It May Be Hump Day but to me It’s Like Monday

I sit here at my desk with so many things I could be writing and sharing with you all, but to formulate one simple blog post on one topic is really just not working for my all-over-the-place brain.

I woke up on the right side of the bed with my five year old son snuggling me and being all happy with a great big hug. My son then proceeded to tell me that “there must be some cartoons on by now”. That meant *hint hint* Mama it’s time for you to wake up. I woke up, sort of. Kept hitting snooze on my alarm and laying back down, but I was awake. Then my daughter walked into my bedroom with this tween attitude asking “are you going to keep hitting snooze and laying back down or are you going to get up and make me breakfast because my stomach hurts I am so hungry”. That put me sort of in an off kilter mood because she 1) can make her own english muffin with PB (which is what she has been eating lately before school) and 2) the tone behind how she stated the question just irked me.

I rolled out of bed. Shut off my two alarm clocks and popped english muffins into toaster for the middle child and the oldest. Then I made a jelly sandwich for my youngest because the kid doesn’t eat much more than that lately and I didn’t have time to scramble eggs for him. During the process of handing plates with breakfast to everyone I was getting clothing out for the boys and making my own coffee determined to get my own self dressed soon.

facepalm

facepalm sort of day

That is when my youngest decided to be angry. He did not want a jelly sandwich, was sick of me giving that to him and there was no reasoning with this child. I told my youngest that if he were not so picky that he would have other breakfast options but because he doesn’t eat near anything that is all there was. So he went without breakfast, well I do believe he took one bite.

Then it was time to get shoes on. I grabbed socks and shoes for the boys, sat on couch like I always do and asked Aj (my middle child) to come over so I could help him get his socks and shoes on. He flat out refused saying that he wasn’t putting shoes on. Mind you about one minute before this happened he was saying how all of a sudden his tummy sort of hurt and I was telling him that he isn’t going to miss school again over him getting himself all worked up. That was not an option. Shoes though, well he can put those on himself – he is 7. Since Aj was standing firm on no shoes and no school, I tossed his shoes on the couch and told him to put them on his own self, he knows how.

Moving onto the now-over-the-breakfast-battle five year old. I put his socks and shoes on, he went into his room picked out what he wanted to wear for a shirt and over shirt and then my oldest and youngest were ready for school. Meanwhile the seven year old is crying and screaming about he isn’t going to school. I explained that I didn’t care what he was saying, his siblings do need and want to get to school on time so get shoes on and let’s go. He finally had his shoes on; the oldest and youngest went outside and got buckled up in the van when I walked back inside to a 7 year old with no shoes on …

I like seriously was frustrated at this point.

Sooooo I grabbed the 7 year old boys shoes and said come on let’s go, I led him to the van and buckled him in. Told him I was getting his sister to school on time and will deal with his shoe issue at his school so if he is late that’s his problem & fault, I will not allow his actions to make his sister late to her school. Upon arrival to the boys school I was able to get the shoes on the 7 year old and give kisses and hugs .. the boys were off.

At this point I just sigh with tears just about to fill my eyes.

I held it together. Drove home and sat in my driveway listening to country music on my car radio. Then my cell phone rang. It was the daughter’s school, she was calling because she forgot something. I had to drive down to her school, get pictures sent to my cell so I could come home, print them and bring them back to her.

This all happened this morning. By 9:30am I was home, sitting at my desk ready to work, but not without first getting this mornings story out of my mind. At this point, I am just ready to laugh out loud, tears are not wanting to come, it’s just laughter, because in all reality my morning was such an odd series of events that I don’t know what else to do except be curious about what is going to happen next…..

 

 

I Can’t Wait to Fit In Your Shoes Mama

Walking into an appointment, wearing my awesome black Earth Footwear boots, the daughter says to me “Mama I can’t wait to fit in your shoes”. I smiled and replied “hopefully my shoes are not worn out by then”.

As I sit here thinking about that brief conversation, I realize that what my daughter said can have more than the one meaning she had meant behind saying those words. To my daughter, she simply meant she wants my shoes. A compliment taken by this Mama who has a lack in fashion these days. On a deeper level this could mean something far more special; that one day my daughter will be walking in my shoes.

I am in no hurry to rush my first born into being a full blown adult, she is only 10 years old, but she has a maturity about her and knows that some day she wants to do just what Mama does. Of course, I encourage her to have college in her plans and not just “self teach” herself everything that I do, because that may help her advance with less time involved. I spend endless hours teaching myself the ins and outs of blogging and website work. I would much prefer my daughter have it slightly easier by gaining a degree that will further her doing exactly what I do. If that be what she wants to be when she is grown.

I enjoy the short special mother & daughter moments such as this because as she starts to head towards adolescence and I find myself with more grey hairs, the small moments of love with the simple statement of wanting my boots means so much to me. I am truly blessed to have such wonderful children and truly blessed that they seem to think I am awesome too.

 

Comfy Medical Scrubs For All

Yes, I have told you all before long ago that I worked as a film librarian at a hospital in a couple towns over from where I live now and I loved that job because I could get away with wearing medical uniform pants and things like hot pink scrubs. I rarely was seen by patients and so it wasn’t required that I wear such things but in all reality it was a dirty job where I got dirt on me all day from the x-ray films and basement where the older x-rays were stored so why wear my awesome clothes to work?!

I had never thought about buying medical uniforms online back then maybe because I had dial up Internet and had no clue you could purchase things online so easily and cheaper. There are so many stylish scrubs now for men and woman to wear that being a nurse, doctor or similar type of professional doesn’t mean giving up your style!

What do you think? Do medical scrubs or uniforms look comfy to you? I was in the early stages of pregnancy during this job and let me tell you what, I loved them more than maternity clothes with my first born child.

Dressing up For Special Events

This year I plan to attend blog conferences, oh yes, I plan to travel for the first time in my twenty-nine years of life! The thing I think about most when it comes to attending special events is the clothing I should have with me on such trips to events. You see, I am a simple girl with simple clothes, but for special events, such as conferences I would now have a need to purchase evening dresses and maybe even find matching bracelet with necklace to liven up the outfit for a dinner at a conference.

I have never been one to get into designer handbags but one like myself would love to have a matching handbag to go with my cute evening dress for the upcoming conferences I will attend this year. I watched as my blog friends got ready to attend an event this weekend in California, that I was invited to but could not attend and I see how they put up outfits of themselves on what to wear, asking readers to give their opinions. I love this idea of dressing up and sharing pictures online asking readers what outfit is the best to wear to a special event.

So today, I can not dress up in an evening dress with a designer handbag as I do not have anything in my closet that fits the bill, but I will leave you with a question; how do you determine what to wear/bring with you on a trip to a conference?

Please Don’t Let Winter Come

Oh my gosh it’s already September, to think next month I will be 29 and my daughter will be 8 and it will be the season of Fall which means Winter in NH isn’t that far behind it. I love Fall, it’s my favorite season and no it’s not because that is my birthday month but Fall is a warmish cold season, not too hot and not too cold usually. Right now it’s the beginning of September and we are in the mid 80′s though so who knows what Winter has in store.

I started unpacking my Winter Hats and realized I have so many hats and mittens for the kids but not so many for myself nor Justin. Even Baby K has like one hat that will actually fit him. I am not a huge hat person but I am smart enough to realize that most of your body heat escapes through your head which means Miss Brandy Ellen better be getting out to the store some day to check out the selection of Women’s Winter hats around the area!

Winter time in NH is very pretty but oh so cold and hopefully I will survive because I know my children won’t let me hibernate. I request hibernation every year and still I end up outside to build snowmen and slide down our backyard hill, I guess that’s what being a parent is all about, right?!

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