As it turns out my life is just as hectic as ever. Funny that. Four kids.
Tomorrow is toby's birthday. Gifts are bought. I took your advice and went for the most toys i could get for $100, which turns out to be quite a lot. I like to have four gifts. One from mom and dad, and one from each sibling.
Summer still eludes us, as does spring. I try to convince myself that this has nothing to do with global warming.
My life seems to be on a string of bad luck, hopefully happening only in threes.
Over the winter i ran over a cat and killed it which was a very bad day for me. Then i hit a squirrel and the other day i ran over a snake. I'm hoping i'm done with that now, although i still use extra caution with all the chickens running loose in my driveway ( i asked shane a few months ago to fix the chicken run so they couldn't get out and eat all my plants and poop on our deck. He removed half the fencing to fix it and it it has sat that way for two months.)
Over christmas the washer broke and then the dryer a few days later. We used some credit to buy new ones. A couple months ago the dishwasher broke and we have been washing by hand ever since (my poor hands.) Last week our barbeque caught on fire and melted out the bottom (luckily the fire stopped before the tank blew out.) I'm hoping we're done with the appliance threesome curse.
We started out the school year with a miserable toby which morphed into the tantrum-y parker and sprung in spring to the defiant eliza. I fear that moody tristan is next.
Life is less than boring, but exhausting. Every afternoon i picture myself passing out in the schoolyard. Face down. Either sleeping or crying.
In the meantime please excuse my inability to write a legible sentence or sleep more than five hours in a night. I have made up for it by feeding my inner clothes horse and have purchase more new clothes than i've had in the last ten years combined. I have become one of those wives:
"is that new?"
"this?! NOOOOO. I've had it for ages."
Thinking that life is going to get easier: priceless.
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Oh, oh – I do that! The secret is to bring it home from the store, remove all tags, and hang it in the closet for a week or so. Once he’s used to seeing it hanging there in it’s natural environment the husband doesn’t even register it when he sees me wearing it.
I’m feeling your exhaustion. Why do the schools insist on cramming 8 field trips – for each class – into the last 3 weeks of school?
Oh, oh – I do that! The secret is to bring it home from the store, remove all tags, and hang it in the closet for a week or so. Once he’s used to seeing it hanging there in it’s natural environment the husband doesn’t even register it when he sees me wearing it.
I’m feeling your exhaustion. Why do the schools insist on cramming 8 field trips – for each class – into the last 3 weeks of school?
Sorry about the double post. It was hanging for the longest time so I hit ‘post’ again, thinking it wasn’t going through. Apparently it did :-\
i think i speak for everyone when i say we want details on the clothes. and of course, i am sorry about the tired. sometimes i feel it will never go away.
my solution to beat the bad karma away? I light a candle, pray, and don’t bitch about my kids, husband, acquaintances, anything for a whole day.
and yes, details of the clothes!
Every afternoon i picture myself passing out in the schoolyard. Face down. Either sleeping or crying.
This sentence kind of sums it all up, doesn’t it?
I hope Toby has a great birthday, and likes all of his toys.
JenB, and Jess, the tired does get better when the kids are older. Especially when they are teenagers and sleep til noon if you let them. Hang on!
I’m in your club too! My hubs thinks I never buy clothes anymore. Poor sucker.
I hope Toby’s birthday rocks. But of course it will, with a mom like you!
Hope you find some energy soon. And avoid more roadkill and appliance death!
Happy birthday Toby! I second (or third) the details on the clothing. I want to live vicariously through you. Pictures?
I tell myself that if he believes that the Lululemon racer-back tank is 5 years old, he deserves it!
It all comes out in the wash (or when my credit card bill comes in) anyway.
Oh and Kim’s idea is pure genius!
And Happy Birthday, Toby!
I’m pretty sure I can justify the clothing expense – just give me a minute…
I can understand the squirrel and cat remorse, but thankfully that snake is deceased. I’m not a snake fan. Ick.