Don't get comfortable with life

Yesterday, our babysitter's (Shell) mother, fell and broke her femur. She is 81 years old. Of course, Craig has a new employer so he says he can't take off work. Basically heres how it goes...Mimmie's surgery is tomorrow. Then Shell says she will make a decision I guess in regards to if and when she will keep kids again. I'm off today and tomorrow because Craig works. If Shell is out for the long haul, I guess I'm going to have to find child care for Cade. But Cade is a very routine, likes his schedule and the people he is comfortable with kind of kid. I don't think he will do well at a big daycare. But I don't think I can afford to quit my job and stay home either. Also, Shell has to take care of her husband that had back surgery 2 weeks ago. I'm super frustrated for a lot of reasons. I think I can handle whatever is thrown at me, but I'm kinda tired of these curve balls. My kids come 1st, but I have to pay my bills. Do I just suck it up and hope Cade can adjust to a daycare? Do i quit working and hope we make it? Am I selfish to just want my life to be more simple and run a bit more smoothly? I'm worried about Mimmie as she is not in the best health. I'm worried about Shell because I know she has a lot on her plate. I'm worried about me because I'm not sure how much more I can take either. Misfit toys. Stay tuned.

Dusting...from a 10 yr olds POV

Oldest son: Mom, I dusted the living room.

Myself: Ok. What did you use?

Oldest son:  All purpose cleaner

Myself:  No, we use Endust or furniture polish especially on wood!!!

Oldest son:  (with attitude) Mom!  I said I used ALL purpose cleaner!

Good point son.  You win.

Things I learned in a 2 day mini trip with my boys

1) Cade would rather stay home.
2) Super salty hot tub water burns the crap out of freshly shaved legs.
3) I like eating out. Why don't my boys agree?
4) Callan and Cade both like Go Karts.
5) Go Karts may be the only damn thing in the world they agree on.
6) Cade doesn't like elevators.
7) I don't know much about bikes.
8) Toys R Us with kids is a bad idea. Duh.
9) The ginormous box the Playhouse is in will not stay in the bed of the pickup at highway speed.
10) My sister in law is always there for me when I need her!

When Daddy keeps the boys

We don't have a babysitter for the next few days and it's spring break. Craig stayed home with the boys today. I have them the next couple of days. Anyway, I got home from work and was immediately greeted by Cade....

The Story of Jack Jack

Remember The Incredibles movie?  If so, then do you remember baby Jack?  My 2 year old, Cade = Jack Jack.  If you don't know, you can find out more...Baby Jack Jack.  Callan was such a laid back, easy going kid, even through the toddler years.  He fooled me because I thought all of my kids would be that easy.  Then came Cade.  He blasted into this world 6 minutes after we got to the hospital and hasn't slowed down since.  He's smart and he has stayed one step ahead of me since his birth.  I wanted to share this early on in the blogging so it will make sense as I tell my stories and even refer to Cade as Jack Jack.

Last night for example

I get off work at 5pm.  By the way, I work for a Home Health company, which is not my true love in nursing.  I like critical care, but those hours were not good for family life so I made the switch.  I made the sacrifice.  I'll whine about that occasionally, but I am glad to be around to take care of my kids more...except when they are acting like little assholes.  So anyway, I go pick up Cade at the babysitter.  I go pick up Callan from art.  We go home and 1st check on our dog that ran away last week.  His name is Max and Max has been in a fight or two so we are trying to give him some extra TLC.  I'm not a dog lover, but I don't hate them either.  This is Callan's dog.  Max looks rough.  I decide to give him a bath just to clean him up good.  WTF was I thinking...my house smelled terrible, like a wet dog of course.  Then, I start supper...a Mexican casserole thing.  No recipe, just some stuff thrown in a casserole dish and into the oven.  I get a phone call from the boss at the assisted living facility saying something was wrong with my mom.  I call my sis in law, Laurie to come over.  I head out to check on mom, but she was doing better.  I stay for a while just to make sure.  Then, I get home about 8:30.  Craig is home.  I grab a couple of bites of supper and then swap clothes from washer to dryer.  I clean up the kitchen...kinda.  Then start getting the boys ready for bed.  Craig has worked the last 8 days and he's tired.  No shit.  I get it.  But I'm kinda tired too.  Boys bathed, clothes folded, bedtime for the little guy and yay, finally, I get to sit down too.  A day in the life...and that's nothing really. 

Where to start

My 1st blog post.  I decided to blog because my daily life is anything but ordinary.  I am 37 years old.  I am an only child.  My parents adopted me when I was 10 days old.  Dad is a slowly dementing, part crazy, but extremely intelligent retired business man.  He was the firm strict type.  My mom is my best friend, but suffered from a severe stroke in 2012 leaving her unable to talk or write.  She lives in an assisted living facility now.  I'm married to Craig...he works out of town.  We have 2 boys.  Callan is 10 years old and Cade is 2 years old.  Big attitude and little attitude in other words.  So this is the story of my dysfunctional daily life.  That's why I decided to blog.  Every day is interesting, whether good or bad, crazy or boring.  I should have started this a long time ago, but for some reason, I thought it took a lot of time to start a blog.  It didn't.  But hindsight....