PMS and Mediocrity

I woke up this morning from a bad dream and was sad. So that started the day on a gloomy foot. I know I'm PMSing a bit, and we got home late so I was late taking my meds.

I've been browsing the sewing guild site and getting a little more and more down. All these women sew like pros. I've always thought I sew nicely, but I just feel so mediocre. I was telling my friend that I feel like I'm good at many things, but not "great" at anything. Probably some more PMSing, but it's something that I struggle with. I hate not being accomplished. I just always thought as a kid that I would be really good at something. I really think my therapist is right that I have slight ADD, and I feel that this really has a lot to do with not being able to "land" on something that I can work on long enough to hone my skills.

It seems that the only time I can really consentrate long enough is when I am up against a deadline. That's why I've been really pushing to get my VBS stuff done a bit early. I just hate to be stressed by last minute stuff.

Anyway. Now that I've vented and rambled, I did get *something* done today. Actually, 2 somethings. 1 - I cleaned out the fridge. Something stinks in there, and I was searching. 2 - I downloaded 3 months of pictures from the digital camera. Now to get back on the desktop and work on getting them sized and cropped so that I can use them here. There are some really cute pics.

Hope I didn't bum anyone out too much. And I don't want everyone to say, "AWWWW!" I just wanted to put how I am feeling into words.

We're all CRAZY

Last night we were sitting at the table waiting for Baby to finish eating. (She's slow.) I pushed her sleeves up, and in her little baby talk, she started rambling.

She was referring to her sleeves - "On my arms." (Here she started flapping her arms.) "No, like a wings. Gonna fly up up in the air like a birdie. Like a owl. 'Hoooo Hoooo Hoooooooka, Chooooka, Chooooka!'"

I told her she's a nut, and she said, "No, a beast." (Can you tell we watched Maggie? I also called her a beast when she was bashing and crashing around in her toys.) Then she changed her mind. "No, I Assin." (How she says her name.)

Then Little Boy proceded to name the insects in his magnifier set. "Muka, Hooger, Dacker, Bob Billy (I don't know how this fits in), Nabber, Seeger, Sagger, and Hake."

I told him there were 12 bugs but only 8 names. So he started counting, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 16." I corrected him. "8, 9, 11, 12." (I think DH's going to need to teach math!)

Daddy walked in and started counting in German. Little Boy looked at him and said, "Speak Engilish! Talk NORMAL."

I think someone left the gas on here.

Fevers and snow

Well, today started out a bit rough. Little Boy woke up with a fever. Poor little guy. His little face looks gray. He laid around all morning on the couch and only ate a a couple bites of cheerios for breakfast and a small container of applesauce for lunch.

We're getting snow. It's a pretty, steady snowfall. It just looks so clean and fresh outside and we've gotten about 3 1/2 inches this morning. Little Boy only asked once if he could go out. I am sure that he isn't well.

Gotta go try to convince him to get back into bed.

We need a Swivel Sweeper

I am sitting here watching Fox & Friends and usually I pause it and fast forward through the commercials. However, I just caught up to "real time" and caught Little Boy watching an infomercial very intently. I laughed at him and he told me very seriously that we need a swivel sweeper. I laughed and he proceeded to tell me all the great features of the swivel sweeper and asked if he could have one for next Christmas. How sad is that? That he thinks cleaning is that fun? Yikes. He didn't get that gene from Mommy, that's for sure.

DH was home yesterday which was really nice. I postponed my Saturday shopping and went yesterday. I found a cute dress pattern for Baby that is supposed to be "easy".

I have a couple dresses I've culled from my closet with fabric I still like, but the pattern is dated. I thought I'd cut them down and make something new for Baby. Well the pattern was too full for the fabric, but I pulled a cute navy/white med. polkadot fabric and used bright pink ribbon for trim. Well, I whipped most of it up yesterday, but it was not what I would have called EASY. I want to use the serger on the seam joining the LINED bodice to the SUPPOSED TO BE LINED skirt and I still have to sew in the hidden side zipper and I am dreading it. For some crazy reason, the side seams didn't line up and that always irks me.

I'll have to post a pic when it's done. I think other than the sewing issues that I may be the only person to notice, it's a very cute dress. And I will not use the pattern again.

It's Friday, Again!

I am so glad it's Friday. Even though I don't have to get up and run out the door for work, Saturday's are sweet. DH gets up with the kids and still feels like he's sleeping in. And I get to really sleep in. I think my best sleep is between 6 and 9 am.

I woke up this morning with drainage and a scratchy throat. Of course. I'm supposed to sing Sunday. So I chugged a cup of benadryl and am hoping for the best.

Gotta get Baby out of bed. She's such a sleepy head. Wonder where she gets THAT?

Happy Valentine's Day

I sure miss chocolate.

Yesterday was long. I began to clean my room and closet. I have a long way to go still, but I started! I didn't get my card to DH written in and DH hasn't had a chance to get to the store - bad weather Tuesday, worked a double shift yesterday - so I told him we'd exchange cards when he got home. That would give him a chance to stop at the store and give me a chance to get the kids to write in his cards.



Well, he doesn't listen so well. He printed me a sweet card and left post-its everywhere with sweet love notes. Like the ones on the cereal box and the milk jug. Very sweet - and I am looking forward to getting flowers today.

Happy V Day!

The Danger Zone

I have taken a huge leap. I am cleaning out my closet. I have actually culled my hanging clothes down to about 12 items at this point. I am still wading through the piles. I have pulled out some of the nice things I want to keep but need to be dry cleaned. Including my wedding dress. Eeek.

I need to get some dust covers for all my hanging clothes - everything is caked with DUST. I have a small pile of things for ebay and rummage sales, a pile of stuff for goodwill and a box of GARBAGE!

I am hoping to get the majority of it done today. It would be nice to see the floor along the walls again.

Happy Valentine's Day, DH!

Attack of the Captusses

Little Boy has made me laugh this morning. We are sitting on the love seat. I am surfing the net; he is being quite silly. He put his feet on my legs and said, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Your legs are like 'captusses'.


I laughed out loud. "Do you mean 'cactuses'? He told me that was what he said. And he was going to get some tape and tape down the captusses.

I guess I should shave?

I'm tired of crying

Ok. Last night Little Boy came home and we had an "incident". When we asked him where he had picked up his behavior, he told us about a boy at church. Well, we've about had it. It seems like every couple weeks, he comes home telling us about getting picked on by the other kids. Last night I had tears just flowing (they are starting again) as I fell asleep. So we had the pastor over tonight to talk to him.

I guess we'll see what happens. I'm just tired of crying. As I tucked Little Boy in tonight I told him my and Daddy's job is to help him grow up loving Jesus, loving church and to protect him and that that is what we are doing. He gave me a big kiss and told me I was such a good mommy. Cry cry cry.

And I am sure I'll cry more tomorrow. I really miss my Dad.

Redeemed

Tonight I guess I made "good" food. We had Cornish hens and both kids ate very healthy portions. Baby ate her salad, Little Boy ate his green beans and we had left over cheese puff potatoes. And Little Boy *won*.

It rained hard here today. "It poured down the rain." That's how people here describe it.

Tomorrow's another day.

Pickles cleanse the palette

I think I'm a fairly good cook, and there are meals that I make that are complete homeruns. Usually that's the time Little Boy or Baby choose to declare that they don't like it. Not so tonight. I had bought some expensive chicken sweet Italian sausage because I had a good coupon and I thought it would be nice for a change. So today I got onto foodnetwork.com looking for an easy pasta dish to use it in. This was not it!


Pasta with pumpkin and sausage - thanks for nothing, Rachel Ray. Why wouldn't I realize that pumpkin and garlic don't really belong in the same bowl, much less the same meal? And then I added the spice that pushed it over the edge. 1/2 tsp. nutmeg. Can you just imagine? The smell about made me barf. But I put it on the table and asked DH to turn on the oven, b/c if the kids had the same reaction I was having, we were going to be eating pizza. DH and I never said a word, put a helping on each of the kids plates and prayed.

They ate it. Baby ate 4 servings. Granted neither of them liked the sausage. I ate 3 small servings. DH ate 2. Little Boy ate 1 1/2.

We talked about the fact that it was a Rachel Ray recipe. DH said a co-worker thought he would like to eat her cooking. I told DH he could take the leftovers to him, except I don't want anyone to think that is a representation of my cooking.

As we finished, Little Boy announced that he had *won* since in his mind he finished first (he didn't). We informed him that Baby had really *won*, Mommy came in second, Daddy came in third, and Little Boy came in fourth, which meant he was last. His reply was hilarious.

"Well, next time, if Mommy makes GOOD food, I'LL win!"

I pretended to cry. Daddy asked him if he realized that he was saying that Mommy didn't fix good food. He could only tilt his head to the side and say, "Well...."

We all followed up our dinner with a nice, crisp, crunchy dill pickle to cleanse our palettes.

So, now what to do with the huge bowl of leftovers. DH said we could give it to MIL & FIL, or feed a neighborhood dog. I didn't think that would be a good idea. What if the dog died? I said we could send it down to our former pastor.

That's the only person I dislike enough to warrant sharing.

Ice-bound

Freezing rain started here about 4 am and it rained well into the afternoon. DH got up at 5 and spread salt on the driveway. He said he could tell the tires were slipping, but he made it up the driveway fine. And he felt the anti-lock brakes kick in at the stops. It took him 9 minutes to get from the driveway to Main Street (usually about a 3 minute drive). Later this afternoon it finally started snowing. By the time DH came home, the road was somewhat clear.

Today the kids were pretty good. Baby slept late. Of course, it was probably b/c at 2 am when she woke up coughing and crying I got up and gave her medicine. This morning when I got up, I realized I had used the wrong syringe and actually gave her a double dose. I'll be sure that doesn't happen again!

It's supposed to be warmer tomorrow which means we'll be dealing with lots of slush. Yea.