Take 1, 387...

I'm slowly becoming more consistent with everything and I am hoping that will help me keep up with this from now on.

I wouldn't make any bets though.

I kind of need a personal outlet. Now that I am trying to run a business, and actually starting to get clients, I have to keep a lot of things in separate arenas. I have clients that follow me on Facebook and Twitter, and my business blog is not an appropriate place for op-ed type pieces or rantings about my children. So, that leaves me with the good old blog that I started years ago and never kept up with. Lets see how it works out this time.

To be continued.... maybe.

Told you I never stick with this...

Maybe I will try again! Haha!

So...

I have realized that at this point I feel i have little control over my life or what happens in it. This scares the shit out of me. I've tried to make plans and be smart but something always comes along to shake me. Some of them are bad, some of them are good, but recently totally confusing. I understand how life works and that i kind of need to let go a bit but it is hard to do that knowing letting go could lead you down a path that is scary and undesirable.

I need to control myself and be smart because I can't control anything else. I can't get emotional. If I do I could really regret it. Of course i have never been good at taking my own advice...

I never stick with this....

... so I have no idea why I even bother. But here we go again. ;)

We move in less than two weeks...

... and I have packed a total of five boxes. That may not sound to bad but bare in mind that these are small boxes that only hold about 1/50th of the contents of our over-stuffed apartment. We will be moving to another apartment which will soon be just as over-stuffed because we were unable to get a house. I am kind of dreading another two bedroom place with four people and three cats and that we will probably have to live in for the next 3-4 years. We are gaining 280 sq ft, some outdoor space, our own washer/dryer, a bottom floor location (stairs + two kids + stroller + groceries = nothing good), and will no longer be sleeping next to train tracks. So it is a big step up. We also have another 1/2 bath but we really don't need or want it (I know, I'm crazy) and it will end up being a litter box room and storage and I am viewing it as kind of a waste of space. They had two layouts and we got the one we didn't want which means a smaller bedroom for the kids and a galley kitchen instead of the walk-through kitchen we wanted. Well here you can see for yourself (I have marked where we are putting things and gates we have to put up to keep the kids out of the kitchen and our bedroom)...


The move will be good though. For space and for our well-being. We have been in our current place for two years and it has never really felt like home. We have never put anything on the walls or decorated and it has really just been a place we live. Hopefully this new place will be home in the full sense of the word.

Now I need to get off here and continue not to pack.☺

I must have bad taste...

... or everyone else does. Why is it that every show I ever like is canceled? It happened with The 4400, Jericho (though it's now back, YAY), and now Cashmere Mafia and Journeyman. Blah.

If I met Snow White she'd call me Lazy...

I am horrible at this. I really want to be more consistent but I never am. So maybe I will be this time. Wish me luck.

Been away for awhile

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it's been so busy. Now that Finn is almost 4 months old he is a lot more demanding and it's so exahusting. i love my babies though and here is just one reason why.

So not fair!

Sometimes I really do wish I could stay mad at her. Even for just 5 minutes. She makes it impossible though. It's her eyes. Just like her daddy's and they get me every time.

5 seconds after pouring my water out all over the couch:

Layla-bug,

Sometimes you are a turd, but I will always love you anyway.

♥Mum mum

Just as claustrophobia sets in...

We are four people and two cats living in a VERY tiny 2BR apartment. This place has no room left for anything and we are on the verge of losing our minds. We need a house with a yard so badly it hurts but sadly we didn't think it would be a possibility because of our bad BAD credit. Well an awesome thing happened... my in-laws have said it is "a probability" that they will co-sign on a house for us and we should start looking into it. OMG! I have never been more excited ever! Yay! Wish us luck and pray that they are serious.

Above is the house of our dreams and it is IN OUR BUDGET. Hopefully we can get things worked out soon and it will still be available.

Paris Hilton is so NOT hot!

Who the fuck let her out of jail?! Do they really think "confinement" to her 8 bedroom mansion with a staff of 10 is any kind of punishment?! I would PAY to do that! I bet they let her out because she wouldn't eat the food and they wanted to avoid a lawsuit. Do they really think she eats? People, please. Get some sense cause you got played.

Finnegan's first smile... caught on camera.

I'm not even going to try and pretend we are the attentive camera-at-the-ready parents we once were. When Layla was a baby life was much different and every milestone was caught on camera. It's just not happening with Finn. It can't. If it did CPS would have to be called for the neglect of our eldest. It's not that we don't care for or love Finn as much as his sister, we just don't have the time or energy to make every second of his life a photo op as we did with her.

So, I will not try and fool you. We have gotten many smiles out of this little man, but please bare witness to the first smile captured on camera.

"How's this mama?"

"What about this?"

"OK, I think we got it."

"Really mom, I'm done."

"Seriously..."

"Would you rather...?" Wednesday

I was going to stat this last week but got lazy because, well, I hardly ever get the chance with two kids to be lazy. So we will start this week and I hope the two of you that read my blog (if I'm lucky) will find it enjoyable. Some of you may already be familiar with this game. I hope if you are you will forgive me for stealing the idea as I think playing this in a blog is just a valid as playing it in my living room.

Here is how it goes: I will pose wild questions and ask you to choose between the two options provided. I recommend that you choose your answer and then justify and defend it to the death. There are two basic rules:

1. 1. Abstinence is strictly forbidden! The phrases " I won't choose either", "Neither one", "Who cares" and/or "I would rather die" should never be uttered while discussing a question.
2. 2. No condiments, plastic surgery, or actions that change the spirit of the question may be added to the scenario.

So with that said here we go:

Would you rather...

Get caught by your boss masturbating in your favorite superhero costume

-or-

screwing his/her spouse?

Answer in comments and be honest. It's good for you. :D

Mommy feels like a loser...

I have no friends. Really, none. No one that I can really confide in besides my husband and that is a really lonely feeling. I wrote an old friend, told him I missed him and hoped we could talk and catch up. Nothing. I know he read the message because on MySpace it tells you if your message has been read. No response. So me = loser. It does not feel good. I need some "me people" people. Someone other than my husband or my kids that shares my interests and can talk about more than babies and will smack me if I talk about mine too much.

Mama to an Einstein.

Not the human kind, though I do think my babies are geniuses. We have a new kitten who we named Einstein. While he is no genius, he sure is cute.

To the girls at MOTHERS ON THE VERGE...

I am limited when it comes to ideas of my own so I kind of stole some of your layout ideas. It's only cause I love you. Thanks!

"Bye. See you."

Dear Ms. Tacoma, Wash.... YOUR A BIT@H!

I was reading this post at StrollerDerby and my eyes about fell out of my head. Here is the insane letter and the witty response from Carolyn Hax at the Roanoke Times.

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Q: Best friend has child. Her: exhausted, busy, no time for self, no time for me, etc. Me (no kids): Wow. Sorry. What'd you do today? Her: Park, play group ...

Okay. I've done Internet searches, I've talked to parents. I don't get it. What do stay-at-home moms do all day? Please no lists of library, grocery store, dry cleaners ... I do all those things, too, and I don't do them EVERY DAY. I guess what I'm asking is: What is a typical day and why don't moms have time for a call or e-mail? I work and am away from home nine hours a day (plus a few late work events), I manage to get it all done. I'm feeling like the kid is an excuse to relax and enjoy -- not a bad thing at all -- but if so, why won't my friend tell me the truth? Is this a peeing contest ("my life is so much harder than yours")? What's the deal?

I've got friends with and without kids and all us child-free folks get the same story and have the same questions.

--Tacoma, Wash.

Relax and enjoy. You're funny.

Or, you're lying about having friends with kids.

Or you're taking them at their word that they actually have kids, because you haven't personally been in the same room with them.

Internet searches?

I keep wavering between giving you a straight answer, and giving my forehead some keyboard.

To claim you want to understand, while in the same breath implying that the only logical conclusions are that your mom-friends are either lying or competing with you, is disingenuous indeed.

So, because it's validation you seem to want, the real answer is what you get. In list form.

When you have young kids, your typical day is: constant attention, from getting them out of bed, fed, clean, dressed; to keeping them out of harm's way; to answering their coos, cries, questions; to having two arms and carrying one kid, one set of car keys, and supplies for even the quickest trips, including the latest-to-be-declared-essential piece of molded plastic gear; to keeping them from unshelving books at the library; to enforcing rest times; to staying one step ahead of them lest they get too hungry, tired or bored, any one of which produces the kind of checkout-line screaming that gets the checkout line shaking its head.

It's needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15.

It's constant vigilance, constant touch, constant use of your voice, constant relegation of your needs to the second tier.

It's constant scrutiny and second-guessing from family and friends, well meaning and otherwise. It's resisting constant temptation to seek short-term relief at everyone's long-term expense.

It's doing all this while concurrently teaching virtually everything -- language, manners, safety, resourcefulness, discipline, curiosity, creativity. Empathy. Everything.

It's also a choice, yes. And a joy.

But if you spent all day, every day, with this brand of joy, and then, when you got your first 10 minutes to yourself, wanted to be alone with your thoughts instead of calling a good friend, a good friend wouldn't judge you, complain about you to mutual friends, or marvel how much more productively she uses her time.

Either make a sincere effort to understand, or keep your snit to yourself.

Household Tips For Women from The Onion

Between juggling a career and a social life, today's woman has it harder than ever, we are told. As a service to our lady readers, The Onion would like to lighten their burden by sharing some tips to make things easier around the house.

~You may find yourself lying in bed at night beside your husband thinking, "Is this all?" It isn't, sister. With a cup of corn starch in your sheet laundry, you can achieve those perfect hospital corners.

~The only way for a woman to know herself as a person is through creative work of her own. Cut grilled cheese sandwichces diagonally and let your spirit soar!

~Power that pan clean with Girl Power! The same goes for counters, collars, rugs, curtains, tile, grout, duvet covers, venetian blinds, and problem areas.

~When you open yourself to the abundance of the universe, anything is possible... even getting a clean toilet with NO SCRUBBING! Pour a can of Coca-Cola into the toilet, let it sit for one hour, and then flush it clean. You can use that extra sixty minutes of free time to believe, breathe, dream, laugh, or CELEBRATE what makes you UNIQUE!

~Do you often find yourself wishing there were more hours in the day? Juggling a career, a home, and a relationship can be hard, but you can't let any one of those things go, or you will be a failure as a woman. Taking a regular dose of methamphetamine will give you the energy to successfully manage all three and spare you the inconvenience of sleep.

~Liberate yourself from household chores: Have children!

A slacking mama offers penance...

I know I suck for slacking so much. I have a newborn... I have an excuse.