Flat tires, cracked iPads and stained floors...

So, Happy (aka I'm grumpy about this snow and I want spring) Monday! I have faith that it can be 65 and sunny in like three days. 

So we had a super nutty week last week (shocking, I know). When Matt came home on Saturday afternoon, I pretty much hadn't seen him for more than a few minutes since last Sunday. He was at work until after 9pm on Monday, I worked my 17 hour day on Tuesday, and he left to go out of town Wednesday morning. So, if you saw my Facebook status on Friday morning, I will expand...

I had our sitter (Matt's brother Ben's girlfriend Sofi. Keep up) sleep over on Thursday since I leave so early. I had told her that I would pull her car into the garage to make things easier getting the girls in the car since she had to take Summer to school (and I know how the mornings can go when just one of them is in a slow mood). So, I get up on Friday, get ready, make peanut butter toast for the ride, and go to the garage. I put my peanut butter toast, bag, two things of coffee in the car, then take out all of the carseats, then get in my car. Of course as soon as I sit in the car I had leaned my elbow on the console which is exactly where I had placed my peanut butter toast. It is totally smeared all over my coat sleeve of course, so I wipe myself down, get back in my car, and pull out of the driveway. Now it just feels totally strange driving my car and I just don't know what is bizarre with the feeling. I get out, and look at the tire that has had slightly low pressure (I'm sorry, try my life for a week and let me know when you think I had time to deal with it) and it is flat. Like rim on the ground type of flat. I am just staring at my tire, trying to process and think what I should do, completely aware that I really really really need to get to work (if I have to work past 3pm on a Friday, I should just never try to come home due to traffic reasons). I look in my driveway, and Matt's brother Ben's car is sitting there in front of Sofi's (Ben went with Matt on the work trip). I am like "YESSSS" mentally, because I also remember that he left his keys. So my car is in the middle of the street at this point, so I go back inside to grab Sofi's keys. I pull her car out, pull it in the garage, put in all the carseats. I go back inside to put her keys back on the counter, grab Ben's keys, go out and pull Ben's car out into the street. I then pull my car back into the other spot in the driveway so Sofi can get out of the garage. So I even remembered to grab my parking permit from my car which made me oddly proud of myself because that is something that I would normally forget. I got to work only about 15 minutes later than I wanted to, and when I told my co-worker everything that had happened that morning, she says, "Well you seem to have handled it so well. I'm impressed." Matt wasn't here for me to be flip out to, so I guess I just handled it and moved on. 

Fast forward to Sunday... 

We wake up, Matt makes me a deeeeeelish steak, tomatoes, onion, cheese, etc omelette that is to die for. I'm leisurely eating it, SO happy he is home. Summer comes over, and says, "I want to say I'm sorry and that it was an accident. I don't really know how it happened." Uh oh. She is carrying the iPad, hands it over, and our screen is totally cracked. Okay so this could have happened to any of the girls because they use it a lot and drop it plenty. No, I am not happy, but that is life with small kids. We have extended warranty and insurance but I have no idea if that covers a cracked screen and I haven't had time to deal with that yet. So, four seconds later, Olivia comes running over with an open little thing of paint that is totally dried up. I am literally like "WHERE DID THIS COME FROM" and I run to our office where I have a little art area set up for the girls. Now let me preface this by saying one thing that we have been having issues with is Summer and Layla putting tops back on markers. This may seem like a small thing, but when they leave 77234 markers out with no tops on and then they all dry up and I have to throw them away, that is annoying and a total waste of money. This has been something we have been focusing on for the last several months because of the frequency of topless markers (and stamper things, or broken crayons, etc). So, sitting there, is all of their paint stuff, open and dried out. Now, I am aware that I need to go in the office after they do art stuff. I had let them paint the day before but then Matt got home and we ended up having some family over and we grilled out (we are literally begging for spring). I just didn't process the paint in the office. Not only are all of the paint things open, everywhere, and dried out, but their paint water spilled and had soaked this pink paper. I lift up the pink paper and.... 

It had literally dyed the wood. So let me remind you that I have had a very long week without Matt, I am utterly exhausted, and I just need a mental minute so I can not respond in a bad way as a parent. I go upstairs, shut the bedroom door, and sit on the bed for a solid five minutes. Once I have gotten myself under control, I went back downstairs and we dealt with the girls. After that, I marched directly back upstairs, locked the bedroom door, and took a two hour nap. I needed to get away, I needed a mental break, I needed to sleep. So I did. And I felt better. My floor is still stained, our iPad is cracked, but I felt better. Life goes on... 

Dress-up and a few random things...

So Matt is out of town again. I swear he has not traveled this much in a while. Since I try to look at the bright side of things (you can laugh... I re-read my depressing vent from last week) I decided that the only benefit of him being gone is that I don't feel the need to make legit, manly, filling dinners. Noodles with butter and some veggies work just fine for us girls. This morning I made pancakes (purple, obvi) and it was slightly pathetic that I was the only one to want chocolate chips added (well, I'm sure Olivia would have loved it since she is our bottomless pit. I didn't give her the option). 

Proud mama bear moment: I had Summer's parent-teacher conference this week for Pre-K (we also went to her elementary school to pick up her kindergarten packet. I'm freaking out). Her Pre-K teacher gave her the highest numbers in every category, and said she would have given her higher numbers if possible! My favorite thing was that she said Summer was absolutely the sweetest, always included everyone when playing, and had more empathy than she has ever seen in a five year old. That's my girl. :o)

In honor of last night's fashion show (see facebook video... and sidenote, I swear I own shirts for Olivia. She literally chokes herself whenever I put a bib on her so I always just strip her. And she is eating quite often, hence the nonstop shirtlessness), here are a few of my favorite past dress-up pics of Summer and Layla.  

Happy Thursday!

Mommy Guilt Part 1...

I'm not in a good mental state today. Just gonna put it out there. On Tuesday I was in dire need of going to the store. We had zero food. I'm talking I made a totally bizarre lunch for the girls out of whatever we had in the house. My sister was in a jam so her kids came over for part of the day (and took part in the bizarre lunch) so she could work. I didn't get around to actually making my list and figuring out my coupons (yes, I'm still doing it! Woohoo!) until around 9:15pm. I figured, I'm alone, I can be quick, I'll go now because I don't want to leave my sitter tomorrow with no food and milk. At the store they were in the middle of switching over from one week's specials to the next, so everything that I thought was on sale already had their tags ripped off. It took my absolutely forever to figure out sizes of things, etc. Didn't get home until almost 10:45, put the groceries away, made Summer's lunch, laid out outfits, tried to straighten up, etc. Went to bed after 12. Got up at 4:03 yesterday, left the house by 4:30ish, got to work by 5:15am, worked like a mad woman and clocked out at 10:20pm. Got home by 11:15pm, was utterly famished so I ate something (somehow I go to the store and buy all of this food and then I realize it is all for the kids and it is nothing that I really ever want to eat. I can only have so much yogurt and goldfish), signed Summer up for lacrosse (another psychotic move on my part), caught up with my celebrity gossip, went to bed and didn't fall asleep until probably 1:30ish. Matt had to get up 6:15, so I woke up then and couldn't go back to sleep. Jumped in the shower, attempted to cover the dark circles under my eyes, and got ready for the chaos of the day. I don't know what it is, but my kids can behave like angels for other people... and the minute I walk in they are whiny, crying, clingy, etc. I can't even tell you the number of times I have heard, "They weren't like this at all until now." I know it is a mommy thing, but I am exhausted, my house is a wreck, I discovered about 132098 more stains on my rug, and I am getting really sick of coffee. I always think back to when I was in nursing school and pregnant every single semester, and I'm like... I did that. How can I not do normal life? I had excuses then. It was a short-term period. It wouldn't last forever. I could get through it. Now? There is no end to this. This is life. This is day in, day out, nonstop madness. It is good madness, but it is madness. I always thought working part-time would be perfect. Just enough to get out of the house but not enough to feel super guilty. Welp, I was wrong. I have found that for me, working part-time means I am pulled nonstop in both directions, feeling guilty on both ends. I don't have excuses. More to come on this subject at another time. For now, I need to go pick up the entire load of clean laundry that Olivia threw over the balcony into the family room, take the dog out for the 7th time this morning because she is determined to drive me insane, and go do everything I have to do. I wanted to pull my hair out... and then Layla just called me her best friend... I think today will be okay. 

Tub Pooper Escapee...

So does anyone else still feel like they have been hit by a truck? My body really has the biggest issues with time changes. I remember when I went to Australia (a 15 hour time change), I felt physically ill for a solid week (Good thing I was there for months. A two week vacation would have been very unfortunate). I posted this pic on facebook yesterday, but it just makes me laugh because Summer literally just couldn't move and I felt her pain. 

Anywho, we had a crazy weekend of wedding activities for some friends of ours. Matt was in the wedding, so I came back and forth to handle the girls and do babysitting switches. During the afternoon on Saturday, I put them all in the bath to have them nice and clean to take over to my sister's. If you saw my facebook status last week about how "It's all fun and games until somebody poops in the tub," you may laugh more because it happened again. I just don't get it. I even specifically waited until after Olivia pooped to put them in the tub. Last week was not the first time this has happened, and I know this past time won't be the last time... but ugh. It's disgusting. The process of taking the kids out of the tub, trying to rescrub them down in the shower or a different tub, draining the water in the tub, getting the poop out, then cloroxing the tub is exhausting and straight up gross. During the "child evacuation" period, I had a little runaway... The runaway was the poop culprit herself. I'm talking all-out sprint to try to get away. I have photographic evidence of her attempted getaway: 

My text to Matt after this happened was this: "We are never bathing Olivia again." Clearly that won't be the case, but now I really get nervous every time I put this girl in the tub. It is just not okay. 


Now we are having an oh-so-fun morning that involved sneaking of candy. They are in their respective corners (and Olivia is eating. Shocking, I know), and now I need to go deal with this... I need a nap already. 

A weekend AWAY...

So I got this AMAZEBALLS package in the mail today. And I am SO excited. A few weeks ago, I was in a terrible mood and being a total brat. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure it was the day that Matt's alarm woke me up and I basically hadn't slept all night. So Matt says to me, "You wanna go to the Kentucky Derby?" My response: "I mean, obviously." With my hubby's job, he often gets offered many perks in the form of trips... that we have had to say no to for the past five years due to those minor things called pregnancy, breastfeeding, and nursing school. I lied, we haven't said no to all of them... Matt did take his brother Ben to Costa Rica for a week when I was pregnant and in school. (You can tell me what a fab wife and sister-in-law I am anytime.) Anyway, I don't think Matt has even told me about the majority of them because they just weren't possible. We are finally getting to the point where leaving the kids IS possible, and I am THRILLED. We went away for one night for our anniversary last November and it was seriously fabulous. This trip is very doable as well: a Thursday-Sunday, within the country. I told him to 100% say yes and we will figure out the girls later. Now what's funny is we have so many people offering to watch them (which is amazing that we have so many wonderful friends and family willing-- I'm pretty sure people feel bad for us as-- and also amazing that my girls are decently behaved enough so people want to! It makes me happy). So, we are doing this, I am so excited, and let the hat shopping commence!!! 

Girls Only Weekend of Fun...

So this past weekend was "Girls Only Weekend of Fun" in the Simmons' home. Matt was out of town, so I made the decision to just do it up right. We were going to have an awesome weekend. And we did. And I'm exhausted. I will say this a bagillion times... I truly don't know how single mothers/military families do it. They are absolutely amazing and I have ridiculous respect for them. Two nights without Matt and I am near breakdown mode. I know you just do it and it is life. I didn't want to dwell on the fact that I was alone and had no help all weekend... I wanted to have fun. Summer and Layla chose lots of activities that constitute "Girls Weekend" and Summer even made a chart. As I posted on facebook, I yawned at one point and Summer says, "Mom!! No!! Sleeping is not on the girls weekend schedule!!" I documented it psychotically with pictures because I really wanted to remember the days. Saturday morning started the major part of the girly fun. French toast for breakfast, and then a swim in mommy and daddy's tub: 

This was a super big deal, and after Olivia got out they even got to turn on the jets. There was constant shrieking, laughter, and "best day ever" comments.

Once they all got out of the tub, they got wrapped up like little mummies. Other than Olivia's super awkward facial expression, I love this pic:  

Next came getting dressed and of course a fashion show: 

Manis and pedis of course. Each nail had to be a different color with sparkles on it, obvi. 

You can't have a girls day without makeovers. Look at the eyelashes on Layla. I mean seriously!  

My original goal was no TV. Well, I failed. They watched a little. Give me a break. 

And played a few iPad games (yes, that is Layla's naked butt. I discovered that the only way to potty train her is to not put a pull-up or anything on her. No accidents yet!) 

There was some dog-cuddling (yes, the coat is on yet again. I'm telling you, she's obsessed in an awkward way). 

At the girls' request, we got Mamma Lucia's for dinner. 

I dare you to say Olivia didn't enjoy it: 

And I'm thinking another bath is in order: 

I was informed that a dance party was essential. And yes I think Layla is mid-nose picking.

We finished the day making oreo milkshakes. The smashing of the oreos was probably their fav: 

The tutu/socks/hair combo kills me: 

So delicious and SO happy. 

All in all, an amazing day. My house looked like a bomb hit it afterwards, but who cares. My girls (well, at least Summer) will never forget mommy throwing caution (or errands and cleaning) to the wind and doing WHATEVER they wanted. We made amazing memories, I think I gained 5lbs from all the carbs and junk we ate, but it was totally worth it. 

And finally, at the end of the night, after everyone went to bed... mommy could relax: 

Or take four sips and fall asleep at 9pm. 

Sleep is overrated...

So I'm tired. 

Yesterday I woke up at 4am and left my house by 4:40 to go to work. For whatever reason, I always get the gift of being stuck behind someone going out-of-this-world SLOW on a one-lane road that I am on for 12 miles. There are many parts of this road that the speed limit is 50mph. For whatever reason, everyone likes to go 30mph, the ENTIRE WAY. I am fortunate that I go in when I want (yes, leaving at 4:40am is what I want, shockingly enough). It's not like I am going to be "late," but every minute later I get there is a minute later that I will be staying. I leave at that hour so I will miss traffic... yet somehow that 12 miles hates me every time (Twice I have gotten behind someone with only one headlight (not the same car). I understand that you can't see well on a darkly lit road. Either get your headlight fixed or pull over and let me pass you. Don't go 12 miles an hour and slam on your breaks every time another car comes around the bend. For the record, one of them did finally pull over to let me pass. It just happened to be 11 miles into the trip). 

Anyway, work was fine. I have realized that I must have the type of face that people want to tell me utterly random stories right when I am trying to leave or need to do something. I didn't really want to hear about the woman in the nursing home who would fly around corners in her wheelchair to grab any old man in sight, pull down his pants, and do sexual things to him. The staff would have to tell both the woman's son and the families of the men she would do this to. You're welcome for the mental image. 

So all day I am sore in random places and I couldn't figure it out. Then, (how could I forget) I realized it must be from my very first Zumba class I took on Monday night. Now I was a dancer before (until I was 12), so it's not like I don't know how to move to a beat... but I have never felt more like a white girl in my life than I did for that entire hour. Great workout, super fun, and no one really cares how they look. Everyone is just frantically trying to make sure they have a view of the teacher and are making every effort to keep up. I'm pretty glad that I couldn't see myself in the mirror. 

So I left work last night around 10:30pm, and I needed to stop by the store to get baby wipes (since I ran to the store on Monday night for the sole reason of getting wipes and that is the only thing I didn't get). I spend far too long deciding which wipes to get and making sure the ones I am getting are the ones that are actually on sale. You'd think by the third child I would be a pro at this. I am a pro at nothing when I am at the end of a 17 hour work day. I go get in line, and of course the check out person has to tell me all about how they had no idea that there were stores dedicated to medical scrubs (I'm telling you, I must have an aura), and he had to whip out his phone to show me pictures of all of the different ones he thought were cute (no idea why he took so many pictures of scrubs when he works at a grocery store). I am not a rude individual (that may be debatable at times), so I smile and act interested while I stand there holding my keys and baby wipes, waiting to leave the store. I finally get home (around midnight) and I am starving. Like stomach growling out loud, I won't be able to fall asleep if I don't eat something type of hungry. I don't want to eat too much, so I just grab a little something to tide me over. Now it is a very delicate balance when you work for that long of how much coffee/caffeine to have to stay awake/function/drive home vs needing to be able to fall asleep at some point. I clearly went way overboard with the caffeine yesterday, because despite my utter exhaustion, I could not fall asleep. By 3am I am out-of-control starving again with a massive headache, irritated at the unsmoothness of one of my toenails that keeps snagging on the sheets, thinking of things I need to put on my to-do list. Toss and turn. Can't get comfortable. The last time I remember looking at the clock was 3:43am. 

All of a sudden, I am ripped out of sleep by the most horrid noise in the universe. Let me back up. When Matt and I first got married, he used this particular alarm because he is a very heavy sleeper. Now there are other alarms that have the awful beeping noise, but this one is to a new level. He would press snooze so many times (as I would wake up terrified) and I seriously could not handle it. I decided that for both our marriage's sake and my heart health, I would always set my radio alarm for whenever he needed to get up and just wake him up. We have been married for 6 1/2 years, and although there are times I am irritated that I have to wake him up, ANYTHING is better than that alarm. So, after being awake for 15 minutes shy of 24 straight hours, FINALLY falling sleep, I am woken by THAT alarm noise at 6am. I think I jumped three feet in the air and my heart was pounding out of my chest. (Another major reason that I was so anti the alarm from hell is because it would put me in the most foul mood when I woke up because it is such a traumatic experience). I realize that I was not home when Matt went to bed, but I kindly (or not so kindly) told him to leave me a note in the future and I will set my alarm. So, fortunately for everyone, I was awake early enough to write this blog (with cuddlebug Layla in my lap). Unfortunately for me, I feel like I have been hit by a bus to a new level. I may beat my coffee record today... not that I really even know exactly what it is because usually when I need to drink that much coffee, I'm not really focused on counting. I have dinner plans tonight with a wonderful friend that I refuse to cancel because I am really looking forward to it. Sleep is overrated... right??