The basketball jersey

My oldest, Amanda plays basketball on the girls junior high team. They have three uniforms that they have to wear. One for scrimmages and practices, one for home games and one for away games. Amanda is well aware what her basketball schedule is. She has it posted in the kitchen and carries a copy in her backpack. Yesterday, I had to work, so I wasn't home in the evening (I work afternoon shift). She knew she had a game today, but didn't make sure she had her jersey for today.

So this afternoon she calls home (a half hour before she needs the jersey) and tells me she couldn't find it this morning and asked me if I would look for it. I said well I'll try but I'm not promising anything. I looked in her bedroom. Now if you can remember back to being a teen and how many clothes you had, you can imagine what her room looks like. Clothes everywhere! I looked in the laundry room, in the hamper, behind the couch, in the little boy's toybox, behind the tv, in the other kid's closets, every where I could think of, I looked.

I look and look and the whole time I'm thinking, why am I looking for this thing. She knew she had a game today. She should have taken better care of it. She shouldn't have waited until the last minute. Does she think I can just jump up once I find it and run it to her, because I can't - I have to get her little brothers ready first. I shouldn't have to be looking for it, it's not my responsibility.

I kept looking and thinking about it. Why was I looking for it? It must be mom guilt. I would have felt bad, if she couldn't play at that game today, because she didn't have her jersey. So I kept looking and looking for it, until she called and asked if I found it. I told her no and I looked everywhere. God's honest truth. I have no idea where that jersey is.

Amanda said, oh well I guess I just won't play today, I'll just sit on the bench and watch instead of play. Now, she didn't seem that upset over it. I actually think I was more upset than she was. Why do I let myself feel that way. Deep down I know she was responsible for it, deep down I knew it wasn't my fault. Deep down I know there wasn't anything I could do about it and yet I felt terrible, like I let her down of something. It has to be mom guilt that makes me feel that way.

hmmm, peanut butter

Just had to share what my little darling did today. He found a jar of peanut butter, opened it and decided he would eat some. He also thought the cat was hungry. So my sweet, precious baby smeared peanut butter all over himself, his jammies, his hair, the cat - yah, you read that right. He smeared it all over the cat, LOL!! The floor, and the walls. Oh, he looked like he was having a blast doing it too. So I thought I'd share with all of you just how much fun my little wonder had. Just don't pay any attention to my messy house :) Did I mention that I also have to work today? I now have to clean up mess monster, the cat and the house, all before I go to work - all in 2.5 hours. Oh what a lovely day, I'm having!

Before:



The poor cat



In the tub, before bath





After



With his big brother, who used to do this type of stuff



And big brother

Oh My God!!

My house stinks, literally!!

My downstairs is covered in poo water!!!! Yah, that's right, our sewer backed up! And we live in a split entry house. Our laundry floor is covered (at least 3 inches deep in nasty, stinky water), my bathroom downstairs is covered in poo and poo water, and it started to seep into the familyroom and garage. Rich took all the laundry to the laundry mat, because it was all laying on the floor. Everything was wet and nasty. I was supposed to work, but I had to call off to clean up the mess and wait for the plumber. We have to pay a plumber for weekend hours too.

Sucks BIG time!!!

I was so upset, I almost had an asthma attack. I started up a load of clothes, and while I was still down there sorting through the clothes, I saw all this water flowing into the laundry room. When I looked in the bathroom, water was shooting out of the toilet like a big gesyer (sp?). Water and crap went all over the bathroom walls, toilet, and also shot out of the shower drain. It was nasty, poo water! So GROSS! I shut the washer off and ran upstairs to tell Rich. I had to take pictures for the insurance company and everything.

I'm so grossed out right now. EWWWW!!!

Update: We bleached down everything in the laundry room, bathroom, garage and family room. It's all clean now, and sanitized. The plumber said that we have a sunken pipe and it will cost 15 hundred dollars to fix, on top of the 250, for fixing the mess and cleaning the drain. This just after the gas company came and told us we had a leak and since it was outside the house we were responsible for fixing it. Just got the grass to grow in nicely and now it's getting dug up again.

You would think by now, I'd be used to it

I think at some point at least every one of my kids have done it. It always takes me by surprise the first couple of times they do it. I don't know why, but you would think by now I'd be used to it (especially since I've been through this five other times).

This morning, Nicholas yelled "Mommy, Nathan took his diaper off." Off I run. Of course the kid pooped in his diaper before he took it off. He didn't play with his BM, but I just caught him before he leaned up against the couch with his poopy butt. Oh, I hate that!! What is the big deal with taking off the diaper anyway?! Why do they do that?!

Nathan thinks it's hilarious when he takes his off and I start running after him. He laughs and runs around. He probably thinks his mommy is a ding a ling for chasing after him. I thought I had some time before he started taking off his diaper. I think my older kids started doing it around 2. So if he's this early doing this, what other adventures am I in for? Oh boy!

It's funny how much you forget about when your kids get older. Unless you write it down, you'll forget all about the crazy things your kids put you through. And if you are fortunate enough to have more than one child you will relive each moment like it was Groundhog's Day with each child!

Oh the fun, wonderful adventures of being a mom!

Spiders

A week or so ago, I went to a farm about ten minutes from my house. They were selling pumpkins, hay bales, corn stalks, etc. So I bought some things to make a fall/Halloween display. Loaded them up in my van, the farmer came and helped me. I unloaded the car and set up all new stuff, including a scarecrow that I bought as well. Never gave it another thought.

Until.....

Two days later Rich and I had to drop off his car at the garage to fix his mirror (long story). I was following behind Rich in my van. About half way there I noticed a brown spider sitting on my dash about 12 inches from my face. No big deal to some people, but I'm scared to DEATH of spiders. Anything creepy and crawly really, but spiders are the worst for me.

Anyway, I was so freaked out!! I half thought I should call Rich and have him stop and come kill the spider for me! I knew he would think I was a nut, but the man would have stopped in a heartbeat to kill it, cause he knows how freaked I am about them. I managed to drive to the garage and jumped out of the car, leaving Nathan and Nicholas in there (LOL).

We got all the important stuff out of Rich's car and were going to get in mine, when I saw that the spider wasn't where it was seen last. I was freaked and told Rich I wasn't getting in a car that had a spider in it. All the guys at the garage were laughing about it. Rich found the spider and killed it.

Afterwards he said that it was a weird looking spider. And that he was surprised I didn't pull the car over and call him to come kill it (LOL). I said, next time, I go to the farm, I'm taking his car. So he can deal with those nasty little things.

Another spider story....

Yesterday I went down to the laundry room to wash some clothes, when I picked up a sock a spider flew out. Yes, I know spiders don't fly, but I swear this one did! So I screamed and ran out of the room. Rich wasn't home so I figured I had two choices face my greatest fear, or not do the laundry until Rich came home. I chose the first one, simply because we were running out of socks and I didn't want to wait any longer.

So I grabbed Rich's shoe (hey I wasn't going to use one of mine) and went back into the laundry room. I very cautiously picked up clothes and started throwing them in the washer, when I saw that spider again. I almost had a heart attack! I must have whacked that sucker for a full ten minutes, worked myself into a nice asthma attack. When I was done, I put the shoe on top, just in case I didn't kill it.

When my oldest son, Anthony came home, I had him go downstairs to the laundry room again. Anthony took the shoe off of the spider and wouldn't you know it, it was still alive, barely breathing, but alive. I freaked out and ran! Anthony stepped on it and picked it up and flushed it down the toilet.

Oh my God! And so ends my spider stories, boy I hope I never have another one to tell. Hey a girl can dream you know.....