Lite Brite!

This is what I have been wasting my entire Sunday on…trying to find Lite Brite refill sheets. Who ever thought this would be such a mission? The main company who sells this online is completely out of stock and then the guys on ebay want like $15 and then shipping, too. And I am not about to pay more money for the refills than what the actual machine costs. That’s just retarded to me. Ugh, I am so annoyed.

I figured I’d be able to pick up some kind of refill pack at Wal Mart. Apparently not.

But it’s been fun. And I have to admit, I had so much fun doing this with my daughter!Brought back memories for sure.

Delicious moments.

I hear the faint sounds of my dryer- drying the last load of “my duties”. Sigh…the sound of clean and order. These days I love order. But never too much of it. Today I blasted some Fleetwood and made a big batch of Chocolate Chip cookies with my children. My children and I sit around dipping our still-warm, somewhat melty cookies into freezing cold glasses of slushy milk. Mmmmmm. That moment was delicious.

So here I sit in my comfy PJ’s, having just read a great book. I lit candles throughout my bathrooom and my bedroom. My bedroom is spotless. My bedroom is truly my favorite room in the whole world. It feels warm and inviting, yet protective. I can chill in my bedroom ALL. DAY. LONG. And I always feel like my world is right when I am in the middle of my bedroom in my PJ’s, listening to my favorite playlists…and waiting for my husband to come home. It always feels just right.

I always feel like I am home with him. Just home. You already KNOW if you truly know what I am talking about. No shades of grey. Feel me?

At this moment, I feel great. The only thing that is missing is a little rain. I always love the smell of rain. It reminds me of a cleansing or of a renewal. It always relaxes me.

So besides the (missing) rain, today is the perfect day. I hope to have many more of these.

Wishing everyone who reads this … many perfect days.

Big plans…

dreams
plans
dreams
plans
dreams?

I am thirty years old.

A moment ago, I stepped out of the shower with big plans on

1.) cleaning my bathtub
2.) finishing ALL of my laundry

When…

I was reaching down beside the bathtub and this thought came to mind and I said it to myself…”The bathtub or (insert life-long dream here.)” In that breathe, I was kind of blown away because I had just stummbled carelessley upon some sort of self-realization.

It was truth.

It was one of those moments when you go…Okay, the message is clear and I need to make a decision about where my life is going.

You know for me, it was realizing that there is always going to be a bathtub to clean or random laundry that pops up everywhere; you know, just randomly. And I can- I suppose- keep doing what I’m doing. You know, the baby-on-hip thing.

But to be completely honest, I think that I will be doing the (insert life-long dream here) with the baby-on-hip thing and I am okay with that. Actually, having to be that woman has made me so strong.

So I guess just for my own mental welfare (he) I said I would write this down and then I would file it under dreams so that these thoughts are not just fleeting ones. Yes, the dreams…

They are real.

At this moment, my focus is:
1.) Living
2.) Doing

(So when do you stop dreaming and start planning? I guess I have answered my own question: I think it begins by “doing”)…

PS-
What’s really funny is that as soon as I finished this post, I thought to myself…No but I really do need to do the laundry. Wow. I really have to laugh at myself sometimes. Like now.

Leaving you with this…Got any good captions for this photo?

I swear I didn’t

set him up.

In the context of everything, I know it looks bad but when my husband wanted a bowl of cereal lastnight I hadn’t noticed that milk jug that h ad been sitting out for more than 12 hours already.

See, this is the milk that was in the fridge before we left for Florida. I simply needed to get rid of it. And so I set it on the countertop. 12 hours later, hubby is home from work and me and the kids are having bowls of cereal, our bedtime snack.

Little did H know that I had already put our good fresh milk back in the fridge before he walked in the door. So he takes one big scrumptuous bite of his cereal and WOW. The look on his face was absolutely priceless.

It was really funny. And after dying laughing all over him, I had to say “I promise I didn’t do this on purpose.”

“Promise?”

“Sure I do….”

Another linkless comment. Love these. I did respon…

Another linkless comment. Love these. I did respond under the comments. But I thought this would be good entertainment for you guys (as it was for me) until I figure out what I want to write about my current situation. Enjoy.

So if he called her…doesn’t her have a child with her?

And I’m shocked that your willing to air your laundry to the public. This info should be between your and your husband. I wonder how he would feel upon discovering you’d share every little marital dispute/problem to the public.

Maybe you should focus on solving this with your husband instead of garnering sympathetic comments from faceless people who find this all entertaining.

My 2 cents:
Obviously this is not a long time reader, because you guys know that I don’t simply air my dirty laundry. I do not write just to ‘gossip.’ I write as an outlet- to possibly learn from myself, to teach, to inspire. And trust me, someone out there is going to get something good out of what my husband and I just went through.

Secondly, my husband literally begged me not to take down this blog. Lastnight, I told him that I thought maybe things were getting too personal and that maybe I would take it down. He encouraged me not to, and for now I am taking that advice. I will leave you with this:

Don’t come here if you don’t want to read about what is going on with me RIGHT NOW on any day. Because that’s what you’ll get. You won’t get….”I made chocolate chip cookies with my impeccable children,” when there is this in my life: “My husband just called his ex girlfriend.”

Anyone feel me?

For now I will just say that the kids and I made i…

For now I will just say that the kids and I made it home safely. Hubby is here, too. I don’t know how safe he is, though. You guys might want to form a prayer chain for him. Maybe then he will survive this. I can tell you that he slept on the couch lastnight. He went to get in bed with me and I said “What are you doing?”

“You’re serious about the couch thing?”

“Ummm….YEAH!”

Made it..

to Florida safely. Only problem (and what a BIG problem it was) is that about 3 hours of the trip, Eli screamed and screamed. He hates his car seat during regular trips to the grocery store, so the 7-hour drive with him strapped in was not a pretty sight.

Hung out with Leslie lastnight. She mixed some drinks for me (yummy) and cooked. That girl can cook. (More yumminess.) The only problem (and what a BIG problem it was) is that Eli was not a good boy. The only time he was good was when he was sizing up her min pin.

See, hubby was supposed to be there with me but I left him in his hometown. After sitting in a stuffy house with a fussy baby and 3 other kids, I couldn’t take it another minute. His family kept sending him to run errands, which left me just…sitting there for 5 hours. I ended up really frustrated and saying, “This is just not practical.”

And then I loaded up the kids and left. About 5 minutes down the road, I called to tell him that I wasn’t mad…just frustrated and to make sure that I wasn’t leaving him stranded. (I knew I wasn’t because his sister was there.) I told him I would turn around and come back if I HAD to, but he may have heard Eli in the background and he told me to drive on. LOL.

So he spent the night with his fam lastnight, and I was up with Eli lastnight. I don’t think he likes change very much. So I get to hang out with my brother in Jacksonville on Friday and my best friend Ashley on Saturday.

I love visiting but I hate being a visitor and living out of bags.

Well just thought I’d check in and let you guys know that we made it here.

Oh, and OH MY GOSH. You would not BELIEVE what my grandmother-in-law said to me! So she starts off by saying “You really have lost some of that babyweight since the last time I saw you. Cause you sure were a piece of meat.”

Helloooo…who says that?! I pretty much said to her “Yeah, when was that? Oh right…about 3 or 4 weeks after I had Eli….right.”

Much love.

Sorry if I was a little biotchy yesterday towards …

Sorry if I was a little biotchy yesterday towards Monica. It was not the day, trust me. Between getting 5 people packed, figuring out there was an error in our finances and just being stressed…I was pretty much in tears. And so when I got that comment, I was ready to vent. I’m about to drive to Florida now, so I am okay now. Yes, breathing now and doing much better. (Thank you God for always loving me even when I am mean…)

Okay my husband is yelling to me (not at me…his words)for blogging because we are supposed to be walking out the door! “Coming honey.”

Okay leaving one last picture for your enjoyment…

(My cat does not just clinmb the tree, she sleeps and chills in it!)

I should have never

figured out how to use YouTube. Everyone’s in trouble now.

P.S: Right before I hit publish. i just KNEW I would get a comment like this one:
Wow…lying vs. honesty. Honesty, deceit, hurting, someone’s feelings.

hmmm…interesting.

…which is why I hit publish because the day I write this blog around everyone else, is the day I quit it. I am what I am. I can promise you’ll always get the real me. So before you view the following video…IT WAS A JOKE. I was not teaching them to hurt anyone’s feelings. Actually, I told them not to call anyone ugly- even fugly computer lady who IS NOT REAL.

So I think what Monica is saying is that maybe we should teach our kids “honesty” and that even when they think someone is ugly, we should go ahead and call them that. Although, she seems to totally contradict herself. If my kids were being totally honest and that mug was real, someone’s feelings would be really hurt.

And Monica, please own up to your comments. Link yourself. It drives me CRAZY when people leave rude comments without linking themselves which is how it always happens. Why do people do that? It drives me crazy but I guess it’s good entertainment and it keeps the blog interesting. Oh, like my kids..good entertainment. So you can call me a bad momma but be sure to call me a bad blogger while you’re at it. Afterall, I’m laughing at you and that is just PLAIN RUDE.

Back to the good stuff:

Yesterday, I just had to mess with my kids. I told them that I was IM’ing my friend, Leslie. It started out with…Do you remember her? Oh hold on, let me find her most recent picture. And then I showed them this:

I know, I know. I’m a bad mom. Getting laughs at my kids’ expense. But it was so funny. I am doing everything I can to not laugh…(And p.s…cause I’m funny about stuff like this…we are packing in the background so please excuse the mess.)

As promised…

pictures!

So Melissa, “my friend” simply refused to let me spend my 4th anniversary ordering chinese take out and watching a movie at home. And so she became the first person ever to watch little Eli. I warned her, though.

So we went into uptown Charlotte.

But before we ever left the house, this was my husband’s idea of romance:
1) let’s see if we can have sex as many times as years we’ve been married. Which mean, 4 times in one day. I said “Okay,” and he really thought I meant…OKAY.
2) Let’s get the oil changed after we drop off the kids. Again…oookay.

But you know that wasn’t going to happen. And just so you know, neither one of those things happened lastnight.

So I got dressed..actually fit into a black pair of my pre-pregnancy slacks. Mind you, I JUST fit them, meaning they were tight and they used to be pretty loose. Key word though is they FIT! And I decided I would wear my pearls because I just knew we would be having a candle lit dinner in some fancy schmancy restaurant.

I’ll let you be the judge of that:

Pretty Christmas decorations all over the place.

First stop: The Attic bar. We both got mudslides. I got to finish mine and his. (That works.)

“What is this?”
“It’s a girlie chocolatey drink. Oh, do you need cherries? Or is that too girlie for you?”
“No I don’t need cherries. Okay, give me the cherries.”

Next Stop: Chili Cheese Nachos from the street vendor guy.yummy.

See my husband’s head? He is walking without me. The nerve! He was getting so annoyed with my pictures and kept saying “People think you are a tourist.” And I laughed at him and said “Well you can just let them know that I am not a tourist. I am a blogger.” (And just for that little comment, hubby got lots of extra pictures for the rest of the night.) I love messing with him. Keep scrolling down. You’ll see.

“And here is the menu,” LOL.

“And here is my husband eating his dinner,” I announce as I snap this shot. You see the look on his face? hahaha. He’s like, okay I get it. You have your jokes tonight.

See what happens when you wear your pearls, you end up in a sportsbar.

And just to mess with him one last time…“And here I am in the elevator,” I say. hehe.

So we got to hold hands and walk through the softly glowing streets of Uptown Charlotte. And even though the night ended in a sportsbar, I had a great time. Because to me, romance is not simply candles and wine. Romance is being with the one you love…even in a sportsbar.

And PS-
Apparently, somebody likes to behave when momma is not looking. What. Ever.

Eli, please do the following at home more often. Love, mommy.