Not enough caffeine in the world

coffee, coffee, coffee, caffeine, tea, oh I need it all. JUST HOOK IT TO MY VEINS! *this is a subtle hint to anyone to bring me timmies...if ya want. I love you...me love you long time?*

Surprisingly last nights adventures were not lead by the youngest little man. No he still isn't sleeping through the night. Last night it was the 3 year old one. He kept waking up last night in tears. He wasn't having nightmares or rolling out of bed. He was just plain thirsty. Funny thing is he would wake up long enough to come to the stairs and cry loud enough to wake the dead. I'd go and grab a glass and before I could get to the room with the water he was out cold sleeping peacefully. Go figure. Well I finally parked my butt by his door and waited with that glass of water and sure enough he woke up wanting water. I go in there and give him the cup and what does he do? He takes ONE TEENY TINY SIP. Not even a sip, maybe a half of a sip. Enough to make his lips wet. Really? I stayed  up until 2 am for this. Oh boy...you are lucky I love you little man!

That Friend

I gotta say I have a lot of friends and at this point I've really discovered the ones that are truly there for me through thick and thin. First off, there are my  adopted in-laws who have ensured that I am never without. Believe me this place is stocked up for Y3K. I love them like I've known them all my life, not because they stocked me up for the next three natural disasters. They are the ears that listen, the arms that hug, the hearts that love and the friends that give me that ounce of sanity when I feel like things are falling apart. That's so much more than this house can hold.
Then I've got the friendly neighborhood friend that is over at my house, listens to me cry and has put up with me for over ten years! Someone give this girl a trophy or a badge, OR SOMETHING! *I hear she likes screamers(mind out of gutter, mr. g's screamers)...just sayin*
There are also the friends that are here in spirit and show up as often as they can. One who came with clothes for the kids and said "sorry it's not much." It was everything. You should have seen the boys eyes light up when they saw the new jammies that actually matched. You should have seen their eyes light up when they saw that someone who hardly knew them, knew their favourite colors enough to buy them really cool shirts!
Then lastly, there is a friend, who will unfortunately, never come across this and know how much he is loved. Who has been there just watching over me for the last 7 years. We don't talk much, but he always has words of wisdom and at times it  was a pain to hear them and I would lash out on him. I think looking back,  I was angry because he was right and I didn't want him to be. He's always been right and  it shouldn't have taken 7 years to figure that out. His words have followed me everywhere and I usually grow a little every time he gives me advice.
Anyway,  my point is, I'm  incredibly lucky to have the friends that I do. I couldn't ask for more.

Photos and feelings of nostalgia

I've been potty training my oldest son and have tried so hard not to lose my temper with him. It's very trying on my patience and I do what I can. He has gone from "It's ok accidents happen" to a swat on the bum for deliberate disobedience and lying. The trick is maintaining consistancy for the most part. I've wanted to scream into a pillow, because of the advice I've been given and what definitely won't work. I don't want to admit it, but I'm sure that my 4 and a half year old son is NOT ready to train. Although my three year old is :S

Anyway I was looking at some old photos and came across this.

This is the little boy I was getting angry at. This is the little boy who made me so frusterated today.
I'm not going to lie, this made me bawl my eyes out and even now I'm still teary eyed. I think I need this picture printed and placed on my bathroom door to remind me to be patient with him and show him the love he needs right now.
When looking at this picture down the road, I don't want to cry again. Hopefully the next feelings of nostalgia are filled with happiness and not regret.

Thank you trigger happy mouse

I had a blog all written and thought up and I went to post and somehow clicked another link and ended up somewhere else. Go me! Anyway  it went something like : I meant to post one sooner,  blah blah, I've been busy blah blah Irish potatoes and whiskey, blah blah, kids are driving me crazy.

Truthfully, I've been rather busy lately. HONEST! I'm not just making that up. It started out with a birthday party on Saturday. I'm not talking about any  type of birthday party here. I'm  talking full on screaming six and seven year old prima donna girls (and one boy who made things really interesting) I sent baby off with Dad to go get some time together and escape the chaos that would surely ensue. As I was getting the party all ready to go I get a phone call saying I have custody of my boys who live halfway across the country, NOW! So I sat down on the couch took a few deep breaths and thought, "sure I can do this, I can get a birthday party ready in two hours and get my house ready for two more boys to come live with me all by tomorrow."

So I gotta say, I really wasn't expecting this, but it's going to be quite the adventure. So far  it's been nothing shy of entertaining
James: "Mommy, I really like this pencil...can I stick it in my ear?"
At least he asked first. I really can't complain  there.
Eldon: "Mommy can we have cookies for supper? Daddy and Manda let us!"
Me: "Much as I believe ya honey, I really doubt it. How bout we start with food instead?"
I  tell  ya the little guys are stinkers, but they sure are a hoot.

Anyway, I'll post something with pictures later...just for entertainment value.  Thanks for keeping up with me.

TLDR: I have custody of all four children now and I have literally no excuse for not writing a blog for the last little while.

A.D.D ...on the lighter side (the second d is for disorder)

For as long as I can remember,  I  have had A.D.D.. It is a royal pain in the caboose to say the least, but also has some minor entertainment value. I get asked a lot how it effects my day to day life and to be quite honest, it effects EVERYTHING I do. I can be talking with a friend for fifteen minutes and the next thing I know the other person is saying "WOAH! Hold up. How did we get to blue jeans when we were just talking about baby food less than a minute ago?" I can be reading a book and get sidetracked and then I end up having to flip back a few pages to where I last paid attention to the book. I can be doing the dishes and get easily distracted by something else that needs to be done, then I'm back in the kitchen looking at a sink full of cold water and the last of my dishes.

Anyway, my point is butterflies are pretty awesome. I like the monarch ones. Apparently they fly to freaking Mexico in the winter. I hope this weather gets better soon. I'm tired of shoveling all the snow off my balcony. I kinda wonder if I should put my bistro set out on the patio or on the balcony this spring.

Road Rage-a-holic

Today was a pretty boring and bland day. So the only thing I got going on is my completely unwarranted road rage. I'm probably one of the worst for this. I usually just yell like a coward with my window rolled up, so they can't hear me gripe and whine about how they didn't use their turn signal. Then I got to thinking I love other peoples road rage...it is awesome. Let's go through the stages of road rage shall we?

Stage 1: One hand off the stearing wheel

 

Note how the driver here is mildly flustered and has one hand off the steering wheel. Her body language depicts a sentence one might construe as "Really? Did you get your license from a cracker jack box bud?"

Stage Two: Both hands off the wheel 

note that this guy is pretty angry. Windows are still rolled up, but even his passenger is flipping us off. (see how nice I am? I even censored it for you. Oh MSPaint you are like the poor mans photoshop. I got mad skills I tell ya...I digress) One might think this guy is yelling some pretty profane words

Stage 3 OMG HER HEADS OUT THE WINDOW!!!!

This girl clearly wants you to know she's had it with you and she is mad. This is about the point that I'm cowering in my seat, reaching over nonchalantly to lock the doors and pray to whatever god will listen that the light will turn green before she does.

Stage Four: Smoothing out the wrinkles of an argument with a tire iron
I'm just gonna say right now...pictures are not necessary for this one. I've only seen this in movies and hope I never encounter someone this pissed. I imagine that one of these days I'll get in a minor fender bender with some guy who used Daddy's dollars to get a lift kit done on his pansy little Ford truck and has a tire iron that he thinks is a conversation piece and not a tool!

Anyway, so I fall under the cowards category of road rage. I usually start with a little bit of "Did you see that?" followed by a "What a *insert profanity*" Followed by a case of the "I shoulda's" You know what I'm talking about. I shoulda flipped him off. I shoulda sped up. I shoulda slowed down. I shouldna let him pass. I shoulda boxed him in.

Cooking With a Scatterbrain Mom and a Preggie!

So today we made moms famous no bake cookies. AKA skunk turds, haystacks, oatmeal droppings or $#!T cookies. Ya wanna recipe? go to www.allrecipes.com...what do I look like Betty Crocker, besides, if you finished this blog entry, you wouldn't take baking/cooking instructions from me.

these ones eh

Anyway, so the recipe calls for you to cook about half of the ingredients on the stovetop before mixing in the other half. Did we do this? No...that would have been too easy. It's much more fun to do this as a play so here goes my script.

The Tale of the No Bake Cookies

based on a true story

Enter stage right or stage left...I really don't care two ladies stirring ingredients in a gigantic bowl. 

Me: Does this look a little dry to you?

Ronnie (the fun pregnant woman...I stress the fact that she is pregnant, because she is quite possibly the cutest pregnant person that I know. She's glowing, she's happy and she is gonna make an awesome mom...wait...sorry I was writing a play here dammit):   Yeah it does...should I add some more milk?

Me: Nah...I'll just keep stirring it and it should be fine...you don't want it too watery anyway

about two minutes of silence passes as I aggressively try and stir and selvage this batter

Me:  Ya know my mom used to make these too...we called em $#!* cookies. Except that my mom would melt some of the ingredients first...oh...oops.

Ronnie: Uh...let me check the instructions....yepp...we were supposed to melt the cocoa, butter, milk and sugar together first.

Me: Of course

Still slowly stirring gritty concoction of sugary dry mess around in ginormous steel bowl, while pontificating the next step. (Oh God I love that word...pontificating...PON-TIFF-IH-CAY-TING...too cool. Damnit...I did it again...sorry guys. Back to the story)

Ronnie: Well we could scrap this stuff and make a fresh batch

*I swear she knows better. She lives by the rule "I may not throw out anything without Nicole's permission" Haha free spice rack.*

Me: no no....we can fix this...let's nuke this 

Ronnie's common knowledge saves me from putting big steel bowl in microwave. Transfer conglomerated mess into glass bowl. Nuke cookie batter for four minutes...batter is  good. 

We name the cookies Duke Nukem cookies...only cause we nuked em. I was very pleased with the results. They were good. My frugality and Ronnie's brains save the day...YAAAAAY!

END SCRIPT

Introducing the Scatterbrain

Let's start out by introducing the clan.  First off there is me...the scatterbrained mom. If it's not one thing, then it's two! (borrowed quote from someone I know...can't really remember who) I am a single mom with two awesome children in tow.  Why  are they awesome? Because they are both sleeping!

Secondly, there is my daughter. My one and only six year old girl. My little boy dressed in girl clothes. She's the one that can be coaxed to eat vegetables by telling her it'll put hair under her pits. She hates trends and sticks to her own unique little style. She has a mind of her own and will stronger than a mule. More to follow on that fun one.

Finally, there is the wee little man. He's only six months old so he hasn't developed too much of a ha-ha or a hum-drum type of personality yet. All I know the little guy loves to smile. He hears his name and it's instant grin from ear to ear.

Anyway,  with introduction out of the way, just read  my blog...ok?