No, you pervs, my very first blog. Sure, I've done this on MySpace, but hasn't everyone? I thought I'd give this a try. Use it as a venue for my rants, my raves, my projects, to toot the horn of me and my darling heathen horde. Ah yes, THEM. My horde, the heathens that I spawned. There is Katy Beth who is 9 1/2 and I swear going on 20. James who is 8 1/2 and the man with the issues galore, we see the doc for him more than when I was pregnant all times combined! Jayden, my darling 5 year old drama queen. Yes, she has a "boys" name, but so did I as a child. And Izzy, the baby. Though Jason and I are putting forth a concentrated effort to usurp him from that post! Yes, ANOTHER! Yes, we are insane. Yes, we know how they are made. Yes, we CAN care for them all. Once I get the hang of this blog thing, I'll post pics and videos and what not.
First, let me tell you about my day today. I slept late, very very late. Oops. The kids allowed me to do just that. Why? Well, so they could play video games of coarse. After all, those coveted games are VERY regulated, and while school is not in session, if they awake before me, as they often do (I still find 6 in the morning MUCH too early) they are allowed to play those tantelizing bits of graphics and story as long as there is no arguing and they leave them when I awaken. So they leave me to sleep. On a normal day, I am awake and up around 9. Not today. Jason came home at 11:45 to bring me the van for errands this afternoon and found me still in blissful slumber. HEATHENS! Not even the baby woke me, as he has taken to sleeping late himself with teething and all.
So I scramble to get myself somewhat dressed, and everyone to have jackets and shoes so we can make it out the door and all in the van to get jason back to work on time. We all come home. I feed everyone, myself included. Have them all get dressed. James wants to wear shorts. It's 65 outside. I tell him to go change. "Change what?" "Your pants" "I don't have any pants". I know for a fact that this is inaccurate because I am the one that hung the pants on the hangers and Jason is the one who took them upstairs and put them in the boys' closet. "Yes you do, go look in your closet" He walks away mumbling about pants and shorts and why does it matter, yada yada yada.
"Katy, comb your hair and stop licking your lips"
"Jayden, put on your jacket."
"Katy, please go get an outfit for Izzy while I get myself dressed"
She brings me a pair of pants (at least SHE was paying attention to the weather) and a shirt that is supposed to be worn with an undershirt. I send her back up to get the undershirt. And a onesie, which she tells me that Izzy has none clean. (Yes he does, Jason put on one him after his bath tonight).
Jayden starts crying because as she is putting on her shoes, per usual, she puts them on the the WRONG feet, why can't she get it? She's 5 after all. It should be 2nd nature by now. James tells her "Jayden, that's the wrong foot" and it's a HUGE crying jag. She then asks Katy to verify that yes, it is the wrong foot, and Katy tells her this is fact, and Jayden starts to cry even harder. I can FEEL the headache coming on. This is a clue to how my afternoon will go, I just don't realize it yet.
OK, everyone is dressed, Izzy has no shoes because he has outgrown them since the last time he wore them. He hasn't needed them in MONTHS because of the warm weather. So on Friday, I get to take all 4 Heathens to Payless because of BOGO (buy one get one) and as I'm buying FOUR pair of shoes (the youngest three need tennis shoes, Katy needs some kind of dress shoe), I might as well get them as cheap as possible, yes? Now imagine me at Payless with all four kids. Jason must go with us on this kind of adventure. Why? Well, it takes James and Jayden about 2 minutes to find the shoes they like. It takes me about 7 minutes to find shoes that I like and that fit Izzy, it takes Katy 20 minutes just to decide what KIND of shoe she likes, let alone an acutal pair. While I am suggesting things to Katy, and slowly but ever so surely losing patience with the pickiness, Jason wrangles the middle two while I hold Izzy and allow him to chew his new shoes or the box or whatever he can get his pudgey little hands on.
Anyway, everyone gets in to the van. Katy needs to remember to close the slider on her side after the middle two get in, which she needs to be reminded of, EVERY TIME. James must help Jayden do the straps of her carseat up while I am fastening Izzy in to his, which he complains about, EVERY TIME.
Ok, everyone is fastened and we are off. We head to the Admin building for the school district. We recently moved and we need to enroll the oldest three in the new district. James receives special ed services for his issues, and the other two are in regular "main stream" classes. Well, come to find out, I can't enroll the girls at the Admin building because the schools are now open (though not in class until after labor day) so I have to go to the school to enroll them, however we leave James' info there so the woman who handles special ed enrollment can look his stuff over. While I am talking with the woman about enrolling the kids and where they will be going, Izzy is chewing on James shoe. Apparently, James thought it was ok to give him a dirty shoe to chew on. I tell James to put his shoe back on. Katy is full of questions. She MUST know the plan for the day, step by every little step. Jayden is laughing at James because Izzy is climbing on him and pulling his hair. James starts to yell.
We leave the Admin building, all pile back in to the van, and head to the doc office for Jayden's annual physcial. She finds out she has to get her finger poked and here come the tears. She finds out she needs a shot, and she is just balling, unwilling to be calmed. Bribery of a popscicle once we get home only goes so far. She pees in the cup, gets her finger poked, gets her blood pressure, weight, height, her shot, and TWO stickers for the cause. It took an hour. All the while, James and Katy are goofing off and Izzy is sitting there making noise and doing things to get the other two's attention. Katy and James are sharing a chair because there are only 3 in the office and Izzy has one of his own. Then James goes to sit with Izzy and complains and yells when Izzy butts his head, pulls his hair, pokes his eye, nose and mouth, and kicks and hits him.
All done there, so we all pile back in to the van to go to my work. I work as a server at Denny's of all places. I work 3 nights a week. I work overnights on Fridays and Saturdays and then only the evenings on the other nights. This past weekend I was scheduled for 17 hours between Fri. and Sat. nights. I haven't worked, standing on my feet like this, in 5 years. I HURT when I get home. I'll get used to it. Do I NEED to work? Well, no, not really. It helps us out, so I do it. Jason works Mon-Fri during the day. Anyway, we go to my work for a mandatory meeting. I learn NOTHING new. We are late to pick Jason up from work.
This was my day. Tomorrow, I get to walk with the kids down to the girls' (and possibly James' too) school to enroll them. I am hoping to go to the gym tomorrow evening, just as some time to myself, doing something for myself.
Are they great kids? Yes. Are they a handful. Oh absolutely. I know that life would be so much more quiet if they weren't around, but I think it'd also be so much more dull.
Right now, I am working on painting the girls' bedroom. It was supposed to be a project that took a week at the most, it's now going on it's 2nd. Why? Well...I started washing the walls to get them ready for the paint. There were a couple of air bubbles near the window that I was going to remove, after all, I was repainting, those spots really wouldn't be noticed. When I removed the air bubble, a HUGE piece of the paint came up. Um, that's NOT supposed to happen. The paint has pretty much stopped sticking to the wall. Oh fun. So I strip it all. Well, right now I only have 2/3 of the room stripped. And underneath the paint is a layer of dust. Broken down paint is my guess. So I need to scrape off the dust, then wash the walls very well and then tape them off and THEN paint, and the room will need TWO coats now because the color that the walls strips down to is grey. The top paint color is white. Someone primered over wall paper with grey paint. The wall paper is holding the plaster underneath together.
Katy really wants to help paint. What I can't seem to explain to her in a way she will understand is that she really wouldn't be much of a help. Yes, she did help strip the walls of the paint. However, her picking up a roller and painting the wall will only be more mess. The child is CLUMSY. The LAST thing I need is for her to step in the paint, or knock it over in some way, and have pinkish peach paint all over the carpet. Oh, and I've decided to add stencils to the top of their walls, to make it "prettier" I guess. Why do I do these things to myself? I made a small project in to a MUCH bigger one just by prepping the wall. And I know the girls will most likely NOT appreciate it, let alone thank me for it. Who knows, I may be pleasently surprised by that, but I doubt it.