Thursday, August 30, 2012

Patience is a Virtue

At least that's what I've been told.  I wouldn't know.  I don't have but a speck, and I doubt that would be enough to make me virtuous.

Today was super busy.  I love being busy!!!!  It makes the time pass and I feel like I am accomplishing things.  It also makes me very intolerant of stupidity, and quite frankly, there has been plenty.  Our biggest supplier is now requiring some crazy super long questionnaire to be completed for new customers, including the rush order I was trying to get pushed through.  Basically the higher ups come up with policies that they will never have to use, and then implement them, and no one tells us.  So yeah, this new policy would have maybe been easier to comply with if they had TOLD US.  Crikey.

Then there is football.  Now, I don't know how many of you have kids that have played football, but it is all-consuming.  Don't get me wrong - it is great for the kids, and a lot of fun, but there is a lot of time that goes into it, even from just a parental role.  Usually, the teams have a "team mom" that handles organizing the snack schedules, getting information out, handling any questions or concerns that parents have, and anything else that might come up.  I have been just such a mom for baseball, so I understand the job and the demands.  However, nobody forces you to do it.  It is a VOLUNTEER position.  I feel like if you take it on, you need to be prepared for the job.  I find myself incredibly frustrated this year.  I approached this person after I saw the head information person talking to her to ask some questions I had, and she actually said when one of the other moms corrected her on something that she hadn't been paying attention.  WHAT?!?!  Isn't that your job?  Aren't you specifically responsible for getting the information and passing it along?  Why in the world would you NOT be paying attention.  I am trying to gather my strength and grow my patience.  I don't see this going well.  The good news is that the season hasn't even started yet.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Way to teach your kids sportsmanship

Man, I am fired up!!!!  Saw today that one of the football teams in our county has a new tee shirt for sale.  It basically shows a muscular guy in their uniform holding one of the other team's players by the ankle, and they are surrounded by tombstones with all of the other county teams on the tombstones.  Now, I understand that healthy competition is good.  And football is a competitive sport.  Still, there are right ways to go about it, and we, as parents, are still responsible for teaching sportsmanship.  This is still a GAME.  It's parks and rec, with the youngest kids being 4 and the oldest kids being 15.  I can't see how this is an appropriate thing to wear to a peewee football game!!!  What are they thinking???

The link below is to their website where they have a picture of the design posted:

2012 Fighting Warriors T-Shirts

Monday, August 27, 2012

Violent tendencies

So I might have just told my husband that I was going to chop his arm off if he stuck his fork into the bowl of cantaloupe I was melon balling.  It could have happened.  The thing is, the cantaloupe wasn't really what made me angry.  He antagonized my oldest son while he was doing his homework.  He laid back on the bed playing fricken baseball on his phone.  He came out to model his new shoes that were delivered today.  He came back to antagonize again.  All of this was done while Iiiiii was packing lunches (including his), helping with the homework, loading the dishwasher, and cleaning the kitchen.  No offer to help.  Oh no.  He couldn't even just pipe down.  He had to push push push me over the edge.  And dammit, now he's mad at me because I was nasty to him "for no reason."  Some days I just can't win.

Oh, did I mention that my cat decided to pee in the box of Gatorade?  So yeah, I had to hand wash those and get rid of the box and clean the floor too.  Stupid cat.

Crazy Weekends and Crazier Kids

Man, do I have some crazy weekends.....

I mean, I'm sure most people say that, but really by the time it's back to work time on Monday, I normally feel like I need a drink and a nap....before 9am.  Not that I don't (usually) enjoy the craziness, but sometimes I feel like a whole week has passed in those two short days, and it's hard to keep up.  Then on the drive in to work I go over things in my mind, and I am amazed that we fit everything in there.

School started for us last week.  Oh, the back to school mayhem.  Our youngest started Kindergarten.  He is..........spirited.  He also has a hard time with change, and groups of people stress him out.  And up until the Friday before, he was still taking naps at daycare everyday.  Well, that is a thing of the past, friends, and we are not coping well.  His stress and over-tiredness has manifested into total meltdowns, complete with screaming at the top of his lungs, throwing things, hitting, kicking, slamming doors, you name it.  Now, I know this is just a phase.  I understand that it won't last for long.  And that does not help one little itty bitty bit when he is coming unglued.  You can spank him, send him to time out, hell, we even sat on him Saturday, and it doesn't stop it at all.  It just has to run its course until he quiets enough so you can whisper to him.  But of course, on Saturday, by the time that happened at my oldest son's football game, everybody in the whole park was looking at us.  I am sure that they thought my kid was out of  control, and I was the worst mother in the world.  To which I say: "=P (complete with sound effects and spittle); you have a turn."  The crazy thing is, once you get him calmed down, he is fine.  Like nothing ever happened.  Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.  Then I think - if he is this trying at 5, what will 15 be like.  I. Am. Doomed.


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Soap Therapy

I have a soap addiction.

There, I said it.  And I am in total distress because I don't have any soap that I like. I am totally out at home, which has forced me to use dish soap to wash my hands.  The one I brought in to work that the kids picked is terrible.  The problem is so bad that today my husband offered to pick some up while he is at the mall, and I had to tell him no because I have too many requirements.  I need anti-bacterial for the kitchen and the moisturizing for work and I can't sniff the new scents if he gets it and under NO circumstances is foam soap allowed.  I mean, he can't possibly want to be responsible for picking one that I don't like, right?  That sort of thing would probably make him never offer to do anything nice for me again!

After thinking about it, I am concerned about my own mental health.  This sort of thing can't be normal!  It is just soap, right?

Even worse is that I am infecting others with this disease.  My youngest son was distraught when his "cimmanen" soap was discontinued.  So much so that my mom found some on eBay, because there is apparently an underground soap market.  Who could have possibly known??  And today I came to work after a couple of days off, and told my co-worker that I don't like the new soap, to which she responded "yeah it's not good."  Is there some sort of penalty for willfully spreading a soap fetish?

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Where to start?

Wow.  I have been pondering starting a blog for a while, and now that I'm here, I find myself almost nervous.  What to say?  Where to start?  What kind of information should I share??  SO...I am going to relax, stretch my fingers, and go where my ponderings take me.

A little about me:  I have a husband and two sons that my world revolves around.  My husband is a professional truck driver.  My older son is 9, and the younger is 5.  I am the administrative manager at a small sales office, which I enjoy very much.  I enjoy cooking and baking.  Because I enjoy cooking and baking, I try to squeeze in some exercise classes when I can.  I am sure that I will speak plenty about those whenever I find time to attend.  I am late to EVERYTHING (not joking).  I am part of a relatively large family - the oldest of 4 children, and 2 stepbrothers, and my husband is also the oldest of 4 children, plus 2 stepsisters.

I have a long commute, which gives me a lot of time to ponder.  My co-worker/homie encouraged me to start this blog as a way to share some of the ridiculous nonsense that happens in my life, as well as the totally random things that pop into my head during all that alone time.  My husband thinks that I am nutsy-cuckoo because he says that nobody thinks about the random things I do, and also finds my use of the word 'ponder' to be humorous.  I basically just need an outlet for all of these awesome thoughts.

For now, it is really quite late, and there are a ton of things going on tomorrow, so I am off to bed.  'Til next time =)