We face battles every day. Sometimes it's a garage door, or a stinking washing machine. Other times you are battling for or even with your child--those are the toughest ones. Whatever it is there is sure to be another one lurking quietly in the corner waiting to pounce. That is why we must breathe. We need that oxygen to keep us alive and feed what is left of our poor scattered mommy minds.
Today was somewhat typical. I always get gas and grocery shop on Friday's. It is my routine. And to make it fun, I shop with my mom. We caravan over to the gas station and fill up. Then back over the freeway to the grocery store. We are so regular that the checkers know us on site. They also know if they see one they will see the other. They know Ryan too. It's kind of amusing...in a sad sort of way. I digress. My usual plans were somewhat sidetracked when I made the decision to take my oldest to the doctor. She has been struggling with the stress of being a 7th grader, harder classes, harder homework, tougher teachers, changing from a child to a young woman, and the list goes on and on. But this was going beyond pre-teen angst. I needed intervention.
The doctor said to keep with the bed time, but absolutely no computer or cell phones. I was letting her watch episodes of Full House on you tube--my girl she loves that John Stamos!--I figured it would relax her. Nope. Exactly the opposite. It was funny, the doctor was putting it all on Kristin. Not on me. Telling her how that is too much stimuli at night. So we need to get her old routine back along with a new one. She needs time alone each day to unwind. And we started with it today. It was very nice actually. My house was quiet for over an hour...with the exception of The Incredibles playing for the 14th time in two days. *sigh*
Because of this doctor appointment, I did my shopping first thing in the morning. I wondered if we threw the checkers off today since I went by myself and so very early. My mom went much later and by herself. I didn't have my regular checker, but that could be due to the time I went. After doctor appointments, lunch, and all that grand fun, I managed to get Ryan to take a short nap! I love it when I win that battle! Especially when the battle of the migraine was still on. Lay quiet with a cold pack on my head. But before I know it, it is time to pick everyone up. A sleepover is requested for the first time in weeks. Okay. One extra is gone home with Dad, and the other is here. Soon I will take myself upstairs and put head to pillow for the night. Sleep always finds me fast. I have a secret weapon though. Well, okay...being a mother is not such a big secret but that is not it. In the last year or so, I noticed I was having a real battle with sleep. Getting to sleep was not a problem. In fact, it was a breeze. Close my eyes, and I am gone. However, I would wake up two or three times a night. I never stayed awake long. Always went right back to sleep. But it was broken sleep. And broken sleep is almost worse than none. So what is the weapon of choice? Melatonin. It is hormone created in the brain which as we get older it produces less and less thus causing true insomnia. This stuff works. I sleep worlds better and it doesn't have the after effect of a sleeping pill because that is not what it is.
So there you have it. My week of battle. It was a quieter week for me. I don't like to say that, because then I will be ambushed. That is why we must remember to breathe. Just like when we (gasp) exercise they always say, "Don't forget to breathe!" Well why would I do that!? But you find yourself holding your breath as you struggle to do that last lunge. The same is true here, but instead of saying, "Don't forget" let's say, "Remember to breathe." instead.
Battle number one: should I make cookies or not? Okay that one is not really a battle. The battle was deciding what kind. Chocolate chip. A double recipe of course.
Battle number two: My washing machine. Well, really it isn't mine. It belongs to the landlords. This thing walks no matter what it is in it! Drives me nuts. Well this time it walked so hard it ended up blocking the door. Now remember my victories from yesterday? Those were very real. No shoving and stuffing was done. I earned my stripes. That being said, my laundry room is a scary place. It's not very big to begin with, and right now it has about 2 feet of workspace. This happened once before, and maybe the room was clean then...I don't remember. What I remember is having Kristin climb through the small opening between the door and the washer and push it out of the way. She did it. Well today she was at school, and I certainly won't fit through that space. So the battle begins. Why? Because I am a tad OCD and can't let things go. So I shoved my chubby arm in there and gave it some hearty pushes. It pushed me back and tried to pin my arm in the door. "Oh no you didn't!" I pushed it again and felt the door give a little in my favor. One more heave ho and I was IN! HA! I'd done it again! Don't mess me with me! I am on fire!
Battle number three: The beginning of a migraine. These things should not exist. I do have prescribed medication for them, but I am out. Not only am I out, I don't think it has been 30 days since I last filled it. And as with most insurances, not only do I have to wait 30 days, I only get nine of these at a time. They are not even a narcotic!! In fact, I can get those in a larger number for a cheaper price. Now make sense of that! That is another battle for another day. So I resorted to 600 mg of Ibuproferen and a diet coke. Not exactly my meds, but makes a decent cocktail in a pinch. By lunch, I still had a headache. 600 more mg and lay down on the couch while Ryan quietly watches TV. This battle is raging on. My mom even recommended taking excedrine. Oooh, I hate that stuff. It is very mean to my belly and makes me a little on the whacko side. (It has 65mg of caffeine per tablet. More than a cup of coffee!) I couldn't take anything until after I got all the kids back from school anyway.....
Well that leads into another battle of drama. I am not sure how much more I can take. I refuse to give up. I may want to bury my head in the sand, but that means my fanny is in the air. I just have to breathe and deal with these dramas a piece at a time because that is all we can do. That and pray!
My migraine and I are still circling each other. I can feel its presence. I hope to sleep it off tonight. But anyone who has or does suffer migraines knows that is merely a pipe dream. I will push through it to best of my abilities and try not to take anyone down in the process. Tomorrow is another day..."store day" as Ryan likes to call it. "Store day" with a three(near 4) year old is a battle every time.
I know it is just me who battles with the condition of her home.
I know that I am the only one who is mocked by the clutter that seems to grow in the night while I sleep.
I know I am the only one with laundry that multiplies. I am the only one who finds cars and other various small toys at every turn.
And I know I am the only one with a messy kitchen!.
Okay so I am not the only one, but I know that many of us have felt that way. And because we have all been there at one point or another, I thought I would share my victories of the day.
Poof! Clutter, be gone! The kitchen still needs a little TLC, but it's looking much better! Too bad it won't last! Yes, I know I am not alone. None of us are. We just do the best we can each and every day.
I love presents. I love buying them. I love wrapping them. And I thoroughly enjoy watching the receiver open it. Especially if it is one of those gifts that you just know they will flip for. And yeah, I love getting gifts! I'd be lying if I said I didn't. Let's face it, getting presents is awesome.
Today I did a lot of present buying. I went to the Salvation Army first and made out like a bandit. My intention was to simply buy some pants for Emily. She needs them so badly it's ridiculous. I thought that would be the best place to start. Now I don't know about you, but for me, places like a thrift store and the dollar tree are big trouble. I went in planning on one pair of pants (choke) and walked out with: two pairs of pants for Emily, one pair of pants for Ryan, a shirt for Ryan, a hoodie for Emily, jammie bottoms for Kristin and Emily all for $18! Not bad. I was proud of my good work. Best part it would all be a surprise!
Next was good old Wal-Mart. I have a love-hate relationship with them, and I wish that I owned stock! My mission there was mainly birthday presents. This month is Ryan's birthday and it is also his best bud's birthday too. So we are combining the two and have a big family blowout. Well since Ryan is always with me, it's kind of hard to buy his present without him knowing it. Somehow I managed to slip it in the cart while he was in awe of all that was around him. I also busied him with the task of picking the gift for Lucas. Thanks, Emmy! It worked great. He found something grand, and shouted, "Lucas would love this!" fabulous. Into the cart it went. Except now Ryan wants to "hold it." Well I guess that is okay. Remember...choose your battles. So a few minutes go by and he wants to open it. "No." is my answer. "Why?" is of course his question. "Because that is a present for Lucas." We go back and forth on this one for the rest of the shopping trip and on the ride home. At this point, I am itching to get home so I can hide the offending present and hope that he forgets all about it. Well guess what? Three...errr (near) four year olds rarely forget! So the battle raged on. It wasn't ugly, just tiresome. So I hid it, so I thought. No he went and found it. Little stinker. I hid it better and he never retrieved it again, and was distracted enough that it didn't seem to bother him anymore. Another score for mom! Another battle won. I didn't happy dance, or rub it in his sweet little face that I won. I was just glad that this round was over.
Last week, due to drama in my life, my blog had a fairly consistent theme. So it got me thinking, you have to be careful with thinking especially as a Mom. You just don't know what you might come up with, or in my case forget. My thought was it might be interesting to use a theme each week to base each post on. Of course this hits me at 12:30AM last night. Okay great idea, now put it in the box and go to sleep! That was not the battle that inspired this theme idea. No, that was a whole different battle.
Last night I watched TV until about 11. Terrible I know, but it is fall and the new season has officially started. It was at this time I realized I hadn't moved the white clothes into the dryer. Oh well, no harm done. It's just underwear. It can spin in the dryer and sit and wrinkle. Onto more important things. Snack dishes and making lunches. Those can't be left behind. So I began my chores. How I hate making lunches. And here I thought they were supp0sed to be making their own. They really should especially since the orders are so particular. One wants juice and water. The other is hard to feed lunch in brown bag since none of the traditional lunches are palatable. I digress.
Onto the garage I go to grab a juice. The garage door is wide open. I had forgotten that the kids played outside before dinner. If I had remembered it would have been closed. Well, whatever. It's an easy enough task. Push the button. Magic! Unless....yep that thing popped back up. Something was in the way. A scooter. Upon discovering the offending blockage, I also discovered another scooter in the yard. Kids! Okay, scooters in and push the button. Down it heads, and almost as quickly it returned back up. Okay SOMETHING must be in the line of the laser. Of course it is pitch black outside, and I just know that either a gigantic spider is going to jump out of dark corner and eat me or some maniac is going to cut me to ribbons.
After two more failed attempts, I headed upstairs for a flashlight. Time to thoroughly check the area of the beams. After my "inspection" and spraying the area with forced air I was ready for attempt number 5. Down the door moved. Stopped. And back up again. Garage: 5 Me: ZIP! Okay, this is war! It's on now!
Now this next part is not for the faint of heart, so be warned. I grabbed a paper towel and spit into it--let's face it nothing beats Mom spit!--and with my mom-spitted paper towel I wiped the lens area of the beam. It turns out there had been a smudge on it. Maybe it was a bug once. All right. Now it is all or nothing...Push. Door going down. Going. Going. SHUT! I do the happy dance and tell the garage, "I beat you!" After midnight it is perfectly legal and sane to talk to inanimate objects.
That was my battle last night. Today there was a battle with the scanner, and a battle with my couch. It ate my cell phone. I won, but not without some battle wounds. I am sure there will be more battles this week. Some battles will be with kids, other battles with self, and yes battles with objects.
A family favorite, this is another one from my Grandma Jo. I don't know how long it lasts in your house, but in mine it only lasts about a day. We all love bread and well banana bread is just plain yummy. And it smells good too.
1/2 cup butter 1 cup sugar 2 eggs 2 ripe bananas 2 cups of flour 1/2 tsp salt 1 tsp baking soda 1/2 to 1 cup of chopped walnuts (I don't use the nuts so the amount is up to you)
In a small bowl smash bananas and set aside.
Cream butter well. Add sugar and cream together with butter thoroughly. Add eggs one and at a time and mix well. Stir in crushed bananas. Add dry ingredients. Pour into greased bread pan and bake at 350* for 45 minutes. Stick a toothpick or cake tester in the center to see if it is done. I usually end up turning my oven off at 45minutes and then leaving the loaf in for another 15.