What happened

Well true to my prediction the weekend went something like this:

wake up with the boys

They play like wild animals non stop while I watch my cooking show and try not to get a light saber to the head or my hand gnawed off

Husband finally gets up

to then become part of the pile of boys

He takes over playing the never ending game of Star Wars we have at our house

as well as being the human dog lounge chair 

and like every weekend we have toast...

and poached eggs for breakfast

this Saturday our day started with a play date with 3 year olds best friend

the park is always good for thinking deep thoughts...about Star Wars

Barnaby gets to have a play date of his own at the Dog Park, there is a lot more humping and peeing though at this park

on Sunday we finally said good bye to the hedgehog and got a hair cut

and of course there is lots more play time to be had

and by the end of the weekend mom is usually happy, relaxed, and a little worn out from all those feisty boys. 

Weekend

What are you doing this weekend? Here is what may or may not happen at my house this weekend:

Friday night is usually Zankou chicken night, where we order and pick it up. It's very exciting after a weekend of home cooked meals. 

Saturday morning I'll get up with The Puppy and the 3 year old and watch a cooking show while they climb on me and play until Husband gets up around 9am. Then we will usually lay around til 10am when we make eggs and toast. Then Husband starts cleaning the house/doing laundry while listening to music. This usually involves some wrestling with puppy and 3 year old. This weekend we have a play date with one of 3 year olds friends from school, whom we will meet at the park. I have never done an official play date that wasn't with a friend who had a child- versus a friend of 3 year olds who has parents. So it should be interesting. I'm curious to see if Husband attends. Sometimes he is very enthusiastic about family activities, and sometimes he just wants to veg out. Then we will probably eat some type of lunch. Usually salads or burgers or sometimes we just eat at home. This will depend on how well 3 year is behaving/moods etc. Then after lunch, it's nap time (one of my favorite times of the day).  3 year old will take a nap and often I will too. After nap it's time to take the puppy to the dog park for an hour. I do this while Husband wakes up 3 year old and gives him a snack. Then back at the house we loaf around until we figure out what we are doing for dinner. This Saturday night we may be going to an 80's themed birthday party. which is unusual for us since we never go anywhere, ever. I have left this up to Husband since these are mostly his friends, and he often flakes on plans. I announced earlier in the week that I would not be organizing any babysitter, since I did not trust that we would actually be attending said party. Husband also doesn't 'dress up' so the chances of us actually attending this party seem slim to me, but we'll see, the man still manages to surprises me after 10 years together. Sunday will be about the same, minus the play date and the party, but add in grocery shopping. Grocery shopping may be done as a family, or done individually depending on how the day is going with the 3 year old. This Sunday will also be minus dog obedience class (thank God) and add in a hair cut for 3 year old, who currently looks like a human hedgehog.

Hope your weekend is fun. see ya Monday!

Love,

Mommy D

decision

So this year with my job end date looming in the air like a fat fly buzzing around my head, I decided not to put pressure on myself in regards to exercise goals.

Usually I like t set a goal, make that goal, then create the next goal. It's just how I am. After last years triathlon, I had all these ideas:I would do a 100 mile bike ride in March and an Olympic length triathlon in May and then ease on into the Malibu triathlon in September. But now with the fact that my life will be completely changing in a few months after 8 years, I knew I couldn't do that to myself. Triathlons take dedication and commitment. It's hard enough to be away from my family to train for these things, let alone not know what my next station in life is going to be.

It's difficult for me to not have a goal. I'm still exercising daily like I always have, and if I want to do a 5k or 10k race I will. I want to keep my weight down, which means I need to have some type of routine, I just don't have it in me mentally to do more then a weekly routine right now. Husband is also dealing with his injury, which will be his set back for the next year, and without him to do all these rides and races with, that particular motivator is gone, which makes it a lot harder to say "hey see ya, I'm gonna take off and go ride my bike for 3 hours with your friends while you stay home and watch the kid and dog".

I'm striving for balance this year. That was one of my winter solstice/new years goals.I figure the world didn't end, so now I actually have to follow through, so annoying.

Birthing

Today we visited best friend #2 in the hospital, she had her baby! She had a girl so we know she will never have to deal with the torment that the rest of us feel with our crazy little boys who jump off the furniture. My son was actually moving furniture the second he could walk.

Seeing that new born baby reminded me of when I came home with my little bundle of joy. It was like entering the house with an alien who stayed awake all night, and wouldn't let you put him down otherwise he would cry like a ticking time bomb going off that you couldn't stop. Ahh the memories...

This is my baby

who turned into this...

mornings

My mornings are pretty hectic. Things had started to settle down and then we got a puppy, and by puppy I mean a 40 pound boxer mastiff mix that still chews everything, bites everything and doesn't exactly listen. I actually potty trained my 3 year old and the puppy at the same time-that's a lot of poop and pee!

Each morning is also unpredictable. Like take yesterday for example: the puppy slept on the couch the entire morning, thus enabling me to get the 3 year old ready even with his usual difficult negotiating tactics. I swear that child could negotiate his way out of an FBI building if he had to, simply by saying "no" to everything said to him. Today was not so easy. The puppy was very much awake and very much in the way the entire time I had to wrestle the 3 year old through our morning routine. Between the biting, the chewing of 3 year olds toys, 3 year olds whining, crying and pouting, I about lost my mind. Friend said to me today later at work: "I thought about you this morning, because its finally gotten easier (with her 2 year old) and I thought why on earth did she get a puppy?"

I've asked myself this question a thousand times, especially this morning when the puppy had not been to the dog park within 24 hours and is very rambunctious when he doesn't get to go to the park. The only answer I could come up with: that when he is finally done being a puppy, we will be happy that we put in the work, cause he is our dog through and through. I have to tell myself something to get through the days.

This morning while I was getting ready in the 30 minutes I have allotted after I have walked the puppy and before the 3 year old wakes up. I was in mid foot into legging when I heard a sound. The puppy had busted into the 3 year olds room while he was still sleeping and was standing next to his bed staring at him. Oh my god! I don't have a spare second for you to wake that child up any earlier then I need him to get up. I finally got him out of the room and closed the door. I finished getting dressed and then went in to wake up the 3 year old, who was still thank God sleeping soundly. What does the puppy do? He busts past me and takes a running jump onto the 3 year olds bed propelling the 3 year old about a foot into the air! Looking up from a dead sleep, 3 year old seems confused. "GET OUT OF THERE!" I scream and he bounces off the bed only to begin chewing on one of 3 year olds toys.

These are my mornings. I didn't even go into what I have to deal with just to get 3 year old dressed and out of the door. I feel like I'm waiting for something, waiting for the craziness to stop, waiting for these two to grow up a little into a more reasonable age, waiting for God to strike me with the knowledge of how to deal. Until then expect to hear from me  A LOT on this topic.

Winter of discontent

When I said I would post everyday, I didn't mean the weekend silly! Trying to blog on the weekends is like trying to wear a ball gown to the dentist, it's wildly inappropriate, and inconvenient with a house full of boys who constantly need attention. 

This past weekend wasn't awesome, and not really blog worthy any way. Husband got a respiratory infection fever on Saturday night, right at the exact moment I was wishing something heavy would fall on him for being such a asshole all day long. At least his terrible demeanor can be explained...sort of. Meanwhile, I have started to recover from this terrible flu and am feeling much better, yay me!

Someday maybe everyone won't be sick at my house, and we can actually have fun again. The highlight of my weekend was washing my hair on Saturday night. I was really decadent and outrageous and spent the time to blow dry (only because everyone else was sleeping). Then there was my glamorous trip to the grocery store, which I got to do alone, also another embarrassing luxury. This is when I realized that my life is not that fun right now.

Most kids sleep with a teddy, a blankie or some sweet stuffed creature. My kid cuddles with his light Saber.

New Year

I couldn't possibly catch you up on everything that has happened. But I can promise to post every day even if its just a one liner.

Today's news: I'm getting over the flu, not the stomach, but the death flu that's been going around. Four days of fever and sweating all night long. Last night I changed my clothes five times during the night because I was drenched in sweat. Guess what? I'm tired of being sick.

In October and November I had Bronchitis, then an ear infection thing. Then I was free and clear for two weeks, TWO WEEKS before I got the flu. I'm going to kill someone if I get sick again reasonably soon.

Besides all that, the home life is pretty nuts. Puppy + 3 year old boy + Husband = Mommy goes nuts more days then not.

I'll leave you with this.