Gaga For Lulu

Proud Mommy Moment, my eldest, The Boss is kicking some mean arse in the pool this season. Uh huh! She is doing great on her team and loving every moment of it. And she is now in the top 15 in the entire county, about 1000 swimmers overall, for her age group for both 25 Free and 25 Back. Her Breaststroke is coming along, she got DQ’ed last meet for a flutter kick after her entry, and she would have finished 6th overall, but you can’t win em’ all. Oh well, they are young and learn from their mistakes.

And then there is her Butterfly, how cute they are swimming down the pool with their little butts going up and down while they try to perfect their “Fly”. She won’t be swimming that one this season, just the other 3. And she insists she wants to do the Medley, but that will have to wait till next season as well.

And you know what? Swimming is a big commitment, and quite $$$. Practice every stinking morning of their lives and 2 meets a week. It is a hell of a lot for youngin’s, ya know? But she loves it and has said she wanted to be a swimmer since she was 2 years old. And then there is her sissies… They won’t be far behind.

So yeah, a proud parent moment indeed tonight! If only the 100 degree weather with 100% humidity wasn’t around. Ugh, all the parents were dripping with sweat, sweat rings around our pits, sticky and smelly, but smiling away! What a great group of kids and parents. So supportive of ALL the kids, it is a great lesson for the kids. A sense of team and belonging as well as involvement from the parents.

By the way, I have never seen The Big Guy look so proud as when he watches her down the lane, he is so damn cute! He loves his girls sooooo much!

I’m headed towards a “blogging breakdown”. My head has been hitting the pillow with thoughts of “I need to get on my Gaga site and write, I have something to share and why isn’t there more time in the day”. I know that you can all relate!

Y’all are in the same boat I am sure. Your lives have hit a little bump called summer break. So on top of all your duties and everyday life, you have to cart kids around, entertain their friends, supply 100 lbs of snack foods a day, listen to bitching and moaning, and break up fights of siblings that are use to their time apart. Ahhh….. summer!

Beautiful, right? No, I do love summer, the pool, the sun, swim team, my kids and their friends laughing in the backyard and I can’t forget grilling. But, oy am I dragging ass. My kids get up sooooo early everyday and go, go, go much like their mommy. I guess I can only blame myself. Why couldn’t they get The Big Guy’s sloth like personality, hahaha?

So, yeah. My blog has been hurting. I guess because I have a requirement and contract to keep up on my professional ones and 800 emails a day that go along with the whole editor thing, this is where I will drop the ball every once in a while. But I don’t wanna!!!!!

Keep me straight my fellow mommy blogging friends. Yell at me or something. Kick my ass into high writing gear, please? I miss y’all so…. And let’s start a petition to make 30 hours in every day, hahahhaha :p.

So, I’m gonna give you 5 reasons that I feel like putting my head through the wall. And I mean all the way through! Some days really suck…

1. The Babe’s 2nd set of tubes have fallen out and her right eardrum ruptured yesterday, which means I was up from 1 till 5:45 AM and she is a real f’in’ treat today. By the way, this was the 4th night in a row of less than 3 hours of sleep! And she can’t hear shit so she has been screaming all GD day.

2. The Big Guy is on day number 3 of a 4 day stretch of Golf tournaments , which means he is non-existent around the house and when he does get home at night he is, “sooo tired he just wants to go to sleep. Don’t I know how tired it can make you?” Yeah, you dumbass, tell me how tired you are from golf! Wait… and then if I have it correct father’s day is on Sunday. Shit, he has used that right on up already!

3. I have to have yet another operation. Nothing major. Just my 8th left knee surgery, but come on. I was a dumb shit and fell down the steps 2 weeks ago and tore whatever cartilage I have left in that very old arthritic knee, not to mention my MCL (medial collateral ligament). Yee-ha! But the Dr. and I have a deal, no crutches and do what you can with a scope and no more.

4. It is 2 in the afternoon and M3 has been in time out about… 15 times already and there has been 2 blowouts between her and The Boss in the last hour. They are restling over crayons right now in the kitchen. Sad part? I am typing this while listening to them. No mommy of the year yet again!

And Finally

5. I am so hormonal today that I want to cry at everything. The Boss’ last day was today, half day, and I felt like crying because she is done her first year of school. M3 has made me want to cry about 10 times today because she isn’t listening and told me that she would rather have someone else for her mommy, “someone who is fun and nice, like Mom Mom Mary”, that would be my mother in law. Talk about hitting below the belt! And The Babe and I have been up since like Monday, and she still doesn’t feel well. I feel so bad for my little boo boo. She has such a rough time since she was born! Icing on the cake would be that we have to be at a swim meet in the morning by 7AM, which means 5:00 wake up call and very tired children. And where will The Big Guy be you ask? Fu%&*ng golfing!!!!!!

I’m still alive!  I will back in full tomorrow.  It has been SO DAMN busy around these parts.  I miss your everyday happenings and hope to catch up on all tomorrow.  I have a lot to share too.  So, see ya on the flip side.

Ok, so my words were harsh last night, well a bit. I love The Big Guy, but is so damn hard when dealing with family, kids, work, everyday stresses AND his depression. Sometimes, he is where my patience stops, which isn’t always totally fair, you know?

I wish there was a magic pill that would allow all of our bad memories and past happenings disappear. But I guess as they say, everyone has skeletons in their closet, right?

I was proud of how I have been handling everything, especially the hubs, lately. The old me, years ago, would have flown off the handle, screamed and cried and said tings I would have regretted. None of us are perfect! But now with some years under my belt, 3 kids, confidence, and a sense of this being MY family, I know to let some things go, which is why you see me on here writing, and let things evolve over a bit of time.

There was a lot of TALKING done at our house last night, very late. I think I finally ate something around 11:00 or so, and we did get so much accomplished. The Big Guy knows were I am coming from, I know where he is coming from, and we both know that what we share together isn’t go anywhere. There may be a lot of shit that we have to weather, but it will damn well be together!

I do get pretty angered and pissed off at him when he CHOOSES not to take his depression medicine and he allows himself to fall down so deep that it is painful to get back up, but that is his choice, and I do the best I can dealing with it. Hence my ranting! I absolutely dispise watching the man I adore and love suffer from depression. Chemical, physical, situational, nature or nurture, whatever it may be it is very REAL and positively SUCKS!

I am headed for a breakdown. I can feel it coming. The tears are building up in my eyes, my anger is boiling over and I just want to hide beneath the covers.

The babe has had a fever all stinkn’ day and the only 2 hours she was good was when I had The Boss at swim practice and Mom Mom was sitting with her and M3. M3 has been under my skin all flippin day! She just topped it off by lying right to my very tired face! That really pisses me off.

The Babe is still screaming from an hour ago. OMG, my head is gonna pop. The Boss has just calmed down from a 2 hour melt down following swim over her goggles. And the cherry on top would be The Big Guy. Yeah, that ass!!!!

Apparently he is allowed to be a shit whenever he wants to. Yup, he can just have a bad week, not day, but week. you know because he is only in a golf tournament Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday! Um-huh. And if he wants to sit on the porch for a shitin’ hour than he can. Whatever! All the while, I am getting the kids settled and to bed. Fighting back my feelings and tiredness.

And by the way, maybe him not taking his G.D. medication on a regular basis has a little something to do with it. In my eyes it is irrisponsable and stupid! I have anxiety and deal with very mild depression, so I take the medication that allows me to live life to the fullest and be a better person.

The Big Guy who fights fairly moderate depression, and has for 10 years or so, NEVER takes his depression medication unless I hand it to him personally. Well guess what? I already have 3 kids to worry about, can’t have a 6′6″ 4th. Sorry!!

And if you know what you need to be a better hubby and daddy and have the resources to do it, why the hell don’t you? I know I am a bitchy ass mess right now, but I am so sick of dealing with this. I love him dearly and we have seen each other through some VERY tough times, but I just don’t have the energy to put into this tonight.

God forbid I would say the word medication to him right now, he would blow on that one.

And now I just realized that it is 9 PM and I haven’t eatin’ dinner and I am hungry as shit but I am so snotty from crying that I can’t eat. Well damn!

You know when your significant other just annoys the living bigeezies out of you?  Uh huh.  That was me yesterday.  The Big Guy was in rare form, I mean really ripe.  I had a 5K yesterday AM, which  guess pissed him off or something.  Because when I came home, OMG, was he an ass!

Screaming and yelling and carrying on.  The kids couldn’t even speak without an outburst from him.  Well, let’s just say the day went downhill from there.  He did get himself together mid afternoon after floating in the pool for a bit.  And thank the sweet lord, because I was gonna put a hurtin’ on him!  Haha.

But you all know what I mean right?  Sometimes you just don’t want to hear their mouths, with all the other commotion going on in the house.  And give me a break, did he really look at me and say these words…

“You don’t understand.  Do you know what they are like?” 

No dipshit, I have no freakin’ idea!!!!!!!  Please!

It is suppose to be triple digits here today! That’s right, 100 degrees. Is it August already? Muggy ass Maryland. It is usually in the upper 80’s-mid 90’s through July. Then it gets up there in August, but boy is it hot and humid. My sunglasses are steamin’ up!

Thank the sweet lord for the pool! And doesn’t it figure, this comes right on the heals of that whole energy increase. Oh hell, what great timing. I would like to say though that our thermastat is set at 80 degrees and with the ceilng fans, it is quite comfy in here. This afternoon will be I different story I am sure, but that is when we will utilize the water hole in our backyard.

And a little side note, I am going to interviewed by a local radio station about the whole BGE, energy bull crap and professionally blogging. It was suppose to be last night, then this AM, and now it is Monday AM. At least I can clean this weekend, or shove all my junk in the closets! Haha, :p.

So yeah, watch out! My nasally, Baltimore accented, cold having, mucous queen of a voice will be on the airwaves. Beware all and don’t say I didn’t warn you. Ok, now I must go face the heat. Joy!!!!

I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but today while at Target with 2 of my girls and my 2 nephews I received several compliments…

“Do you see them? Look at how well behaved they are!”

“You must be quite the mommy, they are all so well behaved.”

“They are so beautiful, they all look just like you.”- That one made me giggle

“You handle those kids so well. You have such a nice, calm demeanor with them.”

That’s right. I was feeling pretty damn good about my mad mommying skillz. I was basking in the glory until I went to get myself a soda at the eatery area before we left the store….

All hell broke lose. I look over and M3 is playing with the fountain drink dispenser. The Babe is screaming, I mean screaming at the top of her lungs, “my poppppcooorrrnnnn”. And my 2 nephews were pushing each other, kicking each other to the point of tears, and screaming about candy. The moment was lost.

I am not that super duper mommy extraordinaire that I was thinking I was. Now people were shaking their heads. Oh, how fast my bubble was popped. Well shit!!!

Why are some women just plain out shitty? Do they have to look at me like I am a gruesome, nasty ass ogre or something? Seriously, one day I am going to walk right on up to them and say, “Do I have a booger or something I don’t know about. Is my nipple hanging out? Or do you always look like you are smelling shit?”

What do you think they would do?

Honestly, at swim practice, which is every night by the way so I am familiar looking to these caddy ass mom’s, there are a couple of women that look you up and down with this look of utter disgust on their faces. Of course, I am obnoxious and smile back even bigger and make sure I say hi, but I would like to round up a bunch of us ogre moms and kick some mean ass! Want to join me?