Could it be Spring Fever?

I am having a very emotional, pissed off kinda week here. Not sure what's causing it, but wow something's got to give. 


I feel sort of caged in. It's very hard to explain...while I'm free to go do whatever I want, I am not free. Did that even make sense? Maybe on top of being an emotional ticking time bomb I'm also unable to communicate. I have become the Disney cartoon "Taz". Yippie.


On a brighter note. I have been feeling a lot better since the reduction in my Dilantin dose and I just got the call from my Neurologist. My Dilantin levels are within normal range again...high but within normal range! My MRI scan came back clean. The ole noggin is back! Yippie! Now what to do with it now. Hmm.


I suppose I could focus on the good news I just got and get my butt outta "Taz" Mode. I spend too much time forgetting to enjoy the good things. I get too busy just doing the day to day stuff. 


Yesterday was beautiful out. A bit windy, but just one of those perfect spring days. I was out doing some raking, and hanging some laundry and my heart was content. I know what's wrong with me? Yard work + laundry = content heart? Whoa baby! Better take this up with my "new" best friend Friday. 


So maybe I have spring fever or something, and maybe that's what's giving me this feeling of being caged in. I am not out there drinking in the beautiful scenery that God has given us. I'm too pre-occupied with trying to set up some order in my chaotic life. Maybe right now is just the time to...BE. Because the good Lord know's I will never be organized with what I have to work with here.

Nerves Like Wet Spaghetti Noodles

Jokester is really getting on my nerves today. He is the type of kid who needs constant interaction with other people, or needs constant stimulation from video games or movies. I think silence makes him very uncomfortable. 

All is fine if someone is playing with him, or he is playing a video game. If say Superman decides he wants to do something by himself, Jokester has a fit. He will mope around and in general become a huge pain in the ass to me. I could literally play with him for twelve hours and he still wouldn't be happy. 

Superman on the other hand, likes to do his own thing. If he needs someone to play with him, he will politely ask you to play with him. If you happen to be busy at the moment he will usually wait patiently until your done doing whatever it is.

Not Jokester. He will hound you every three minutes. "Mom, can I play games on the computer?" "Not right now Jokerster." Three minutes later, "mom how about now?" "Jokester, I will tell you when it's time, now go play with something else." Three minutes later, "mom"..."Jokester if you ask me one more time you will not be playing on the computer, do you hear me?" "Yeah." One minute later, "now?" "Ok Jokester, no computer today. I'm done with this stuff." I have to push him away, or he will just sit there and do those deep sighs until he gets his way. I'm not playing that game either.  

It doesn't matter if you just played three games of pool, or swords, or the new game he invented. He want's you to play with him non-stop. Unfortunately I can not do this. I have meals to make, laundry to do, dog hair to vacuum, and other various things that need to be done in order to make the house run. 


So we are painfully and very slowly working on getting his imagination working so that he doesn't need the constant stimulation. He really does have an awesome imagination if only he would use it. In the mean time I will continue to be the "mean" mom. 


Random thought: A hidden tube of chap stick when placed in the dryer will and has melted all over the laundry. Fuck.

What to Wear When the Truck Breaks...Again

I went to get dressed today, and was looking for my sweat pants, cuz it's that kind of day. They are nowhere to be found. I looked in all my drawers, hit DH's dresser, the boys dressers...nowhere. I looked in the dirty baskets just in case I wore them and didn't remember, not there. The only place I didn't look was in Princess's room. Why would I look there? Well occasionally when she does her laundry and sees I only have a few dirty clothes she offers to wash mine too. (I know! What teenager does this right?)  I suppose I should go look in there, but I don't want too. She has this habit of washing my clothes with her's but never gets them out of her room. I was looking for a specific pair of pants for Superman one day and could not find them. Three months later I happened to be in her room, and there they were. I guess I should just be happy she's helping me.

So until I find my sweat pants, I am forced to wear a pair of pants that are um... a tad too small. You see I don't have many pants that actually fit me. All my money goes to getting what the family needs, and in the off chance there's some left over for me, I don't usually spend it on myself anyhow. I'm unselfish that way. I really should spend some money on some pants because the ones I have on now are going to cut off my circulation and cut me in half. Either that or do a load of laundry. Nope, not gonna be doing that today. Actually what I should do is, make a pattern of the jammy pants that I loved so much I wore them out, and make a new pair. I wore those things everywhere. They were actually mens lounging pants that passed as sweat pants...sort of. Close enough.

 Yeah this isn't my thing.

No I don't go around like some of those women who go out looking like they just rolled out of bed, with their actual pj's and slippers on. It's the lounge pants or slippers, never both at the same time. Come on I do take alittle pride in myself, though not much. Who has time to fix their hair and be in command of three kids, three dogs, and a DH? Well I guess there are some of those types out there, but not me. I like to be comfortable, and I'm done with my days of being with the latest trends. Got more important fish to fry. Like finding out where my sweat pants disappeared to.

Princess's friend gave us some dog supplies the other day since they got rid of all their dogs. One of the things she gave us was one of those food and water bowl stands for large dogs so they don't have to bend down to eat and drink. Cool! Only thing is it's HUGE, and my kitchen is small. 

I put a coffee can next to it so you can see how big this thing is.

There isn't a place for it, yet. In order to get this thing it's own home will result in clearing off the only little counter space I have and putting DH's coffee maker on it, and moving the shelf unit that it currently sits on. I have to clean out my pantry to make room for the shelf thingy in there, and then there will be a spot for it. I debated on whether to use the thing, but BG seems to like it. This is going to be a couple hours long project. I really don't feel like doing this, but I'm tired of tripping over it. 

On another note, I really hate vehicles. After spending well over a thousand dollars on my stupid truck, I now have a new problem. There is something wrong with the valve stem on one of my back tires. Which I found out when I went to put air in it last night. Now I had tried to put air in it the other week, and had trouble but I thought it was due to the air hose I used because I had trouble with all the tires. Guess not. So now my tire is at like 25 pounds and I have no way to get air in the stupid thing. I don't want to spend a lot of money on it since I will be getting new tires here shortly. I just wanted to put it off a bit longer than what it seems to turning out to be. Damn truck. Guess I'll have to go out and put the spare on. Don't wanna...it's cold out! Any volunteers? Please? I'm begging now.

Attack of the Laundry Monster!

     

     Lately it seems as if there is a little monster in my house that creates extra laundry. I'm not sure where this little monster came from, but I'm not liking him one bit!  He can just go back to where he came from.

Now we have five people here in the house plus three dogs. There is myself the Queen, my DH, the sixteen year old Princess (she really doesn't act the part, but since I'm the Queen she gets the title anyhow), the six year old Jokester,  and the four year old Superman. Then we have Henry the Beagle who's two, Baby Girl (B.G.) the three legged Rotti/Dobbi  mix who we found wandering, she's eight, and last but not least,  Smokey the Cocker Spaniel who is also eight. He is B.G.s life long friend who we didn't find wandering, but ended up finding anyhow.  Very crazy story there for another time.
 

    Anyhow back to the laundry monster. Usually there is three loads of laundry each week. Princess washes her own so I'm only doing laundry for four. However lately I have been doing five loads of laundry every four or five days, so this means I must have a laundry monster lurking some place in the house. I hate laundry, and now it's taking over my life. I guess I don't mind the washing part or the folding part, but for some reason I have issues with the delivery part. I hate putting the laundry away, therefore everyone's clothes are usually to be found in a basket somewhere.
 

     To help me with all this extra laundry the monster is creating for me I have started making my own laundry soap. It's kinda a pain in the tush, but we are by no means well off, and anyway I can save a buck or two is a good thing. The soap works fairly well, doesn't leave a perfume smell, and usually I don't have to use dryer sheets for the static cling. Although now that it's winter I have found I need to use them since it's so dry out. The one draw back is that it doesn't remove tough stains, and after about a month I will have to use regular detergent to remove the greying from the whites. This could be because I made a very concentrated soap. If I added more water to the soap I'm sure this would go away. It costs me about $4.00 to make this and it will last me around three months. Though at the rate the laundry monster is creating the piles I'm sure it wont last as long.

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