My week in review

Posted by georgieporgie on March 5, 2008

Since I last left you all with my trip report, a lot has happened…

Before I get into all of that I want to stop and make a world wide web announcement…I hurt my “bestie” with one of my blogs. That was never my intention…I write and type and something takes hold of me…I LOVE to write-I am in NO way shape or form a pro nor do I pretend to be….the end product, a blog…which in turn  1)doesn’t hurt anyone’s feelings 2) makes you laugh…if I can can acomplish those 2 things I am doing good… I never for one second thought anything I ever typed would be hurtful or taken the wrong way. So to my bestie I am sorry,I never meant to hurt you in any way shape or form…I am, to say the least, very falable…I like to make peope smile,make people laugh but never at somone else’s exspense! So I hope you can forgive me…

Ok…when we last left each other I was still on my ES high, typed up a blog and had to sub…scarey thought me subbing again, but I gotta tell ya…when people say don’t judge-you really shouldn’t judge. Let me explain, last year I loved the 8th graders,refused to sub for 6th graders and 7th graders were somewhere in between.

This year I have found that 8th graders HAVE to be the devils spawn,6th graders when their teachers have 5th hr plan are angels and I have a new-found appreciation for those 7th graders(yanno the ones I refused to sub for last yr-that would be those 6th graders) are you following me? I dont wanna confuse anyone….well my subbing doodies Mon & Tues were for 7th graders and I gotta tell ya they have REALLY matured since last yr! They were a pleasure to sub for,and at this point I am thinking they are more mature than those darn 8th graders I subbed for earlier this yr…yanno the ones who tried to kill me….I just wanna say so much about these beans right now but I dont wanna hafta do the whole *names have been changed thing-if any mom from SMS happens upon my blog for the last week of Feb. 2008 just know your child was a doll to sub for and I hope I was a positive influence in his/her lives for at the very least one day…

I got respect and they earned my respect,I felt like I did a good job…like maybe I made a difference in one beans life…it was a good 2 days…

I wake up Wednesday suppose to be a subbin only to find myself…well not myself…something nasty had taken over my body and at this point I am willing to confer it may be alien life form! Yanno the feeling,you can feel it coming on,some of you may pop vitamin c,d,a,e,f,z or even g. Me on the other hand tends to “wait things out”  Well I fell hard,I had to cancel my sub job and crawled back into bed after I had all the beans off to school…

I wanna take this moment to stop and say that this week(it will be last week when you finally read this…) starting Monday was a day of firsts. Middle bean decided he was gonna go out for track…oldest bean had 7th grade cheer clinic-meaning she had to stay after school and help the 7th grade girls who wanna try-out for 8th grade cheer learn all week-clinic…so keep in mind, I am by Wednesday feeling like, well basically shit…and mr gp is on the night shift(11-7) meaning he gets home at 7:30am and sleeps until,well until…I am trying to not be hostile as I type this since he does work so I can stay home with the beans BUT, remember I feel like shit! At some point I am hoping for a “honey,you take it easy and sleep,I will go get the beans and take care of them”  no that doesnt come,so I suck it up and do my mommie doodies(yea the beans laugh everytime I say doodies=duties)

So the beans are doing track/cheer clinics and practice and I am goin to pick up lisest bean at 3:40 then come home and make “TEA” ok, tea around here is a monumentaul thing, I still boil my tea on the stove, fill my jug with ice and a cup of sugar(sweet by some standards) but non-the-less it is OUR tea! They pick my tea over soda,pop,cola,whatever is your flavor of terms,my tea even beats out juice and water-it gets me through the day…. Then I am off to pick up the beans at 2 different schools. Keep in mind I feel like death warmed over, aka shit….I cook dinner each night…thats my doodie…right? I am a good mom…I am planting those roots right? Never let em see ya sweat… oh hell by this point I am spent! That is basically my Mon-Friday routine last week, Mon & Tues not so bad but after that it went downhill…and I find myself starting to resent mr gp because he gets to go to work then come home and sleep. While my work may be never-ending-the household chores like laundry,dishes,vaccumming,runing the beans here and there etc…you pile the word SICK on top of it and my life takes on a whole new meaning. I am not a very good sick person…

So we get to our Friday night and mr gp promised everyone dinner at the “fish shack” a very yummy-semi-local restaurant…but the beans have other plans…oldest bean has a cheer end of season party at ugh ci-ci’s one of the worst pizza places ever planted on this earth,middle bean has been invited to a local Christan concert and lilsest bean was invited to stay the night with her bestie….so we send oldest bean off for her cheer endeavors….soon I learn that middle bean has been “DUMPED” upon,ditched,ummm whatever other term you wanna use…I am pissed! Not my lil alien dude,he’s my baby boy,he’s my bubba luv….DON’T mess with a momma and her ONLY son! So the 4 of us go to the Fish Shack-it is very good-only thing was I really cant taste much…being sick has a way of doing that to ya…

This was also “MY” weekend meaning I dont gotta share my beans with the sperm donor…thats prolly a whole nother blog in itself for me, BUT, yeah again with the BUTs…  it is MY weekend…oldest beans stays with another cheerleader friend,middle bean is soooooo upset he was ditched and lilest bean is staying home with mommie because mr gp has to work 11-7…I am 1000% certain she woulda rather went to her besties house…but she stayed home with me….for a moment I think thats those roots…

So Saturday rolls around I get oldest bean home(I even made her walk home-her friend lives 11 houses down from us-BUT the beans NEVER walk the streets) and I am ina fit to be tied,I still feel awful but some reason my house isn’t my house…my homestead looks like it should be decalred a diaster zone,there are coffee cups here n there(yep lilest bean drinks coffee)there are clothes ga-lore every-where,clean and dirty-at this point I cant tell the difference! ALL I can think of isssss it’s strip your sheets day,I mean we dont want bed bugs right…and ummm this is what moms do right? we strip sheets every-other week? UMmmm they-the beans should know this… I make it known no-one is going or doing nuttin until they realize the maid apparently didnt show up all week and pick up after them. Middle bean even had the nerve to tell me “Mom we don’t have a maid, you always do this stuff….” ummmm if I had any strength in me at all I prolly woulda strangled the middle bean right then and there! So they help out getting the house looking semi-normal. I am trying to not get upset as I pull airhead wrapper after airhead wrapper from between the sofa cushions,pudding toppers from under the sofa,fruit roll up wrappers scattered all over the end tables…I sit down on the floor completely depleated and wonder who are these 3 beans standing in front of me? I will NOT cry, I repeat to myself, I will NOT cry…do I really do this much picking up after them??? At this point in all my glory sittin on the floor of the living room covered in every kind of wrapper imaginable to a kids liking, I call a family meeting and inform them that I have officially had it!

“From here on out things are gonna change” I inform them. Lilest bean asks me why I have wrappers all over me, I give her THE LOOK!  No one speaks another word until I am done ranting and I ask them if they understand what I have said…they give me a hug,tell me sorry,help me up off the floor, then middle beans tells me  “Mom I didnt eat all 112 airheads by myself…the girls had some too!”  Then lilest bean asks me “Mom are you gonna make me get a job too?” 

So we are all shave your legs sheet clean(ladies you know how good clean sheets feel especially after you have just shaved your legs),the homestead looks somewhat like a homestead again,life is good…and my middle bean is still tryin to hook up with his friends who are at this point still be ditchin him…(insert broken moms heart here) my lilest bean is goin with my bestie to spend time with her bestie and oldest bean wants her friend to come over to spend the night. Mr gp is off work tonight and I plan on going to bed early…which I did…I plan on sleeping in and getting some much needed rest…

At 5:30am mr gp comes into the bedroom and asks me if I wanna go to breakfast,huh? what? did you just seriously wake me up at 5 freaking 30 to ask me to breakfast? He also at this point decides he wants to carry on a conversation with me,telling me that he has been up since 4am-he couldn’t sleep,nights really mess with him he informs me,that he hasnt eaten in over 40 hrs and he is going to start the coffee….I give HIM “THE LOOK” He returns at 8:30am to see if my demeanor has changed. I really don’t feel like going to breakfast but the beans are up and they are going and last night was the first night in many nights that I actually slept,my nose that had become a faucet had slowed to a dribble and I didnt cough the entire night…so I get up,dress,brush my teeth,pull my hair into a pony and attach a ball cap to my mop…

Breakfast was good, it gave me some energy and I was actin goofy with my middle bean who decided he wanted to sit next to me-he NEVER wants to sit next to me or anyone for that matter…anytime we get a large table he is always way at the end by himself…so I start singing to him and he calls me a REE-TARD of course I inform him I am NOT a REE-TARD ima Re-A-Tard yanno it rhymes with Le-A-Tard…no really, I didnt just type that for your benefit, I actually said that to him-he laughs at me, ahhhh a smile, finaly a smile and I can tell I am starting to feel a lil bit better…. 

Sunday was a nice family day,I lounged in bed most of the day and mr gp dealt with the beans. I really,really wanted to go get a shot of dimerol BUT that would mean I would be down another 3 days and I can’t hold fast to the fact that my saturday family meeting actually sunk in…as a matter of fact it is now Wed March 5th and as I look around the homestead I KNOW nothing I said on saturday actually sunk in! So I help get the beans ready for the week ahead,make sure they have homework done and clean clothes yanno all that fun stuff!

Monday was a cold,rainy,sleety,snowy day,the fireplace roared as I layed on the sofa and slept…Oldest bean has 9th grade cheer tryouts all week till 5pm. I hope she makes it,mr gp wishes she would go out for basketball -mainly because it’s about $1500 cheaper, if she makes it I dont know how we will afford it,but it will work out-it always does OR so I thought up until yesterday when they went for their 6month teeth cleanings…oldest bean has a cracked tooth that to fix will set us back after insurance pays it’s portion a whopping $616 and lilest bean has several issues that will cost us $624.60. I was skeered to tell mr gp because I knew what his reaction would be and well I was close…he said there goes our summer vacation….so I did a lil googling and found this….taken from the ASU website

  The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18 and came up with $160,140 for a middle income family. Talk about sticker shock!  That doesn’t even touch college tuition…………..For those with kids, that figure leads to wild fantasies about all the money we could have banked if not for (insert your child’s name here). 

For others, that number might confirm the decision to remain childless. But $160,140 isn’t so bad if you break it down. It translates into $8,896.66 a year, $741.38 a month, or $171.08 a week. That’s a mere $24.44 a day! Just over a dollar an hour.  Still, you might think the best financial advice says don’t have children if you want to be “rich.” 

It is just the opposite. 

What do your get for your $160,140? 

Naming rights. First, middle, and last! 

Glimpses of God every day. 

More love than your heart can hold.

Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs.

Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies.

Someone to laugh yourself silly with no matter what the boss said or how your stocks performed that day. 

You get to finger-paint, play hide-and-seek, catch lightning bugs, and fly kites.

You have an excuse to keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh, watching Saturday morning cartoons, and going to Disney movies. 

You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator magnets and collect spray painted noodle wreaths for Christmas, hand prints set in clay for Mother’s Day, and cards with backward letters for Father’s Day

For $160,140, there is no greater bang for your buck. 

You get a front row seat to history to witness the first step, first word, first bra, first date, and first time behind the wheel. 

You get to be immortal. You get another branch added to your family tree, and if you’re lucky, a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren. 

You get education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match. 

In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there with God. You have all the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the monsters under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever, and love them without limits, so one day they will, like you, love without counting the cost.

So I really hope oldest bean makes the 9th grade cheer squad AND plays basketball if she so desires,I hope middle bean becomes a track star and that next yr when he is an 8th grader he will be the best football & basketball player he can be and when lilest bean finally decides what she wants to do I want to know in my heart we did everything possible to make their dreams come true and that we didn’t hinder them for one second because we didnt know how we would pay for it …teeth and all!

My confession for today: A Bottle of Nyquil is almost as good as a shot of dimerol…