It's bugging me, grating me and twisting me around. Yeah - I'm endlessly caving in and turning inside out because I want it now, I want it now, give me your heart and your soul. And I'm breaking out, I'm breaking out, last chance to lose control. Yeah - it's holding me, morphing me and forcing me to strive to be endlessly cold within and dreaming I'm alive because I want it now, I want it now, give me your heart and your soul. I'm not breaking down, I'm breaking out, last chance to lose control. And I want you now, I want you now, I'll feel my heart implode and I'm breaking out, escaping now, feeling my faith erode.
100% on Expert, Baby! :)
30.8.08
Typical Random Thoughts
Tomorrow's Sunday. I'm planning on continuing in my pagan ways. It's not that I don't believe in God or Jesus or even in the function and importance of church. I just don't feel like it's worth the effort right now. I get nothing out of it because I'm not able to participate.
I still have loads of laundry to do. More than earlier because I went shopping for clothes for Molly and Liam. I hate laundry.
ttfn. More Rock Band.
I still have loads of laundry to do. More than earlier because I went shopping for clothes for Molly and Liam. I hate laundry.
ttfn. More Rock Band.
29.8.08
Funny story
Every time Maggie does a "number 2" in the potty, she calls me to wipe her and every time I go into the bathroom she says "Can you smell it?" :) Lol. Makes me laugh every time.
27.8.08
End of the Day
I don't even know why I'm blogging. I'm tired, it's late and I have nothing to say.
I bought shelves at Home Depot (to put homeschooling stuff on) and intended on putting them up before Bob got home from work but ended up leaving it for him to do. After that was done we played Rock Band (what else, seriously?) and now it's 11:17 and I can barely see, have a headache and my throat hurts. Good times, people! :)
I didn't get very far on laundry this evening. I still have at least 3, maybe 4 loads to do tomorrow and everything to put away. Maggie is sleeping in her spare sleeping bag with two extra blankets on top because I forgot her bed wasn't made and didn't feel like doing it when we (finally) took them up to bed.
For the second night in a row, Lorelei fell and hit the back of her head really hard. Last night she fell off my lap, this evening she fell off her slide (I had brought it into the house this afternoon) which is about twice the height. Last night she got up once (although I didn't hear her, so I panicked this morning when I thought she'd slept through (thinking she'd gotten a concussion)) so I guess I'll ask Bob to wake me up when she wakes up tonight - or maybe I'll go in and make sure she's still able to be woken. She hits her head all the time, so I'm sure she's fine, plus she didn't show any signs of any trauma at all, but it still scares me.
Liam ate a graham cracker (all by himself) and almost a whole jar of baby food today. I think he's getting his bottom two teeth in. :( My baby is growing up too fast!!
Well, I still have to make bottles for tonight, so I'd better go.
ttfn!!
I bought shelves at Home Depot (to put homeschooling stuff on) and intended on putting them up before Bob got home from work but ended up leaving it for him to do. After that was done we played Rock Band (what else, seriously?) and now it's 11:17 and I can barely see, have a headache and my throat hurts. Good times, people! :)
I didn't get very far on laundry this evening. I still have at least 3, maybe 4 loads to do tomorrow and everything to put away. Maggie is sleeping in her spare sleeping bag with two extra blankets on top because I forgot her bed wasn't made and didn't feel like doing it when we (finally) took them up to bed.
For the second night in a row, Lorelei fell and hit the back of her head really hard. Last night she fell off my lap, this evening she fell off her slide (I had brought it into the house this afternoon) which is about twice the height. Last night she got up once (although I didn't hear her, so I panicked this morning when I thought she'd slept through (thinking she'd gotten a concussion)) so I guess I'll ask Bob to wake me up when she wakes up tonight - or maybe I'll go in and make sure she's still able to be woken. She hits her head all the time, so I'm sure she's fine, plus she didn't show any signs of any trauma at all, but it still scares me.
Liam ate a graham cracker (all by himself) and almost a whole jar of baby food today. I think he's getting his bottom two teeth in. :( My baby is growing up too fast!!
Well, I still have to make bottles for tonight, so I'd better go.
ttfn!!
Random thoughts while I wait for the washing machine to be done...
I got my motivation to do laundry this morning when Maggie informed me that she peed in her pull up and all over her bed. Washing water proof mattress covers is a pain because the water gets trapped in the waterproof part and it doesn't spin out well. So I have it just spinning and draining for the next 15 minutes.
Lorelei's favorite new thing to do is to throw things down the stairs - whatever she can find. Cups, shoes, toys, books, clothes, you name it. Hmm... maybe that's what happened to the nipple that we're missing.
That's right, we're missing a bottle nipple. Not the bottle, not the ring, not even the lid. The nipple. How do you lose a nipple? The only logical explanation is Lorelei.
I watered my nearly dead plant that's down here in the basement window. Since the only time I come down here (well, these days I come down for Rock Band) is to do laundry and I only do laundry when we have no clothes (about every 2 weeks) it doesn't get watered very often. I don't even have it in dirt, I just have it in an empty spaghetti sauce jar filled with water. It's still looking pale, but it's slightly better than it was.
So, Rock Band... it has sucked my remaining responsibility out the door and turned me into a video game junky. At least this particular one. I stay up way too long singing. And then the other night when I was trying to figure out how to play guitar (or bass) it finally got to the point where I actually could not see the TV screen anymore. The songs are always stuck in my head and it keeps me up at night. I dream about Rock Band. It's ridiculous.
Washer's done.
Lorelei's favorite new thing to do is to throw things down the stairs - whatever she can find. Cups, shoes, toys, books, clothes, you name it. Hmm... maybe that's what happened to the nipple that we're missing.
That's right, we're missing a bottle nipple. Not the bottle, not the ring, not even the lid. The nipple. How do you lose a nipple? The only logical explanation is Lorelei.
I watered my nearly dead plant that's down here in the basement window. Since the only time I come down here (well, these days I come down for Rock Band) is to do laundry and I only do laundry when we have no clothes (about every 2 weeks) it doesn't get watered very often. I don't even have it in dirt, I just have it in an empty spaghetti sauce jar filled with water. It's still looking pale, but it's slightly better than it was.
So, Rock Band... it has sucked my remaining responsibility out the door and turned me into a video game junky. At least this particular one. I stay up way too long singing. And then the other night when I was trying to figure out how to play guitar (or bass) it finally got to the point where I actually could not see the TV screen anymore. The songs are always stuck in my head and it keeps me up at night. I dream about Rock Band. It's ridiculous.
Washer's done.
Funny story
The other night I had all 4 kids in the tub and Molly was holding on to Liam while I washed Maggie and Lorelei's hair. All of a sudden she starts screaming with more and more intensity every second. I didn't look away from what I was doing but asked what she was screaming about and she says, "Liam is PEEING all over me!!" and then burst into tears. I looked and, sure enough, he's still peeing (all over her shoulder and chest) despite all the noise and commotion. I was laughing so hard I couldn't do anything and Molly started crying even harder because she was mad I was laughing, but eventually she started laughing too. Now it's her favorite story to tell.
26.8.08
School
Day two of "trial" school. "Real" school doesn't start until next Tuesday, but I thought I might get a feel for it this week. I wasn't actually planning on doing it today because I didn't feel like it, but my kids wanted to! Trust me to cop out first. Even when they were complaining and I gave them the option to quit they wouldn't do it. I actually had to pry the workbook out of Maggie's hands when we had to stop because Lorelei woke up. I guess that's a good sign.
It's giving me a new appreciation for how smart Molly is. And how quickly she picks up on things. Maggie is having absolutely no problem with the Preschooler things, so I may go back to Ollies and pick up some Kindergarten books for her. As I suspected, it's more of an issue of attitude for both of the girls. I'm not sure how Molly would act in an outside classroom environment, but given how she's been in Sunday School, my guess would be not well. She has such a defeatist attitude and I really don't know where she gets it from because Bob and I have always stressed trying and that making mistakes is ok. Maggie picks up on Molly's attitude and mimics it, which is more frustrating than the original. I'll have to make a sign: "Trying is more important than getting it right." (Although, even as I say it I wonder, is that true? Lol!) Anyway, I guess so far I'm pleased with the schooling process, though it's pretty tiring for me.
ttfn!
It's giving me a new appreciation for how smart Molly is. And how quickly she picks up on things. Maggie is having absolutely no problem with the Preschooler things, so I may go back to Ollies and pick up some Kindergarten books for her. As I suspected, it's more of an issue of attitude for both of the girls. I'm not sure how Molly would act in an outside classroom environment, but given how she's been in Sunday School, my guess would be not well. She has such a defeatist attitude and I really don't know where she gets it from because Bob and I have always stressed trying and that making mistakes is ok. Maggie picks up on Molly's attitude and mimics it, which is more frustrating than the original. I'll have to make a sign: "Trying is more important than getting it right." (Although, even as I say it I wonder, is that true? Lol!) Anyway, I guess so far I'm pleased with the schooling process, though it's pretty tiring for me.
ttfn!
25.8.08
Happy
I'm happy because the bedrooms are picked up and most of the laundry is done and put away and I was able to go through Liam's clothes and get rid of all the 3-6 month stuff and figure out what he has for the winter (not a lot in 6-9, which is what will hold him until Christmas).
Molly, of course, needs a whole new wardrobe for the fall/winter. She'll be in size 6 this year. I'm not sure how many dresses that meet her specifications I'll be able to find. The sleeves, while they can be long, can't go past her wrists and the skirts has to be below her knees (preferably to her ankles) and it has to be loose fitting because, in general, she hates things to be close to her body. Can you say PICKY?
(There is nothing funnier than Maggie singing along to Shania Twain and Lorelei holding on to her "belt buckle" dancing.)
So will I be able to get up the motivation to go out shopping today? Probably not...
Molly, of course, needs a whole new wardrobe for the fall/winter. She'll be in size 6 this year. I'm not sure how many dresses that meet her specifications I'll be able to find. The sleeves, while they can be long, can't go past her wrists and the skirts has to be below her knees (preferably to her ankles) and it has to be loose fitting because, in general, she hates things to be close to her body. Can you say PICKY?
(There is nothing funnier than Maggie singing along to Shania Twain and Lorelei holding on to her "belt buckle" dancing.)
So will I be able to get up the motivation to go out shopping today? Probably not...
24.8.08
It's official
I'm a pagan. I stayed home from church to sleep, because my son was asleep and my daughter didn't want to go... and neither did I.
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