Ramble on, mama.

The past week (or so) I have been continuously recieving little reminders that I am in fact, a single Mom.. of two! I am in no way ashamed of this fact. I am not bitching about my beautiful, messy, run-around-like-my-head-is-cut-off life.

I love my life.

Last week Jackson came home with strep throat.
A couple days later Jentri and I were miserable. I was sure we had it. Doctor visit! Nope, no strep. Come to find out children under the age of 2 don't get strep... put that in your Mama Needs To Figure This Shit Out dictionary. (I know you have one. Mental or Physical. I don't have room for a physical dictionary!) Anyway, monkey and I had croup. Croup? I had heard of it before but had no clue what it was.


Are we going to die?
Do we need oxygen?
Are we going to be stuck in the ER for hours before we are admitted into the ICU?


Nooope. ;)


Just a cold. Sleep it off. And while you're at it, cough one (AND A HALF!) of your lungs up!


and PS: The baby might have a hard time breathing, if so, take her outside. If that doesn't help, take her to the hospital for a booger sucking and a little oxygen.
So Wednesday rolls around. Baby can't breathe so that means she needs to go to the hospital. I miss work. (CHING! -$100!) They suck her boogies out and send us on our way with a sicky note that says: Cough may last up 2-3 more weeks. Awesome.

It's now *NEXT* Thursday and Monkey and I are feeling fantastic.


Jackson was supposed to have a tee ball game yesterday. Have you seen the weather lately? WET. Game got cancelled. I like going to his games. I stand in the crowd with my camera and yell, "GO BUDDY GO!" Just like any Mom should. Ha...ha...ha. I have to do it now while he finds it unannoying. Anyway, game got cancelled so they decided to do pictures. At (TEXT I GOT FROM COACH): Tooele Army Depot. 10 S Garnet Bldg 669 Suite 18.


Alright, be there at 5:30.


Let me back up a little. The night before, I put both of my kids to bed at 9. Jentri fell asleep like the sweet little angel she always is. Jackson put on a different act though. He came in a number of times using each of the excuses two or three times:

Mom, I'm scared of the dark.
Mom, I need to go pee.
Mom, Jentri really wants me to feed her.
Mom, can I watch you make bows?
Mom, I am going to sleep on the couch.
Mom, I love you sooo much.... that I'm going to die.
(Awwww! Okay, you can watch me make bows but only for 10 more minutes!)


Finally at 11:00pm I took him off the couch and tucked him into his own bed.
Morning rolls around... He. Is. Not. A. Happy. Camper.
I knew it was a bad day. Every time I told him no to sleeping for one more minute he would yell- "FINE! You aren't my best friend then!" To say the least, I was an hour late for work.

Back to picture day.

We left at 4:40. Because I did not want to be late to PICTURES!!! I drove to the Army Depot. Ya know, out past Gofers. I thought "Hey, this should be easy to find. It's not like you can go very far from the entrance." Well I was wrong. My gas light came on in Tooele but I figured since it wasn't too far I could just get gas on our way home. I'm lost.
Coach won't answer.
As I'm driving around the 2 mile area, over and over again. I was seeing buildings that said 1006 (not 669!)... then thinking "Shit, I don't have gas for this shit!"

So I drive to Tooele to get gas. All the while Jackson is in the back seat throwing Jentri's bottle at her. Screaming at the top of his lungs for no apparant reason. Pulling his seat belt all the way out so five more of him could fit into it. Putting his hat on her face. I could only imagine her pain.. HELLO! SOMEONE HELP!

Finally I realize that duh, he's talking about the UAI(is that what it's called?). Soo I cruise on over by Detroit Deisel and sure as hell, there is building 669 suite 18. I pull up. Get the car seat out. Go over to Jackson's side and open the door. He throws my phone charger out. I look at him "what the hell did you do that for?" No response. We go inside, already have a headache from my 4 year old screaming and me being lost, there are a billion kids playing basketball, soccer, in the batting cage. Ahhh sweeeeet. They start taking the teams pictures. I thought my son was a camera lover. Always smiles. HA! Once again- WRONG.

He looked kinda like this:

You can only imagine what his indivudal pictures are going to look like. HAHA. He was so not willing to cooperate.
So pictures are done.. now Jackson doesn't want to leave the place. So I bribe him with going to see his Dad. Ha...ha...ha. I almost tried to act like I never said that but THEN... we got to the car. He threw my charger out, again. From there he continued to -)Scream at the top of his lungs. -)Throw pennies, dimes, nickles(ANY CHANGE OR SMALL HURTFUL OBJECT HE COULD FIND!) at his sister. -)Hit my window with his baseball bat. -)Tell me we are not best friends anymore. Sooo I decided he could definitely go see his Dad.

I drop him off. Go home to see the heaping amounts of laundry that I need to do, the dishes that need washed, and the bows I need to finish so that I can sell and use the money for the bills that the $100 missing from my pay check was supposed to pay.

Jackson, he was feeling better on Sunday, and is now sick... again. Thank God for Uncle's that don't have jobs because I don't think I could handle staying home from work today. Because I would NOT enjoy lounging in jammies, eating popcorn, finishings bows, doing laundry, snuggles from my little love bugs, and taking a long glorious nap. I just can't see myself missing work to do any of those God awful things.

I also need to go the store to buy conditioner, garbage sacks, bottle liners, alligator clips, and... Shoot, I know there was one more thing on this list.... oh yeah, groceries. I think we can survive on mac and cheese for the rest of the week. I'll just use baby wash for conditioner. I can take the garbage to the can outside. Bottle liners, hell, I'll just rinse this one out. Who needs a bow on a clip? Just use karo syrup!

That's just a couple days of my kids letting me know that it's okay to run around like a mad woman when you have a to-do-list and two kids to cart around while doing them.

It. Is. All. Gravy. Baby!


PS: I haven't worn make up in over a week. I'm running out of clean underwear. I may or may not have lost 10 pounds due to lack of eating. I dropped my cell phone and shattered the screen. Ruined my boots(and flip flops) from mowing the five foot tall lawn. Left the scooper to the formula at home.
And seriously considering packing up, cutting all ties, and moving to Mexico. Cabana, pina coladas, sunshine, and people that can't speak english. What would it hurt??? ;)

PPS:
I LOVE MY LIFE. :)