Mommy is going on vacation. Mommy is not taking Daddy, and no Mommy is not taking any of you. Mommy needs a break from all of you! Yes there will be a constant barrage of phone calls and little kicks in my belly to remind me that you are all still here, but Mommy is going to try really hard and drink a few Virgin Delicious thingies and forget about responsibility while she flaunts what little she still has left (that in reality no one wants to see) for a weekend of bliss.
Insert the name of the unwritten rule or law that dictates that all that can go wrong will go wrong. The unwritten rule or thingy that dictates that every possible scenario to block Mommy from having a moment of bliss will happen in the next 24 hours.
I was called at work because there was an emergency and I was so excited to leave that I didn't see past the sarcasm in my husband voice when he said "I think she might need stitches." In fact everything else was blocked out as I frantically tried to find my car keys and sprint for the door.
It turned out that Brenna at some point LAST NIGHT had managed to find a wad of gum to become entangled in her hair. And since Brenna didn't wake up the first 4 times this morning, she didn't brush her hair so she didn't notice it was in her hair until she went to fuss with it on the bus. Le sigh...you would have thought that the world had come to a screeching halt when she got home apparently because nothing could or would be done until Mommy got home to take it out...and get those scissors away from her~ So 45 mins and 1/2 bottle of Olive Oil and all is right with the world.
We missed Gunnar's appointment with the behavior therapist because of this. Gunnar was happy though...he didn't really want to go...he never wants to go. I have to send the co pay for the booked appointment and a cancellation fee. There goes part of my party fund. =(
Since I have been sick all week, I decided to fit in a quick visit to the grocery store. What's wrong Odin? Oh you are barfing all over yourself in the back of the car. Fantastic...but I want food. Great you feel better...well let's take you to Nanma's house and then Mommy will take everyone else to the store...mmmK? Alright. Here we are...why are you making that faaaa......ce? Dammit. So home we went and Ramen Noodles were had by all.
So I went upstairs to finish packing...and my suitcase that I had packed the night before...no where to be found...why because Gunnar got into it and exploded the shampoo everywhere. Try to hold it together, Mommy, try to keep it together. So now I don't have time to get more shampoo so I scrounged up all the shampoo samples I could find in the house and stuck them in a ziplock bag...and I am washing all the clothes...and fantastic...didn't remember to rinse first so there is soap all over my floor.
So as I am sitting here typing all this out...I am waiting for Jaxom's fiasco to hit...it will probably be a real humdinger too. Hopefully it can wait til I get back...please wait til I get back...I am already dreaming of the sunshine and the ocean breeze...LALALALALALALALALALALALALALA invisible rule...I can't hear you!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
So. It's been a long while
Well, I apologize, I know that it has been a while, well to be more exact a F-ing long time. I am sorry, I have just had a little more than normal going on...and it was just enough to keep me away.
I am breaking the Intertron Silence today. I need to get it all out, and there is no better place than here.
It started as an awesome day off. The first day off from work in weeks, weeks, yes, weeks I said. I had plans, too. Plans to sleep in, take Gunnar to get enrolled in school, go to the grocery store, do some of the bagged up lice laundry, and then get some sleep...some blissful, much needed sleep...oh, and unfortunately, none of this included blogging (sorry).
Did not get to sleep in. Had to wake the munchkins up for school, I always do, but the plan was for the hubby to get them ready...but he had the right idea of not waking up. I did try really hard to go back upstairs and go to sleep...but the sun had already warmed my bones...and I had the chance to see the downstairs and the dishes, and the laundry...so up it was.
I did get to take Gunnar to school, however, due to some, well, we'll call it insane rule. Gunnar can only be enrolled in school between the hours of 10 and 1 and only on Wednesdays. So if you are a parent that works...you're kid can't get enrolled to go to school in the fall? Stupid rule. Needless to say, me being me, the principal having been my 1st grade teacher, and someone who has become well aware of the stink that can be made...Gunnar got enrolled to attend Kindergarten in the Fall. He will go to be evaluated for main stream or special ed in August right before school starts.
We did get to go to the grocery store. We only had one major meltdown, in which the threat of putting everything back on the shelves and go home was able to thwart. Why the meltdown? We made him wear socks (his feet smell like vinegar, I wanted to try...sue me). We managed to rack up a total of $379.98 in groceries that after gift cards, coupons, and Red Card discount came to...$128.74. Hold your applause.
I got none of the blessed lice laundry done as of yet, but the night is young.
Got the kids off of the bus and the groceries put away...opened Brenna's backpack to find a note stating that children would not be allowed to attend the field trip to the zoo tomorrow without walking shoes or sneakers. Brenna tried hers on...for the first time since March...and of course, they didn't fit. So we needed to go to Target to get a new pair.
I suppose the next part is kind of my fault.
We got to Target, Brenna tried on 1 pair of shoes...really the only pair that would fit her size 3 foot and were still cute and girly. Gunnar wanted shoes. I said no...so he took his off and threw them down the aisle. I tried to snatch him up, but he ran...and he can run. I did my best to keep up and still have the other 2 remain in sight as well as him. I finally caught him and he started to rip things down off of the shelves and kicking and punching me. I finally had to push him to the ground and sit on him. We managed to calm him down, so I put him in the basket...mostly so he couldn't sprint off running again, and we headed to the check out lanes.
Well when we got there, the shoe box was empty because Brenna only grabbed the box and didn't pick the shoes up off of the ground...so we had to go back to the scene of the crime. It reignited the you are not getting shoes. He started screaming, one woman pointed and shook her head. Honestly, I am aware of how things look, but I was using all my patience up with him. I had yet to yell, I was still holding him tight like in a bear hug like I have been taught to do by his doctors, I was closing my eyes, counting to 10, I was not giving in, I tried to make things as safe for him and others as I could in a Target. But that woman, well I used all my patience up on and with Gunnar, so doing my best not to let him run again, I pointed at her and said "He's autistic, what the hell is your excuse for behaving like a child?!" Honestly, not my finest moment.
I broke down into tears. I was thankful that Brenna was there to help keep Odin calm and safe in the cart...or I don't know what would have happened.
On the flip side of the coin, 1 woman did come over, offer a tissue and ask if there was anything that she could do, I told her that she just did. I picked myself up, got Gunnar back into the cart that he had flipped jumping out of it, and did my best to hold my head high as we went to buy my daughter a pair of shoes to go to the zoo in.
I am breaking the Intertron Silence today. I need to get it all out, and there is no better place than here.
It started as an awesome day off. The first day off from work in weeks, weeks, yes, weeks I said. I had plans, too. Plans to sleep in, take Gunnar to get enrolled in school, go to the grocery store, do some of the bagged up lice laundry, and then get some sleep...some blissful, much needed sleep...oh, and unfortunately, none of this included blogging (sorry).
Did not get to sleep in. Had to wake the munchkins up for school, I always do, but the plan was for the hubby to get them ready...but he had the right idea of not waking up. I did try really hard to go back upstairs and go to sleep...but the sun had already warmed my bones...and I had the chance to see the downstairs and the dishes, and the laundry...so up it was.
I did get to take Gunnar to school, however, due to some, well, we'll call it insane rule. Gunnar can only be enrolled in school between the hours of 10 and 1 and only on Wednesdays. So if you are a parent that works...you're kid can't get enrolled to go to school in the fall? Stupid rule. Needless to say, me being me, the principal having been my 1st grade teacher, and someone who has become well aware of the stink that can be made...Gunnar got enrolled to attend Kindergarten in the Fall. He will go to be evaluated for main stream or special ed in August right before school starts.
We did get to go to the grocery store. We only had one major meltdown, in which the threat of putting everything back on the shelves and go home was able to thwart. Why the meltdown? We made him wear socks (his feet smell like vinegar, I wanted to try...sue me). We managed to rack up a total of $379.98 in groceries that after gift cards, coupons, and Red Card discount came to...$128.74. Hold your applause.
I got none of the blessed lice laundry done as of yet, but the night is young.
Got the kids off of the bus and the groceries put away...opened Brenna's backpack to find a note stating that children would not be allowed to attend the field trip to the zoo tomorrow without walking shoes or sneakers. Brenna tried hers on...for the first time since March...and of course, they didn't fit. So we needed to go to Target to get a new pair.
I suppose the next part is kind of my fault.
We got to Target, Brenna tried on 1 pair of shoes...really the only pair that would fit her size 3 foot and were still cute and girly. Gunnar wanted shoes. I said no...so he took his off and threw them down the aisle. I tried to snatch him up, but he ran...and he can run. I did my best to keep up and still have the other 2 remain in sight as well as him. I finally caught him and he started to rip things down off of the shelves and kicking and punching me. I finally had to push him to the ground and sit on him. We managed to calm him down, so I put him in the basket...mostly so he couldn't sprint off running again, and we headed to the check out lanes.
Well when we got there, the shoe box was empty because Brenna only grabbed the box and didn't pick the shoes up off of the ground...so we had to go back to the scene of the crime. It reignited the you are not getting shoes. He started screaming, one woman pointed and shook her head. Honestly, I am aware of how things look, but I was using all my patience up with him. I had yet to yell, I was still holding him tight like in a bear hug like I have been taught to do by his doctors, I was closing my eyes, counting to 10, I was not giving in, I tried to make things as safe for him and others as I could in a Target. But that woman, well I used all my patience up on and with Gunnar, so doing my best not to let him run again, I pointed at her and said "He's autistic, what the hell is your excuse for behaving like a child?!" Honestly, not my finest moment.
I broke down into tears. I was thankful that Brenna was there to help keep Odin calm and safe in the cart...or I don't know what would have happened.
On the flip side of the coin, 1 woman did come over, offer a tissue and ask if there was anything that she could do, I told her that she just did. I picked myself up, got Gunnar back into the cart that he had flipped jumping out of it, and did my best to hold my head high as we went to buy my daughter a pair of shoes to go to the zoo in.
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