Under that clear stilleto

     I am trying to find time every day to update my blog, so far that's not always happening. I am 2 days away from my move,and my house is completely upside down at this point. I have to unbury my laptop just to log on. It's a brand  new season of House, NCIS, all the CSI's, etc., and I'm so sucked in! Between packing, keeping up with my DVR, my Facebook and Craig's List addictions, I am finding it hard to put my thoughts into words here.

     I can say I am so relieved that I do OAMC sessions. (That stands for once a month cooking to all you newbies.) It is the way to go-for sure. I have at least 40 meals in my freezer at this point. Easy breazy to still have a homecooked meal even on the busiest of nights. Tonight we had some chicken, noodle, parmesan concoction. It was mm mm good. YUMMY! My chest freezer has been a great investment. It really pays for itself if you utilize it's space. A local store has whole chickens on sale this week for .69c a pound. I fought the urge to buy them by the dozen. I have serious problems passing up a good grocery store sale. I hate that! But I have to pack, not cook 25 dinners and try and fit them in my allready full freezers.

     During my packing, I have decided to finally free myself (and my closet) of all the clothes I have been holding onto in hopes of someday wearing again. I have been holding on to them for a variety of reasons, and refusing to part with them. But it's time I face reality. Even if I drop the 30 or so extra pounds on me, would I really ever wear a pink leather mini skirt with matching pink leather playboy jacket? Where would I wear that? PTA? Soccer practice? I think not. So out it goes, with so many others! So the pile of unwanted clothes has consumed my room, and I'm off to find my bed. I am hoping that next to those capri pants from the last time they were in, somewhere under that clear stilleto stripper heal I will find my pillow. Goodnight

My very own wiggle worm

 
    So tonight we went back to the Y, SPF and I took belly dancing. We  took belly dancing in Las Vegas and loved it. This class was more fitness orientated, but still fun. The teacher was nice, but not very personable. But man, she was rock hard, and had an obvious ballet background. I think it's going to take more than a few belly dancing sessions to get me there! But it still kicked that Zumba class in the ass!

      HM is in the middle of yet another "clean out". This is his third. He had a super long (8 month) bout of diarrhea, so the specialist labeled it chronic constipation. Yes you read that right, diarrhea = constipation.? Yeah, I know, weird! Anyway, they determined he needs stool softeners, and laxatives every few weeks. So we are on day 2, of a 3 day colon cleanse right now. It's been oh so fun! Just think, a 2yo on laxatives. Now couple that with a natural wiggle worm that won't sit still for a diaper change, on a good day. Ever since he could roll over, he has been corkscrewing during diaper changes. I think you get the picture. Thank god he is not one of those kids that rips his own diaper off! That was SPF's favorite thing for awhile.

     I'm off to bed, the world doesn't stop just because I'm unemployed!! I don't have a paying "job" but still, my work is never done. Why is that? (Yes that's rhetorical.) I promise myself, and any readers I may get, that I will start photo documenting what I am writing about to make things more interesting. More work, oh well, what's one more thing on my plate?
  

   

Maybe if I had claws....

     I have come to the conclusion that I am an abused woman. I am screamed at, kicked, and hit on a regular basis. He literally walks all over me, takes me for granted, and feels free to relieve himself on me. He thinks I am his ladder to the rest of the world, he just climbs right up me! Is there a 12 step or something for me?

     Hi, I'm Adrienne...and I am an abused parent. ("Hi Adrienne" you all say in unison) Seriously though, don't you all feel abused sometimes? And I mean physically abused. The taken for granted and all that I can totally deal with-that's just how kids are. We wouldn't expect them to be any other way, and our unconditional love allows that stuff to just roll off us like water off a duck. But getting beat up by HM is getting old!!

     I know his intentions are just his to get his way, and he is so in the moment as all 2 year olds are. He is not thinking of me as his victim, or purposely trying to hurt. He just wants what he wants, and he wants it NOW!!!  Now as a human my instinct is to hit back. No, not the type of hit that would hurt. You know, a little hand smack. Like what a cat does to her kittens when they get out of line. But in watching my particular 2yo, I see how "monkey see, monkey do" he is. I know, as a mom, that me smacking his hand is only reinforcing his instinct to hit. But on the other hand, it works in the animal kingdom. I mean, eventually those kittens learn, right?

     Well, I have tried both approaches, and he still hits. Is my son more hard headed than those kittens? Maybe if I had claws? A Freddy Krueger glove perhaps? I try to be that always patient, full of love hippie earth mom, BUT IT"S HARD!! I bet Freddie's 2yo didn't hit him more than once!

Zumba- NOT!!

     Ok, so today I drug the kids to the local Y so I could finally try out a Zumba class. I have been lusting over the infomercials, seen all the great results, but have never tried it before today. I love to dance, I actually do enjoy exercising, I have always wanted to learn moves like those sexy salsa girls-seemed like a perfect fit. NOT!

     The instructor was nice, the music was cool, but the class was so boring. Am I missing something? Was I doing it wrong? It all looked so enjoyable on TV. When I say this class was boring, I mean boring, like walking on a slow treadmill with no TV or magazine, or anything type of BORING. Usually in a cardio class the hour flies by,  I found myself watching the clock slowly tick, all the while doing the grapevine or some other silly move. Is this what I must do to fit back in my jeans this winter? O fine, whatever.

     I am not giving up, I will continue to pursue the elusive perfect Zumba class, I have faith that I will find one like on TV. I have faith that the umpteen Guess? jeans in my closet will not sit there unworn and lonely all winter. They will once again socialise with their old pal black leather boots. (high heel of course!) We will be triumphant! Just you see boring old Zumba class!

My little tornado

     Another fun day of packing. HM is at the sitters, and SPF at school. HM has to be at the sitters in order for me to pack. That little man likes to go behind me and pull things out of boxes as quickly as I can manage to put things in. I know he is just being a normal 2yo, but as a mom I really hate that excuse. The "he's just a normal 2yo" (in a sing song voice of course) excuse. I don't care if every 2yo on the planet screams like he does, I HATE it when mine does it!! Can I say that again? I HATE HATE HATE it!! Knowing mine is just like everybody else's does not make this stage any easier. I know you mom's feel me on this point, right?

     My son has got to be the sweetest boy on the planet, and oh so cute! No he really is, not just saying that because he's mine or anything. No really, the sweetest and the cutest!! LOL. But anyway, he is all boy. My daughter was one of those extremely easy kids. Easy going, happy, content, satisfied, no terrible twos, really she was so easy. She is rough and tough and has always played like a boy, so I thought having a boy would be about like her. YEAH RIGHT!! So another words, we are smack dab in the middle of some pretty terrible, terrible twos!!

     So HM is at the sitters and I am feeling like she is looking at me like I am some terrible mom because I drop him off when I don't even have to work. Truth be told, nothing gets done with him around. I mean NOTHING!! How in the world is a 2yo faster at making a mess than a 34 yo is at cleaning it? I mean the boy has only been walking for a little over a year! Logically it just makes no sense! I have age, wisdom, and experience on my side. Those little tornados! It's us against them ladies, suit up! Seriously though, how do they do it? Gotta love em! Even as I sit here venting my frustrations, there is a smile on my face. Even when they frustrate us, they warm our hearts. Those little buggers!!

The journey begins

    As I embarked on this journey, my head was swimming with things to say. Where do I start? What do you want to hear?  I got stuck for a week picking a name (all the obvious ones were taken), untill I finally convinced myself I needed to settle on a name before I could let all my words out. That is the point here, right?  During that week my head kept popping with perfectly brilliant things to write about. The perfect mixes of humour and fact. Now that the blog is actually up and running, I find myself challenged. Is this all I could come up with? Are you serious? Me? The one never at a loss for words? Well it's my blog, and if I want to ramble, ramble I shall.

     I am in the middle of all things in my life changing, yet again. I crave simplicity, no drama, an even kealed life. Do I ever get it? HECK NO!! I work in the construction trade, a newly chosen carreer for me. (Go women!!) I install low voltage electrical. I was recently layed off, as in 6 days ago recently. That job was my first in my newly chosen career. I am part of a union and the work outlook  is actually pretty decent, I expect to be back to work in a month or so. Hopefully anyway. But me getting layed off is only the half of it. This month, I am moving, my 2yo son's sitter is moving, (so new daycare) and school started. So my layoff isn't exactly upsetting right now, but that even kealed, no drama life I crave-completly out the window!

     My kids are dropped off, coffee perculating in my stomache, and I am off to pack another box that won't even make a dent in the amount of 'stuff' I own! Everytime I move I promise myself I am going to thin out my belongings, but it's never ending! Remember how I said I crave simplicity? I dream of having a home like in the magazines. All that modern furniture, everything in it's place. Where do those people keep all their 'stuff'? I mean, everyone has 'stuff', right? I'm not the only one here am I? I have come to the conclusion, I need to get rid of my kids, then the 'stuff' will be gone. It's all their 'stuff' anyway! LOL! Blame it on the kids! Works for me. Well I'm off to pack......