A brush with the Melancholy side of Life, Don't worry, this is the end of the sappy this month...

Sunday night was interesting. We went to a viewing for someone who had taken their own life. It makes me remember that there are so many people in so much pain out there. It makes me ache to think of the hopelessness they feel and the pain that they leave their loved ones with. There is something horrible about seeing the Dad of this young person broken down that tears your heart out.
When we got home from the viewing, our oldest, UFD, announces that she wants to drop out of high school. This starts an hour screaming match between her and the Prince. I know she is capable of passing her classes, I know she is capable of excelling in her classes, she has no desire. I am at my wits end with her. She informed my neighbor that I am a hypocrite for not letting her have wine at her house, because if I have tasted it then she should be allowed to as well. NEWS FLASH!!!! I was NOT allowed!!! The Prince wants to send her to a survival camp this summer so she can learn respect and responsibility, aren't these things we should have instilled already? Are there teenagers out there who show respect to their parents ALL the time? Where is it that I have failed this child? Have I failed all of them? Are they all going to tell us the same things sooner or later? After 17 years of being the mom I feel almost as helpless as I did when they first handed her to me.
I have to go get things done now, since there is nothing organized about our existence here in the pit of Hell we call home.

Dinner and Family

I should be making dinner but I just don't feel like it. Someone will complain about it and I just don't want to hear the wailing. Normally I do enjoy making them wail, but not today. Last night I slept for about 2 hours, and not in one lump time. I think that allows me the right to be a tad grouchy and overly sensitive, maybe the prince will take pity on me and make dinner. Excuse me whilst I cackle hysterically in the corner for a bit...
On a different note, I joined facebook a bit ago and today my youngest brother Bobo was on at the same time as I was. It was nice to talk to him, we don't see each other much because he is out of state. His wife is my favorite sister in law, don't tell the others. She is one of those people who is always genuine, she is kind and cares about other people. She doesn't just say something, she does something. Does that make any sense? I know what I mean anyway. They are coming to my state in a few weeks and I am really looking forward to seeing them. Bobo lived with me for a while before his mission and I really enjoyed having him. I don't tell my family as much as I should how much I love them and am grateful for each member.
I guess I better cut the sappy-ness and get on to the wailing!

Venting, because I am not as gracious as Cinderella.

I was told last night to quit the freaking PTA, send all our sick dwarfs to school and put the remaining dwarfs to be. Then I could nap and wouldn't be sleep deprived. Sometimes the Prince forgets to be Charming. I think that is a problem for more people than just me. Men just don't seem to get that women don't sleep because they are too busy doing, or thinking about doing, things to make their Princes and Dwarfs happy. Speaking of, Grumpy has been screeching at me to just get her a piece of cheese for 5 minutes, and has now woken Baby. I might put Grumpy in her bed and leave her there for the day. Maybe I will lay in my bed and do nothing so that when the Prince gets home he has a real reason to ask what the bleep goes on around here.

I think I know the reason I don't blog much. Cheese screeching, I want a soda it's not fair being wailed in my ear while a soda is shoved at me repeatedly, I am a boring blogger. I think I will go get cheese and soda before these people drive me insane and I bore my reader to death.....

Don't Die Of Shock People

So it has been MONTHS since I have posted anything. It isn't that I have nothing to say, it is that I never seem to have the time to write out my thoughts. If I could only think my post into the computer, I would be posting something new ten times a day, or more! It is snowing here today. It makes me a little sad even though I knew it was coming, it always does, this is Utah after all. I know tomorrow the crocuses will still be blooming, peeking out from the snow. And that the tulips that were starting to come up will not die. I know that I will soon have the garden in and that the kids will be out of school and I will be complaining about the heat. But right now snow sucks. Emotional dwarf, #3, said it right this morning, it's like bird poo. Great large birds circling my little area right after a large meal at the all you can eat buffet. I have nothing else right now. Even if I did, I can't imagine a normal sounding transition here...

The FREE Cheese (and butter too!)

So yesterday I went to a sale at our local Albertsons. It was great fun, the sort where I spend 34 dollars and leave with over 100 in food. One of the in ad coupons was for a 2 pound block of cheese for 4.99, with a limit of 2. I picked Monterey Jack and Mozzarella. I then ran U.F.D. to the doctor and then raced home to drop her off, and get to the PTA meeting that I was in charge of. I didn't worry too much about the cheese, butter, etc. because it is freezing outside. Later when UFD brought in the groceries for me I noticed an extra mozzarella and mild cheddar blocks of cheese. I also had 4 pounds of butter, the limit was 2. I had someone elses cheese. I am one of those people who cannot keep something like that. I called the store and the lady said to bring it in to the store in the morning. When I got there today to return the cheese and butter they tell me that they will have to throw it away because it is perishable and do I want it. Of course I do! It's CHEESE!! Who doesn't like free cheese. I am now the owner of guilt free free cheese.

It is great to be me right now.

And by right now, I mean this very moment in time.

A Victoria's Secret Model I am Not

Some people call them sweats, others jogging or exercise clothes, my brother Bean calls them quitters. Whatever you call them, that's what I wore to Victorias Secret on day a few weeks ago. I stay home with kids, comfort is the most important thing for me. We, my fam and I, decided to draw names for Christmas this year. I got my sister Diva. This past spring Diva was in a near deadly car accident and the paramedics cut her panties off of her. (Also the rest of her clothes, not just the panties.) I remembered her saying how she loved that pair and so I hatched this plan to go to the mall, mostly uncharted territory for me, and get her panties, at Victoria's Secret, VERY uncharted territory for me.

It was snowing the day Tiny, Man Child, and Grumpy went to the mall with me. They were all so happy to be there. Upon finding V.S. I took a deep breath and pushed the cadillac of double strollers with a 4 year old hanging on the side into the pink frilly depths. I don't think we had brushed Grumpy's hair that day and she was in rare form. A make up wearing, perfumed, and shall we say, a little well-dressed for my taste, woman came up and asked if she could help me. I give this woman credit, she didn't ask if she could help me find the store that might have big fat chick granny panties, she restrained herself. I feel like everyone in the store is looking at me as I spit out something about needing the panties Fergie wore in her video. They are all staring at me but not because of that, baby boy has taken off his shoes and socks and thrown them while I was talking. This kind woman looks confused and says she doesn't know what those are, but she is just over perfume, lotion and gift sets. She sends me to their "panty girl". Panty Girl is actually really nice and directs me to the panties. She shows me tons of them. I am not enjoying this much partly because I am not a panty sort of girl and also because Baby Boy is throwing his shoes repeatedly and Grumpy is tired of getting them for him. After what seems to be an eternity I find 3 pairs, there was a special, and a cute bag, I get in line. It is about 15 miles long. They put all this cute pink tissue in that bag, and as she carefully is folding the tiny scraps of cloth Diva will love, the cashier says, "I love this panty, it is so comfy" . Had I been thinking I might have asked why she was trying on my sisters future panties but I wasn't feeling very quick right then. Also it might have confused her. The four of us left V.S. with very little dignity and went off to Penneys to get Prince Charming underwear. That was much easier. I guess lots of middle aged fatties buy their husbands underwear at Penneys, no one asked if I needed help anyway.

We'll leave it at this, I an not a foo-foo sort of girl. And that's okay. Diva is exactly what her name implies and she loved the panties!

None

Today should prove to be a fun day, the kids and I are going to the planetarium with my mom, sister and nephews, and Prince not-so-Charming is working all day. Does this mean the complaining won't really get started til midnight? Probably.
At the moment, 2 kids are sleeping, 1 is tubbing, one stinks and 1 needs feeding. I guess I better get busy so I don't fail everyone all day, I can at least fix the stinking and hungry.