I am one of those women that got lucky in the Handy Husband dept. By and large he is a fairly handy man to have around. He can fix most things that need to be repaired, his only exception is anything to do with electricity. I am more than happy to call an electrician if need be.
Well yesterday was a DIY day for dear sweet hubster. He has purchased carshed to be put up at our home. This is great. The down side was we had to move it and put it up. This is where it got tricky. Thankfully we had extra hands in this task, in the form of my two oldest nephews, hubs brother and his wife. This little project was started before I got home from work, with Thing 1 and Thing 2...thankfully. My involvement came in when I received the phone call to come to their location and bring the power tools.
After about an hour and a half and several rounds of cussing, and swatting at wasp, and nephews climbing on top of car sheds, and the wifes being told to come move this but watch out for your toes, the project was disassembled. Now onto the fun part...MOVING this 18x18 monster. Thankfully the move was less than a quarter of a mile.
Hubs sends me to the next driveway up to watch for traffic. By this point I am feeling like either the one that watches out for Police during a drag race, or the wheelman in a heist. Either way it was rather comical. So Hubs calls to get the all clear, and as he pulls out of the drive to go to our house, I notice 2 heads bobbing up and down behind the trailer. The image gets clearer, and I realize it is my oldest two nephews, running being the truck to make sure nothing falls off. So I get a good hearty laugh out of this.
The project is pulled into its new home---my house. Then the reconstruction starts. This was suprisingly easy. It did however take 2 hours to complete, simply because it was pitch dark.
I am please to report that not one toe was smashed, not one finger pinched, and not one husband/wife spat took place. This in itself was a major accomplishment. Now to enjoy having a shed set up, mostly for cookouts and get togethers. First big to do is already being planned. =)
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Oh how I miss my routine
With school out for the summer, it took my school age child exactly 1 weekend to get out of his routine. His routine was very simple, homework done, eat, shower, bed by 830. Last night he finally managed to stay in the bed at 1045 pm. Also, while in school Thing 1 was out of bed at 715. He was pulled out of bed at 745 this morning.
This may not seem like a big difference in time, but as I remind my children almost daily..."Just because your out of school does not mean I don't have to go to work".
While it took no time to get out of his routine, I could start now working on getting it established again now, and roughly this time 8 years from now it maybe in place.
Sadly, I have gotten out of my routine as well. While my sleep routine is the same, which translates into never enough; getting up is an entirely different battle. August to June I am out of bed no later than 630. This morning I woke up early, and was fumbling through my house at 710. That translates into, this mama has her hair pulled back because it was not fixed otherwise due to lack of time. I could start now getting my routine back in place and it may finally stick 2 weeks after I retire.
The joys of summer.
This may not seem like a big difference in time, but as I remind my children almost daily..."Just because your out of school does not mean I don't have to go to work".
While it took no time to get out of his routine, I could start now working on getting it established again now, and roughly this time 8 years from now it maybe in place.
Sadly, I have gotten out of my routine as well. While my sleep routine is the same, which translates into never enough; getting up is an entirely different battle. August to June I am out of bed no later than 630. This morning I woke up early, and was fumbling through my house at 710. That translates into, this mama has her hair pulled back because it was not fixed otherwise due to lack of time. I could start now getting my routine back in place and it may finally stick 2 weeks after I retire.
The joys of summer.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
If Mama Ain't Happy
My little boys learned an important life lesson last night. Their daddy clued them in on this pearl of wisdom, as I was barking orders to clean their room. He calls the kids into the kitchen, and gets them in really close and says..."I don't know what you did to make your mama mad, but you need to learn right now, If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy". There was a little bit of conversation between them, and then the boys scurried off into their room to attempt to get it clean. It is still disasterous and shall be finished tonight.
This morning the lesson was continued. After nothing but fighting after being left with their Grandma for the day, I get a phone call roughly 2 hours into them being their. It was my mother in law. I had her put Thing 1 on the phone (he was almost in hysterics) and in a very stern voice I reminded him that he knew how to behave and if he and his brother could not get along playing board games then they didn't need to play them, and I had better not get another call. This was all followed by several Yes Ma'ams. He was then instructed to put Thing 2 on the phone. He was also in tears. I in an even sterner voice informed him if I get another call I will be coming to the house and handeling it. Again Yes Ma'ams followed. After checking with my mother in law a little later, I was assured that the boys were in fact behaving better. The fear of Mama worked.
I do not want my children to be afraid of me, and they by no means are, however I do want a healthy dose of "Oh Sh!t I screwed up and mama is gonna be p!ssed". Every child needs that, even at almost 7 and 4. It builds character. After all, if mama ain't happy, ain't no body happy" and we end up having to eat our beans at supper.
This morning the lesson was continued. After nothing but fighting after being left with their Grandma for the day, I get a phone call roughly 2 hours into them being their. It was my mother in law. I had her put Thing 1 on the phone (he was almost in hysterics) and in a very stern voice I reminded him that he knew how to behave and if he and his brother could not get along playing board games then they didn't need to play them, and I had better not get another call. This was all followed by several Yes Ma'ams. He was then instructed to put Thing 2 on the phone. He was also in tears. I in an even sterner voice informed him if I get another call I will be coming to the house and handeling it. Again Yes Ma'ams followed. After checking with my mother in law a little later, I was assured that the boys were in fact behaving better. The fear of Mama worked.
I do not want my children to be afraid of me, and they by no means are, however I do want a healthy dose of "Oh Sh!t I screwed up and mama is gonna be p!ssed". Every child needs that, even at almost 7 and 4. It builds character. After all, if mama ain't happy, ain't no body happy" and we end up having to eat our beans at supper.
Monday, June 20, 2011
There are many things in life we do, simply because they are good for you.
1) You eat your veggies, because they are good for your body.
2) We take vacations because they are good for your mind.
The list is too numerous to name of good for you stuff.
Something I am learning to appreciate is when things are good for your soul. Now I don't mean this in the religious sense. I mean the general sense of completion and contentment.
I had a good for my soul weekend, by and large. I got to spend lots of time with Thing 1 and Thing 2. I did some shopping although it was more looking for the best deal on drills and tool boxes then dress and things, but shopping is shopping. Then came the big event of the weekend. The "Things" and I headed to help a dear friend say "So long" to her 20's and a "well hello there" to her 30's. At this particular function were several people that I have known for my entire true adulthood. There have been a few new additions to this little group, and they are welcomed with open arms. There has also been the addition of children, who get along as famously as their mothers.
Having a select group that know you basically inside and out, and are there for you no matter what life throws at you, and they know you are there for them in return, can be described in one simple phrase... soul healthy.
My little circle is just that, little. Other than family my friends list is not that long. I prefer to keep a few "true close" friends rather than have a laundry list of acquaintances. It is far more easy to keep up with =).
I love when good for my soul events occur. It is what gives life the recharge that it needs in my world. Now that life is recharged, I think I need a nap =)
1) You eat your veggies, because they are good for your body.
2) We take vacations because they are good for your mind.
The list is too numerous to name of good for you stuff.
Something I am learning to appreciate is when things are good for your soul. Now I don't mean this in the religious sense. I mean the general sense of completion and contentment.
I had a good for my soul weekend, by and large. I got to spend lots of time with Thing 1 and Thing 2. I did some shopping although it was more looking for the best deal on drills and tool boxes then dress and things, but shopping is shopping. Then came the big event of the weekend. The "Things" and I headed to help a dear friend say "So long" to her 20's and a "well hello there" to her 30's. At this particular function were several people that I have known for my entire true adulthood. There have been a few new additions to this little group, and they are welcomed with open arms. There has also been the addition of children, who get along as famously as their mothers.
Having a select group that know you basically inside and out, and are there for you no matter what life throws at you, and they know you are there for them in return, can be described in one simple phrase... soul healthy.
My little circle is just that, little. Other than family my friends list is not that long. I prefer to keep a few "true close" friends rather than have a laundry list of acquaintances. It is far more easy to keep up with =).
I love when good for my soul events occur. It is what gives life the recharge that it needs in my world. Now that life is recharged, I think I need a nap =)
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Let their be music
I found out just before school was dismissed for the year that my child no longer has music class. This is something I can not fathom. Music was a staple when I was growing up. We all went into a pristine white room that had a huge( huge then, now not so much). We learned various songs that we would eventually perform in an assembly. Then came 5th grade. This was the year of the recorder. Looking back now, those little things are EVIL. However as a parent, I was actually looking forward to the days of cotton stuffed into my ears as my little darlings squeaked and squawked in an attempt to master the melody. I am saddened by this possible missed parenthood milestone.
Music to me is medicinal. It truly does soothe the savage beast. Thing 1, Thing 2 and I can be riding down the road, the Things in the back doing what they do best, and a song comes on the radio and for those 3 minutes, 22 seconds there is harmony. If it happens to be a song that we all like, the windows are rolled down, the radio is turned up and we sing at the top of our lungs. While it is not pleasing to the ears, it is pleasing to my heart. We are making memories.
Songs, tunes and little diddies have that effect. They are memory markers. For instance, "It's Raining Men" came on the office radio just the other day, and the first thing I thought of was my dear friend Amanda from my brief stint in college. I aptly let her know that she had been thought about because of that song on Face book. She responded basically that the song has the same effect on her.
It's the little things. The simple sounds that trigger the fondest memories from all periods of life. I can't imagine not having this in school. Our kids are robbed enough because of budget cuts, do they really need to take that away to boot? Now to figure out if there is anything that can be done about it.
Music to me is medicinal. It truly does soothe the savage beast. Thing 1, Thing 2 and I can be riding down the road, the Things in the back doing what they do best, and a song comes on the radio and for those 3 minutes, 22 seconds there is harmony. If it happens to be a song that we all like, the windows are rolled down, the radio is turned up and we sing at the top of our lungs. While it is not pleasing to the ears, it is pleasing to my heart. We are making memories.
Songs, tunes and little diddies have that effect. They are memory markers. For instance, "It's Raining Men" came on the office radio just the other day, and the first thing I thought of was my dear friend Amanda from my brief stint in college. I aptly let her know that she had been thought about because of that song on Face book. She responded basically that the song has the same effect on her.
It's the little things. The simple sounds that trigger the fondest memories from all periods of life. I can't imagine not having this in school. Our kids are robbed enough because of budget cuts, do they really need to take that away to boot? Now to figure out if there is anything that can be done about it.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Oh Friday, how I love you
Friday has got to be the most anticipated day of the week. How often do we hear, I am so ready for Friday, or Come on Friday. Well Friday is finally hear and it came in with a furry.
Today is the long awaited last day of school. It's the end of the work week. It's also the end of baseball season. My little sluggers will play their last game tonight. Life will be getting back to normal.
For the next few weeks Friday just means transitioning from one round of busyness to two days packed full of stuff. Beach trip, yard sale, birthday parties. Oh and not to mention the usual stuff of getting stuff taken care of at home.
Geesh that has made me tired. Oh Friday How I love you, but wow I need a nap.
Today is the long awaited last day of school. It's the end of the work week. It's also the end of baseball season. My little sluggers will play their last game tonight. Life will be getting back to normal.
For the next few weeks Friday just means transitioning from one round of busyness to two days packed full of stuff. Beach trip, yard sale, birthday parties. Oh and not to mention the usual stuff of getting stuff taken care of at home.
Geesh that has made me tired. Oh Friday How I love you, but wow I need a nap.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Summertime
Friday is the first official day of summer, as far as my 6 year old is concerned. It is the last day of school, and it is only a half day. This is slightly bittersweet for me. It means that another school year has come and gone; which means my sweet little baby boy is growing up. It also means that I am that much closer to my youngest sweet little baby boy starting school.
The biggest thing about school ending is that for the next two and half months, my boys will be together 24 hours a day 7 days a week. While I have no doubt that my boys love each other, they drive each other insane. On certain days they get along famously. Then there are the days that hearing the other one breath sends them into a rage.
I know this is to be expected of siblings. I just hate the thoughts of them driving my saint of a mother in law too crazy. She is the one that will be spending the summer with them. I think I shall invest in a nice little refere shirt for her now. I can't forget the whistle either.
The biggest thing about school ending is that for the next two and half months, my boys will be together 24 hours a day 7 days a week. While I have no doubt that my boys love each other, they drive each other insane. On certain days they get along famously. Then there are the days that hearing the other one breath sends them into a rage.
I know this is to be expected of siblings. I just hate the thoughts of them driving my saint of a mother in law too crazy. She is the one that will be spending the summer with them. I think I shall invest in a nice little refere shirt for her now. I can't forget the whistle either.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Sleep is a myth
Of all the things I miss about pre-child life, sleep is possibly the biggest. Nothing makes you realize that more than after months of "normal sleep", then having a little one wake up several times during the night, or in our most recent case early morning.
The youngest in the family is finishing up antibiotics for a double ear infection. The antibiotics apparently have taken a toll on his tummy, and cause the midnight ruckus. Normally whenever one of the boys wakes up at night needing something, they quietly walk into our room, and stand beside the bed waiting for me to realize they are there. Then I slowly come to conscieness and handle what ever needs to be done. Not this morning. The sounds coming from the boys rooms could have woke the dead, but actually woke a sleeping husband and older brother. So the youngest and I handle everything, and go back to bed. This was 350 am (when I looked at the clock on the oven I was so asleep I thought the oven was on).
So after this failry uneventful trip the entire house goes back to bed. Then the 530 wake up call comes. This is in the form of the youngest now standing at the side of my bed screaming uncontrollable, needing me to accompany him again because his tummy hurt. Hubs and oldest slept right through.
After this ordeal, and moving the oldest to my bed and the youngest to quarantine as a precaution, I settle back in bed. I figure I have roughly 45 minutes to sleep, we all know that is the best sleep anyway. 25 minutes into my attempt my cell phone begins making nose. What is it you ask? A text messege at 629 a.m. worded "What's up". Yes I did reply, no it did not say, not me. Because if a friend sends you a messege that early they are either drunk or needing to talk. Thankfully it was not the first.
So the day had started out rough, but slowly has progressed upwards. The oldest was early for school, I got to have a nice little chat with the teachers. I was 30 minutes early for lunch and am having lunch with a friend.
Just goes to show that even though days start out in the crapper, it doesn't mean it is always a sign of things to come.
The youngest in the family is finishing up antibiotics for a double ear infection. The antibiotics apparently have taken a toll on his tummy, and cause the midnight ruckus. Normally whenever one of the boys wakes up at night needing something, they quietly walk into our room, and stand beside the bed waiting for me to realize they are there. Then I slowly come to conscieness and handle what ever needs to be done. Not this morning. The sounds coming from the boys rooms could have woke the dead, but actually woke a sleeping husband and older brother. So the youngest and I handle everything, and go back to bed. This was 350 am (when I looked at the clock on the oven I was so asleep I thought the oven was on).
So after this failry uneventful trip the entire house goes back to bed. Then the 530 wake up call comes. This is in the form of the youngest now standing at the side of my bed screaming uncontrollable, needing me to accompany him again because his tummy hurt. Hubs and oldest slept right through.
After this ordeal, and moving the oldest to my bed and the youngest to quarantine as a precaution, I settle back in bed. I figure I have roughly 45 minutes to sleep, we all know that is the best sleep anyway. 25 minutes into my attempt my cell phone begins making nose. What is it you ask? A text messege at 629 a.m. worded "What's up". Yes I did reply, no it did not say, not me. Because if a friend sends you a messege that early they are either drunk or needing to talk. Thankfully it was not the first.
So the day had started out rough, but slowly has progressed upwards. The oldest was early for school, I got to have a nice little chat with the teachers. I was 30 minutes early for lunch and am having lunch with a friend.
Just goes to show that even though days start out in the crapper, it doesn't mean it is always a sign of things to come.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Simply Happy
I am openly happy with my life. Other than the typical ups and downs my life is simple, and content. My little family is made up of all boys, of course excluding me. I am surrounded by boys, and really don't think I could handle it any other way. Mud is a given, along with bugs, burps, and baseball. The person that helps me with this simple little family, is of course my husband. We have been together ten years, and married for seven and a half. I honestly can not remember life without him. Although he isn't perfect he is perfect for me. The best way to describe him is a good ole country boy. When we were dating, I asked if he was happy, and without hesitation he said he was content. After a little explanation, I realized, this is a wonderful thing.
We are not a couple that spends all of our spare time together, or has to fill all of our time together with chatter. There are many instances when we go several hours, and don't speak. Simply because we are content enough in our relationship to enjoy just being.
We enjoy our time apart, and treasure our time together. There are often times, we can just look at each other and know what the other is thinking, or feeling. We also know that the other doesn't have to go out of their way to impress the other. We can just be. For that I am eternally grateful.
I love my husband. He is my soul mate, protector, and shoulder to cry on when life becomes too much. He is a wonderful father, and just simply a great guy. I am a lucky lucky girl.
We are not a couple that spends all of our spare time together, or has to fill all of our time together with chatter. There are many instances when we go several hours, and don't speak. Simply because we are content enough in our relationship to enjoy just being.
We enjoy our time apart, and treasure our time together. There are often times, we can just look at each other and know what the other is thinking, or feeling. We also know that the other doesn't have to go out of their way to impress the other. We can just be. For that I am eternally grateful.
I love my husband. He is my soul mate, protector, and shoulder to cry on when life becomes too much. He is a wonderful father, and just simply a great guy. I am a lucky lucky girl.
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