Hunting season is upon us. We spent the whole weekend at the cabin while DH and Bubba hunted. Then we came home and DH stayed to hunt. I'm exhausted. I don't realize how much DH does to help until he is gone. I need six arms and nerves of steel just to handle the kids.

I'm going to get a better start to tomorrow by setting the clothes out tonight and getting everyone up earlier in the morning. This morning was total chaos, there was no time for breakfast, and I was still late for work.

I love my kids and my life though. No matter how hard it is, or how tired I am I truly appreciate it all!

My ds has been coaching little league for 4 years. He's never lost a game. This year Bubba is on his team. Tonight they had their final game. They lost. The final score was 14 - 6. I am just sick for my dh, but mostly for Bubba. His team broke his dad's winning streak. That was one of his worst fears, he feels like he let his dad down. Fortunately, tonight they are going to deer camp and it's youth hunt weekend so they'll get some bonding time without us girls.

Now, on to basketball season!

Ahhh, the weekend. Is it sad that I live for the weekends? I was so ready to catch up on my sleep!

I've been trying to lose weight, but I am getting discouraged. I gave up regular coke, I've been walking 2 miles, 4 days a week, and I haven't lost a pound. I figured changing to diet coke would help me drop at least 10 pounds. I mean come on, I drank almost a 2 liter a day when I drank the real stuff. But no, not one doggone pound!

What the heck????????? It's been 4 weeks. I have been watching what I eat, I haven't quit eating, but I guess that's going to have to be my next step. Seriously, what does it take?

Ugggghhhhhh.

Writing Prompt: I wish someone told me

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I wish someone told me...

You'll get over him, in time

Listen to your mom, she does know best

Friends come and go, it's part of life

Life will never be fair, even when you are grown

Real trust is just as rare as real love

Marriage will be hard work, no matter how in love you are

That yes being a mom is hard, but it would give back a hundredfold

Sometimes babies cry for no reason

Kids climb things and then get stuck at the highest, most awkward positions

When fishing, look behind you before you cast your line

Weeks after the Brazilian wax, it would itch like crazy!!

P.S. I'm sure someone (mom) told me all of these things, I really should have listened!

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Pumpkin Time

We bought Bubba and Sissy pumpkins and paint. Here's what we got.

Bubba's:



Bubba wasn't too excited. He painted with a look of boredom and got the heck out of there. Do you like the unibrow?

Sissy's:



Sissy is still excited and says pumpkin repeatedly now. I have to say I was impressed with Sissy's pumpkin. Yes, she just smeared the paint on, but I can tell you if I had tried to make a pumpkin look like that I couldn't have done it.

I have NO artistic creativity. I once drew a car and bubba told me it was a good drawing of a horse.

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Sick days

I know mom's don't get them, but this weekend I sure would have liked to have one. I've got a cold and it has me run down to the point of wanting to do nothing but sleep. Now I have a feeling both kids are getting it. Bubba fell asleep at 5:30 this afternoon, and is still sleeping, and I can hear Sissy coughing in her bedroom right now. I hope this isn't a sign of what's to come this winter!

Since everyone's in bed I'm going too.

Hope everyone had a good weekend. Maybe by next weekend I'll feel like joining the living!

Goodnight.

You never know what's going to come out of Bubba's mouth.

The other night DH and I were talking and of course Bubba was listening to see what gossip he could pick up on so he could share with his friends. I commented that there must have been 500 people at a party we went to and DH says I bet there were 15 times that many. (Can we say exaggeration?) Bubba pipes in and says 15 times 5 is 75, add two zero's that would be 7,500 people. DH says that's right and Bubba says:

"Hey, I got my smarticles back!"

I couldn't stop laughing. Smarticles? I never knew he had smarticles, much less that he lost them. And, what the heck are smarticles?

Writing Prompt: My 10 biggest fears

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1. I fear something bad happening to my kids, husband, or dad.
2. I fear I'll fail my children while raising them.
3. I fear death.
4. Right now, I fear the economy.
5. I fear my big, smart mouth might make me lose my job one day. I try to keep it shut, but sometimes when I've had enough I just can't keep it in anymore.
6. I fear God. Not in a bad way, the way I should fear God.
7. I fear I'll never lose the weight I need to lose, even though I am trying.
8. I fear getting old. I notice that as each year passes my definition of old changes, but one day I'll have to admit I'm old. I want to live for a long time, but I don't want to be old.
9. I fear closed, small places.
10. I fear terminal illness.
These aren't in any particular order and some might seem silly, but I typed the first 10 things that came to mind.

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I can see the headline now - COLLEGE STUDENT BITES WHEN SHE DOESN'T GET HER WAY

Sissy's still biting. We took her to the doctor and he says there's nothing wrong with her. I say she's just stubborn, hard headed, and everything goes her way or you get bit.

Now when she bites she announces that she bit and laughs. It's not funny. I'm at the end of my rope here kid!

I've always heard you never see a kid go to college not potty trained so don't worry about it. Now I'm wondering has anyone ever seen a kid go to college and still be biting?

Back to work after a 3 day weekend. Yucky!

I have to go back to work tomorrow.

Three days off sure was great!

But now I am full of grief and sorrow.

Because Monday's I always hate!

I hid like a big chicken!

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Writing prompt: Write about a time you hid from someone, or a time you disguised who you really were.

I was 21. I was dating the ultimate bad boy. You know the one's you see in the movies, they are bad for you, but ohhhhh sooooooo good. I was in love. One look into his deep brown eyes and I'd melt.

He had me under his total control and I believed everything he told me. He was a smooth talker and he made me feel good in ways I didn't know existed.

My mom saw him with another girl in his truck. He lied his way out of that one. I found a note from another girl. He looked at me with those eyes and said I love only you. There was a kleenex in his bathroom with a big red lipstick kiss on it. He said his housekeeper left it.

I kept trying to break up with him, but every time he would look deep in my eyes, kiss me like I had never been kissed, and then I would melt and take him back. Dang it he was good!

I finally broke it off. I was determined it was over. I knew he was cheating with several other girls. I just couldn't live with it anymore.

He showed up at my best friends house while I was there. I couldn't face him. I told her to say I wasn't there. I hid in her closet. I cowered in the back of her closet praying he wouldn't look for me. I knew if I saw him I was toast.

She told him it was over and to not contact me anymore. She finally convinced him I wasn't there.

I haven't seen him since. He called me once, at a new job, right after I got married. I didn't pick up the phone. I. knew. better.

Watch out, she bites!

Our son is the calm laid-back type. He's never caused us much trouble and there's not much that bothers him.

We were both hoping when our second was born she would be a little bit of a spitfire with some attitude.

WHAT WERE WE THINKING?

We love her personality and she's very entertaining, but we are paying for it big time!

She's biting at daycare. They've tried everything within their means to get her to stop. Sometimes I am signing up to 3 incident reports a day. We are happy with our daycare, but I don't think they are happy with us and I'm sure the parents in her class hate us! Last week they requested one of us be available to come spank her when she bites. (Yes we believe in spanking and so does the daycare owner, however, she doesn't spank other people's kids because of laws, etc.)

We tried putting it off and ignoring their request, but yesterday I realized we had to do something or we were going to get kicked out of daycare. There aren't many good daycares around here so, DH and I talked last night and decided today would be a good day to start. He works a minute from the daycare and he didn't have anything going today. So we sat her down and told her from now on when she bites at daycare daddy was going to come spank her in front of her friends. She cried and said no biting, so we knew she understood.

I left her at 7:30 this morning. At 8:30 DH called and said he was heading over there because she had bit already. My stomach sank and I wanted to cry. They put her in time out and when DH walked in she got excited yelling daddy, daddy. She thought he was there to pick her up. He explained to her that when she bites he has to come spank her so he did and then he left her screaming mad.

I want to cry even more after hearing the story. I don't know if I feel more sorry for DH or sissy. But I know she has to learn.

After all this could be a real problem when she starts dating, unless he's into that sort of thing.....LOL!

Seriously, anyone out there have a solution?

Spoiled Brat

I am so aggravated at Bubba right now! I can't believe we've raised our son to be such a spoiled brat!! He's been begging to go bowling. Tonight he has a friend spending the night so we told them we would take them out to eat and bowling.

We felt like we were doing something special for them, but can he appreciate it? No! After we finished bowling he was mad that I beat them (I let them add their score together against mine) and then he started pouting because we wouldn't let them bowl another game. It was past 10:30 and Sissy was sleepy.

Then he starts in saying he would have rather stayed at home. Seriously, did you just say that? We just spent over $60 taking you and your friend out to eat and bowling and you don't appreciate any of it?

Uuughhhhh. I just want to scream!

Writers Workshop from Mama's Losin' It

Writing prompt: Write a letter to someone you miss greatly.

I am writing to my mom. She passed away three and a half years ago after a very long battle with rheumatoid arthritis that destroyed many of her joints and completely disabled her in the end.

Mom,

I still miss you and think of you daily. So much has happened since you passed away. Where should I start?

We had a baby girl. I know you won't believe it, but I swear I'm not pulling your leg. She's two. DH and I often talk about how much you would love her. She's quite the little spitfire, which by the way reminds me of you. She's blonde with big blue eyes and will talk your ears off when she gets fired up.

Bubba is really growing up. Can you believe your first grand baby is ten already? By next year he'll be as tall as me. He's already passed me in shoe size. He's still well behaved and gets really good grades. He plays football and loves it. He also plays soccer and basketball too, but football is definitely his favorite.

Dad's doing great. I never in my life thought we would be so close. He's been my rock, and I hope I've been his. I've tried my best. He bought a boat so he stays busy fishing, gardening, and taking care of that big yard.

I want you to know I love you and appreciate everything you did for me growing up. I realize now how hard it was and how much you suffered. I wish you were here. I have so much I would love to say, but I can't because it still hurts too much. I hope I make you proud.

Love,
Your baby girl

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Has anyone seen my shoe?

I'm notorious for thinking about getting things together for the next morning, but not doing it. I always think I'll get up a little early so I can iron and fix my lunch, but it never happens.

This morning the alarm goes off and what do I do? Hit snooze, not once, not twice, but three times. So, by the time I get up I have no extra time to do anything beyond the normal getting ready routine. I knew I should have ironed and fixed my lunch last night. Crap!

Things were going pretty good. I picked out an outfit that didn't need ironing and got dressed. Then decided I would just go out for lunch. Yes, I'm going to be on time!

Well, I always wear the same pair of brown shoes with this outfit, but I could only find one of the shoes. By this time I can hear sissy in her room crying wanting me to come get her and DH is in the shower so I know the crying is not going to stop until I go get her. I'm running around like a crazy woman looking for my other shoe.

I looked in the closet, under the bed, in the living room, in the kitchen, in both bathrooms, and in Bubba's room. No shoe to be found and sissy is getting louder and louder, I'm getting even more frustrated and now I'm going to be late for work. I ran in the bathroom and shouted at DH "I can't find my other shoe and I'm past frustrated"! (Like it's his fault)

So, DH gets out of the shower to help me find my other shoe. (Thanks honey!) I go get sissy and get her dressed and ready to go, while DH searched the house and he couldn't find the other shoe either. Where did that shoe go? We don't have any pets inside our house so I know the dog didn't hide it. I always take my shoes off at the same place and all my other shoes were lined up right in that place, all matching pairs. I even asked sissy if she knew where it was and she just kept repeating "momma where's your shoe?"

I finally gave up and put on a newer, uncomfortable, pair of brown shoes. Yes they are cute, but they are not broke in and comfy like the pair I wanted to wear. Now I'm at work thinking about that stupid missing shoe and not getting anything done. Not to mention, my feet hurt. ( I know whaaaaa, whine a little why don't ya)

When will I learn? If I had just taken a few minutes last night this would have all been avoided and my feet would be comfy and happy in my favorite pair of brown shoes. At least I think they would, that shoe has to be in the house somewhere, right?

Growing up is hard (for Mom!)

(Throwing on the brakes)

What happened to my baby boy? Where in the heck did you hide him? I know this child can not be him. I want my baby back!

Don't get me wrong. I still love him as much as ever and in some ways I'm glad he's growing up and getting some independence. But he's still my baby. I'm not ready.

In the mornings when he's in the shower I'm not allowed to even go in the bathroom for ANY reason. He's behind a shower curtain for goodness sake. It's not like I'm going to pull it back and peek! Just last year he was nakie all the time running around the house with not a care in the world.

At night when it's time to do homework he goes in his room and does it on his own. Last year we practically did it for him.

Suddenly he knows it all and we are S-T-U-P-I-D.

At the store this weekend he wanted shower gel and deodorant. You want what? WHY?

I'm not ready for this, can I protest???!!!

Confession.

Today while I cleaned the house I let sissy (she's 2) play with a bag of dum dum suckers.

Every night this week as soon as I got home from work we had to leave to go somewhere. I have not done anything around the house. So today I knew I had to clean.

She was completely content and I was getting the house clean! When does that ever happen with a 2 year old?

Just as I was finishing cleaning sissy said, "momma look". She had a big smile on her face and I could tell she was so proud. I went to the table where she had been and she had taken the wrapper off and licked every. single. one.

I didn't know whether to be proud or scould her. But, since I did let her have them I smiled and said "wow sissy that's great".

So, now we know I'm not getting the mother of the year award! Oh well, she survived and the house is clean.

What's your confession when it comes to your kids?

P.S. When Bubba (he's 10) discovers all the suckers are gone I'm gonna be toast. LOL!!

Writers Workshop

Writing prompt: Do you have reoccurring dreams? What are they about?

I have several reoccurring dreams and through the years they have never changed.

First dream:

I am a young child and I'm walking alone in the woods. It's late in the day and the sun is going down.

I come up to this big wall with a big wooden door (BIG, like a drawbridge door). The wall is covered in dark green ivy. I know the door leads into a castle and I want to go in soooo bad.

But, when I get to the door I can see that the wall is covered in snakes! Snakes are everywhere. I am so terrified. I don't turn and run I just stand there and watch the snakes.

I want to go in that door, but I can't figure out how.

That's always how the dream ends.

I seriously must get in that door one day!

Second dream:

I'm driving a car, but I am in the backseat.

I can't control the car.

It's just me and I don't know why I'm in the backseat. I try to climb into the front seat but I can't.

Sometimes I'll make it into the passenger seat, but the car is always out of control.

Third dream:

It's an emergency and I am trying to dial a phone number.

I CAN'T DIAL IT!

I can't dial it right. I try, and retry, but I keep dialing the wrong numbers.

I know the number and can say it in my head, but my fingers will not dial it.



The last two dreams I can kind of explain. I have serious control issues and I know it. And I ALWAYS panic in ANY emergency situation. But that first dream, I have no explanation for it.

Do I really want to give this blogging thing a try?

I've been reading a lot of blogs.

I love to write.

My problem is, do I want to be known or unknown?

If I stay unknown I can say whatever I want, but I can't post pictures of my beautiful children.

If I become known I have to worry about hurting someones feelings, and I have to worry about the creeps creeping around. I could have two separate blogs, but who has the freaking time?

Hmmmm, maybe I'll give it some more thought. What do you think, and what are your experiences?