Excitement, Disappointment, and Growing

Last night was the Belly Dance Superstars show. I was so excited to see Rachel Brice dance. She is my favorite dancer. I was just in awe. I could not believe I was that close to her. I am like a crazed groupie! You just don't know. I would have her children! She is so amazing! The show was really great and I had the best seats, third row front and center. One of the things I like best about this dance troupe is that after each show they come out front and meet their fans and take pics, and sign photos. So there I sat after the show,waiting. My camera was on. My hair was fixed. I was trying not to hyperventilate before she even got out front. I was super stoked to see there wasn't many people waiting. Last year it was a mad house of people. I scoffed at the idiots who obviously didn't know whats up and had left already. So there I stood waiting, and waiting and what the fuck are they doing? Finally I over hear the dreaded words. They aren't coming out? Excuse me? THEY AREN'T COMING OUT!!!! I flipped my lid. I was so close to meeting her, and having a picture to prove it. OMG!!!!!! The rage! Hmm who's the idiot now? Not the ones who already left before it started raining. So as I trek back to my truck in the rain, straightened hair frizzing in the humidity and wetness, I didn't cry. I was fucking pissed. I stomped my ass all the way to the parking lot. Impressive by the way stomping in heels in the rain. I was just so disappointed. I felt like it was personal. I know they have fans, I know they are just doing a job. I know I am obsessed. I just wanted a moment, I just wanted to take a pic, say I met her. I am not a psycho crazed fan, I am a groupie, there is a distinction. Dammit! But I am starting to understand why someone becomes one. So once again another year has gone by and I have not met Rachel Brice. In other news I had to go the uniform shop today. That's right we made it one whole quarter before my children outgrew school uniforms. I wanted to buy the next size up but they were sold out of Taylors and Kyle is in the biggest size before he goes to mens. So I made Zogby's power bill for the month. Bleh! Does anyone know how long it takes a taper candle to burn? Well its been burning for over 2 hours and its not done yet. I get to burn 24 of these bad mama gammas 2 at a time. Gotta love science projects. Yeah fun stuff! So that pretty much sums up my weekend, burn candles, clean, try not to duct tape children's mouths. There is only so much you can listen to while trapped in a house with 3 kids all weekend. Well I am outta here, peace and chicken grease!

Does it ever stop?

It seems like errands are never ending! It's always something. I would love to just be bored and sit home. I feel like I am trying to cram a weeks worth of things in a day, and if I don't then its even more that I have to try to cram into the next day. It seems like all the kids decided to grow at once, so I am having to buy new pants and shoes. This child needed a shot record, so I did that. Now the other child needs it so I manage to get it done and he actually has to have the shot which of course caused a reaction. This child lost their glasses, have to do that. I had to go to the store to get things for children's projects. Had to pick up hubbys glasses and ups them to him. I have family portrait appointments. It just never freaking ends. Just once I would love to buy groceries and they last longer than a few days. I swear we have ghosts that eat cause no way do my kids consume that much food. Well ok maybe they do, but damn its a pain in my ass and wallet. I just hate that feeling of always being out of something or always needing to go to the store. Yes I plan, I make lists, it just never fails. This is just a fucked up yucky day. My lunch made me sick, my head hurts from allergy's due to weather changes, and I am tired as hell because I could not fall asleep last night. I have had many annoying things happen today. Who the hell sends glasses back to the store with only one lens? See what I mean? Just a fucked up day. I really thought it was Tuesday but it looks like its still Monday.

Aint nothing going on but the rent

Don't you hate when a dumb songs get stuck in your head. Anyway nothing much going on here just a normal day, errands, kids, cleaning, cooking. Same old shit new day. Tomorrow is my big house cleaning day. Going to get everything all clean for the weekend so my kiddos can trash it all. I have to take Kyle to Crestview tomorrow also. Love that drive. At least I get to eat at Hooters. That's my reward for the drive. That Hooters is so great, they have this kids play area and the tvs are on Disney Channel, its a total family restaurant on the weekends. They even have balloons for the kiddos. It bets the hell out of mickyd's. In other breaking news I am almost done with my Christmas shopping. I did some more today. I am so on it this year. Usually I have it all done by Thanksgiving, this year I am going for Halloween. I like to avoid retail facilities if at all possible during November and December. I don't have much patience for long lines, frustrated people, and big crowds in general. Well I have all kinds of patience for those things at a Nascar race, but not in Target or the mall. I would rather avoid it at all costs, and sit home bitching about the humidity fucking up my chocolate covered pretzels yet again. I swear there is only one day a year that you can make those damn things in the south and I always seem to be busy that day. I am getting into the holiday mood. Got my pumpkins and my headstone out and I have been thinking about my Christmas tree. I really need to find something better to occupy my time, lol. True sign of a bored housewife. I am planning decorations 3 months in advanced. I am still working on that whole self improvement thing. I haven't bit my nails in two weeks and they are so pretty. I also have been cleaning and cooking, go me! I even been making my bed and keeping my sink clean. The flylady thing is just beyond me but I have taken some things from her book and ran with them. I just cant only clean one thing at a time or not the entire house. I also think it would take me more time and effort to make the book than to just clean the shit to began with. I am just not that creative. My creativity comes in bursts and they are few and far between. But anyways I am doing what works for me. We also survived our first middle school project. We are now starting the dreaded science project. I swear they make it as hard as they can. I get to burn 24 candles, two at a time and see which color burns faster. I say me, I mean me and Kyle. But he has to be supervised and therefor I end up doing most of the work. I will be like Kyle pay attention, and Kyle is like um... I am in the bathroom, getting a drink, picking my nose, eating, watching tv, fighting with my sister, playing with the dog. See how that works? Well its been real, I am outta here.

Downsizing

I have just decided that I want to downsize my life. I don't want to have such a expensive house or cars. I just want to live my life and be happy with what I have. I am tired of upgrading. When did it become so important what you have instead of who you are? I think my children are becoming spoiled. I refuse to continue to living my life like this. I feel like I have lost a part of who I am. I actually quit caring about the house since Mark is never home. Um since when was he the only person who lives here? I cannot fathom why I would think its not important to keep my house up for myself and my children. I have slacked on cooking also. I just have to get myself out of this rut I have been stuck in. I have just really let things go to hell in a hand basket and I am tired of it. I need to get myself back. I have let everything go the house, the size of my ass, spoiling the kids. I just have alot of work ahead of me. In a few weeks we will find out about Marks job and when I know where I am going to be living then I can make some decisions about moving. I want a less expensive house and a simpler life all around. I need some space. I am tired of being up underneath my neighbors. I am ready to move back to bufu. Well maybe not bufu but in between the burbs and bufu.

Things found in my bathtub

When we moved here I was excited since I finally had my dream house, including my dream tub. Its a bad ass bathtub if I say so myself. So this morning I wake up and decided the shower just seems too harsh. I want a nice soak. I am up early and my hair is clean so the tub it is. I run my water and plop myself down and ahh it feels so good. I just lie there loving it. Then I open my eyes and start looking around at my dream tub. Well lets just say its not much of a dream anymore. There are my usual items my shells and coral, my bottles of scrubs and bubbles. But there seems to be intruders into my bathtub paradise. There is Diego and his helicopter. Three hot wheels cars. Kids Shampoo. Baby Shampoo. Baby bath clothes. A yellow plastic stacking ring. The little green cup Gracie likes to play with in the bath. There are Ryans clothes from last night soaking wet, cause he jumped in the tub fully dressed and exclaimed it was a party in the tub. Taylors poufy was on the side of the tub. Then I wonder at what point did I lose control of my tub? It was my happy place, it was my island oasis away from the chaos of my home. Its conveniently located next to my closet where I sometimes hide and cry, or just hide from the kids and try to stay on hold with the cable company. Needless to say they have won. They have taken over everything. I wave my white flag and drive hot wheels around the tub.

This is why I will never be a Gap Mom

So picture this. I get up get dressed, actually look decent, did my hair, put on capris and a new tee I picked up at Gap. So I run Ryan and Tay to school and come back here. I am going to clean up the bathroom and fold a load of laundry before going to run errands. So I clean the small bathroom. It takes me 15 minutes. As I do one last check in the mirror to make sure I didn't miss any spots, I see it. A godblessedfreakingstain! Thats right I managed to ruin a brand new shirt in 15 minutes. How I managed such feat I don't know. I only used bleach on the toilet and it was the one that squirts out of the bottle under the lid. I swear I will just never make it as a Gap mom. How the hell do they clean in clothes that aren't already ruined? I just don't get it. I just give up and from now on let it be known that if I am cleaning I am wearing bleached stained tee shirts from high school and pj pants! Screw trying to look presentable in case someone comes by. Shit ya'll know I am redneck by now.

The food issue

There seems to be a issue with food in our house. We can't seem to keep any in it. My kids eat like there is no tomorrow. They are perfectly healthy. They don't have worms, smoke pot, or any other reason I can think of that they would eat like this. I know they are growing children. But omg!! I went grocery shopping twice today! Once to Target to get the essentials, and then again to Winn Dixie this afternoon to get meat and ended up getting another buggy full of food. I just don't see where they put it all. Everyone told me how much teens eat. Well none of them are even teens yet and I am scared! Kyle and his best friend, aka my 4th child, can wolf down a x-large pizza in one sitting. They inhale it, grab cheesey bread and look around for more. I recently took them out to dinner and then bowling, within a hour of being at the bowling alley I had bought 4 pizzas, 2 pitchers of soda and some nachos. This was after we hit the KFC buffet. Now granted I had 6 total children with me, but still. I think its a little excessive. Maybe I am jealous because I am always watching every bite that goes in my mouth while they inhale everything in site and stay skinny. Or perhaps I am just smarting in the pocketbook. Either way I just feel the need to let people know just how much my children eat. I do have witnesses by the way. Ask one of their grandparents or friends moms. My children are known eaters!