Okay, it's the end. I finally crossed over. I just turned 41! One step closer to 50, and doom! LOL Nah, just kidding. I could care less about my age. Otherwise I wouldn't have had 2 kids in my mid to late 30's! The only thing I contend with is pain from playing in the floor too long. Hey, I have had that for a long time. My Mom passed away in December of last year. I really missed her birthday phone call. My Dad didn't call me. Don't know why. I don't know if he forgot, or if he just couldn't handle it. He called on Mother's Day, but not my birthday.
Okay, on to other complaints. Well, Mr. Picky (aka the 2yo) has finally decided to eat different things besides peanut butter, bananas, cereal and bread. The only drawback to this is he won't eat it unless I feed it to him. This too shall pass! The 5yo has suddenly grown an attitude the size of Texas. She demands, rather than asks for stuff. She speaks to me in stacatto tones, and sometimes just snarls. WTH?!! Where is my sweet little girl, I want her back. Is this a portent of things to come in teendom? If so, then please God let me go through menopause while she is still young! She won't pick up her toys, and begs me to help even though I point out that I was not involved in making the mess. She complains that the 2yo helped, but that he is too little to help. "Well," I say "show him what to do, and he will help a little." "Just help me, Mommy." she demands! I hope kindergarten will help! Poor teachers! And to think, I actually wanted to teach kindergarten! I think now I would opt for older kids. Those who aren't screaming and crying for their Mommies, and have a few manners and control.
Confession: I should be waking the 5yo early, for the next two weeks, to prepare her for the start of school, but I need "me time" too! The only me time I get is when I hide in the bathroom with a book after hubby is home. Now, if only I could remember that darned key!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
What's for Dinner?
The husband and I go through the same thing every day - What's for dinner? Well, what do you want to fix? What are you in the mood for? I don't want that. The kids won't eat that. Let's just have pizza!
We get tired of it. It's not easy, as anyone knows - especially moms -, to plan ahead for meals. So, we usually wind up deciding just in time to throw something together, or open a can, or pull something out of the freezer. We eat fairly healthy regardless. My cholesterol has miraculously dropped 60 points in the last 2 years.
The daughter will eat just about anything. Although at times she refuses, and we have a big fight on our hands. The son is the pickiest eater I have ever seen! He has a very small list of "will definitely eat that" foods - peanut butter, grilled cheese, Spongebob macaroni (this is the only kind he will eat, and will only eat it if he is in the mood), and pretty much any cereal we put in front of him. He will sometimes eat chicken nuggets, and sometimes I can get him to eat meatloaf. He likes ketchup, apples and sometimes pancakes w/peanut butter on them. I sometimes hit the jackpot, and he will eat everything I give him. Then the next time I offer him the same thing he either cries, pushes it away or throws it in the floor. The son will not eat leftovers (or eggs) - ever! I give him a platefull of whatever I fix, he doesn't eat it, he gets a peanut butter sandwich and an apple wedge. This too shall pass - I hope!
The husband could eat pizza any day of the week, and has at times had it almost every day. We make our own a lot, and have found a great crust recipe. The Pizza-Holic is currently perfecting his sauce recipe. We use no salt tomato sauce, low fat cheese and fresh vegetables.
Most of what I suggest just gets tossed aside, so I usually just let him tell me what to fix. He then gets mad at me because he is making all the decisions. I offer suggestions - he shoots them down. What else am I supposed to do?
So, here I am again, it's Monday and I am trying to decide what to fix for dinner! Not in the mood for anything, and I still have to fix lunch. Oh well, as usual, I won't start to panic until around 3:30. :0P
We get tired of it. It's not easy, as anyone knows - especially moms -, to plan ahead for meals. So, we usually wind up deciding just in time to throw something together, or open a can, or pull something out of the freezer. We eat fairly healthy regardless. My cholesterol has miraculously dropped 60 points in the last 2 years.
The daughter will eat just about anything. Although at times she refuses, and we have a big fight on our hands. The son is the pickiest eater I have ever seen! He has a very small list of "will definitely eat that" foods - peanut butter, grilled cheese, Spongebob macaroni (this is the only kind he will eat, and will only eat it if he is in the mood), and pretty much any cereal we put in front of him. He will sometimes eat chicken nuggets, and sometimes I can get him to eat meatloaf. He likes ketchup, apples and sometimes pancakes w/peanut butter on them. I sometimes hit the jackpot, and he will eat everything I give him. Then the next time I offer him the same thing he either cries, pushes it away or throws it in the floor. The son will not eat leftovers (or eggs) - ever! I give him a platefull of whatever I fix, he doesn't eat it, he gets a peanut butter sandwich and an apple wedge. This too shall pass - I hope!
The husband could eat pizza any day of the week, and has at times had it almost every day. We make our own a lot, and have found a great crust recipe. The Pizza-Holic is currently perfecting his sauce recipe. We use no salt tomato sauce, low fat cheese and fresh vegetables.
Most of what I suggest just gets tossed aside, so I usually just let him tell me what to fix. He then gets mad at me because he is making all the decisions. I offer suggestions - he shoots them down. What else am I supposed to do?
So, here I am again, it's Monday and I am trying to decide what to fix for dinner! Not in the mood for anything, and I still have to fix lunch. Oh well, as usual, I won't start to panic until around 3:30. :0P
Introductions and general Monday ramblings
I am a 40 year old mother of 2 - the son (2) and the daughter (5). I have been married for 20 years. I know, I know. You're thinking, "yeah, so. Sounds like my life." Yes, it does. I'm just your normal, everyday, red-blooded American mom. My life is run-of-the-mill. Some may even say boring, but it's mine. I just want all the mothers out there like me to know that they are not alone.
Let me give you a little background. My husband and I both lost our Moms last year, and almost lost both our Dads this year. I had to quit work to take care of our kids because it didn't seem fair to give nearly my entire salary to have strangers watch my kids just so I could be with adults all day. So, I have been with them 24/7 for a year now. The daughter is starting kindergarten this year, and the son can be put into an affordable daycare when he turns 2. I have contemplated going back to work, but just don't know if I want to yet. The ideal would be for me to stay out of the workforce until the son is in kindergarten, but that would be 3 more years. Believe me, I have searched for things to do from home! To no avail.
The daughter is starting kindergarten, but acts like a teenager in her lovely demeanor. I always said, when I saw the meltdowns in the grocery store or wherever, that "My child will not act like that." Ah, naivety! I held this misconception that I could actually control my children and get them to do what I want. That they will always be polite, and quiet, and well-behaved when we are out in public. HA! Maybe if they were like the dolls I played with as a child! The daughter begs for everything she sees, always has to go potty in the middle of grocery shopping when the bathroom is half way across the store, and goes into fits when she doesn't want to do something I need her to do. The son is a little better, but come on, he's not yet 2. He loves to emit high-pitched squeals in WalMart. The longer and louder the better. He pulls things out of the back of the cart, and throws them in the floor, he crushes Daddy's potato chips with repeated blows from his elbows and he tears hamburger buns apart through the bags (of course I don't realize this until I am home, and putting the groceries away). No, he's the sweet one.
Well, I may have gotten off topic a little, but I did say ramblings. This is me, in a nutshell. I am: a Mom, a wife, a friend, a daughter, a sister, an Aunt, a creative soul, vulnerable at times, SuperMom at others, but mostly I am me...just a Southern Mom trying to survive day by day, and not lose my mind or myself.
Glad to meet you, and I hope you enjoy reading my ramblings from time to time. I look forward to getting to know you, and hopefully help brighten your day.
Let me give you a little background. My husband and I both lost our Moms last year, and almost lost both our Dads this year. I had to quit work to take care of our kids because it didn't seem fair to give nearly my entire salary to have strangers watch my kids just so I could be with adults all day. So, I have been with them 24/7 for a year now. The daughter is starting kindergarten this year, and the son can be put into an affordable daycare when he turns 2. I have contemplated going back to work, but just don't know if I want to yet. The ideal would be for me to stay out of the workforce until the son is in kindergarten, but that would be 3 more years. Believe me, I have searched for things to do from home! To no avail.
The daughter is starting kindergarten, but acts like a teenager in her lovely demeanor. I always said, when I saw the meltdowns in the grocery store or wherever, that "My child will not act like that." Ah, naivety! I held this misconception that I could actually control my children and get them to do what I want. That they will always be polite, and quiet, and well-behaved when we are out in public. HA! Maybe if they were like the dolls I played with as a child! The daughter begs for everything she sees, always has to go potty in the middle of grocery shopping when the bathroom is half way across the store, and goes into fits when she doesn't want to do something I need her to do. The son is a little better, but come on, he's not yet 2. He loves to emit high-pitched squeals in WalMart. The longer and louder the better. He pulls things out of the back of the cart, and throws them in the floor, he crushes Daddy's potato chips with repeated blows from his elbows and he tears hamburger buns apart through the bags (of course I don't realize this until I am home, and putting the groceries away). No, he's the sweet one.
Well, I may have gotten off topic a little, but I did say ramblings. This is me, in a nutshell. I am: a Mom, a wife, a friend, a daughter, a sister, an Aunt, a creative soul, vulnerable at times, SuperMom at others, but mostly I am me...just a Southern Mom trying to survive day by day, and not lose my mind or myself.
Glad to meet you, and I hope you enjoy reading my ramblings from time to time. I look forward to getting to know you, and hopefully help brighten your day.
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