so the last few days have been smothered with me crying over things, things that in their respective moments seem huge. minutes later they don't seem so bad, but I cried anyway.
Take for instance my sons (and my daughter) and their endless horrible manners at the table. We have tried a myriad of different things to get them to understand that bad manners at the table are just not except-able: Time-outs, "the look", removal from the table till the rest of the family is finished eating, etc, etc, etc... The frustrating part is that it seems that everysingletime we sit down to eat, the chomping of the food, the farting, the belching start, and today I had enough.
I was standing in the kitchen making pancakes for the oldest after he less than politely asked for seconds. The conversation at the table was not what I want modeled in my home, gross, disgusting comments about butts, and boogers, and poop, and farting, and burping and laughing through the whole thing like they live in a frat house. I had already given the look, asked them to refrain from talking like that at the table, and what do I get: Nothing. They look at me like I'm some ignoramus and I had enough (I already said that, moving on). I grabbed my wooden spoon from its holster. marched to the table. Summoned up the crazy person inside me and yelled in the meanest angriest voice that: I. HAVE. HAD. ENOUGH. (along with some other stuff, no swearing or belittling just the usual, do you understand me, are you listening...blah, blah, blah). I smashed my wooden spoon on the table so hard it split right down the middle (*damn-it! that wasn't supposed to happen*) I returned to my side of the kitchen to internally beat myself up for totally going all crazy on my kids and looking like a complete freak.
It is quiet behind me they are busy staring at the back of my head with their jaws hanging open, when I hear a small voice whisper "Hayden, should we say "Run for your lives" and go in the livingroom?"
Monday, February 13, 2012
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
thanks for the reminder Lord
Did you ever have the realization of just how amazing your children are?
This feeling of total awe has waved over me several times in their small lives thus far. Sometimes i loose sight of their "pure awesomeness". I get caught up in their, seemingly endless obnoxious and annoying behavior, along with the notion that all I do is yell and scold them all day long. But then something like this happens:
today, while walking Cameron to school, somewhat lost in thought about what at this moment feel like "big" things, he nudged me. I looked down at him. And he just smiled up at me "I love you mom". And we walked on. *Sigh*
** I don't deserve this Lord. It was less than 15 minutes ago I yelled at him to "get away from me" ... he was pestering me about some remote control train: "can we please mom, please, can we, can we, mom, mom, mom, can we, can we, can we, please MOM! ... How is it that he has totally forgotten that already and looks at me like I'm some angelic creature. I haven't washed my face, I'm sure I have eye make-up rubbed on my face creating raccoon eyes, have I even brushed my teeth today?. **
A few minutes later we were at the mouth of the school driveway where we typically part ways. He takes a few steps then turns around and says "oh, I almost forgot, Kiss. Hug." we do. He skips off I smile and say have a great day Cam he turns around all smiles and says "Have a great day too mom!"
Thank you God for my kids. They are truly amazing little people, with big ideas, and dreams of the future. My prayer is that I do the best I can with what I know during the time that they are with me. Please Lord, give me strength and open my eyes to more of the awesomeness that you hand crafted in their personalities.
This feeling of total awe has waved over me several times in their small lives thus far. Sometimes i loose sight of their "pure awesomeness". I get caught up in their, seemingly endless obnoxious and annoying behavior, along with the notion that all I do is yell and scold them all day long. But then something like this happens:
today, while walking Cameron to school, somewhat lost in thought about what at this moment feel like "big" things, he nudged me. I looked down at him. And he just smiled up at me "I love you mom". And we walked on. *Sigh*
** I don't deserve this Lord. It was less than 15 minutes ago I yelled at him to "get away from me" ... he was pestering me about some remote control train: "can we please mom, please, can we, can we, mom, mom, mom, can we, can we, can we, please MOM! ... How is it that he has totally forgotten that already and looks at me like I'm some angelic creature. I haven't washed my face, I'm sure I have eye make-up rubbed on my face creating raccoon eyes, have I even brushed my teeth today?. **
A few minutes later we were at the mouth of the school driveway where we typically part ways. He takes a few steps then turns around and says "oh, I almost forgot, Kiss. Hug." we do. He skips off I smile and say have a great day Cam he turns around all smiles and says "Have a great day too mom!"
Thank you God for my kids. They are truly amazing little people, with big ideas, and dreams of the future. My prayer is that I do the best I can with what I know during the time that they are with me. Please Lord, give me strength and open my eyes to more of the awesomeness that you hand crafted in their personalities.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Introduce yourself to your statistics classmates
Hi everyone, Jill Daniels here. I live in Hamilton, NY home of Colgate University. I am currently a wife and stay-at-home mama of three (Hayden a kindergartner and currently wishing Santa had brought him his two front teeth for Christmas, Cameron a 4 year old with some killer dance moves, and Bailey my baby girl who is seconds away from running away with Cirque du Soleil. Oh, and I'm a part-time waitress at Rusch's Bar and Grill in the booming metropolis of downtown Hamilton.
The last experience that I recall involving Statistics was the year 2000 which was the LAST math class I took as an undergrad student. Also upon recalling my grade in that class I would have to state: Statistics = Fear. I am currently holding down a 4.0 GPA (first time I my life!) and it is my fear that statistics will be the demise of that grade point average.
I would have to say my biggest questions or concerns about this course are; (1) do I currently know enough “statistics” to be able to do what will be required of us in this class; it has been a long time since 2000. And (2) Will I be able to juggle my life, job and school work while maintaining my academic goals.
The slogan that best describes me at this phase in my life = “Sometimes you feel like a nut; Sometimes you don’t”. Granted, I know this is asking you to choose between Almond Joy and Mounds chocolate bars (personally I would just take both), but for me it is a direct reflection of where my brain is at. For those of you who have brought children into this world, hopefully you can sympathize with me in that there is truly an internal connection between the placenta and the mother’s brain cells. When the placenta is delivered so is a portion of the mother’s brain. For me it was a triple whammy! I lost 1/3 of my brain is just less than 3 years! Sometimes I feel as if my brain walked out on me and sometimes I don’t, I swear I didn’t used to be this scatterbrained!
The last experience that I recall involving Statistics was the year 2000 which was the LAST math class I took as an undergrad student. Also upon recalling my grade in that class I would have to state: Statistics = Fear. I am currently holding down a 4.0 GPA (first time I my life!) and it is my fear that statistics will be the demise of that grade point average.
I would have to say my biggest questions or concerns about this course are; (1) do I currently know enough “statistics” to be able to do what will be required of us in this class; it has been a long time since 2000. And (2) Will I be able to juggle my life, job and school work while maintaining my academic goals.
The slogan that best describes me at this phase in my life = “Sometimes you feel like a nut; Sometimes you don’t”. Granted, I know this is asking you to choose between Almond Joy and Mounds chocolate bars (personally I would just take both), but for me it is a direct reflection of where my brain is at. For those of you who have brought children into this world, hopefully you can sympathize with me in that there is truly an internal connection between the placenta and the mother’s brain cells. When the placenta is delivered so is a portion of the mother’s brain. For me it was a triple whammy! I lost 1/3 of my brain is just less than 3 years! Sometimes I feel as if my brain walked out on me and sometimes I don’t, I swear I didn’t used to be this scatterbrained!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
confessions of a bitchy housewife
so...this week has been one of those weeks that I could just feel irriatation coursing through my veins. The whining and complaining of three young children didn't help the situation much. Nor the fact that I was mentally prepared to be sitting on an island in the middle of a lake in the Adirondack mountains today....and, um yeah, obviously that didn't happen.
This all started toward the end of last week when I was on the verge of booking the campsite and was watching the forcast, which was looking very promising, and Brian told me to hold off that his co-workers father was sick and may need surgery. If that was the case we may not beable to go, because he would need to be at work. So optomistic, I get back on Reserve America website put in the campground, check on every single day from here to the end of July with a two night avaliability.....NOTHING! (irritated, yes. hoping we can still go, absolutely. Being totally selfish, yes. proud of that, no. ) So the days are ticking by...Brian still knows nothing concerning whether he will beable to leave work or not... the forcast is improving with every passing day the temperature is rising for the Saranac Lake region....the campsite we want is still open... my excitement to go somewhere other than Poolville Rd is mounting.... it now all comes down to the answer Brian will give upon is return from work (which would leave only hours to get packed so that we could hit the road by 8 A.M.) But....that answer was, Nope, not gonna happen.
I was dashed against the rocks of reailty, acted like a spoiled bart (I totally see where my children get it from, damnit if at 30 I didn't act just like them) I sulked and carried on all evening. At some point I sat down at the computer to pour over the campground again, seeing if by anychance there had been a cancelation. And low-and-behold an island had opened up and is currently avaliable this weekend and next week.
One of many reasons why I love Brian, he was supposed to play in a gold tournament this weekend, and unlike his selfish, bitchy wife, he is currently seeking someone else to take his place* so that we can go camping this weekend.
*seeing his unselfishness and the total control of his emotions, I feel very embarrassed and ashamed of the way I have behaved this week**
**I did confess to being a total brat and appoligized, but it surely didn't make up for the way I acted.
This all started toward the end of last week when I was on the verge of booking the campsite and was watching the forcast, which was looking very promising, and Brian told me to hold off that his co-workers father was sick and may need surgery. If that was the case we may not beable to go, because he would need to be at work. So optomistic, I get back on Reserve America website put in the campground, check on every single day from here to the end of July with a two night avaliability.....NOTHING! (irritated, yes. hoping we can still go, absolutely. Being totally selfish, yes. proud of that, no. ) So the days are ticking by...Brian still knows nothing concerning whether he will beable to leave work or not... the forcast is improving with every passing day the temperature is rising for the Saranac Lake region....the campsite we want is still open... my excitement to go somewhere other than Poolville Rd is mounting.... it now all comes down to the answer Brian will give upon is return from work (which would leave only hours to get packed so that we could hit the road by 8 A.M.) But....that answer was, Nope, not gonna happen.
I was dashed against the rocks of reailty, acted like a spoiled bart (I totally see where my children get it from, damnit if at 30 I didn't act just like them) I sulked and carried on all evening. At some point I sat down at the computer to pour over the campground again, seeing if by anychance there had been a cancelation. And low-and-behold an island had opened up and is currently avaliable this weekend and next week.
One of many reasons why I love Brian, he was supposed to play in a gold tournament this weekend, and unlike his selfish, bitchy wife, he is currently seeking someone else to take his place* so that we can go camping this weekend.
*seeing his unselfishness and the total control of his emotions, I feel very embarrassed and ashamed of the way I have behaved this week**
**I did confess to being a total brat and appoligized, but it surely didn't make up for the way I acted.
Monday, July 12, 2010
For Sale
Three Children for sale!
Three Children for sale!
Three crying and whining young
children for sale!
I'm really not kidding.
So who will start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickel?
A penny?
Oh, isn't there, isn't there,
isn't there any
One kid who will by this five, three and two year old for sale,
These crying and whining young
children for sale?
its been a rough day today! and to think summer is only weeks underway!
Adapted from Shel Silverstein's origional poem "For Sale"
Three Children for sale!
Three crying and whining young
children for sale!
I'm really not kidding.
So who will start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickel?
A penny?
Oh, isn't there, isn't there,
isn't there any
One kid who will by this five, three and two year old for sale,
These crying and whining young
children for sale?
its been a rough day today! and to think summer is only weeks underway!
Adapted from Shel Silverstein's origional poem "For Sale"
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Life is great
So...Hey, Blog! it's me.
did you miss me?
I missed you.
I have been so busy typing crazy projects and powerpoint presentations and reading major life changing controversial issues. But that's all done for now. I have until the end of august to get my house clean and enjoy my kids, with out yelling at them to be quite and let-me-be while I read research articles and classmates posts. What a relief it was last night to beable to sit and watch "Chuck" and not have to force myself to go to another room so I could get homework done. best part, I'm carrying my 4.0 into the fall semester!
Wow, so much has happened since that last time I posted...Hayden is now 5! He's going to kindergarten in the fall you know? Can you believe it?....I can't. Wasn't it just yesterday that I was all enormously preggers with him. We've begun the process of getting him evaled for a sensory disorder. It feels really weird to think that your baby has something wrong with them. But if this will help, I'm all for it. He starts t-ball tonight, he's really excited about it. Cameron is busy being either sweet as sugar or a rotten little devil, but he so damn cute being either one. Yesterday, he and Bailey were watching Sesame Street and I ran up stairs to get dressed and when I came down, Cameron comes running to me with his "romantic eyes" (he's got 'em and damn if he ain't gonna be a lady killer) anyway so he comes running to me and gives me a big hug around my thighs and says "mommy...you look......exquisit. That means your bufidal." And then smiles his biggest, cheesiest smile! I asked him where he heard that word and he said "It's the Word on the Street" God bless Sesame Street! Bailey is parroting her new one I...eye...Love...luuv...you...Yyyyooouuu.
Well, what else is new? We will once again be taking our Mini-Van on a major trip down to the southern states. This time not quite so far...first stop, Moorsboro, NC then over to Knoxville, TN. We embark on our journey the first week of June. The kids are so excited to see Uncle Zach and Aunt Seweenaa and Sabannah. We have a years worth of catching up to do!
Well I promised myself I would spend less time on the ole' computer and here I have been reading blog posts and facebook for the last 45 minutes. I'm out of here baby! I can't promise that I will write more blog posts but I will try and update more during the summer.
did you miss me?
I missed you.
I have been so busy typing crazy projects and powerpoint presentations and reading major life changing controversial issues. But that's all done for now. I have until the end of august to get my house clean and enjoy my kids, with out yelling at them to be quite and let-me-be while I read research articles and classmates posts. What a relief it was last night to beable to sit and watch "Chuck" and not have to force myself to go to another room so I could get homework done. best part, I'm carrying my 4.0 into the fall semester!
Wow, so much has happened since that last time I posted...Hayden is now 5! He's going to kindergarten in the fall you know? Can you believe it?....I can't. Wasn't it just yesterday that I was all enormously preggers with him. We've begun the process of getting him evaled for a sensory disorder. It feels really weird to think that your baby has something wrong with them. But if this will help, I'm all for it. He starts t-ball tonight, he's really excited about it. Cameron is busy being either sweet as sugar or a rotten little devil, but he so damn cute being either one. Yesterday, he and Bailey were watching Sesame Street and I ran up stairs to get dressed and when I came down, Cameron comes running to me with his "romantic eyes" (he's got 'em and damn if he ain't gonna be a lady killer) anyway so he comes running to me and gives me a big hug around my thighs and says "mommy...you look......exquisit. That means your bufidal." And then smiles his biggest, cheesiest smile! I asked him where he heard that word and he said "It's the Word on the Street" God bless Sesame Street! Bailey is parroting her new one I...eye...Love...luuv...you...Yyyyooouuu.
Well, what else is new? We will once again be taking our Mini-Van on a major trip down to the southern states. This time not quite so far...first stop, Moorsboro, NC then over to Knoxville, TN. We embark on our journey the first week of June. The kids are so excited to see Uncle Zach and Aunt Seweenaa and Sabannah. We have a years worth of catching up to do!
Well I promised myself I would spend less time on the ole' computer and here I have been reading blog posts and facebook for the last 45 minutes. I'm out of here baby! I can't promise that I will write more blog posts but I will try and update more during the summer.
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