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Ever since last summer, when my Mother-in-law took my three boys and their cousin S for a week long sleepover, she has talked and talked and talked about doing it again. This morning she called and told me that Hubs sister, D, and her daughter, the boys’ cousin S, will be coming into town on Wednesday and can the boys stay the week with her.
Mother in law told me she needed an answer, that she had told Sister D to call back in ten minutes to confirm. Mother in Law said, and I quote : “Wednesday works perfectly for D, but I told her I needed to check with you first, that you might have plans”
I told Mother in law “No. No. NO. They cannot go over Wednesday, Thursday is fine, but Wednesday is my birthday and I wanted to spend it with my boys”
“Oh. Well that works perfectly then!” She exclaimed.
“Huh?” I should point out that in the morning, I have a hard time figuring out pants, much less my Mother in Law’s special brand of logic.
Mother in law went on to explain that this way Hubs is free to take me to a nice dinner, or a movie. Maybe even for coffee!
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Well. Sure. Yea. Dates with hubs are always nice. But this is my birthday. And I wanted to spend it with the people I love. Is that so fucking wrong?
Seriously. I twittered my disappointment over not having the boys for my BD and I had email’s and direct messages coming out the wazoo. But. Not one of them sympathized with me, they ALL questioned why I am so unhappy with this arrangement.
And that brings up yet another question. For two weeks now I have been seeing a common theme with bloggers in regards to Summer Vacation. Everyone is horrified. Everyone is bitchy. Why? Because they have to “Deal with the kids. ALL.DAY”
What the fuck people?
Is there something wrong with me that I LIKE spending time with my boys? I Love them, sure, but more to the point, I LIKE them. I like the person they are. I like talking to them, playing with them, surprising them with Popsicles and splashing in the water with them.
I just plain like being with them.
And from what I can see online and now, with this mornings activities, thats wrong. Apparently I should be jumping for joy at a chance for some “Alone time” at the chance to “Get away from them”.
Contrary to what my Mother in Law and damn near all of the internet think, This year? My birthday will suck ass. No cake. No sticky boy kisses. No “Happy Birthday Mommy”. I’m not looking forward to it at all. In fact, Since this morning, I have been fighting back tears every time I think about it.
Here are just a few. Try and figure out how my day went.
All three of my boys have now used that candle. In fact, all three have used the numbers One, Two and Three as well.
This is the tiniest flower. Seriously. TINY. Maybe half a centimeter tip to tip. if that. I love them. I have no idea what they are called, But I love them
Garden decorations.
NOT photo shopped. Thought I should point that out because of the prior, obviously PS’d picture. This is SOOC, and I am pleased as punch at how well it turned out!
Logan - Four is such a big age. So much Bigger than three.
MMMMM. Good eats. Not pictured? Cake. And Ice cream. And strawberries. And cheese slices that can fly.
Yep. A Good Day.
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The past two days have been filled with thunderclouds, lightning and a scared of thunder OHNOES! Run!HIDE! doggy. Also? Power outages. Lots and lots of them. I’ve had to reset everything electrical more times than I can count int he past 48 hours.
I love my laptop, so it was off for huge blocks of time during the storms. It’s still raining, but the threat of outages seems to be gone, so I am posting now, just in case!
Diane at Martini’s For Two has obviously been paying attention to my posts. Its very obvious she knows how much I love summer and tagged me with this meme!
It is supposed to be Things I Couldn’t Live Without This Summer, but I’m going to mix it up a bit, Half and half, with the things I LOVE about summer, and the things I HATE about it! There is no set number of things you have to love (or hate)
AND - I’m going to be tagging people!
1. I LOVE summer vacation. I love having the kids home with me for two straight months, no more worrying about getting up on time, or to bed on time or making lunches on time. OK. maybe it’s not having the kids home I love, but not having to be a slave to the clock!
2. I HATE the bugs. Oh, not the flies and mosquitoes, moths and beetles, those are all fine. I hate the spiders. I hate how as soon as the snow thaws every black fuzz I see makes me panic, I hate the fear I feel every time I need to go through a doorway, thinking they are up there, just waiting to drop onto my head, and make baby spiders in my brain.
3. I LOVE the hot weather. it’s perfect for playing out side. laying on a blanket in the grass with a cup of coffee and a book while the boys splash in a pool. It’s perfect for walks to the park and picnics under trees.
4. I HATE the hot weather. No airconditioning. Storm warnings. Power outages. Sunburns. GAH!
I’m ending this here, even though this list is no where near complete becuase the rain is coming down harder now and the TV is flashing it’s red Storm Warning bar. Again.
Tag? Sheila cus she hasn’t written a post in years. Tug, becuase she needs a meme to store as a draft for those days when she is super busy. Fantastagirl - becuase she has six weeks of recovery coming up and will need a quick post on at least ONE of those days.
This was Blake Last September, on his very first day of school. In the past ten months Blake has learned to count to 100 (over and over and over again, to the point I am sure my ears will bleed with one more number repitition) and to sing his ABC’s. He has learned to pronounce words the correct way - for the most part. He has made many friends and gone on his first “not with Mom there” play date. He has grown eight centimeters, but not gained an ounce. He has learned about staying “Hy-dra-gen-ated” In the summer time, and that if you bleed lots you will die. He can write his name and read short books.
He has not, however, mastered the art of looking at the fucking camera when I want to take a GODDAMN PICTURE!
Blake - Kindergarten Graduate
With Logan’s fourth Birthday Fast approaching (Friday), tonight has been set aside as “Practice Cake Night” and will be followed tomorrow night with “Practice birthday Night”. And no, I don’t think it’s weird.
Just becuase I’ve never iced a cake like this in my life, and he has, doesn’t mean that my idea of sucking out clogs in the icing tips doesn’t have merit. Sanitation my ass! So, while I would like to have been able to show you the actual finished practice cake, at some point, under threat of bowls thrown at my head, I decided it would be best for me to leave him to his decorating.
And I still think that using the chainsaw to get the fucking cake out of the pan would have worked…
* I want to make it clear, all actions consider anal are solely my responsibility. I Hate, HATE being unprepared for anything, as such, I insisted on the Practice cake. Even though I will have nothing to do with the actual Making Of The Cake(s).
Pee ess; I will try to sneak a picture of the cake later….
Sweet! He let me back in!
