About our blogger: Nina
My name is Nina, but the little people running around my house call me Mommy. :) The MAN and I have been married for almost 9 years and it hasn't always been easy, but it has been FUN!! Together we have 3 kids, 3 dogs and 2 cats. So yeah, we're busy. I enjoy cooking, baking, reading, taking pictures of my kids, gardening and just generally spending time with my family. I love blogging about my everyday life as a Mommy and wife. There is never a dull moment!
40. 40. 40! 40!!!!!!!! My birthday is next week, and yes, I will be 40. I feel so…..grown. Almost like I know everything, but I’m still learning. I don’t feel “40″, and I don’t think I look “40″, which is a good thing. My kids are super excited for my birthday. Although, at first Lo wasn’t so excited. She had asked me how old I was going to be, and when I said 40 she gasped, covered her mouth and walked away. A few minutes later she came to me in tears saying “I don’t want you to be 40, it’s so close to 100 and you’re going to die soon!!”. Poor little Lo!!! After I explained to her that I was not that old and I wasn’t going to die soon, she felt better. I didn’t though. I kinda felt really old after that. LOL!! I’m over it now though. The toughest thing about turning 40 is getting my license renewed and probably getting a new picture. I love my picture and I don’t want to change it. :/ If that is all I have to worry about, then I guess I’m doing pretty damn good!
How did this happen so fast?? My baby, my last baby, is 6. That is a huge milestone in our family. She is going into first grade, she’s not so little anymore, she’s starting to have “grownup” conversations, she’s funny, she has many friends now, I’m not the center of her world, but she still can’t tell a lie. Her innocence is still there. For now. My son has mastered lying, and I hate it. Just thinking about Lo getting one year closer to losing that kind of innocence makes me so sad. So for now I will just love her and hold on to what little bit of baby there is left, which isn’t much. She’s growing up, and fast!…….
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I hate cleaning. It’s just so tedious, I have no time for it. Problem is, I’m the only one who really knows how to clean. Todd cleans, he does the litter boxes, dishes, folds the laundry and puts it away, and he straightens up, but he does not know how to clean. I like to spring clean. I open windows, move furniture, get behind the book shelves, I vacuum every inch of my house. Nothing is safe! You may be asking yourself “If this woman hates cleaning so damn much, why does she clean so damn much?” BECAUSE I HAVE TO!!! I was an Army Brat growing up, with a very strict/scary mother. Sunday mornings in our house was torture. Up at 7am, no breakfast till your chores were done. GRAB A TOOTHBRUSH!! And that is how I became this. I can’t help myself!!
So it has begun. Spring cleaning in my house always starts with clearing out old toys, clothes and things that are just lingering around with no purpose. And there is a lot of that lingering around here. I blame my hoarding son. I ask that if you have it in you, you should definitely pray for poor Todd. He thinks this weekend is date weekend, it is not. It is SPRING CLEANING WEEKEND!!! Grab a toothbrush, Todd!
I’m just not. I love my kids, my friends’ kids, but I draw the line there. Most kids annoy me, not all, but most. You see, I never wanted to have kids of my own, but then the teenager happened, and I liked her. Then I turned 30 and Lex happened, and I liked him, too. Then Lola happened, she’s pretty cool, I’ll keep her. But other people’s kids, well, I’d prefer to not get too close. I don’t know why I am this way. I don’t mean to be, I just am. I have a terrible time connecting with my bf’s kids. Doesn’t help that his daughter is terribly jealous of me and acts out every. single. time. she. comes. over! It’s exhausting. His son loves me though and gets my sense of humor. Just like his Dad. One out of two ain’t bad. And honestly, if I can be honest here, I really don’t care if she likes me, she doesn’t have to. She just has to obey the rules and behave herself while she’s at our home. That may seem harsh to some people, but that is just the way I am. I’m not mean to OPK, I just keep my distance. Wow….it just dawned on me that I am going to be a terrible grandmother.
When my oldest was born I was all like….”Yeah yeah yeah…..I got this. I won’t talk to her like she’s a baby, I won’t homeschool her. I won’t spoil her. I won’t blah blah blah…”. Then Lex was born and I was all like “OH MY GOD HE IS NEVER LEAVING MY SIDE!!!!” See what getting old does to you? It makes you weak! Just terrible. For four years my son was always with me. We did everything together, the park, Chuck-E-Cheese, shopping….everything! He was never away from me. And he was very shy. His Dad and I thought that putting him in preschool would help him come out of his shell. It didn’t. Then came Kindergarten and we were so sure that this would be the year he really shined and showed everyone the brilliant child we saw at home every day. It wasn’t. First grade……I won’t even talk about first grade. It was so bad that I actually contemplated homeschooling him. That is actually what I really wanted to do. I wanted to keep him home, safe, with me. Forever. But I didn’t. We were moving to a new town and I thought “One more year. Let’s give this school a chance. Maybe it isn’t him.” and here we are, second grade, a new school and a new teacher. And things are still the same. BUT, his teacher isn’t like the others. She has taken the time to actually look deeper, and she has seen what we see every day. She just can’t get him to to show it. And do you know why??? Because of me. Me and my “OMG HE IS NEVER LEAVING MY SIDE!!!” I have bottled my son up Read the rest of this entry »
Yes, I am just a bit excited about Fall. I love the cold mornings, colorful trees, warm sunshine, apple picking and of course all the pumpkin flavored everything! McDonald’s now has a pumpkin latte that is SOOOOO good!!!! You have to try it. Anyway! The kids have been doing crafts so I can decorate the house. I go to the dollar store and buy cheap things so it’s easy and affordable. The kids love the Fall. Lex likes that he can wear his Creeper hoodie and not be hot. Lo loves her footsie pajamas and cuddling. One of the downfalls is that my poor old dogs have a hard time walking when it’s cold. Chewy has degenerative disc disease and both dogs arthritis. So the cold is tough on them. I have upped their glucosamine to daily instead of weekly. Gotta get a jump start on that before my poor dogs can’t walk. Other than that we are ready for Fall and looking forward to all the fun activities, without the sweat.
When my teenager was little I thought “There is no way anyone can be as dramatic as this child”. Universe, that was not a challenge. My Lo is 5 now and she isn’t annoying dramatic, she’s just very dramatic. Everything is all about love, cuddles, how much she misses me, how she can’t live without me…..it’s cute, to an extent. I don’t mind the over play of love and emotions when we’re at home, but when we are in the middle of morning routine and she starts, it can drag on. For example…..every morning I ask the kids if they want home lunch or school lunch, and every morning I get the same response….Lex: “School lunch!!!”, and Lo: “Home lunch, because I like to eat the food you make for me with love because I miss you so much when I’m at school and I love you, Mom!!” A simple “Home lunch!” would have been just fine.. If I don’t stop her in her tracks then she goes on and on and on and on and then drop off is Hell. Don’t get me wrong, I love her to death! But I cannot feed into her dramatics every morning, we have a routine and if I don’t keep it, she will no do well. Last week she was refusing to go into the school, the teachers had to pry her off of me and take her to class. That’s a terrible thing for a mother, and child, to have to go through. So Lex had the brilliant idea that he would walk her to her class every morning. My little hero. And so far, it’s working out great. This week has gone by so smoothly. Next, we are going to transition into car drop off. There will be a few rainy days that will be perfect for that. I want her to go to school happy, not sad and distressed because she misses me. I also don’t want her to think I’m dropping her off and running away. And seriously, how could I run away from a face like this……….
But it isn’t. Especially when my life has been consumed by trying to find a place to live, a place that will allow three dogs and a cat. Let me tell you something, that is not easy. Not one damn bit. BUT, I did it. I found us a new home. This is currently how it looks………
I don’t know who left me in charge of getting this place together, but they must have been crazy. I am terrible at organizing. That gene completely missed me altogether. It might help if I get off the computer and actually tried to get things done.
|Picture from Camp Wander blog where you can grab the recipes for all sorts of goodies
I’ve had it with buying things that I can make myself. I started with cleaners. I stopped buying them! I make my own with vinegar and Dr. Bronner’s Sal Suds. Works wonderfully, too, I might add. Now, on to detergents. I did the math (not really) and I can save myself a ton of money by making my own. I spend at least $40 a month in detergents alone. That’s dishwasher and laundry detergents. I just spent $30 at Walmart on supplies to make my own, and it should last me a year. I will keep tabs on that and let you know exactly how long it lasts. I’m hoping this works out well. I have three elderly dogs and I’m doing laundry every damn day!! I’m not even kidding. Puke towels, pee towels, cleaning rags…..it’s tiring, and expensive. If I had been smart I would have had them put in the divorce papers that my ex pay for the laundry! It’s mostly the two older dogs who he had before we met that are making the messes. Getting old sucks.
So here I am, sitting in the kitchen, blogging, making my own soap and I can’t help but feel like I should be singing Kumbaya or something like that. Seriously! Who am I?!