Momma Drama

Hang on kids....it's going to be a bumpy ride.

I just spent 15 minutes outside with Maiya. She is at such a great age. So much personality. She rocks wherever she sits. Turd. This is the baby that never let me rock her. Ever. Now the world is her rocking chair. We sat on the porch steps. She rocked. I fumed...j/k. Then she moved down one step and tapped her little fingers on the porch like she was impatiently waiting for something. Who knows what. She says a lot of words. Shoes, juice, uh-oh, amen, Zurg (the dog), she attempts Trent and I swear she said your welcome the other day. It's amazing how you can pick up on these words by the third time around. Dave and I thought Trent was never going to talk. He probably talked for a good long while, we were just too dumb to realize it. :( She still waves that super sweet wave, sideways now instead of backwards. She also blows a mean kiss. Still stingy with the real kisses, which is okay, since they are full, open mouth ones. ;) She climbs up all 16 stairs to bed. Makes me a nervous wreck in the process.

She is felling better, thank goodness. Devin too. I'm wondering if I didn't poison them that night....they had spaghetti and Trent had mac & cheese. Trent never got sick. The spaghetti sauce came from the freezer...I just don't know. I feel horrible thinking that I may have done it to them. I ate the spaghetti that night too and felt fine. Although, my stomach isn't 4 years or 15 months old. If I did feed them bad food, I think I've paid my dues. In the form of laundry. Dear God! Just when I thought I was caught up from last time. I swear to god, I am buying some of these. No shit. I'm not kidding. For sure. Genius!

I think my use of the word 'skitterbuggin' or 'jitterbuggin' is just my own warm and fuzzy explanation for manic depression. Wonder if it's possible to have just a 'touch' of this. Or, could be SAD. I dunno. This winter was easier on me for some reason. I got out almost every day to take Trent to school. It also snowed for less days than usual. All I know is that it's spring time and I am all fruited up. Hop-in-the-car-*alone*,-roll-down-the-windows,-blast-the-thump-in-your-throat-rock-and-roll,-drive-100-miles-an-hour-with-a-beer-between-my-legs fruited up. Manic depression, spring fever, mid-life crisis? Can't be mid-life crisis, I pretty much feel this way every spring. Makes me wonder what would happen if I moved down south, where it is spring like a lot. Would these feelings go away? Would I just short myself out, blow a fuse? Pretty much all my poor, un-p.c. decisions were arrived at during spring. Poor sexual choices, tattoos, speeding tickets (go figure...) Although two pregnancies were spring deals, so there are some good(great) things. :)

I really can't stand music from Elton John. Or Phil Collins. (No point to that btw, just wanted to share. ;)

Dave seems to like the new job. It's going to take a few weeks for everyone to get into an afternoon groove. Then it will all change, because Trent will be out of school. I like having the big meal at noon time. I am much more motivated during the day. Then dinner is kick back and relax time. Need to watch myself though, last night I had chips for dinner. I plead the migraine defense. I need to eat healthy, I cannot keep this perma-suck gut forever! I did manage to exercise twice this week. I went rollerblading with Trent one day, and bike riding by myself another day. By myself......that was nice.

Further explanation on the neighbor:
She skeeves me. In a red flag kind of way. She is way too churchy for me in addition. I don't have a problem per say with church or faith (no matter what Dave will say...), I just don't care for fanatics. Then there is the whole 'ram the play date idea down your throat' angle. Every day when I pick Trent up from school, it's the same deal...
Trent: "Can I go to N's house to play?"
Me: "No. Not today."
Trent: "Can N come over to our house and play?"
Me: "No. Not today."
Occasionally I will let him go, or have N over to our house. Not very often mind you. If I give this woman an inch she will take a mile. When she picks N up, she wonders what I'm making for dinner. Then ask if I've made all that with Dave at work too........like I'm going to ask her to stay. NOT HAPPENING SISTER!! I am as anti-social as they come. Some folks are into play dates. I am not. And when I tell Trent no, I'm pretty much guaranteed that he will act like the biggest asshole for the next hour. I will not reward that, nor have my hand forced by a 6 year old. Trent gets plenty of socialization at school during recess, in addition to going to daycare on occasion. I do not feel the need to "schedule" my kid. He's 6 for cripes sake, and needs to play with his sisters and by himself sometimes. I am not going to slate an activity/playdate for him every day. Dave says "She must think you are a real bitch..." One could only hope. Then she would leave me alone. He says "She just wants a friend....her husband is gone you know..." (Her Dh is in WI for a year for a job.) Okay, I was not at their kitchen table when that decision was made for their family...you be her friend. If that makes me a bitch (which I think may be spot on...) then so be it I say. And yet she continues to do dumb shit. The other day we are walking home from picking Trent up. Trent is walking, I'm pushing Maiya in the stroller, and Devin is riding her bike with my assistance to get her over rocks, sticks, bumps. The neighbor drives by in the van, rolls down her window and says "N wants to walk home with Trent, and I'll pick him up at your house." Fucking excuse me? I said "We aren't going home.", which we weren't. I was taking my motley crew to the general store for ice cream. Sorry about your luck Chuck. N does not make decisions for me and my family, and you damn sure don't tell me what the deal is, even if you do take orders from your 6 year old. Get bent chicky! The good news is that I realize that I over react where she is concerned, so I'm not as crazy as I would be, if I saw nothing wrong with my attitude toward her. Whew! What a vent! I'm feeling lucky that I don't have to deal with the same shit that Robin does though.

This post is getting to be freakishly long. Gee, I feel like Roni! LOL......smooches! ;)

Congratulations to Paula on a baby girlie! Now give her heck for not blogging in so damn long!

Think that's all for now. Need to work on the new blog skin, it's about half way done. Wish I could just hire Katie to do it...I'd much rather scrap though. Think I'll do that instead.

Dave's birthday is Sunday. He's getting the full spread.......Buffalo shrimp, shrimp salsa with lime chips, feta cheese, corn chowder, beef tenderloin with creamy garlic sauce, smashed garlic red skins, salad, cheddar bay biscuits, Sanders bumpy cake, butter pecan ice cream. Wish I could have the feta now. Or the salsa and chips. Yum...