Once you go 80 it's hard to stop.
When I'm on a mission to get somewhere, I admit I take advantage. I get why race car drivers get addicted to the speed. Adrenaline kicks in and you just want to get home or to your final destination. Or maybe it's the competitive nature in me that doesn't want anyone to pass me. Nah. Anything below 80 feels like a snail's pace anyway. Oh well, home safe and sound from our 5,100 mile trip.
Onto the next adventure...
Monday, August 8, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Physical Exertion Needed
Okay, so I am fully aware my children are spoiled with activities (daily swimming, bike riding, play dates, boating, tubing, sleepovers, sports, etc.). My husband tells me it's my own fault for keeping them busy so I get no sympathy from my other half. I do not spoil them with things just my attention (Child #2 has been asking for two years for a DS--I am very proud that I can say our house is DS free). I leave the materialistic things up to the grandparents, which is there job anyway (at least for their generation because my grandparents certainly didn't spoil my brothers and me while growing up).
Anyway this morning I wanted to do one thing for myself, go for a jog while they road their bikes. This way I wouldn't have to have anyone watch them while I worked out. Granted, it was eighty degrees. But it is was earlier in the morning and wouldn't be too bad because they would be riding their bikes.
As they get on their bikes and I am ready to jog, my father-in-law pulls up to drop off a weed wacker and a hedge trimmer that I asked to borrow. He was nice enough to drop them off instead of me driving to get them after my jog. So he's showing me how to use the weed wacker and Child # 2 starts complaining "it's too hot mom, can't we go now mom, let's go now mom" and Child #1 starts to whine because she can't find her helmet.
Apparently I needed this jog bad because after my father-in-law leaves, I flip out on the two whining kids. I tell them to go in the house and sit in the nice air conditioned house. We are not going to go for a bike ride. They are so selfish that they can't do one little thing for me when I do so much for them. I tell them I am going to do yard work instead.
I start with the hedge trimming. After trimming six bushes, I decide I don't like the bushes anymore. I ended up digging up four of the bushes, the roots and all. I used a pick axe thing to get the roots up so I exerted some manual labor. Covered in dirt and sweat, I felt a whole bunch better.
Well, hopefully the next time I ask them to go for a bike ride while I jog they will do it so I don't try to dig up a tree or something else.
Anyway this morning I wanted to do one thing for myself, go for a jog while they road their bikes. This way I wouldn't have to have anyone watch them while I worked out. Granted, it was eighty degrees. But it is was earlier in the morning and wouldn't be too bad because they would be riding their bikes.
As they get on their bikes and I am ready to jog, my father-in-law pulls up to drop off a weed wacker and a hedge trimmer that I asked to borrow. He was nice enough to drop them off instead of me driving to get them after my jog. So he's showing me how to use the weed wacker and Child # 2 starts complaining "it's too hot mom, can't we go now mom, let's go now mom" and Child #1 starts to whine because she can't find her helmet.
Apparently I needed this jog bad because after my father-in-law leaves, I flip out on the two whining kids. I tell them to go in the house and sit in the nice air conditioned house. We are not going to go for a bike ride. They are so selfish that they can't do one little thing for me when I do so much for them. I tell them I am going to do yard work instead.
I start with the hedge trimming. After trimming six bushes, I decide I don't like the bushes anymore. I ended up digging up four of the bushes, the roots and all. I used a pick axe thing to get the roots up so I exerted some manual labor. Covered in dirt and sweat, I felt a whole bunch better.
Well, hopefully the next time I ask them to go for a bike ride while I jog they will do it so I don't try to dig up a tree or something else.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Things happen in Threes
Things happen in threes. Right?
Two weeks ago, our sewer backed up a little. No problem. I caught it early enough and called a plumber to snake the pipes.
Today the hot water heater busted. Ironically, my husband just threw out a good hot water heater at our new property two days ago.
What will be the third thing to go? I shouldn't jinx myself. Oh well, my thoughts are always so hard to hold back.
Two weeks ago, our sewer backed up a little. No problem. I caught it early enough and called a plumber to snake the pipes.
Today the hot water heater busted. Ironically, my husband just threw out a good hot water heater at our new property two days ago.
What will be the third thing to go? I shouldn't jinx myself. Oh well, my thoughts are always so hard to hold back.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
The Screaming Ripple Effect
Six days ago, I had to get some paperwork done and get ready for the closing on a house, but my children were complaining they were bored and wanted to do something. So I got this great idea about setting up the slip'n slide outside. The girls were in their swimsuits and barefoot. I was connecting the hose when I noticed Child #3 kneeling down on the driveway looking down at the ground. Well, Child #1 was curious too. Finishing up with the slide, I was interrupted with a high pitched scream, "MOM, THERE'S BLOOD. OH MY GOD! THERE'S A LOT OF BLOOD. MOM. MOM. MOM." Then another high pitched scream with no words just screams from Child #3.
I quickly ran over to see what all the craziness was about. Child #3 stubbed her toe (took the whole layer of skin off the top of her big toe). I picked her up and set her down on a chair on the porch. Remember the screaming was still going on. I calmed down Child #1, but #3 is still hysterical (I have to admit there was a lot of blood, but Child #1 was taking the hysteria a little too far. It's not like she hasn't seen blood before). I ran inside to grab a wet paper towel and a band aid. The neighbors probably just love me with hysterical screaming children left outside. I come back out clean up the wound and put a big band aid on. Then carrier her inside. She's crying, but not screaming anymore.
Great timing right? I was a little upset and told Child #3 she can't go barefoot or wear flip flops ever again. Knowing this was really an unrealistic expectation (Child #3 tends to trip a lot). but she agreed to it. Of course, I still had to finish setting up the slip'n slide and get my paperwork and make the closing time.
After a day of the band aid, I took it off to let the wound air out a little. Later in the afternoon, I had to go to the store. So everyone got their shoes on and we were off. After we came home Child #3 takes off her tennis shoe and started screaming again. There was blood seeping through her sock. (Damn it, I forgot to put a band aid back on before she put her sock on). Okay no problem I can fix this except when she tried to take her sock off, the blood had dried a little and the sock was stuck to her toe. This didn't help the screaming one bit. Into the bathtub we go to soak the sock to get it off. It worked, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to hear out of my left ear again.
Ironically two days later, we headed out to Michigan for our annual camping trip. About half way through the trip, we stop for a restroom break. Everything's all good until Child #2 calmly says to Child #3, "I think your toe is bleeding again."
Child #3 looked down and started crying and screaming again. Sure enough, it soaked through her sock again. We get in the car and she tried to take it off, but it was stuck again. At this point, I just want to get to our destination. So I have her elevate her foot making her comfortable as possible and when we get to the campground we'll soak it again.
We make it to Aunt Marty's and I carry her in. Child #3 screams bloody murder when I try to put her toe in the bathtub. I think she's going to be traumatized for the rest of her life. I force her foot in the water and the sock falls off. It took two more days before the toe healed. What a disaster. All over a stubbed toe. Well at least we know Child #1 will never be a doctor or a nurse.
I quickly ran over to see what all the craziness was about. Child #3 stubbed her toe (took the whole layer of skin off the top of her big toe). I picked her up and set her down on a chair on the porch. Remember the screaming was still going on. I calmed down Child #1, but #3 is still hysterical (I have to admit there was a lot of blood, but Child #1 was taking the hysteria a little too far. It's not like she hasn't seen blood before). I ran inside to grab a wet paper towel and a band aid. The neighbors probably just love me with hysterical screaming children left outside. I come back out clean up the wound and put a big band aid on. Then carrier her inside. She's crying, but not screaming anymore.
Great timing right? I was a little upset and told Child #3 she can't go barefoot or wear flip flops ever again. Knowing this was really an unrealistic expectation (Child #3 tends to trip a lot). but she agreed to it. Of course, I still had to finish setting up the slip'n slide and get my paperwork and make the closing time.
After a day of the band aid, I took it off to let the wound air out a little. Later in the afternoon, I had to go to the store. So everyone got their shoes on and we were off. After we came home Child #3 takes off her tennis shoe and started screaming again. There was blood seeping through her sock. (Damn it, I forgot to put a band aid back on before she put her sock on). Okay no problem I can fix this except when she tried to take her sock off, the blood had dried a little and the sock was stuck to her toe. This didn't help the screaming one bit. Into the bathtub we go to soak the sock to get it off. It worked, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to hear out of my left ear again.
Ironically two days later, we headed out to Michigan for our annual camping trip. About half way through the trip, we stop for a restroom break. Everything's all good until Child #2 calmly says to Child #3, "I think your toe is bleeding again."
Child #3 looked down and started crying and screaming again. Sure enough, it soaked through her sock again. We get in the car and she tried to take it off, but it was stuck again. At this point, I just want to get to our destination. So I have her elevate her foot making her comfortable as possible and when we get to the campground we'll soak it again.
We make it to Aunt Marty's and I carry her in. Child #3 screams bloody murder when I try to put her toe in the bathtub. I think she's going to be traumatized for the rest of her life. I force her foot in the water and the sock falls off. It took two more days before the toe healed. What a disaster. All over a stubbed toe. Well at least we know Child #1 will never be a doctor or a nurse.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Driving in Circles or...Talking in Circles
An hour and half into our trip to Michigan Child #2 starts complaining,
"Mom this is taking too long. This is longer than the long way around."
Going through the UP takes us nine hours compared to seven and half hours going through Chicago. And try to picture a whiny complaining tone with a few sobs in between. It makes her complaints even more entertaining.
"You are going in circles mom. I know you are going in circles. I just saw that same sign five minutes ago. I know you are going in circles mom. When are we going to get there? It's taking too long. See I saw that same sign again. Stop driving in circles mom. You should've gone the long way mom."
This one sided conversation repeated itself several times over a seven and half period of time. Child #2 finally calmed down and was excited to be at our destination. The most entertaining part for me was the next day when Child #2 tells me, "Thanks mom for bringing us here. I just love it here. I really love it."
And thanks to Aunt Marty and Uncle Tom for allowing us to come up every year to visit. This year was the best year yet. See you in August.
"Mom this is taking too long. This is longer than the long way around."
Going through the UP takes us nine hours compared to seven and half hours going through Chicago. And try to picture a whiny complaining tone with a few sobs in between. It makes her complaints even more entertaining.
"You are going in circles mom. I know you are going in circles. I just saw that same sign five minutes ago. I know you are going in circles mom. When are we going to get there? It's taking too long. See I saw that same sign again. Stop driving in circles mom. You should've gone the long way mom."
This one sided conversation repeated itself several times over a seven and half period of time. Child #2 finally calmed down and was excited to be at our destination. The most entertaining part for me was the next day when Child #2 tells me, "Thanks mom for bringing us here. I just love it here. I really love it."
And thanks to Aunt Marty and Uncle Tom for allowing us to come up every year to visit. This year was the best year yet. See you in August.
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