Friday, June 13, 2008
I did some laundry and tried to figure out what was wrong with the baby who was following behind me whining. She's going through a big growth spurt (and so is the 4-year-old) because she's always hungry, thirsty or sleepy. I finished packing for the kids (for their weekend with their dad. THANK GOD!), got them dressed while the teenager started lunch and got myself ready.
I wanted to turn in the paperwork before taking the teenagers to work, but we weren't able to get out of the house on time. Probably could have still done it had I not had to pick up someone else's kid. I still haven't figured out why it's so hard for them to drop her at my house on the way to where they're going each morning, but that's a whole 'nother story (I see that's my current favorite saying).
The baby, of course, fell asleep on the way to their job (20 minutes down, 20 minutes back). BIG SIGH. I stopped to drop off the paperwork, pull into the driveway and everyone announced that they're hungry.
"You guys just ate about 45 minutes ago!" I say astonished. It's the end of the month and I'm due to go grocery shopping, but haven't had one spare moment so in we go to conjure up some grub.
After their snack/second lunch, the 3- and 4-year-old kiddies get in their beds for nap. It takes Amareah (the 3 year old) some time to go to sleep because she had a little nap in the car... about 15 minutes worth.
I finally tire the baby out and settle on the couch to watch some tube while she rubs her lovey (a piece of satin sheet!) and dozes off. That's about 3:15. Before her thumb even falls out of her mouth; Amareah emerges from their room. It's 3:26.
EXTRA BIG SIGH.
And that's how my days go since the children have been home full time. Because Amareah is always the first to go to sleep she is of course the first to wake up. And, she's discovered, it's the perfect time to spend some one-on-one time with mommy.
I put the baby in her crib and sit next to Amareah on the couch to finish watching my show. We talk about my necklace, she gives me kisses, she crosses her legs like mine, she calls out the colors on my necklace, asks can she watch Dora and tells me she wants more fish.
I'm not sure I remember the end of my show, but I sure do remember what time it is and hope their father shows up on time. ... I am dying to do absolutely nothing for 15 minutes then get up and do everything I haven't had a chance to do this week.
(Okay, it's 4:19. I didn't waste too much time blogging, did I?)
UPDATE: It's 4:30 and everyone is awake.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
The next one comes from Tammy and Carrie. Aren't they both sweet to pass on such a beautiful and meaningful award.
It was created by Memoirs of A Mommy in honor the donor who saved her son Noah's life with a heart transplant. Her hopes are that we can create more awareness of the importance of organ donation by passing this award onto others.
I have a feeling that there's another award or something I'm supposed to post, but I can't remember. If you remember, please don't hesitate to remind me. This is the first official week of all my children being home full-time (besides Amber going to work) and I'm overwhelmed and behind on everything.
An-t-way, who do I want to pass these on to? My friends Farah and Shaunalynn.
The next one means a lot to me coming from Farah. I really appreciate it... thanks!
I'm passing this on to all of my friends who need to remember never give up! I love you.
Yes, you read that right. I can push a minivan, but not just any minivan. I can push my minivan with five people in it. If you stopped by a few days ago you saw a Quick Update that told you how busy I'd been and that my fibro was acting up some and that may have been due to me having to push the van.
This is what happened (I'll try to make it short):
Even though gas prices are rising, the amount of money that comes into this house hasn't risen at all so I am often -- very often -- riding around on empty. (Yes, that's what E means. Tee-hee.)
I had been on E for about two days and knew I needed to get gas, but I also knew that I didn't have one red cent to work with. All change had been counted and used for something else and I was waiting on some money.
(BTW: This is the first time I've ever ran out of gas! Ever!)
I went to pick up the teenager and her best friend from their job, and my teenager was driving. We were going up a small hill when the van slowed down quite a bit. I looked at the speedometer and the teenager said, "I didn't do that."
"Is it still slowing down?"
Crap, I thought, we're running out of gas. I told her to move into the right lane and put on her hazards. As it continued to slow I told her to move onto the shoulder then we realized that the van was still moving. I said, "Get back over we gotta make it to the gas station."
The station was only about five minutes up the road on the left. We get to the intersection, the light is green and she gets in the turning lane. The light turns red. We stop and the van sputters.
"Okay," I say, "put it in neutral and as soon as the light turns green take your foot off the break."
I was gonna have her girlfriend get out and help, but before I could think it through the light turned green. I put my back against the van and pushed with my legs. Lucky for me, years ago my best friend -- who happens to be a man -- told me that it's easiest to move stuff with my legs because that's where most people are the strongest.
I get the van rolling good and the light turns red.
Okay, I walk up to the window and tell her to do the same thing when it turns again. There's a man in a SUV behind me but he's just watching. Then he sticks his head out of the window and says, "Do you need some help?"
I wanted to say, what the freak do you think? But, instead, I said sweetly, "Yes."
He kind of pulls over, gets out and asks, "Do you have a gas can?"
BIG SIGH. Again I want to say, what the freak do you think? If I had a gas can I would simply walk across the street and get gas. Not look like an idiot in white capris and flip flops pushing a freaking minivan.
But, instead, I say (again sweetly!), "No."
The light turns. We start to push and I realize the teenager is having a hard time turning the wheel (Of course, I think, no power steering). I run up to the window and help her turn and I push at the same time. Halfway to the gas station the guy lets go and goes back to his SUV.
I realize this after it starts to get harder to push. So, I push harder and we're going quite fast. As she's about to turn right into the gas station an IDIOT driver zooms past on the right. Luckily she saw him coming.
As she's turning into the gas station I realize I'm not gonna be able to keep up because there's a small hill. I'm running next to her and giving her instructions.
Well, she picks up quite a bit of speed and was (she tells me later) battling with the instructions from earlier not to hit the brake. I am so out of breath and I'm trying to yell TURN... BRAKE... TURN! BRAKE! TURN! BRAKE!
Later I find out that her friend in the back seat was yelling: BRAKE, BRAKE, BRAKE NOW. BRAKE NOW.
What neither of us knew was she was trying to hit the brakes and she was turning as hard as she could. Thank God she slammed the brakes hard at the last minute because she almost kissed the gas pump.
So (this is getting long, isn't it?), a guy who worked there saw us coming and came over to help get the van pushed in enough to pump gas. Reverse push, forward push. Finally.
My lungs were burning and I thought my head would explode.
And that, my friends, is what happened. Well, give or take a couple of fine details.
Lucky for me (again!) that the teenager had some money in her account to buy gas. (Also quite lucky is the fact that I have a level-headed kid who normally doesn't panic and follows instructions very well.) Now me feeling like a loser is a whole 'nother story.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
It's supposed to be pictures of me through the years, but I don't have any from when I was a kid on the computer so I'm starting with one from not too long after I moved to Georgia... circa 1995/96.
The next one is from about nine years ago. It's my headshot that was used when I worked as an assistant editor at a local business magazine.
Here comes the bride... yup, that's my wedding day...
It's September 14, 2002. Of course, we looked happy then, huh? That's what I call "The Little Wright Family" and I never thought that would change.
We went from the little family to a big family within three years...
Then, to my surprise, I was pregnant again...
This is me with Amareah's birthday crown at Chuck E. Cheese for her 3rd birthday. Notice the pregnancy glow and dark circles.
That's the absolute last time you'll see me pregnant! The biggest I've ever been with Miss Anna. That's last summer.
That was about a month or two ago...
There ya have it... some of then and a little of now!
Like most moms, I try to save money whenever I can. So, when there's a chance to get money back or get something for free then I'm all over it.
That's why when Amber got contact lenses and the eye doctor gave me a form for up to $100 back I made sure I held onto it and kept my receipt. Well, the first time I looked at the form I noticed it said I needed a receipt from the eye exam and a receipt from the contact lenses I purchased.
So, I held onto those.
The next time I looked at it I realized I needed the box ends from the actual contact lenses. I had bought two boxes so I went to get the box ends. I looked at it again and it said FOUR box ends!
Now, I need to wait until I get two more box ends and hold onto the other receipt.
Why in the world do they make it so difficult to save money? I know it's because they don't want you to get the money, but come on. Who thought up this stuff? I'm sure it's a mother, father, someone's aunt or uncle... you know, someone who is trying to or has before wanted to or needed to save money.
So... can they just give me a freakin' break?
I. Will. Get. My. Rebate.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
This weekend has been so busy. Still trying to get the client's work done. Do things with the kids. (Yes, it's my weekend.) And rest and relax a little since I'm having a little difficulty with the fibromyalgia.
That could be due in part to the fact that I ran out of gas and had to push (yes, you read that right) my mini van with five people in it. Two teenagers and three small ones. My teenager was driving and I had to help her turn while I pushed. But that's a long story that I'll share later.
I have to run out and get some necessary feminine items (ahem!) from the store (and a couple of other things) and get back to see if I can get some work done. I'm gonna go to CVS and I'm expecting to get some great savings there.
Oh, and on the good-news front, my BFF from MD surprised me with a new digital camera so I have PICTURES to share! It was such a wonderful surprise and it's been fun capturing the kids being themselves. I took them to a free family block party (it was sooo hot!) in a neighboring town and they had a blast. Well, Amareah's stomach hurt from the heat and Amber got a migraine, but Andre and Anna had fun. :-}
So expect up-to-date posts on Wednesday... with pics. I hope everyone had a good weekend. Please forgive me for being missing at your blogs, I know I'll have a lot of reading to catch up on, but I can't wait to spend a little time with you this week. Toodles.