Headaches from hell..

I've got it, I'm a masochist.  I have to be.  I keep thinking when I shouldn't, and I keep treading where I shouldn't.

This morning, my daughter set off the alarm going into the garage to see if there were any more Capri sun juices left.  I didn't go off on her.  I actually let it go.  It was one thing in a string of things that started my morning off not so happily.

At six am, my kids feet hit the floor.  This is becoming a common sound in my home because I'm trying to get them to realize that they are 12, 10, and 9 and there is no reason that I have to get up and get their clothes and make sure they are up and out the door.  (I recognize that this is strike uno against me for my friends who are the total mother package however you define it)  My mom didn't do it for me and I don't see that I'm a bad person because my mom started teaching me independence at an early age.  What's going to happen when I have teenagers in high school?  Am I still going to be getting up at the crack of dawn getting their clothes and juices ready for them?  I don't think so.

Anyway, where was I?  Oh they got up at six am to take showers.  This means that one was in the shower, two were sitting idle.  They could have been cleaning up the mess they left in my kitchen, living room, and dining room but no, apparently that's what they have maid 2.0 AKA Mommy for.  They sat down amid their mess to watch Disney.

So of course, it was a bit of an irk for me when I got up and saw the mess which had somehow gotten worse in only a few hours. (I swear clothes came out of nowhere)

Then Livy set off the alarm by going to get more juice after I told her that there was no more left.  There was no more left because my kids continuously act like I can't count and have no eyes so they can sneak juices when I'm not looking.  Why can't i teach my kids that every single thing they are doing, I tired and failed at when I was their age??  I tried to sneak juice.  I tried to sneak sweets.  The only thing it got me was a serious unfulfilled sweet tooth and a jug of water at the end of the month when they carefully measured supplies were gone before they were supposed to. 

NO, what actually set me off to the point where I actually said something loudly this morning, was Kayla bouncing into my room singing that it was food stamp day and could I get so and so and so and so and this and that.

For the last two days I have been on a serious diet of whatever I could scrounge because there was quite literally nothing to eat in my house.  I mean I always keep bread making supplies and peanut butter but dude, they finished off the last of the bread making toast in the morning like I was just going to get up and keep making bread.  That much bread isn't good for anyone.  Sad part was I was so hungry I did make a loaf of bread for me to have a sandwich but the nice Mr. Mousy that's been haunting my house for a few months now (despite my traps) decided that he liked that bread and he went to town.

I would have a few more things I could have eaten if he hadn't gotten there first.  It's whatever, it done.  It's over. 


So I just had a talk with my kids.  no yelling, no condemning.  Just explaining why the house is being run the way it's being run now.  Why the changes that were made were made.  I think they understand.  I hope they understand.  I'm not backing down.  For once, I am going to stick to a plan and work for it.

Parenthood is freaking tough man... but I enjoy it... even the headaches it give me.  That's why I figure I'm a masochist.

Oh and here's thought that everyone should be aware of... Never get a nose piercing during Allergy season.  You will drive yourself crazy trying to blow your nose so that the fucker doesn't make you want to scream obscenities...

Go ahead, call me a monster...

But I really don't give a good damn about the execution.  (there I said it, throw whatever you want, delete me, scorn me, I don't really care, this is my honest feeling on it.  I had a whole blog thought out on my feelings but it's really not worth it...)

I also don't give a crap about people not likeing the new Facebook.  If I were to make Facebook an ATM interface where everytime you like something your computer gives you twenty bucks, GUARANTEED, someone somewhere is going to have a million bad things to say about it. 

You can't make everyone happy all of the time.  It's a proven fact.

And just to be clear, at first, I didn't like the new facebook, but I, unlike a lot of my friends on facebook have realized that not once, NEVER EVER have the developers changed it back simply because I pushed my caps lock button and shouted that I don't like it.  Not once have they gone back and said "We'll change it back" when I boycotted facebook for a few days. (Like that would ever actually happen.  Can you imagine me boycotting facebook for more than the few hours I sleep??? Gah!!LOL)

I mean, really?  The people on my facebook make me want to cock my head to the side and just stare.  Did they even explore the new features or did they just log on, decide they don't like the new look and start screaming?  Is it that they have to sit and concentrate on learning something that's going to help enrich their social media or is it that they have to sit and concentrate and learn something that's getting to them?  And yes I know to the naked eye that looks like I said the same thing twice but if you read it with inflection, you'll get it.

At six fifty this morning, I hated the new layout... I mean hated it with a passion.  By eight am, I had figured a good bit of it out and realized, this might actually be for the better. 

I also figured out there's a new feature to make your facebook into any language you want.  I chose PIRATE.  I'm having fun.  It's freaking awesome.

I realize this is just my opinion but it shows that I was willing to sit down and learn something new.

So shouting because they made a change, shout because you don't get it, even after you tried.  At nine am, you didn't try.

Oh and to all those random people threatening to go over to Google+ now, can you look me in my internet eye and tell me that the developers of Facebook give a nanobyte in netspace if you defunct over to Google+, which BTW, NOBODY HAS FIGURED OUT YET!!!  Go!  Bye!!  Don't let the facebook door hit you where MySpace split you!!

Ooh!  That felt good.  I went off and no innocent person was in the line of fire like they would be if I was saying this actually on facebook.  I like having a blog.

Stay tuned for another scattered thought from a highly unorganized mind!