So the late teens to early twenties I can say that I listened to a buttload of Fiona Apple. In fact, I STILL do till this day. Almost every time (99.9999999999%) of the time that a song of her comes on my playlist or on the radio or whatever I have to listen to her and I hope another comes on right after. I'd love to see her live. I need to finish buying her albums. It's 2:18am and I just closed out of youtube, from watching her movies, and I said I would go to bed over an hour ago, and here I am still wanting to listen to MORE. "Please sir, can I have some more?" Ugh tomorrow, no scratch that, TODAY is going to be hell! We have well baby appointments starting at 730 am for the two year olds. So we get to break our hearts today by making two two year olds cry by having them get their shots. The second child has their appointment at 10 (hopefully they will see them together since it's the same doctor) Also I need to make the older girls 4 year check ups and booster shots appoint along with the school physical check up I guess I should get that taken care of since I'm praying they get into pre K. Then I have a personal appointment at 1:30. I'm hoping that all of our appointments go well. It's been so long since I've had this type of appointment that I'm nervous, don't really know why, i mean we are just gonna talk, no big deal, I guess it's because I dunno what I'm gonna say. "Hey Doc! so people tell me I should talk to ya so here I am. Wassssuuuuuuppppppp? (said like in the commercial, No? Fine I won't do that) Anyways, I guess I should go to bed now....
Here Is A Little Something For Your Listening Pleasure!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
long time no blog
It's been a helluva long time since I've been on here. I've been extremely "busy" with life and lack thereof.
UPDATES:
The Kids - The babies are no longer babies, they are 2 years old and in pull ups. Please ignore that loud ripping sound in the background it's only my heart. This is a bitter sweet phase of childhood right now. They are 100% no longer babies which is nice in the fact that we are potty training (NO MORE DIAPERS SOON HUURAAAAH!!!!) but I no longer have the tiny cute babies to hold and cuddle and say awww look at the widdle baby! And I never again will have a little baby. As most of you know after having my second set of twins (which was my third pregnancy of twins)I got my tubes tied while I was under the kinife to pull out the second set. I understand my decision at the time and I agree with it, but I do also regret it. This is huge. I don't regret anything in my life because the choices that I have made in my life have lead me to where I am today, not too shabby if I say so myself. But completely cutting out the option to possibly get preggo again is a bit harsh on a females psyche. I regret it and I think I will regret it to the day I die. oh wait this is supposed to be about the kids lol lets get back on track. The older ones will be 4 in less than a month. LESS THAN A MONTH!!!! OMG... They have been pre-registered for prek. We are STILL potty training them. (SHOOT ME NOW) Craig is taking off on friday and c ome hell or high water those two are finishing their potty training this weekend I swear to god I will not leave this weekend unless they are in bed or they are finished being potty trained! Then next weekend is a long holiday weekend and Craig has off again so the babies will be fully potty trained then. That is the goal. That is what will happen (and if it doesn't it doesn't but at least I have a goal and a plan)
The Hubs - The hubs is the hubs. That is all.
Me - I'm ok. I'm overwhelmed with housework. It's never ending and when having 4 toddlers in the house, it's nearly impossible to keep food off of the floor and now it's ANT season. *heavy sighs* I"m combatting ants with 4 toddlers. With no help. Who is doing all the cleaning? Me. Who is doing the laundry? Me. Who is picking up the toys? Me. Who is vaccuuming? Me. Who is cleaning the bathrooms? Me. Who is doing the sweeping? Me. Who is going to mop? Me. Who is going to scrub the walls? Me. Who is going to clean all the bedrooms? Me. Who is going insane? Me. *breaks into hysterical crying fit of rage* Evidently I've been spiralling into a depression. And close ones have brought it to my attention that I need help. Professional help. And on one hand I agree with them. Yet on the other hand I wanna say "you don't KNOW what it's like. You don't know what it's like to have 4 toddlers close in age and you are the only one there throughout the day day in and day out, you don't know what it's like to try to keep up with the housework, you don't know what it's like to be married to a person who doesn't talk (about ANYTHING) you don't realize that me venting or running away on various nights to hang out with "you" (being the few people that I run to hang out with) is how I'm dealing with the stress of having the two sets of twins who take everything I do and ruin it, the stress of being in a relationship where my partner starves me of communication, the stress of the day in and day out responsibilities that I took on 4 years ago." Yes I need help. I NEED my kids to be potty trained and to pick up their toys, I NEED to not be the only one cleaning, I NEED communications more than "How was your day" small talk in my life, I NEED a vacation from the bullshit. And now it just seems like I'm whining about my life.
I love my kids, I love my husband, I love my family, and I love my friends. I'm just done sometimes. I need to be lulled. I need some calm, soothing. It's not me losing control, I'm very much in control. I just need the bullshit to stop. So to ease the minds of my friends and family I've made an appointment to speak to someone. (we will see how that goes, because it has been so VERY helpful in the past *note the sarcasm*)
Well I'm off to vaccuum the friggin living room because hey no one else will do it so might as well be me.
UPDATES:
The Kids - The babies are no longer babies, they are 2 years old and in pull ups. Please ignore that loud ripping sound in the background it's only my heart. This is a bitter sweet phase of childhood right now. They are 100% no longer babies which is nice in the fact that we are potty training (NO MORE DIAPERS SOON HUURAAAAH!!!!) but I no longer have the tiny cute babies to hold and cuddle and say awww look at the widdle baby! And I never again will have a little baby. As most of you know after having my second set of twins (which was my third pregnancy of twins)I got my tubes tied while I was under the kinife to pull out the second set. I understand my decision at the time and I agree with it, but I do also regret it. This is huge. I don't regret anything in my life because the choices that I have made in my life have lead me to where I am today, not too shabby if I say so myself. But completely cutting out the option to possibly get preggo again is a bit harsh on a females psyche. I regret it and I think I will regret it to the day I die. oh wait this is supposed to be about the kids lol lets get back on track. The older ones will be 4 in less than a month. LESS THAN A MONTH!!!! OMG... They have been pre-registered for prek. We are STILL potty training them. (SHOOT ME NOW) Craig is taking off on friday and c ome hell or high water those two are finishing their potty training this weekend I swear to god I will not leave this weekend unless they are in bed or they are finished being potty trained! Then next weekend is a long holiday weekend and Craig has off again so the babies will be fully potty trained then. That is the goal. That is what will happen (and if it doesn't it doesn't but at least I have a goal and a plan)
The Hubs - The hubs is the hubs. That is all.
Me - I'm ok. I'm overwhelmed with housework. It's never ending and when having 4 toddlers in the house, it's nearly impossible to keep food off of the floor and now it's ANT season. *heavy sighs* I"m combatting ants with 4 toddlers. With no help. Who is doing all the cleaning? Me. Who is doing the laundry? Me. Who is picking up the toys? Me. Who is vaccuuming? Me. Who is cleaning the bathrooms? Me. Who is doing the sweeping? Me. Who is going to mop? Me. Who is going to scrub the walls? Me. Who is going to clean all the bedrooms? Me. Who is going insane? Me. *breaks into hysterical crying fit of rage* Evidently I've been spiralling into a depression. And close ones have brought it to my attention that I need help. Professional help. And on one hand I agree with them. Yet on the other hand I wanna say "you don't KNOW what it's like. You don't know what it's like to have 4 toddlers close in age and you are the only one there throughout the day day in and day out, you don't know what it's like to try to keep up with the housework, you don't know what it's like to be married to a person who doesn't talk (about ANYTHING) you don't realize that me venting or running away on various nights to hang out with "you" (being the few people that I run to hang out with) is how I'm dealing with the stress of having the two sets of twins who take everything I do and ruin it, the stress of being in a relationship where my partner starves me of communication, the stress of the day in and day out responsibilities that I took on 4 years ago." Yes I need help. I NEED my kids to be potty trained and to pick up their toys, I NEED to not be the only one cleaning, I NEED communications more than "How was your day" small talk in my life, I NEED a vacation from the bullshit. And now it just seems like I'm whining about my life.
I love my kids, I love my husband, I love my family, and I love my friends. I'm just done sometimes. I need to be lulled. I need some calm, soothing. It's not me losing control, I'm very much in control. I just need the bullshit to stop. So to ease the minds of my friends and family I've made an appointment to speak to someone. (we will see how that goes, because it has been so VERY helpful in the past *note the sarcasm*)
Well I'm off to vaccuum the friggin living room because hey no one else will do it so might as well be me.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Before the crazies are set free!
I just wanted to get a little blog down before I set the crazies loose.
This weekend was pretty chill since they were all sick. Charlotte has this whining thing she is now doing, ever since she has been sick it's 10x worse than normal, and it's grating my nerves to hear it constantly. Although, the if you don't stop you can go to your room threat seems to work sometimes. Also Anastazia figures she can do it cuz Charlotte does it. Which by the way now the babies think it's ok to do the "bad habits" or "misbehavings" of the older set because they see them do it (even though we try to stop the older from doing so...
Well the crazies have been let loose so till next time
~me
This weekend was pretty chill since they were all sick. Charlotte has this whining thing she is now doing, ever since she has been sick it's 10x worse than normal, and it's grating my nerves to hear it constantly. Although, the if you don't stop you can go to your room threat seems to work sometimes. Also Anastazia figures she can do it cuz Charlotte does it. Which by the way now the babies think it's ok to do the "bad habits" or "misbehavings" of the older set because they see them do it (even though we try to stop the older from doing so...
Well the crazies have been let loose so till next time
~me
Thursday, November 18, 2010
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
welcome welcome one and all!
Beginning note, sorry that my grammar and punctuation and capitalization will be off in this post.
so who would like to know about my lovely week? no? well too bad here it goes... so this weekend i became deathly ill. i could barely move and didn't want to eat (although I did because I wanted to keep up my strength) and I couldn't breath blah blah blah moving forward go to the righttime down by the mall (love them) and turns out I have a bad sinus infection. get meds come home pass out so all week I have felt like poo. the kids have been getting progressively worse and now they have fevers and sinus infections and colds. poor kids. my husband is now getting how I was at the beginning of the week. excuse my timeline if it's a bit off but I can't really remember what day it is let alone know the time of day we are in I'm so turned around. anyways, so he's as i like to say "deathly ill" where he's laying in bed like he will never return to normal life.
on top of all the sickness that's going around in my family we have tristian at the dr's today accidentally tripping over mommy's foot falling face forward mouth first onto the tiled clinic floor which busted a half circle in the middle of the top front teeth, a bleeding mess. we were sent to the dental clinic that doesn't see children to have a blurry xray taken and a quick glance to make sure the nerve isn't showing to be sent to a pediatric dentist. at the dentist they took 2 more better xrays which turned out really well for his age and all the trauma he's been through today they kept saying and took a better look at it and decided he was too much of a snotty mess to try to put a bonding protecting coating over the area that is broken right now so we will try that at a later time and to come back in 2 weeks to make sure there is not other damage and infection. in the meantime we just have to make sure that all his food is cut up tiny so that he doesn't actually "bite" anything but that he just pops it in his mouth and chews it and watch the coloration vs. the time the coloration happens because that means two totally different thing. and yes teeth bruise!
well throughout that whole fiasco he's screaming and crying which is just breaking my heart tears are welling up and I'm trying not to cry in front of all these strangers (failing but not failing miserably) all the while in the back of my mind the song all I want for Christmas is my two front teeth is on repeat. Which makes me feel like an even worse parent, my humor is a strange demented kind. then after all is said and done today and I get home from the pharmacy which took an hour to even reach my number, I come home bearing chicken nuggets and apples for dinner and he's in the best of moods and now the song is sufficiently stuck in my head I start singing it and he's swaying his head from side to side along with my singing smiling and dancing around. oh how I love him. I love all my children. they all hold a special peice of my heart. no it's more like each other them has added a whole other heart inside of me just for them and today we were focused on tritians mommy's heart. I don't know if it's because he's my only boy but he definately hold a special place in my heart. if you didn't get that I'm sorry it got a bit wordy in there.
For your listening pleasure...
~Me
Beginning note, sorry that my grammar and punctuation and capitalization will be off in this post.
so who would like to know about my lovely week? no? well too bad here it goes... so this weekend i became deathly ill. i could barely move and didn't want to eat (although I did because I wanted to keep up my strength) and I couldn't breath blah blah blah moving forward go to the righttime down by the mall (love them) and turns out I have a bad sinus infection. get meds come home pass out so all week I have felt like poo. the kids have been getting progressively worse and now they have fevers and sinus infections and colds. poor kids. my husband is now getting how I was at the beginning of the week. excuse my timeline if it's a bit off but I can't really remember what day it is let alone know the time of day we are in I'm so turned around. anyways, so he's as i like to say "deathly ill" where he's laying in bed like he will never return to normal life.
on top of all the sickness that's going around in my family we have tristian at the dr's today accidentally tripping over mommy's foot falling face forward mouth first onto the tiled clinic floor which busted a half circle in the middle of the top front teeth, a bleeding mess. we were sent to the dental clinic that doesn't see children to have a blurry xray taken and a quick glance to make sure the nerve isn't showing to be sent to a pediatric dentist. at the dentist they took 2 more better xrays which turned out really well for his age and all the trauma he's been through today they kept saying and took a better look at it and decided he was too much of a snotty mess to try to put a bonding protecting coating over the area that is broken right now so we will try that at a later time and to come back in 2 weeks to make sure there is not other damage and infection. in the meantime we just have to make sure that all his food is cut up tiny so that he doesn't actually "bite" anything but that he just pops it in his mouth and chews it and watch the coloration vs. the time the coloration happens because that means two totally different thing. and yes teeth bruise!
well throughout that whole fiasco he's screaming and crying which is just breaking my heart tears are welling up and I'm trying not to cry in front of all these strangers (failing but not failing miserably) all the while in the back of my mind the song all I want for Christmas is my two front teeth is on repeat. Which makes me feel like an even worse parent, my humor is a strange demented kind. then after all is said and done today and I get home from the pharmacy which took an hour to even reach my number, I come home bearing chicken nuggets and apples for dinner and he's in the best of moods and now the song is sufficiently stuck in my head I start singing it and he's swaying his head from side to side along with my singing smiling and dancing around. oh how I love him. I love all my children. they all hold a special peice of my heart. no it's more like each other them has added a whole other heart inside of me just for them and today we were focused on tritians mommy's heart. I don't know if it's because he's my only boy but he definately hold a special place in my heart. if you didn't get that I'm sorry it got a bit wordy in there.
For your listening pleasure...
~Me
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
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