The Pita Boy Turns 19 Today

I know I must have a better picture somewhere but for the life of me I can't find it.

Who knew 19 years ago that I would have this incredibly wonderful, annoying, loving, arrogant, pain in the ass.. to call my own.

So happy B-day CorBor (oh and for the record he hates that)

Please note the fashionable winter attire, sweatshirt and shorts, I would guess it is at least 20 degrees outside if not much much colder. I am just supposed to be happy that he is not wearing flip flips..

And yes this one for future reference will be referred to as Pita Boy.. and no it is not a misspelling..

10 Things Only I Can Do Around the House

It is an amazing fact that there are things in our household that only I can do. I thought I would share a few with you all.

1. throw empty containers away (food, beverage, shampoo)

2. replace the toilet paper

3. hang up wet towels

4. put laundry away

5. do laundry

6. empty the trash.. to them the overflowing just means well i hope it makes it.

7. wash the dishes

8. pass out money (oh they all have their own just dont like to use it)

9. make phone calls, to say colleges, doctors, whatever

10. go to the post office..

Back in the day when I planned my children (and the first three were planned almost to the day they were born) I thought it would be cool to have them so close together... to have a unit.. I now often wonder what was I thinking?

Oh well, ain't life grand?

The Girl Just Cracks Me Up

Who has the last word in your house? I can tell you, in this house it is not me, it is never me.. I know I raised them to have respect, I know I taught them that as children they needed to be aware of others around them and understand that they too had a point of view. It just didn't seem to sink in.

At least for one, I swear my oldest daughter must have the last word. ALWAYS, it doesn't even matter if she is part of the conversation. I think for the sake of the blog i am going to name her word girl, because she always has to have the last word. (and i am so stealing the name thing from liz at a mom on a spin am gonna have witty and clever names for the others as well)

Anyway today word girl and I were talking and I asked her if she really thought she would always have the last word.. it went something like this..

me: hon, do you really always have to have the last word?

word girl: well yeah.. I mean seriously

me: hon, you know you are not always right

word girl: so, I still have to say it's ok

me: well what about when I say that is it, the conversation is over?

word girl: well, still

me: what about when I am not even talking to you?

word girl: I have pertinent thing to add.. or I wouldn't add them

me: laughing now.. pertinent? sheesh

word girl: yep

me: ok, well try and stop. I know I raised you better

word girl: yeah sure.. and I guess the raising didn't take on me

me: seriously, stop

word girl: yeah yeah ok

me: now

word girl: ok


at this point I shut up..

First They Break You, Then They Amaze You

So, I have been pounding my head against the wall considering the ramifications of clobbering them. I mean prison isn't all that bad, right? Kidding!! Anyway, they had me struggling and frustrated to the point of unreasonable anger so of course they have to do something kind and good. Something patient and understanding.. I swear being a parent is just a mass of confusions.

I have been in a very dark place am not completely sure why, but there it is. When today we found out that the maid was coming and no way was the room ready and I was too fractured to do anything. So the pest, the bain of my existence decided to do all the work himself. Of course, no maid, she never came but the fact that today he realized that I needed to see that the kids cared and he stepped up made it almost worthwhile.

Life Seems To Never Get Easier

I wanted to dedicate this blog to my kids.. this is not really about them. They have been pretty darn good this past year, actually they have been pretty darn good these past 12 years. But this last one has been the hardest.

I raised them to believe that together we can do anything, that they just have to want it enough and it can get done. The problem has been I taught them to want it and I would get it done. Over the past year I have fallen into a form of depression, my belief in myself flounders.. This has to be especially hard on them as often we survived literally on the force of my personality alone. They had it pretty darn good, trips to Europe, Scout Camps, Band Trips and just day to day stuff. When things were going good they had it excellent and when things were bad they had it good. They never had to really do much..

This past year, my force, so to speak has diminished, I just couldn't fight it anymore so they are learning, the hard way that life can be rough.. sometimes they step up and sometimes they withdraw. What I find I resent is the anger and what appears to be contempt.. They have had it way better than they should have an believe me, I didn't get help from their father.. who by the way is quick to step in and take the credit for things when they are good or gleefully point his arrogant finger when things are rough.

Lately I have suffered often thinking I have failed, that maybe I am not such a great mom. Forget the homemade costumes and cookies, days as scout leader and den leader. The hours spent teaching ccd so they could go. The programs I developed so they could participate, the hours driving to and from swim practice. The music lessons... Maybe I should have said no a heck of a lot more often.. then maybe I would feel better about the pains right now.. Oh don't get me wrong, they will all have happy fulfilled lives, they will function in society and make something of themselves but I find right this minute I resent every single one of them

So We Watched the Game...

So we watched the game,unfortunately the boy had control of the remote. Every single commercial break he would change the channel. It took until almost the 4th quarter for me to get him to stop changing the flippin channel.

Me: quit changing the channel I was watching that

Son: mom, you don't know me (his most recent catch phrase). calm down you aren't missing the game

Me: I know I want to watch the commercials

Son: Why, they don't have anything to do with the game...

This child has lived in my house for 18 years and 51 weeks. That means he has been around for 19 superbowls and he still doesn't know that some years the commercials are the very best part??? but don't worry all, he lives

How Does This Work Again??

Would someone please explain how it is that me, the only person in this household that loves football, is the only one NOT going to a Super Bowl Party?

#1 Son is off at the college he is supposed to be attending watching with friends..

#2 Son... well he may stay here.. shudders

#1 daughter is off to a party at a friends house.. she hates football, has no clue who is playing or the stories behind them

#2 daughter is off on her regularly scheduled day at church and then with friends but she too will be watching the game.. rooting it on with friends...

and me, well I am either gonna be here alone or with the one I regularly want to throttle.. Even though he at least does no SOMETHING about football..