dammit, dammit, Dammit!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Hell had an ice storm...
Hell had an ice storm! Though it has kinda been brewing for a few years; lets just start from the...start. In the year 1982 I was born to a domestic goddess of a mother. If we lived somewhere ugly I would never remember it because if she could use a paint brush, sewing machine, or a hot glue gun it would become beautiful. However I always felt that I never inherited that 'gene'-oh yes, I have pretty good taste and I know how to arrange things well and have always had an eye for a great product but to make it myself seemed out of my league.
Then I became poor. Enlisted Navy Wife with 2 kids poor. I still just didn't think I could make something as pretty as I could buy it. And if I wait long enough-everything goes on sale. But, then I attended many Super Saturdays in the Relief Society and started to pay attention when friends would mention that they put something together. Through time I felt a little different about not weather I could make something as beautiful but if I wanted too.
My family is a full time job yet I like to work, unfortunately here in Augusta the need for a make-up artist is small and I don't get a large opportunity for growth. So through much thought and a bit of trial and error-Don't look too closely at my first batch!! I have finally decided that I CAN create boutique quality gifts that have my flair. I'm always looking at decor and nick knacks, Holiday crafts and thinking to myself 'If I did that I'd do it this way or that'. As of October third 'The Mommy Entourage' will debut at a local festival favorite The Oliver Hardy Days. I am not looking to create an empire but I looking to make my neck of the world a better, sweeter and more beautiful place. And lets not kid around- Im not doing this non-profit! Look to further postings on products that I'm working on (loving that extra bedroom/now my work space) and ideas that come. I cant wait to start to next step in my evolution as a Woman and a Working Mom.
Then I became poor. Enlisted Navy Wife with 2 kids poor. I still just didn't think I could make something as pretty as I could buy it. And if I wait long enough-everything goes on sale. But, then I attended many Super Saturdays in the Relief Society and started to pay attention when friends would mention that they put something together. Through time I felt a little different about not weather I could make something as beautiful but if I wanted too.
My family is a full time job yet I like to work, unfortunately here in Augusta the need for a make-up artist is small and I don't get a large opportunity for growth. So through much thought and a bit of trial and error-Don't look too closely at my first batch!! I have finally decided that I CAN create boutique quality gifts that have my flair. I'm always looking at decor and nick knacks, Holiday crafts and thinking to myself 'If I did that I'd do it this way or that'. As of October third 'The Mommy Entourage' will debut at a local festival favorite The Oliver Hardy Days. I am not looking to create an empire but I looking to make my neck of the world a better, sweeter and more beautiful place. And lets not kid around- Im not doing this non-profit! Look to further postings on products that I'm working on (loving that extra bedroom/now my work space) and ideas that come. I cant wait to start to next step in my evolution as a Woman and a Working Mom.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
WORST MOTHER EVER!
Oh Yes, I totally am and here's why:
Last week I posted that my Korbin was sicky. Well this little fever turned into a major rash but he already has eczema! So, no worries we slap some of his usual ointment on his body and send him back to school on Friday. BTW he was home driving me crazy for two days acting fine just with some itching. On Friday, not even ten minutes after he gets off the bus to school the lovely school Nurse calls me for the second time that week "Mrs. Nelson obviously there is something very wrong with your little boy, he is scratching himself raw-DIDN'T you notice before you MADE him get on the bus? Come right away and get him!" Well the evening before his hands started to swell-odd but that's why God gave us Benadryl. OK he must have an allergic reaction but he can still learn, cant he? I call the doctor we've never met and explain the symptoms and guess what he says--It looks like he has HAND FOOT AND MOUTH! WHAT? Does Korbin go to school in a third world country? We look it up and the only way that's contagious is through-hold your breath-feces. Eeeeewwww. They say its not really contagious and all they would do is give him Tylenol so keep him happy and send him to school on Monday. We have to go to our already scheduled appointment on Monday for his immunization papers (whole other can of worms about how retarded Georgia is about that crap) I do not send Korbin to school cause he's still funky lizard boy. We show up to the new and fancy Doctors office and they look at him and say "Does your throat hurt?" Korbin says nope and he has no mouth sores or anything but they want to do a throat culture anyway. TWO minutes later the Dr. comes in and says 'Mrs. Nelson did you know your son has SCARLETT FEVER?" Yeah, I know and I thought I'd ignore it-OF COURSE I DIDN'T KNOW I CALLED YOU AND YOU SAID HE HAS HAND FOOT AND MOUTH!!! The doctor looks and me blankly and says "Yep he probably has both." This calls for a curse word-What the hell!!!
Korbin tell him he feels great if he could stop feeling like human sandpaper. They send me with a week of antibiotics and the Dr. says he will be great in a few days. I get in the car and apologise to Korbin profusely that I didn't rush him to the hospital sooner and have my sweet, handsome, smart, funny, delightful boy made whole again. He looks out the window and just says "Of course you didn't know-your just a mom." haha At least he's well enough to make a joke. I think.
Last week I posted that my Korbin was sicky. Well this little fever turned into a major rash but he already has eczema! So, no worries we slap some of his usual ointment on his body and send him back to school on Friday. BTW he was home driving me crazy for two days acting fine just with some itching. On Friday, not even ten minutes after he gets off the bus to school the lovely school Nurse calls me for the second time that week "Mrs. Nelson obviously there is something very wrong with your little boy, he is scratching himself raw-DIDN'T you notice before you MADE him get on the bus? Come right away and get him!" Well the evening before his hands started to swell-odd but that's why God gave us Benadryl. OK he must have an allergic reaction but he can still learn, cant he? I call the doctor we've never met and explain the symptoms and guess what he says--It looks like he has HAND FOOT AND MOUTH! WHAT? Does Korbin go to school in a third world country? We look it up and the only way that's contagious is through-hold your breath-feces. Eeeeewwww. They say its not really contagious and all they would do is give him Tylenol so keep him happy and send him to school on Monday. We have to go to our already scheduled appointment on Monday for his immunization papers (whole other can of worms about how retarded Georgia is about that crap) I do not send Korbin to school cause he's still funky lizard boy. We show up to the new and fancy Doctors office and they look at him and say "Does your throat hurt?" Korbin says nope and he has no mouth sores or anything but they want to do a throat culture anyway. TWO minutes later the Dr. comes in and says 'Mrs. Nelson did you know your son has SCARLETT FEVER?" Yeah, I know and I thought I'd ignore it-OF COURSE I DIDN'T KNOW I CALLED YOU AND YOU SAID HE HAS HAND FOOT AND MOUTH!!! The doctor looks and me blankly and says "Yep he probably has both." This calls for a curse word-What the hell!!!
Korbin tell him he feels great if he could stop feeling like human sandpaper. They send me with a week of antibiotics and the Dr. says he will be great in a few days. I get in the car and apologise to Korbin profusely that I didn't rush him to the hospital sooner and have my sweet, handsome, smart, funny, delightful boy made whole again. He looks out the window and just says "Of course you didn't know-your just a mom." haha At least he's well enough to make a joke. I think.
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