What's My Status?

This morning I was looking at my facebook profile and decided I wanted to update it a bit. So I got to the question about relationship status and was a little stumped.

Where's the button for:

For the second time in two months I had to ask my husband to leave our house after I found that he had been drinking continuing to smoke pot and he had not come home before midnight for three nights in a row and now he's moving into this little tiny apartment and I never knew it was possible to be this scared and relieved all at the same time.

In the end I picked "It's Complicated."

I think that's an understatement....

Friday Confessionals

I'm horrible with birthday & anniversaries. It drives one of my friends CRAZY. I can mark it on my calendar, put it in my planner and make a reminder on my phone and STILL you probably won't get a card from me.

Every year on January 1st I vow to do better. I will remember birthday's I will send out text messages and facebook greetings and regular birthday cards. It lasts until about January 15th before I forget another birthday. This year it was my niece who turned 16. SIXTEEN!! That's a big deal and I totally missed it!!

Truth be told, if you come here on May 2nd I might actually have to be reminded it is my own birthday.

Wordless Wednesday

Faker...

"My mecine...."

"Yeah, that's your medicine."

"Want my mecine..."

"You can't have your medicine right now. It's only for when you're sick."

"UhhAhh... UhhAhhh...." (A two year old's best fake cough)

(Trying not to DIE laughing...)

"I sick mommy!!"
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I am so in over my head here..... :-)

Friday Confessionals

I have drawn a line in the sand with Jake. My very first boundary that I can't take back. If he messes up, if he goes missing, if he is using our lives will change. He will be asked to move out again and the big D word will most likely be in our future.

I'm TERRIFIED of this. I have never, in my life, had a boundary that he didn't cross and a consequence that I stuck to. I'm so afraid that he will cross that line and I will make an excuse for him. That I won't be strong enough to do what I know has to be done.

I know that this is the right choice for me and for my family. I know that we can't keep living that life but as a wonderful blogger that I read said today (on a totally different topic)...

"Knowing something is right just seems so far away from getting to a place where you can be ok with it."

Prayers

I was asked to put this link on my blog. This family needs your thoughts and prayers.

At Christmas their daughter had ear infections and what they thought was a "mystery" black eye. By last week she was gone. Please pray for them!!

http://themcclenahans.blogspot.com/

Sometimes it's helpful to be reminded that your life is not always as bad as you think it is!!

A Little Laughter

Two young boys walked into a pharmacy one day, picked out a box of tampons and proceeded to the checkout counter.

The man at the counter asked the older boy, 'Son, how old are you?'

'Eight', the boy replied.

The man continued, 'Do you know what these are used for?'

The boy replied, 'Not exactly, but they aren't for me. They're for him. He's my brother. He's four. We saw on TV that if you use these, you would be able to swim and ride a bike. Right now, he can't do either one.'

Wordless Wednesday

7th Circle of Hell

I am sorry for the quietness around here lately. Is anyone still out there? Hello??

I feel like I've sort of crossed over into my own little piece of hell where I'm reliving my life from 2 years ago and really, it's not going so well.

I e-mailed the lawyer this morning. I am seeking answers right now and have not made any permanent decisions but I am closer to leaving than I am to staying.

Right now, I'm having a REALLY hard time accepting that we went through all of the last two years for nothing. That after all of this we are spiraling right back to where we were. As far as I know he has not made the leap from pot to meth but I fear that if he doesn't take some drastic steps he will be there soon. I feel like I failed. Like I tried and I failed and now I have to explain to my son that you just can't fix some problems.

I'm sad for Jake.. and I'm sad for our family. Mostly, I'm extreemly sad for my son. I know that some people think I'm strong but I don't feel strong. I feel scared and horribly, horribly sad....

This "[...] is the brave thing to do. You are daring to imagine that you could have a different life. Oh, I know it doesn't feel like that. You feel like a big fat failure. But you're not. You're marching into the unknown, armed with... nothing."

- You've Got Mail

N-O

Zacky come here... let's get you dressed.

NO...

N - O

N - O

N - O

Isn't he too little for spelling???

Friday Confessionals

I may or may not have kept my maternity underwear.

In my drawer.

Instead of packing them away.

Because they are just SOO damn comfortable.

Back Seat Driver

Sitting at a stoplight the other morning I hear from the backseat:

It's green mommy!!

Aren't I supposed to have a few more years before he is telling me how to drive??

Friday Confessionals

I may or may not have noticed my child had a low grade fever this morning, doused him with Motrin and sent him on his way.

As a consequence, I may or may not jump every time my phone rings thinking it will be daycare telling me I have to come get him.

Law of Diminishing Productivity

Your child will become sick on Friday night requiring you to drag yourself out of bed at 11:30 and haul yourself over to Grandma's house to retrieve said "sick child."

Your child will then refuse to sleep in their own bed because they are scared because they got sick and will instead insist on sleeping next to you thereby insuring the 5 hours of sleep that you are actually supposed to get will be fitful, making sure you don't roll onto said child.

That same child will then wake up bright and early on Saturday, say 5:30ish and refuse to go back to bed. Acting fine and dandy even though your work schedule is now screwed up because you can't get a babysitter because you are unsure if he is sick or not sick.

When you are done trying to get work done on Saturday and have time to actually baby a sick child said child will be fine. Running around and acting like nothing happened. They will insist on watching movies because mommy is boring but the minute mommy tries to get on the computer while they are watching movies they will DESPERATELY need something.

Said child will then be fine and chipper all day Sunday but come Monday at nap time they will again throw up just for added dramatic effect and to totally throw a wrench in your work week. Your child's daycare will insist that they are sick, even though you know that they just coughed too hard and gagged themselves.

This "sick" child will then proceed to act perfectly normal all of Monday afternoon but will be banned from daycare for 24 hours. Tuesday morning this same "sick" child will rise at the crack of dawn, about 15 minutes after Mommy tries desperately to get some work done since it is TAX SEASON.

Knowing that she has a meeting at 10:30 this same mommy will attempt to play with the child only to be thwarted in her efforts by a child insisting that they want to watch movies. Said child will watch movies quietly on their own for two hours and then a mere five minutes into mommy's hour long webinar will decide to dump an entire LARGE glass of water down thier front and then fill their diaper 45 minutes later.

So... how has your week gone??

How Old are Your Tires??

I just saw a link on a blog I read to a 20/20 report about tire manufacturers selling tires which are more than several years old as new. Which technically they have never been used but they are not "new" as in manufactured within the last year.

There have been some recent studies suggesting that if your tires are more than 6 years old you should not use them, even if they have never been driven on.

You can easily determine your tire's age by going to this website.

This has been your public service announcement for the week!!

Where Did My Baby Go??

Before:

After:

(Ignore the wierd face... I sort of caught him mid cheesey picture smile :-)

So we have officially been clippered!! Before she has always just cut his hair with scissors. Every four weeks, on the dot or it starts to look like the above picture. Finally I decided please... please... PLEASE try the clippers. So we did, and he didn't even notice a difference. But he did wait around staring at her after she was done...

Aaahhhemm... did you forget something??

I want sucker.....

It's the important things in life...