Christmas Eve's Eve
 I can't believe tomorrow is Christmas Eve. It feels as if this entire year has just flew past me and left me foggy about the details. I know I was there, but it happened so quickly I'm not sure what all happened. Tomorrow morning we'll have breakfast then the boys get to open 1 gift each. They are old enough to figure out to go for the big boxes so I'm changing things up a bit this year. I'll choose three smaller gifts each and let them pick from those which to open. It will still have the excitement but I won't be worrying that they are opening the big gifts. Then tomorrow evening their father is coming to take them to his house for dinner. It is nice that they will get to celebrate that with him. I'll be home alone for the evening. Loverman is visiting his parents and sister and won't be back until after the first. He did surprise me with a small gift card to the movie rental place. I thought we had talked about it and were not getting each other gifts, so the card really surprised me. Now I'm trying to think of something small yet sweet to get him when he comes back. However with him out of town and the kids gone for most of the evening, and possibly the night as they were begging to sleep over at thir father's house, I'm a bit lost of what to do. I need a hobby. |
Snow Day!
| Oh, I've been so sick the last few days. I seemed to have caught a flu bug that was going around. Which is kind of funny since I did get the shot jut a week before. Thinking back I've gotten the flu every winter, sometimes two or more times each winter. And I've always had my flu vaccine. Guess it doesn't work as promised, huh? Bear and Bull are bouncing off the walls. There is a fresh blanket of snow outside and more falling down. They are desperate to go throw some snowballs and make a snowman. Now that my head doesn't feel like a balloon and I'm not falling down sick anymore I'm tempted to take them. Yet I cannot find their gloves anywhere! Winter coats, hats, and scarvs are all in the box where they should be. The gloves seem to have walked away though. I don't want to have to make a special trip to the store just for a couple pair of gloves. I guess I could put socks on their hands. I remember doing that as a little girl whenever i lost my gloves or if they were too soaked to keep wearing. Though I always had some warm woll socks to use and neither boy has a pair like that. Maybe I will make that trip to the store afterall. I can't just let their hands freeze! |
Lunch
 Loverman has meetings all afternoon, but he was able to stop by for an early lunch date. Nothing fancy, just noodles from a box and sauce from a jar. I wish I could cook some fancy, homemade dish but that's not about to happen. At least not until the kids are old enough to give me space and quiet so I can think. When they start screaming and whining and asking for 50 million little things my brain just freezes up. That's usually when we have PB&J for lunch and call it good.I'm envious of the moms who seem to have it together. My two are enough to make my skin crawl at times. Not that I don't love them, I do. But I grew up as an only child, I'm used to quiet and calm and time to think. But these two are nonstop screaming, running, jumping, talking, moving machines. The only peace and quiet I get is after they're in bed for the night, and then I'm trying to clean up the mess they created all day. Down the road a few houses is a mom that just blows my mind. She's home all day with 7 kids, homeschools them all, and is the picture of peace and tranquility. She's so soft spoken, relaxed, and sane. She's always well dressed, even wears make up! The woman even has a garden and makes almost everything she cooks from scratch! How the hell does she do that? I can't even turn on the oven without stopping 5 times to break these two up or get them off the furniture. So I made spaghetti today. Loverman brought the boys poptarts, which did not help the situation at all, while I tried to cook the food. Even before he got there the boys were climbing onto the table and jumping off. 30 times I told them to stop and 30 times they climbed back up as soon as I was in the kitchen. But now they had pure sugar in their systems, so as I tried to not burn the meat they ran around in circles in the middle of the dining room screaming at the top of their lungs. Loverman hid in the bathroom. We did have a nice lunch with limited fighting. Then he was off with a quick kiss, back to the land of grown ups and mettings and conferences. And I'm here, pretending to be working. Oh God, I hear someone screaming "mama!". That's my cue to go. |
The gentle sound of kids killing each other
| *sigh* I need a double shot of brandy in my coffee tonight. My sons went to their father's house today. His sister was over and brought her son and daughters which are roughly the same age as mine. She also brought double fudge brownies. Now the boys are wired on chocolate and too much excitement. They are running laps through the house, slamming into each other and taking toys from one another. The last 10 minutes have been non-stop screaming/crying/shouting from the both of them. I've given up trying to stop it and have taken to hiding in the bathroom with my laptop until it is either over so they are worn down enough to go on to bed. This is the part of single parenting I hate. I love being able to make the decisions without needing anyone else's input, at least most of the time. But moments like this I need back up, some one who can step in and help me wrangle them. They wouldn't dare act this way when their father is around, or even when Loverman is here. They know that both of them mean business. Mom is a big old sucker though. I just cannot handle the noise and the constant action, it becomes stimulation overload for me. I'll do anything to just have a moment of peace and quiet. Labels: Bear, Bull, family, me me me, single parenting |