Is it just me?

We wait all school year for summer to hit..ahhh summer.. the time of relaxation.. fun in the sun...sleeping in...Getting out and having good old fashioned fun. Grilling out. Just a good time had by all. So why is it by August we are just DROOLING for school to get back in session. I will tell you why. Lean in. This is a doozie... its because of conversations like this:

"STOP LOOKING AT ME!!" (said to anyone at anytime but usually David to Emily)
"DON'T HIT ME!!" (Mary said to ALL her siblings who constantly beat her @@)
"WHY DO I HAVE TO CLEAN UP EVERYTHING...I DON'T MAKE MESSES!!" (Second verse same as the FIRST)
"IT WASN'T ME!" (said at one time by everyone including the dog)
"I DIDN'T DO IT!!!" (second verse same as the first)
"YOU ALWAYS BLAME ME FOR EVERYTHING!!!" (Mary.. AJ.. Steph... David.. Danny)
"I DIDN'T NOTICE IT WAS DARK OUT!!" (This was from Mary followed by my favorite line...)
"THEIR HOUSE DOESN'T HAVE WINDOWS!" (really?)
"HOW COME S/HE NEVER HAS TO DO CHORES??" (He does... as does she)
"YOU HATE ME!" (Mary)
"I AM RUNNING AWAY!!" (David.. who packed a bucket with toys and one pair of underwear. that should have gotten him til 5 PM.. it was 2)
"IS THE AC ON??" (said by me and Chuck)
"WHATS FOR DINNER? I HATE THAT!!" ( said by anyone on any given night)
"CAN __________ SLEEP OVER?" (usually answered yes)
"BUT I DON'T WANT TO CLEAN MY ROOM!!" (Said after they get told the condition of said sleep over...

Yes, the complaints go on and on..This is why I crave September. This and the peace and tranquilty of just me and Emily. AHHH.. School is coming back. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Rock on.. yes, I said it.. ROCK ON!

Le Sigh....

I know. I know. I said I would be around more, and I really did mean it. The problem is, other then Chuck, I just don't think I am very exciting--this blog is normally me complaining or sharing kids stories and pictures. I am no different then anyone who is out there blogging. And now I am stressed out over something that I have no control over... I am not a fan of that. I love control. I love being able to say "I got this" In my best George Lopez voice. But the truth is.. right now. I do not "GOT" this" My ex husband lost his job. Great timing huh? Its not necessarily his fault, yet it effects us. Our child support is due today, chances of seeing it... I hope good but I am not too optimistic. He is waiting for a check for his vacation pay, they say it was mailed, and he says when he gets it, he will put it in my account. Ok that's something. Then he did find a job but the pay he is going to be receiving is cut in half...oy. He has rent, and child support. Who does he cut? I am a bit on edge over it.

Anyways......On to happier news. We are now head on into back to school shopping. Last night Wally World had crayons for .25, pens for .75, loose leaf for .75, spirals for .15, and composition books for .50. This may not sound like much to get started but when you figure we need 30 spirals (yes, Chuck that means we need to go get more.. sorry!!), 15 composition books (second verse same as the verse.. sorry Chuck) This weekend is tax free in VA, we may try and get out to K-Mart and just see what else is out there. I love back to school, but I hate all the money we have to spend. Its depressing....but also a little exciting. David is going to kindergarten!!! Mary is in 5th Grade!!! AJ is a FRESHMAN (oooh Freshmeat.. he watchs Dazed and confused and is a little worried about Freshman friday... his sister. NOT helping), Danny is a sophmore.. and Stephanie....is... a SENIOR!!! OMG. (I think of Grease.. "And we're gonna RULE the school). AJ has already been informed "I am a senior, you are a freshman.. you do not exist in my world."

Ok now on to some funnies from the week. Baby Blues is stalking me again. And I can prove it. I have two Exhibit A:

How many of us have done the Mom spit thing? You know. .you get somewhere and holy cow the baby looks like she ate something but missed her mouth entirely.. The five year old is a dirt magnet that makes Pig Pen from Charlie Brown look like a neat freak... Mary is always sporting something on her face.. AJ plays baseball. there is NOT enough spit in the human body.. Danny doesn't shower and would DIE if I used Mom spit. .and Stephanie sadly is normally cleaner then me. but for the little 3 if I go somewhere and forget wipes. its ok.. cause "Patooey.. Mommys GOT this"

Exhibit B. Who has not had this happen:

You can not find a pen that works.. In walks the baby.. ink all over. Or in walks the teenager who dumps out her purse and wait.. thats mine. No I got it from a teacher. NO its mine. Fine MOM whatever.. sheesh. Yea though.. we have our share of ink on the face.. ok and crayon on the wall.. but I digress.....

So see its not horrible.. some things are funny, I am happy. I have a wonderful husband and some pretty kick ass kids... its just the little things that have me stressed.. Just breathe though .. right??

A long time ago....

In a Galaxy far away... ok.. no it was Earth.

But....

It was long before I was a mother of six, it was long before I

became that Mom who only wears ponytails.

Who only wears lipgloss and eyeliner when I go anywhere

If I remember at all.

When my clothes had namebrands and my perfume did too.

Yes, long ago.... 18 years on August 21.

The day I became a Mommy to Stephanie Diane.

The day Stephanie entered my life

and I became the mom of a beautiful tiny little girl.

August 21, 1991

4: 11 PM

6 lbs 4 oz

20 inches long.

18 months to the day after we lost her big brother

We welcomed this little girl who came out with such a scream!!

(and she hasn't stopped since)

So this blog (which is early)

is a giveaway blog.

I am giving away 18 tarts (6 bags of 3) courtesy of

the Lovely Louise at Dreamtarts.com

(scents to be determined soon!! I have lots to pick from lol)

And as always

I will throw something else in there to make this giveaway special

So whats the 411, the details the humdingers...

What do you have to do to win the prize?

I want birth stories or life stories

Tell me about when you had your first born.

Or

tell me what do you think Stephanie will become.

It can be serious.. it can be funny.

Just have fun!!!!

I am going to leave this open til August 14th

(one week before her bday!)

ITs official.....

I am old. yep. There I said it. I am old.

I can prove it.

Ok I am not one of those blue haired old ladies or I don't use a cane.

I don't complain about my arthritis (much).

But I am old.

I know this because as we were driving home I stopped and looked at my facebook (I was parked at 7-11 NOT driving.. ok good got that out) anyways..

I pull it up and see the lyric "Shush girls. Don't move your lips. Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips"

Seriously?

When did we decide it was politically ok to use Helen Keller as a sexual reference?

It annoys me.

To me, Helen Keller is a great american.

Not someone who should be talked about in a sexual fashion.

Ugh. As I said I am old.

I also find some music too loud.

I find that I get tired at 11 PM.

And I don't wear clothes that are too revealing.

I guess its ok to be old.

Not My child Monday

The lovely McKmama over at My Charming Kids has made today, Not my Child Monday. Now with six children surely we are laughs a minute... well we are, but there is hardly any I can think of that happened THIS week, so instead I am going to use funny moments from our past:

Stepanie-My lovely almost 18 year old and one of my best friends Michele's little girl Brittney came to visit one day. As we are sitting downstairs chatting we discover how painfully silent those two little angels were. Within moments down come our two children. .COVERED in Black sharpie. face, hands, hair, you name it.. it was covered. We can laugh now, but that day it was mortifying. To see them just speckled with ink. To this day she denies it and says NOT me, and today I can say Not my child but believe me.. it was.

Danny-came in from school one day a few months ago. He informs me that he broke is butt knuckle. Of course I sat there blankly thinking over my anatomy class and could never come up with butt knuckle. Hmm. .nope still can't. Nope, not my kid.. who created a new body part.

AJ-there is so much to tell. AJ and our friend Desere were driving to the movie. They were ahead of us, so I ask him where are you? he says "the Inspec shun stay shun" (the Inspection Station) but when he read it.. it sounded like he had a french accent. It was so funny.. but No my child would not be that goofy. (your welcome AJ for me NOT telling the story about the bad thing you DID not get caught doing.. cough)

Mary-in her infiite wisdom decided to cut a pony tail holder out of her hair. when busted with the evidence she says "but it wouldnt come out" its funny now.. at the time not so much.. shes still annoyed that she had to get her hair cut. but ya know if my kid DIDNT do it.. she would not have had to have it done. Nope not my kid.

David- This was last week. He was in the bathroom, I openned the door to see him standing there naked as a jaybird doing the circle dance. You know the dance all guys do with their hoo hoo moving it around in circles. Upon openning the door and busting David I hear "now the other way" and he did. I start to laugh and he says to me "DO YOU MIND!" Ok.. it was hilarious.... but it was NOT my kid.

Emily-would probably be last night Chuck is trying to get a kiss goodnight.. nothing. everytime he tries she turns her head. nothing. So AJ brings her over to me, she takes out the paci gives me a kiss good night looks at Daddy and giggles. He didnt find it hilarious but she and I both did :o)~ but again not my kid.. :o)~

So what have your kids done? Tell me and tell MckMama

Sometimes you feel like a nut...

Sometimes you don't. Nope, I have no idea why that is the title of this blog. I can come up with something witty.. and say "well I have been in the mood for macademia nut cookies" and its true but.. the truth is. I had nothing else to put there, and well that worked. Ok so basically, its a title to give me something to blog about.

I have been in a blog rut. What? a rut? You can talk to walls! yes, thats true, and after 5 minutes chances are I probably know that walls life story but the truth of it is, I am tired. and I started thinking "nobody is probably reading, I am not witty like some bloggers. I am not dramatic like some others. I am not pretty like others.. so who's reading it?"

Then I realized the other day, does it matter? I know Chuck reads it (hi Chuck) because the other night in the car he says "you have not blogged in forever!" Then there are others (hi Nikia, hi Louise, hi Tutu, hi Cystal.. if I missed you I am sorry) The thing is, when a rut hits you just decide that you need to step away until you miss someting. And I realized this week, (hang on for epiphany music) I missed it (Did you hear it??) . I missed having a place to vent, a place to brag. A place to just write.

So I am not gonna promise every day, because I am not sure I can do that but how about we promise to check in more often and definitely more frequently then every 18 days. Ok?

Can we be friends again blog world? what do you say? I am sorry I neglected you, I'll make it up. I promise!

18 days.

That is the last time I posted a blog. 18 days ago. I missed Not Me Monday, I didn't post anything else. Is it that I have nothing to say? Oh Heavens no. I have plenty to say, I am just usually yelling it through my crowded house. Summer vacation. only its more Summer... in that scary horror movie print. There is no vacation. Nope. We are stuck in the house, with the kids. Although we make trips to the beach often. We are tied to Hampton Roads this summer. Granted there are worse places to be tied to. In the past few weeks the following events have occurred and we have missed posting about them in my blog:

Stephanies Senior pictures. This young lady has grown into the most amazing woman ever, sometimes I wonder how she did it. I mean how do you turn out ok when you have parents who are so far from normal? but she did, and she did it with Class. She is self assured and beautiful. She is smart and witty. She is my daughter, and she's growing up right before my eyes.

There have been trips to the beach. Many of them. Sometimes 2-3 a week. Yea I know it doesn't sound like a rough summer but packing up 8 people for the beach is not always the picnic it sounds like. Trust me. And now for fun, lets add JELLY fish. They are not the fun little creatures Spongebob makes em out to be. They are these little evil things that well they made David and Stephanie get owies!! meanies!!

David turned 5. Sighs. I am not sure who gave that boy permission to grow up. I know it was not me. I thought I had paperwork somewhere that he signed that he agreed to stay little. oh wait. I think I voided that when I had Emily. sighs. He's five. He's going to kindergarten. He's so handsome and so sweet and so well David.

Mary. Well. Mary brings new meaning to the words save the Drama for your Mama. Because I am the Mama and I get ALOT of her drama but so does anyone else within a 100 mile radius.

Danny is off at Nana's, I am sure he is having a lovely time. I would be convinced if he called me, but I am chopped liver. He doesn't call. He doesnt miss me. He too is growing up Sighs.

AJ? AJ is all about baseball. Good thing I am supportive. Good thing I love the sport. Well and Good thing his team is 150% better then the Mets. AJ is having a ball with his new team. I am grateful for his coach and not sure how to ever thank him for everyting he has done.

We had July 4, a good friend came in to visit who I have not seen in almost 12 years. I am tickled we are back in touch, I missed him so. We have found more friends thanks to Facebook. Where would we be without the Internet?

Chuck is wonderful. sometimes I think he is oblivious to what I need but other days he seems to know me better then I know myself. I was sitting the other day looking at him on the couch across from me, and all I could think of was "This is my knight in shining armour and I am so lucky to have him". My stomach still butterflies when he kisses me, and my eyes still smile when I see him. That has to be good right? I think it is. Even if he doesn't still smile all the time, he makes me feel like he does.

And now I am left to me. I am here. I am exhausted just getting over the flu. I am convinced that life is what has been happening while I was making other plans. My ex got fired on Wednesday. Did I mention that? I am a wreck. That is $800 a month. I am sure he will find a job, but in this economy. I am worried. I am here. I am just going through the motions.

PS in case anyone is wondering both the cat and dog have embraced that summer is a time for rest and relaxation. Why can't we all be like them?