Welcome to my life

So it has been a long time since I have posted, and it isn't because things have been quiet here.  Things have been so crazy and busy that I have not had a moment to post.  I have a lot that I am going to try and add in the next few days. 

However tonight's blog is all about me.  It has been a busy and stressful couple of weeks and it finally got the better of me tonight.  My wonderful hubby decided he was going to replace my powder room floor a week before we have a house full of company coming for the holidays.  A few things you should know before I go any further is; Last year the week before we had company coming in for the holidays he decided to start construction on our kitchen.  That project is STILL not finished.  We have no molding on our front door because of an emergency project last week AND we needed to finish up sheet rocking a hole that we put in the wall when we removed an unused door.  SO yes we have MANY unfinished projects left to do.  Oh yes we still have to finish a sheet rocking project in our oldest sons room.  Well when he took out the bathroom vanity to do the floor it fell apart.  Now under most conditions this would not be a problem for me.  I hated that vanity and really wanted to replace it.  However the week before Christmas REALLY?  so we spent the better part of my birthday driving around looking for a replacement.  We found one, and it took the rest of my birthday to make it operable.  While my hubby was cleaning up his tools from this project I was painting the sheet rocked over door.  All of a sudden I was stepping down from my stool and found myself standing in the bucket of paint.  While this may seem like a small thing to many of you my life seems to consist of many small Oh Boy Why Me Moments.  I feel blessed to say life is never dull in our house.  LOL

Cat Rosie

Today we did something unconventional that I would like to share.  We painted our new cat Rosie purple and her cat friend Andrew received a nice new coat of blue paint.  Where are the pictures you ask?   Well I would love to share this exciting activity with all of you.  Only we do not have a cat friend named Andrew and we do not have a cat named Rosie.    Out of my son's creative little mind have these little creatures come.  He has created a whole world of play surrounding this make believed cat and her little friend.  I became aware of Rosie when I attempted to do laundry with my laundry basket and was told that it was Rosie's cage.  I had to ask permission to use her cage to do my laundry.  I am wondering how I can use this to avoid, with good reason, ever doing laundry again. I am reminded today why it was a good idea to find new loving homes for the cats we did have at one time.  I hopefully, out of love, have sent them to a world where they will never have to endure being painted by my artistic son. OH BOY WHY ME?

POTTY TIME

As you can see I haven't posted in quite some time.  Dare I say it has been quiet here in regards to the boys. Yikes I really should not have posted that.  We will see what happens now.  I have decided that it is time I start the potty training process with my 23 month old.  Even though the wounds of potty training his brother are still a bit fresh.  I feel it is important for them to get comfortable with their bodies and know what happens when they get that feeling, so I let them run around naked for a little bit.  A practice that makes my husband CRAZY.  He comes home from work and wants to put a diaper on right away. If there is an accident (that I do clean up) he says things like that's what you get for not putting a diaper on him.  My response WHY do we have a carpet shampooer????  Well 2 weekends ago we were getting ready for my brother in law's wedding and my little guy, who was running around nude, started yelling "wawa" at me.  I looked and he had peed, on my makeup bag.  After cleaning it up and washing everything I went downstairs to get my clothes.  As I was coming back my little one was screaming and crying.  I thought it was because I had left.  No I am not narcissistic he has started doing that lately.  When I got up the stairs and tried to calm him down he was sobbing and saying poopo and pointed to a fresh hot pile of stinking poop.  Thank god it was solid enough to clean up without leaving too much of a mess.  My husband's response YOU STILL HAVEN'T PUT A DIAPER ON HIM??? Please wish me luck OH BOY WHY ME?

What did I do to deserve this?

The title of this post may lead the readers (if there are any) to believe that this post is somehow about me.  It really isn't.  It is about my son and his activity today.  Writing this down today is giving me a chance to reflect on the job I am doing as a mom.  I adore my children and would give my life to protect them, so why is that  not enough?  Today started like everyday does, my 3 &1/2 year-old woke me up by slamming his door en route to my bed.  Today was a little earlier then usual and my husband turned the TV on and told him not to wake mommie.  Little did my husband know that I am awake, most mornings, the minute Kyan's hands start turning the door handle in his room.  After watching a little TV we headed downstairs for breakfast.  We played in the house until it was time to head out and get a few things for dinner.  Kyan, Liam and I went upstairs to get clothes for both boys to wear, I grabbed the bathroom garbage can and headed downstairs with a shout out for them to follow me.  I made it downstairs and into the kitchen when I heard a loud thud.  I dropped the garbage can and ran for the stairs.  After taking them two at a time I got to the baby's room as he came waddling out.  I looked in and found his very large heavy IKEA dresser on the ground and could only hear Kyan's screams and cries.  I lifted the dresser off of the floor and yelled for him to crawl out.  He just continued to cry as I watched and waited for him to crawl out.  When he did not crawl out I looked and saw his lower extremities were pinched in the bottom drawer.  I then had to hold the dresser up, while I opened the drawer and pulled him out.  I can NOW talk calmly about this after shedding many tears all day long.  It was at this point that I set about checking his body for broken bones, punctured organs and found nothing.  Except this mark on his head.

I have spent all day worrying and wondering why I could not keep him from getting hurt today.  That is my job to keep my children out of harms way.  It was at this moment I began to realize how helicopter parents are born.  And I beg anyone out there who has been through this and survived with intact children to show me there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and that it is truly worth all the work we do to raise them to adults.  So I sign off tonight with a sincere OH BOY WHY ME?

Nap time or potty time?

Today was a first for me and I thought I would share it here and see if anyone else out there has had this happen.  Today I put my two boys down for their naps.  All went well, they both went down quietly and slept well.  I was able to get some laundry and cleaning done, so I was feeling a bit like a domestic goddess today.  When I went to get my 22 month old up I saw that he was not wearing his pants in his crib.  I then looked on the floor and found his diaper on the floor in front of his crib. My oldest son and I laughed about his naked behind, and then I realized that he also peed in his bed.  YUCK why can't my child be like the animals that will not go to the bathroom where they sleep?  Thank god today I was stripping beds and that I had not just changed them. So into the tub he went and his bed got stripped and cleaned.  Has this happened to you?  OH BOY WHY ME?

PS as you can guess I did not take pictures of my naked son to share with all of you:)

A little help please!

My oldest child is known as a drama queen in our family.  He makes a big deal out of everything and never hesitates to yell for help at the drop of a hat.  While cooking dinner one night this week I hear, in a calm, sweet voice,   "a little help please mommie".  Since it was so calm I said "OK buddy just a minute".  SO I finished up cooking dinner and went to the family room a few minutes later to see what he needed me for.  This is what I found.

My son, who is never patient, had himself stuck upside down on the computer chair and waited patiently for me to help him get down.   OH BOY WHY ME?

Do you think I need adult time?

So I had a funny lunch moment today that I thought I would share.  This is for any mom out there that feels like the line between being a mom and being a woman is so far apart.  I was making lunch for my boys today and decided to actually make myself lunch and eat with the kids.  So I made grilled cheese sandwiches for everyone and after fixing plates for the boys I set out to fix my plate.  And this is what I did to my sandwich.

Yup I probably haven't had my sandwich cut into fours in 25 yrs.  After I cut it I just laughed and realized I am in need of some adult time. 
OH BOY WHY ME?

Like Nannie's arm

This morning my son wanted breakfast.  When I asked him what it was he wanted for breakfast he stated yogurt.  Of course he always wants it when I don't have any left.  So imagine my feelings of good fortune when I opened the fridge and found we still had some.  I opened the container to find mold growing on it.  So I said "buddy we can't have any yogurt this morning there is mold on it".  His response "mold like on Nannie's arm?"  When I finally stopped laughing I had to explain that mold and mole are not the same thing.  OH BOY Y ME?

Future Painter

Two years ago we moved to a bigger house in a new town and have slowly be redecorating or updating every room.  I finally decided that I could not look at the lemon yellow in my upstairs hallway another day.  Having lots of paint left over from our old house I picked the paint we had used from the nursery.  It was called Custard (yes I know yellow to a yellow).  The change softens the color and makes it look like, well, custard.  So I put my boys down for a nap and went to work, painting in sections.  I carefully removed all of the pictures off of the wall so I could put them back up without a problem.  I finished painting and took my paint supplies downstairs so little children (my 3-year-old) could not get into it.  After cleaning up the roller and putting the paint back I went upstairs to inspect my work.  I found that my budding painter had taken a clean roller, rolled it onto the wet walls and proceeded to paint one of his new shirts and a brand new pair of men's dress paints, with a retail price of $80.00.  He also painted one of my wall pictures.  I am sad to say I did not get a picture of the of the wall picture, but I was able to capture the clothing.  Enjoy!                          OH BOY WHY ME?

Breakfast Anyone?

Yesterday morning I was in bed sleeping when Kyan decided he wanted breakfast and apparently was going to do it by himself.  I woke up to my 3&1/2-year-old saying "mommie I am cooking breakfast".  Now you need to know this statement did not alarm me, because this is pretend play that we do.  He cooks me breakfast, lunch or dinner in his play kitchen.  So I naturally went along with our game.  "Oh what are you cooking for breakfast."  It was his replay that caused the panic feeling and me racing down the stairs.  "I am cooking toast in the toaster oven."  You see he doesn't have a pretend toaster oven.  Sure enough I reached the kitchen and this is what I found.

This would be the bag of bread that he was not able to open, so he ripped the bag to get into it.

And this was the bread in the toaster oven, turned on for 20 minutes.  YIKES I am so glad he was proud of  this and came to share it with me.  The toaster oven is getting unplugged every night now.                           OH BOY WHY ME:)

Mail Time

It is supposed to be nap time and instead it is mail time.  Let me explain; I still make my 3&1/2 year-old take a nap.  It is my time to clean my house, do laundry etc.. Besides he is really cranky by 5:30 if he does not get his nap.  He sometimes sneaks downstairs and gets into things before I realize that he is not upstairs napping.  Well today I realized he was up before he got into mischief, or so I thought.  After I put him back to bed I was walking through the dining and room and this is what I saw.

My kitchen stool that does not belong in the dining room and mail stuck to the wall.  My first thought was how did he do that?  Glue stick!!  Yup that is what he did.  I  have no idea where he found the glue stick but he did and used GOBS of glue for those two pieces of mail.  OH BOY WHY ME?

Watering the floor

I was heading down in the basement to do some laundry this afternoon and noticed a big wet spot on the floor.  I looked up to see what that was all about only to see the ceiling had a wet spot as well.  My first thought was really more plumbing problems in this house.  REALLY I just want to sell this place and start over.  Except upon closer inspection it did not appear to be coming from a pipe.  So I went upstairs to my half bath and this is what I found……

YUP that would be toilet water that my son decided to bail out of the toilet using my candle holder.  Look close you will see the 1 and a half inches that is pooled around the toilet.  My next thought was really now I need to clean and disinfect the bathroom and my decorations and that would be another load of laundry to wash the towels I have to use to clean this mess up.  Oh Why MeJ