Dooooood!

I am super mom hear me roar!!!  NO really I am an awesome mom and for probably maybe the fifth time since having kids I actually believe that.  Really and honestly believe that.

Firstly I didn't get out of bed until like noon today.  I think the clock said 11:43 so I was still technically in the morning but kinda not.  I felt SOOOO good.  I rarely get that much unbroken sleep.  So I'm getting up and I do this thing where I walk around my house.  I don't know when I started doing it but I do it every day.  As soon as I hop out of bed, I walk around my house until I inevitably have to go to the bathroom.  So I did that this morning and thanks to the really big cup of juice I had last night I made it as far as the living room before my body said walk later, pee now.  Anyway, Livy called me and was like can you come over Omi's before work or we can come visit you.  I said I had just gotten out of bed and wasn't dressed yet so somehow that meant come home.  My mom calls me back and says the girls decided that they want to be at home with you before you go to work.  They don't get to spend a lot of time with me now that I've gone to work so it's cool, I get dressed and wait for like an hour because my mom took them back to her house to get their clothes and clean up since they spent Friday and Saturday night over there.  They get back and Livy says nothing about putting her bed together.  Nothing at all.  I let her sit for maybe 45 minutes before I decided, I knew what I was doing since they have the same exact bed and I already put one together, we won't have that wasted time of figuring out what the pictures mean so let's get to it.  I mean wow!  When she saw me coming with the knife to open the boxes, her face lit up like the fourth of July!

Got all the boxes open and started to put pierces where we needed them when the doorbell rings.  Jayden and Mia want Livy to come out but she's like no, we gotta put the bed together.  They want to help.  Then the next door neighbor came over, for the life of me I cannot spell this child's name right so I'm going to just put Bri.  So now I have 5 kids in my house all wanting to help.

I sent them downstairs to play rock band.

Also I remembered that I borrowed Joe's tools and that it had the attachment to go in my drill.  Thinking that would speed things up considerably I prepared to use that when I found the ratchet tool.  Why has no one told me of this wondrous tool before?!?!?  Turn click turn click turn and boom done!! I love it. I love tools.  I love Joe for having said tools.  Joe is my new hero.  So in no time at all I got the ends put together and I called the kids up to help me put the beam across the middle that would hold them together.  Click ratchet, click turn, done!  Put another bar on and realized I have 20 minutes to get dressed, grab lunch and get to work.  Kicked the extra kids out got dressed and boogied out.

Work was work.  Folded boxes.  Took deliveries.  Got out early because I was already in overtime and it was dead.  I reiterate my previous statement about it would be livelier in a cemetery waiting for the dead to wake up. Except I had Josh, Josh and joe together make it an interesting night.  They tend to forget that I'm a girl and certain conversations don't need to be had around me so I get a healthy dose of what's in boys minds.  Throw in Wendy who grew up with boys and lives with her fiance and two boys and it's a freaking laugh riot.  But when Joe said I could go I got cause I had to go to walmart before I continued home to finish the bed.

It took until ten minutes ago to finish the bed get the mattress up and on it and unrolled and the bed made.  12 midnight on the dot we were done.  Livy got up there and declared she wasn't coming down until morning.  I kissed her hand and turned off the light and I'm pretty sure both she and Kayla are out like lights right now.

But the best part was when I was helping them finish the ladder, Livy turns to Kayla and says "We have the best mom on the planet.  She's so cool."  It took all I had to not sit there and cry happy tears.  I mean they say it every now and then but it's usually because I let them stay up to watch a movie or something.  This time it was because  and I quote, "She did the beds before work and now after work when she's tired.  You are so awesome mommy!"

So Livy is now in her first full sized bed.  Up in the air.  She even loves the cheap as hell mattress from Ikea.  That or she was really tired.  Either way, I'll get her a mattress pad later.

Have I mentioned that I can stand under these beds and not have to duck?  I'm five foot six and three quarters but there is an inch of space between the top of my head and the bottom of the part where the mattress goes.

So now I'm sitting here with cookies and milk which I shouldn't be eating but I need them to relax with before bed.  I told the girls that they could get up at 7 which to Kayla means 630 because yeah, the late riser had to have an early bird kid.  It's karma biting me in the face for all the years my mom had to resort to banging on the wall and spraying me with cold water to wake me up I get the kid that is up with the sun and ready to play. Jovaughn's get up on no school day schedule is dictated by his stomach.  If his stomach says time to get up, he's up until he gets food and then he's down again.  Olivia... now that's my child 100%.  If there's no school or no reason to get up, the child stays in bed as long as she possibly can.  This has gone up to 12 hours.  I shit you not, that girl can marathon sleep with the best of them.

So yeah, I'm taking my super mom ass to bed and going to dream good dreams.

Night bloggers!! Stay frosty!!

Fuck up Mom

That's what I feel like right now.  A major league, royal class fuck up of a mother.

I have one child that thinks she's a diva who can do what she wants when she wants, in the time she wants, because she wants.

This afternoon Liv's friends came to the house to ask her to play.  She acted like I wasn't even there and said "Sure, I'll be right out."  In my day, with my mom, especially if she were standing right there, she would have knocked me down the street and told me to pick myself up and get in the house.  If I cried I would have gotten knocked out again because I knew I was wrong.  And Liv knew she was wrong.  Even her friend knew she was wrong.  Quite honestly, if it weren't for the fact that my kids need to be outside as much as possible and not on the Wii, Xbox, and tablets all the time I would have told her to go in the house.

And this isn't the first time.  I will tell her to go do something and even if I'm standing there, she will go and do something completely different.  When I remind her that she was supposed to be doing the thing I told her to do she widens her eyes and puts on that cutsey girl tone and says "Oh yeah! I forgot!" Picture every blonde ditz you've seen in the movies and that's what she looks and sounds like.  Pisses me off.  I take away all the fun stuff and you'd think that the stuff she's supposed to do would get done but no.  She find another way to slack off and give me the oh yeah I forgot crap.  And her mouth!  Sometimes the child forgets that I'm her mother and she will unleash the wrong tone on me.  You have no idea how many times I have abstained from backslapping the ever loving mess out of her.

And I know that there are some people out there who would tell me to slap the taste out of her mouth and be done with it but no.  I don't hit my kids.  I don't hit them because that means I'm madder than I should be and I have an anger problem.  I recognize that I do and if i get mad enough to actually raise my hand I don't have the turn off switch to say enough.  I run on adrenaline and usually until it's spent I can't stop.  So no, I won't hit my kids.

And then Kay. I have no idea where I went wrong.  Sometimes I don't think I did.  Sometimes  I get the feel like my child is a very high functioning Autistic child.  And there is nothing wrong with that.  Autistic children are people too and more than capable of one day taking care of themselves.  But how does one go about finding out if their child is autistic?  I have taken her to the doctor and pleaded with her to send Kay for testing and recognize that something is wrong and she sends the referral but then I get a letter saying that MedicAid won't pay for the tests.  So I can't get the tests.

But that's besides the point.  She's thirteen and she acts like a ten year old.  I love LOVE LOVE it when she draws me a picture but she draws in the manner of a five or six year old.

If I told you that my thirteen year old drew this, you might ask me how I made it look so knew after all these years.  Because obviously a child drew this.  If I corrected you and told you that my thirteen year old drew this less than a month ago, you would look at me like I had a special child.  I know you would.  Most people do.  Seriously they do.

She doesn't bathe properly.  And I have gotten in the shower to bathe with her and show how how to wash.  And those rare days which are becoming more and more that she sticks and when I say stinks, I mean that smell that the world as we know it associates with the few overweight people who can't get to every crevice on their body.  It's musty and funky all mixed together in one nauseating smell that stays in a room long after the person has left the room.  When I tell her that she stinks she says "Oh well!" or "I know" with a shrug and a face completely void of emotion.

Kids tease her at school.  Acne has hit her hard as it did with me at that age and she's little overweight as I was at her age.  She's awkward and I can't help but feel like if she wore her glasses more she wouldn't be so clumsy but then she complains that the kids call her four eyes.  If I tell her that kids have called people with glasses four eyes since the dawn of glasses she goes into conniption about how much it hurts.

And saddest of all, she has inherited my anger issues.  I've sat an watched how something innocent can make her actually mad enough to threaten someone's life.  My fear for her at school is that she's going to tell someone that she's going to kill them and she will be expelled. They have a zero tolerance policy at school now because of all the kids that went postal and if a kid so much as bites their sandwich into the shape of a gun they expel them.  Kay is just off the chain enough to threaten someone's life in the heat of an argument and there goes her school life.  

I don't know what to do anymore and tonight is one of those nights where I feel like maybe their father was right in suing me for custody.  Maybe I am a shit mom who is doing more damage than good.  

I don't know.  And that both pisses me off and scares the shit out of me...