We were all set to enjoy our Superbowl Sunday and invited friends over for dinner and games. Unfortunately, both families ended up with sick kids. So, my Sunday afternoon pretty much consisted of me holding John and wiping his nose every few minutes. The poor little guy was just miserable with a fever and runny nose and coughing. We emptied out one bottle of motrin and finished off a bottle of cold medicine to boot. Today he’s doing a little bit better, but it will be a sit around holding John day, I’m sure. (Like this morning I was trying to read scriptures while holding John. He was holding my greasy ponytail, and watching Caillou. It was quite a sight.)
Author: Superpaige (Page 165 of 180)
It’s 7 o’clock on a Saturday
The regular guy shuffles in
There’s a young man who crawls up next to me
Who pulls my hair and kicks me in the shin
He says, Mom, can you make me some breakfast
I’m not really sure what to say,
But it’s toast and peanut butter and a glass of milk
and you make it for me every day.
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus:
Make me some toast, you’re the toast mom
Make me some toast right now
Well, I’m in the mood for some breakfast
If you don’t, I’ll act like a cow.
It’s not quite Billy Joel, but what do you expect for 7:00 on a Saturday morning?
I won a trivia contest on Good things Utah yesterday. I entered on their website, they called me before the show to tell me they had picked my name (luckily I answered the phone–they called right when I was getting out the shower), then I had to answer a question about the previous day’s show. I won a $50 gift certificate to Dominos Pizza. Not the greatest prize ever, but not too shabby, either. But it’s funny how many people hear you when you’re on the phone during a local tv show. I’ve heard from several people who heard me win. They all say the same thing–“You win everything. You are the luckiest person I know.” Well, I feel the need to explain a bit–I work really hard at my winning. I try to for at least one contest almost every single weekday, usually more than one. I’m only the right caller sometimes because I’ve been the wrong caller 20 other times that week. So, really, it’s not just luck, it’s persistance. And someday, that persistance will pay off, and I will win something big. A trip for 4 to Disneyland, a new car, a trip to Hawaii–I don’t know what it will be, but mark my words, someday it will happen. And when it does, you can bet I’ll brag–I mean Blog–about it.
I like to find a really good deal, whether it’s that really cute sweater that’s 80% off at Kohls, a great pair of jeans for $8 at VF Factory Outlet, or at the grocery store.
This week I went to Smith’s to do some shopping. Smith’s is not one of my favorite stores. In fact, I haven’t been there in about a year, and really just don’t like the store. I went this week, though, because they are having a kick-butt deal on certain”superbowl snacks”. If you buy 4 Pepsi (not Dr. Pepper–I made that mistake) 12 packs (for $10) and four Lay’s products for $5, you get a $5 instant rebate, making your total for those 8 items 10 bucks. Then, in their add, there’s a rebate form for a $10 rebate if you send in all the proof of purchases for the Lays and Pepsi items. So, in a sense, the items are free.
Of course those rebate people know that only about 1% of the people who intend to send in the rebates actually will, because they make them such a pain. You have to cut all the UPC’s off the bags of chips, and the UPC’s off the pepsi 12 packs, and send them along with the receipt, and write in blood why you think you deserve a rebate… Sorry. Got a little carried away there. But you get the idea. But I WILL fill out the entire rebate form. Yesterday I emptied two of the bags of chips and fritos and packaged them in individual lunch sized bags so I could safely remove the UPC code, and tonight I’ll do that with the other two. Why? Because it’s part of the bargain hunt, and I, my friends, am a bargain hunter!
What’s the deal with socks? I know we have enough socks around here, in fact I usually buy one or two packages (6-12) of socks each year for each person. So, if we do the math, that would mean that each person has at least 12 socks that are in working condition. Times 7 people, that would be 84 pairs of socks, or 168 socks–minumum. So, why is it that at least once a day I hear someone say “I can’t find any socks”? Does their slacker mother never do any laundry? I wish. I even swoop around the house “tidying up”, as they call it in the Velvateen Rabbit, and collect all the socks left in the mudroom, family room, living room, kitchen, or wherever the heck they leave them.
Can someone please explain it to me?
Yesterday I was in kind of a funk. Call it winter blahs, maybe I caught John’s grumpiness or something, but I just didn’t feel like doing ANYTHING. So, I pretty much didn’t do too much, and that was fine. I did manage to go shopping to get a birthday present for Jenna, host playgroup here, make her macaroni and cheese and hamburgers as requested for her birthday dinner, and go see Cole’s science fair project at the science fair (Bread Mold!), and take the kids to the Dinasaur Museum for FHE, but really, I didn’t do much else.
Today, however, I’m feeling a little bit more productive. So far, I’ve managed to walk on the treadmill (my paltry 20 minutes, but still I did it), bathe the kids, call the dentist about the bill that keeps getting rejected by insurance, call and order a trestle bench for my “new” kitchen table, change the sheets on my bed (come to find out I had them on sideways–no wonder they kept coming up on the corners), do some laundry (not all the laundry, of course, but it’s a good start), clean the family room and bring in a rug from the other room, clean the play doh bits from the floor, play with the new horses Jenna got for her birthday, make lunch and watch Grey’s Annatomy(recorded from Sunday–it made me cry). All before 1:00.
And the sun is shining and I just heard a millie vanilli (spelling?) song on the radio that totally reminds me of a trip to St. George right after graduation, and it makes me smile.
Here’s hoping the rest of the day will also be semi-productive.
After I get John to take a nap. That could take the rest of my day. We’ll see.
Today is Jenna’s birthday!
She’s a joy to have around and we really have a lot of fun together. She is a beautiful girl and so sweet!
She’s had a lot of fun the past few days, to celebrate her birthday. I’m afraid today might be a bit of a let down since the festivities were over the weekend.
On Thursday she got to go out to dinner and shopping with her grandparents and cousin Camille. She was so excited all day, she could barely stand it. They went to McDonald’s, and then shopping at ToysRUs, and she picked out some great pony stuff. When she got home, John was the one who was so thrilled by her purchases, and couldn’t wait to play with her my little pony (and thankfully she shared with him).
On Friday the kids had the day off so she got to play with friends.
Saturday we hosted a party for 8 of her friends. Add that to the 5 kids here, and it was a bit overwhelming. Next year I don’t let her invite boys. They are just too wild! (Of course, she invited 6 of them, so I should have expected that). I had boys who didn’t want to play the games, who didn’t want cake or ice cream and who wanted to go home before the party was over. What? But she had a fun party, and that’s what is important. She got lots of wonderful presents and enjoyed herself immensely.
Yesterday we invited a new family in our neighborhood over for lunch, and then she spent the rest of the day coloring with her new crayola wonder markers and paper.
Today is her actual birthday and I only have one present to give her, since we gave them to her at her party. We usually go out to dinner for birthdays but Ryan and I have done so poorly on our respective plans for weight loss that we don’t want to go to an eating establishment. Maybe we’ll go to a movie instead.
Happy Birthday, my Jenna dear. We love you!
So, I’m in my office reading my e-mail, and I hear wailing from upstairs.
Oh, No! John’s fallen off the bunkbed again or something like that, I think.
I trot upstairs prepared to see blood, or at least break up some fighting, and I follow the noise (which doesn’t sound so much like crying anymore) to my bedroom, where I see John and Jenna on my bed singing.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Singing!” they say.
Obviously.
And they’re cute, too.
I don’t know how it is in your house, but for me, as soon as I put the game away way up high in the closet, I find one or two pieces for that game. Do they just hide out under clutter waiting for me to put the game away and then JUMP out to be found? I don’t get it! Maybe I should just leave it sitting out where the kids left it for a little bit longer, until I’m sure I have all the pieces.
Or not.
The painting went well, and I can’t believe how good the bathroom looks (if I do say so myself). I’ve got a few touch ups to do, then clean everything, then decide what goes back into the bathroom so it looks nice. Currently everything that was in the bathroom on the counter or hanging up is now in my bedroom–talk about a mess.
John is happily playing with the little train set. He’s talking to the train and the animals that he brought in to play with the trains. Very cute. I guess I haven’t totally ruined his life.
It’s leftover night tonight, as I don’t have room in my lovely new fridge (went shopping today) for anything else until we eat up all the leftovers. We’ve got: Chicken fried rice from last night, Meatloaf and potatos from Monday night, and baked potatos from Sunday. I’m making a jello right now, but since there isn’t any room in said fridge, it’s cooling on the step in my garage. Don’t laugh, it’s colder than cold out there, I’m sure it will set just fine. I’ve also got a butternut squash that I’d like to cook up, but I think I’ll wait until tomorrow so there will be room in the fridge.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and find all the train pieces. I think I just heard some go crashing accross the kitchen floor.
“You’re ruining my life!”
Said by John as I was making him have a nap.
Keep in mind the boy is 2! I had to just ignore him and remember that he’s heard this from his 7 year old sister.
Mothers get no respect.
In other news, I’m painting again. I guess I didn’t learn my lesson the first time. It’s the master bath, a nice brown. But this time Ryan took all the plugs and light fixtures and the towel rack down, and did all the taping, so it’s actually going rather well, and I’m enjoying it. I should be able to finish up today, as we got the ladder down and I should be able to reach the tall parts of the wall.
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