Okay, now what?

So, my DH is taking out girls and heading off to the lake for five or six days. Whatever will I do? I know you will think, HELLO???? What do you mean, "What will I do?"

I know. It sounds like heaven on earth. The house is quiet. The house may (or may not) stay clean. I can crank the music. Or not. I can run around in my bucks. (We can all thank our lucky stars now that I WON'T! EVER!) I can work at my computer for as many hours as I must to get my three weddings finished. Or I can just play Packrat on Facebook with Evi! I can fine dine on A&W onion rings and Petro Canada slushes without guilt.

Once you get past how delightful this all sounds, consider this.

The house will be too quiet.
I can crank my music, but will it be the same without the intelligent teenage comments about how stupid my music is? (Evi - '80s is TOTALLY the way to go. Sorry Heather...)
Now I have the picture of a fat naked me running around my house. Ewwwww!
Work. LOTS of it!
The hours of Facebook Packrat just confirms that I have no life. Few friends. And zero imagination.

Sad. Lonely.

The endless slushes and no clean house obligations sound FAB though!

My Family

I’ve decided to share a story of how
I’m messing up this life I’m living,
And how I’m totally screwing up
The three children I’ve been given.

I’m hoping to inspire you and
To share a laugh with y’all.
And yes I know by “y’all” I mean
The three who routinely come to call.

Let’s start with a little about me.
I type for doctors, I photograph weddings
I drink slushes, love chocolate
And complain about how fat I’m getting.

Enough about me, let me introduce Leon.
He’s my hubby, I’m his wench.
He’s a schmuck, a goof, he likes to nag,
But he can’t help it. He’s French.

My eldest. My beauty. My Asia.
She’s 14. Need I say more?
I counting on her having one just like her
I figure that’ll even the score.

She goes up, she goes down,
And out of fear, we follow, we must.
She’s my challenge from God.
I’m sure I’ll survive it …. if only just.

She’s a cheerleader, a dancer.
She excels at all she does.
All except school work that is.
She’d rather pick belly button fuzz.
(yes, that’s me … grasping)

Cassie, my light, my usually happy daughter.
But oh, she’s a clumsy little bugger.
She’s knocked out teeth (3x), had stitches, and cries (lots)
But always cheers up when you hug her.

She’s our water skiing maniac.
Suddenly she’s up on one.
She crashes, splashes and tumbles
She goes till WE say she’s done.

She wakes in the morning with a smile,
but that can change oh so fast.
When small we banned her from public,
and swore she would be our last.

Then, along comes Livvy,
My sweet “late in life” child.
She’s got a cute little bum, chicken legs,
Bony knees, and she’s more than a wee bit wild.

It may not be right. It may not be fair.
But upon her our affection we shower.
She’s a little spoiled, but rightly so,
My funny little flower.

She’ll grab her crotch, drop to the floor.
She knows we’ll stop all we are doing,
Grab her up, rush to the bathroom,
And keep her company while she is pooing.

I often think of this with a smile.
She won’t be little much longer.
I know she’ll soon be a teenager,
And I will long to throttle her.

I feel it will never end.
I’ll never have a life of my own.
The laundry and clean up will continue to gather
Until my children are grown.

So that is my family, crazy as it is.
And my life, I should love it, I know it.
One day I’ll look back and wish I did differently.
One day I’ll wish I hadn’t blown it.

A fabulous read, straight from "Candid Carrie"

Check out her blog.
http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-once-had-your-body.html
(You have to copy/paste, because I have no idea how to add her link. I soooo need a lesson in blogging!

Hey COOL!!! I just discovered you can just click on my title, and it will take you right there! I'm so good. HA!

Home from Disneyland....Can I go back now?

Apparently five days in Disneyland has not made me a happier me. I read some other blogs, and those people seem to be genuinely happy with their calling as "mother". I am thinking now that what I thought was "the calling" was actually God screaming at me to "back away....Back far, far away. You are not cut out for the task of parenting". Oops. I REALLY have to get down and dirty with the Q-tips more often, because WOW, was God right on that score!
Yes. You heard right. Self pity. My own little pity party. All for me.
Unless other unloved, unappreciated mothers want to join?
Come on. I can't be the only one.
It's so lonely in Bad Mother Land.