I dislike him so much

Well Jackass is up to it again. If you have read my previous entries, you know that Jackass is the loving name given to Mr. Man's coworker. You know, the one that pretends he isn't married. I call his 'girlfriend' Skankho.

Well they all work in a commission based job. There is an hourly wage but it's not much. Mr. Man and Jackass have always been the top earners. Basically since they started there three years ago. Needless to say, this month, Skankho is ahead of Mr. Man. How you ask? Hmmm....
It's interesting because she has always been at the bottom (so to speak). There is a scorecard so you pretty much know where everyone ranks that month.

Jackass has been helping Skankho. When he rings things up, he puts in her number so she gets credit for it. Then yesterday, he skipped customers so that she would get the one that needed the most help (instead of Mr. Man getting them). I mean Mr. Man could complain because skipping customers is a bad bad thing but you know what a smooth talker Jackass is so it would never work. Basically, he is taking money away from his family because of the commission he is sending her way.

I dislike him so much I can't stand it. He also told Mr. Man that his wife went out of town with their children and then made some comment about how she could be gone for a week or two or that maybe she wouldn't come back. Of course, Mr. Man never follows up with any questions so who knows how things really are in fairytale land.

Their company picnic is next week. I am kind of relieved that their family won't be there. I don't even want to go but Twinkie has so much fun. It's mostly family and child based so I doubt Skankho would even be there.

On a side note, I finally have my Wii Fit and I love it. My mii is fat though and keeps looking at herself with a look that says "What the hell happened here?" I won't even tell you my fit age but it's not good. Mr. Man's was worse. He is very offended that his mii is pretty chubby. It was actually kind of funny how he had to point out several times that it didn't even look like him. Uh-huh.

Dentists suck.

I have always hated going to the dentist. Nothing good comes from it. Believe me, I do not come from good teeth genes. I had to have two teeth pulled yesterday. Personally, I think if your wisdom teeth aren't bothering anyone you should just leave them alone. Mine, however, couldn't be nice so now they are gone. Yep, I am loopy from the pain.

Even finding a babysitter for my kiddos is an ordeal. That's mostly why I never get things done from myself....you know, haircuts, doctor....I had my 13 year old sister come over to watch them. What I didn't know is that my mom wasn't going to be home (next door). So she couldn't handle them (I think they were interrupting her iPod time) and took them to my sister in laws house (two houses down). We actually live in the country so it's hard to describe our houses. We are in walking distance of each other though. I have only left Tater a few times so I know it wouldn't be easy. I would've asked my sister in law to begin with but she always makes me feel....I can't think of a word but I hate asking her. And I NEVER ask my mom. It would have to be a very bad emergency for me to ask her. However, I watch their children. How sad am I?

I want to move. We debate it on a monthly basis. I think Twinkie would miss living near everyone. She loves it here. How could you not love having built in playmates? But too much family is not a good thing.

On a sidenote, I was supposed to get my Wii Fit yesterday and it didn't come. I have all of Twinkie's toys piled in the livingroom so I guess even if I had it I couldn't hook it up.

Can I just go back to bed?

It just gets better.

Before we took our car in to be fixed, Mr. Man and I cleaned it out as best as we could. I don't know if anyone is as messy and me and my children. I hadn't cleaned it for a few weeks so there was quite the mixture of things. I had toys, crayons, tossed sippy cups, snacks. Well you get the whole messy picture.

I don't know what happened but nothing that was in the car made it to the house. The conclusion is that Mr. Man threw the sack away. Why you ask? I have no freaking clue. Who knows what really was even in it. I know Twinkie had a pair of shoes....Tater had a jacket. And like I said, some random kid things. This is the kicker though. I had my iPod in there. Yep, you saw that right. I had put my iPod in the bag to be brought into the house. My fucking iPod touch is now in the landfill somewhere. If anyone knows me, they know I am addicted to the thing. I listen to it all the time. I LOVE IT. Now it's gone. I don't mean to be dramatic but I used money I got for Christmas for it and I just can't spend $400 on an iPod right now. I am so sad.

Mr. Man has a history of throwing things away so I shouldn't be surprised. He threw away concert tickets once. He threw away a check one time. I could probably go on and on. I don't even want to think about what else might have been in that sack. I am pretty sure there was a savings bond that came in the mail that I just stuck between the seats.

When it rains, it pours.

Twinkie and I are just having a constant battle of wills. Yesterday we were at my sister in law's house and she was playing with her 'best friend' N. Well he pushed her. Granted he shouldn't have done that, but she called him stupid. I told her to say that she was sorry and for them to get along. This is how it went:

Me: Twinkie, tell N that you are sorry for calling him stupid.
Her: No.
Me: Tell him you are sorry.
Her: No.
Me: If you don't tell him you are sorry, we have to go home.
Her: No.
Me: Okay Twinkie, let's go.
Her: No

Well you get the idea. We just live next door so it's not like we had to go far. Man, she just wouldn't say she was sorry. So then we get home and we were talking about it. She said that she wouldn't call him stupid again but that he pushed her. She still refused to apologize. I was okay with that. But then today, she called him stupid again. I can tell that talk worked.

I have a horrible toothache. I finally went to the dentist and I have to have two wisdom teeth pulled next week. Yuck. You know how hard it is to try and schedule dentist appointments when you have two little ones with nobody to watch them? The dentist is lecturing me about taking so long to come in and I just kept thinking "Yeah, are you going to babysit for me?"

We had to take our car in to be fixed. I think the whole engine might need overhauled. If we didn't owe so much on it, I would just run it off a cliff. Well since it doesn't run, I would have to push it....but it would feel so good. I cringe when I think about how much money it's going to cost.

My dad went in for a colonoscopy today. I learned that when he's medicated, he's pretty much an ass. But anyway....they found several polyps and I guess the more there are and bigger they are, chances go up that their cancerous. I need to stop reading things on the Internet. I pray that everything is okay.

Then today, the wind was blowing like crazy. You know I mentioned earlier that we bought Twinkie a swingset. Well the wind blew it over. It was a nice wood one too. Mr. Man acts like it's my fault because I should have known that would happen. He wanted a different one but they didn't have any in stock. I actually wanted a more expensive one but he didn't want to spend the money since both kiddos are so young. Why can't we just blame the wind? So it's hard to tell if we can even fix it. I felt bad for Twinkie because she started crying and wanted 'Kuncle' to come over and fix it. She isn't even three yet but she knows that my brother is the one that fixes things for us. That's funny.

Tough days.

The last few days have been kind of rough. Twinkie has been...what is the correct word? AN ABSOLUTE BRAT. It kind of all started on Friday. First thing in the morning, I let our dogs out (you know, since they were both standing at the door). She threw a fit that I didn't let her do it. I didn't even think about it when I did it. She ended up in her room crying for awhile and screaming for her daddy....you know, the nice parent.

The day went downhill from there. She was pretty much like that all day. This weekend has not been any better. Yesterday, she was playing outside with my nephew "N". Well N had to go home and she threw a tantrum because I made her go in the house. You know, gulping and crying. She could barely calm herself down. Today, I had to go in the gas station to pay for gas and she wanted to go in with me. I wouldn't give her the sucker she wanted right away and so she just fell to the ground when we were walking back to the car. My hands were full so I ended up carrying her by one arm and she just stayed limp.

I seriously do not even know what to do with her. I hate to call it a stage but I seriously hope that's what it is. She just has so many feelings. And believe me, I am hurting them all the time. I want my nice two year old back. Is that even possible? I am drained by her lately.

My dog and my innocent looking daughter.

Stupid library.

If you have read my previous posts, I had a problem with some guy watching porn on the computer in our library during the children's reading time. The library director said that they would make it a priority to put privacy screens on their monitors. It hasn't happened yet. My sister in a law are now going to a different library. It's the library in the next town over. They actually have better books.

Our old library was always kind of strange. Earlier this year, I donated a few hundred books and only a couple made it to the shelves. The rest went to the for sale bin. That kind of pissed me off because I buy bestseller/new books and read them within a day or two so they are always in great condition. It's like they weren't good enough. One book I bought like the week before (it had just come out) and read it. They even put that in the for sale bin. Doesn't make sense.

Plus, the other day we were at the library (sister in law and I) and our two toddlers were in the children's part. They were loud but not being horrible. I went to tell them to talk a little more quiet and as we were talking to them explaining how they had to be quiet in the library, one of the workers came by to lecture them about using their library voices. Ummm...HELLO? Their moms are standing right there telling them to quiet down. I always find that extremely rude. Of course, I always wish I would say something like 'I have it under control' or 'back off bitch.'

That reminds of what happened all Walmart yesterday. I hate Walmart. Maybe tomorrow I can tell all my horrible Walmart stories. Unfortunately, it's pretty much all we have. Target is like an hour away so I save it for special occasions. Anyway, I am checking out at Walmart and I pushed my cart up to put groceries in. Tater is trying to grab the sacks on the turnstyle thing. The lady actually told her to watch her hands. Kind of in a rude voice too. I told her that she was only 9 months old and I didn't think that she understood that. When tater was a baby, she was crying and I was almost done. I was trying to sooth her without picking her up so that I could get checked out. Finally I was done loading groceries and picked her up. The lady behind me told me it was a good thing because she was about to come get her since I just let her cry. Ummm...yeah. Go for it. Then I can explain to the police why you are missing an arm.

Okay, that all sounds kind of jumbled. The moral of the story is, I don't need comments about or to my children. It's rude and you aren't their mother. If you judge, do it quietly....like me. haha.

I need to get to bed. Night, night.

My chunky monkey.

Tater is just so darn cute I had to share a couple of pics.

I hate mice!

Country living isn't all it's cracked up to be. When we moved into our house, it had been vacant for years. Well, except for you know....the creatures. Yuck. I am so used to living in the city where I don't think I ever saw a mouse, or thought we had one. Here, we get them pretty regularly. Enough that I leave a trap in a certain drawer pretty much all the time.

Well killer cat Sasha loves mice. She has caught several. As much as that is a good thing, I could do without her leaving body parts around for me to clean up. Did I mention that I hate mice? My 10 year old sister actually had to come over to pick up random parts. My mom had to come over and pick up a dead mouse when Sasha decided that she wasn't hungry.

Yesterday, I woke up early and I was in the kitchen. I heard that horrible squealing of a mouse being tortured. Sure enough, Sasha was flipping it in the air. Then the mouse disappeared. Seriously, why does she just play with them, scare them half to death, hurt them, and then oops, let them get away.. So now I know I am going to pick up something or move something and find it.

I HATE MICE!

Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day!

I am not a huge fan of what I percieve as 'made up holidays.' However, it doesn't stop me from taking some advantage of it. I was actually going to go to the movies by myself today. I was so excited. Unfortunately I fell asleep next to Tater and missed the movies. Oh well, at least I got a nap and didn't have to worry about Twinkie being unsupervised.

We just put in a swingset and a playhouse. Twinkie is in little girl heaven. She wants to play outside constantly. Tonight, she barely made it through her bath before her eyes started closing. I had to put 3 bandaides on her 'boo-boo's (blisters). We do have to go get another lock for our front door though. I have caught her trying to sneak out of the house. Plus she keeps letting our stupid cat out. Then she looks at me all innocent and says that Sasha wanted to go outside. I have told her over and over that Sasha has to stay in the house. She will also put her outside because Sasha hurt her. That is on an hourly basis. I would probably hurt her too if I was that cat.

Wow. Twinkie was a mess today. We went to the library. She didn't want to leave so I had to half drag her to the car. Only after she started running off in parking lot. Then she complained for the rest of the day that I hurt her arm. Then she said how much I hurt her feelings and made her sad. That actually made me laugh since it was kind of cute. We get home and she wanted her drink. I guess I wasn't fast enough because she started screaming. Off to her room for a good half hour screamfest. I guess I could excuse it and say that she was tired but I think she was just being a brat.

Then we left to pick up Mr. Man and she dumped her drink....on purpose....all over the floorboard. When will I learn? So she came home, ate dinner, and went to bed. My head is throbbing and I am already looking forward to tomorrow.

On the bright side, Tater learned how to 'roll em up, roll em up' on the patty cake song. I wish I could even describe her doing it. The cutest thing ever.

The Duggars

Yep, I know you know who I am talking about. I can't believe she is already pregnant again. Well, I guess I can. More so, I can't believe that I am actually writing about it. This is number 18. She has been pregnant for 11 years. Can you imagine? I wonder if she has pretty easy pregnancies because I only have two kids but both pregnancies were pretty miserable. Tater is the same age as her youngest. I would be sad to be pregnant right now since she is still just a baby.

I know it's really anyone's business how many children they have. However, they have opened themselves up to criticism (or praise) by being on T.V.

The main issue I have with this family is no matter what anyone's says, you cannot care for that many children each day. Some one is getting short changed. I hear people say how good she is delegating and managing her home. Well of course she is. The older children are responsible for the younger children. Her 9 month old will be passed off in 7 months to a 'buddy' and a new baby will take her place. Her children have to sign up to talk to her. I wonder if one of her teenage daughers wants to talk to her about some kind of girl thing, does she have to sign up and wait three days? I just don't know how that works.

For the positive, they seem happy.

What do I know? I have two kids and can barely handle that.

Moms Groups Suck

You know how hard it is to find a good group? I remember when Twinkie was a baby, I tried to join a baby group. It was okay but we basically all sat around in a circle and breastfed. Then the family activities were hiking and biking. The hell with that.

I next joined when she was crawling. Kind of the same thing. One time a mom told me that she stayed with this group rather than the older kid group because moms there would feed their kids skittles and she was still breastfeeding. I think her son was three or so. All I could think when she was telling me that is 'Where do I find that group?' I am totally a skittle feeding kind of mom.

I know go to MOPS. It's good but sometimes it's just irritating. Like today we had a mommy exchange where everything brought some things in to exchange. Well several times during the meeting, we were told we would go and look through the things at the end. By the time the end came, three women had pretty much cleaned everything out. Very rude. They came out with huge piles of stuff. I didn't really need anything but that is hardly the point. Plus I took in nice things (or so I thought) and all that was there were like clothes that had been through 10 kids.

Oh well. I will probably continue to go but how hard is it to find a mom like me? Even at the park, moms are feeding their kids all this healthy stuff and they are drinking organic juice. Twinkie is eating a peanut butter sandwich and drinking a CapriSun. Today at MOPS I gave Tater some chocolate cake. I am sure I could hear the gasps around me. On the upside, we learned how to host a party today. I sure that will come in handy. Really.

F-word

I guess I need to stop saying it. Twinkie has already said it twice on her own. Of course she will copy things we say but when they start saying them on their own then I guess it's an issue. I was cleaning out the tub and I put the bath seat up on the ledge. I was leaning over and it fell. I stopped myself from saying anything. Twinkie didn't. She said 'fuck' and just started playing again. She has also called our dog 'damn dog.'

Another thing she does is calls everything stupid. I never realized how often I say that. We were putting change into a jar the other day and she would pick up a quarter and say 'stupid quarter' and then a dime and say 'stupid dime.' It was funny. I have heard her call many things stupid. Her toy, her shirt, her bed....it's endless.

When I grow up....

I am trying to decide if I want to go back to school. I kind of have a plan but who knows. I have my Bachelor and Master's Degree in Social Work. When I graduated with my BSW I started working for Child Protective Services. I was there 6 years (up until Twinkie was born) and then we moved here. I worked last year at the High School here as a counselor and I loved it. So I decided to go to school to become a school counselor instead of the more specialized one I was. I took two internet classes and stopped when I became pregnant. I guess I realized at that point I would probably end up staying home again.

I can't go back to CPS. I mean I am a slacker mom but I just can't deal with loser parents anymore. I always saw myself working in a hospital as a social worker. However, when I did my internship (2 years) in the hospital we were in a large city. That is what I loved...the chaos, the emergency type aspect of it. Now we live in such a rural area it's not the same.

When I was working at the hospital, I thought I would like to be a nurse. To end a llloooonnnnggg story, I want to apply to the nursing program here. I have a couple classes I would have to take so I probably would only take one class a semester and apply for the program next year. It takes 18 months. By then Tater will be in preschool. So that is the plan. We'll see.

I can't believe that I am 31 years old and still don't know what I want to do with my life. Of course, I could see myself staying home with my children. I could also see me having a career I enjoy and only have to work part-time but still make okay money. We all know social workers make crap. Not that it's about the money....but that does help.

Okay, thanks for reading my huge life dilemma about what I want to be when I grow up (well other than a professional student).

Not so boring now.

Mr. Man volunteered (through my prodding) to give the girls a bath. How nice of him! I was in the livingroom and he's in the bathroom digging for something. He is talking to me asking where something is when he shouts and reaches into the tub and brings out my 9 month old who had tipped over in her chair and was underwater.

Poor baby is coughing and gagging. Then he yells at the Twinkie because I am sure she is to blame. Not the dad who should know he has to be right there....who I have told over and over that the bath chair can tip over. So by then I am in tears holding Tater and I just close the bathroom door on him.

I don't even know what to do at this point. I know things like this happen to everyone. Hell, I am by far a perfect parent. It just seems like everything is so....magnified. Does that make sense?

Boring Day.

Mr. Man was off work today. I can't tell you how excited I was about that (obvious sarcasm). It was okay I guess. We went and bought Twinkie a swingset. I can make a bet now how long it stays in boxes on our porch. I don't think my husband is the handiest and I just don't have anyone left to bribe to put it together. Poor Twinkie.

I ran to the store earlier. I literally was gone less than half and hour. I get home and Twinkie has something all over her. In her hair, on her face, all over her clothes. It had a nice and fruity smell to it. I wiped off as much as I could. I was hoping we could skip bath night but not now. So then I am in the bathroom and realize that it's handsoap. Seriously, I was gone for freaking 30 minutes. How is she able to do that? It's not like we have a big house...plus where Mr. Man was sitting, he is looking right into the bathroom.

I have an answer for you. MARIO KART. Damn Wii.