tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74720174133587040222024-03-15T10:44:27.918-07:002 kids and a cat, my life as a single Mom...I am a working single mom. I have 2 kids, one girl, one boy. I write candidly about our crazy life together. Please understand as you read my thoughts that I am often sarcastic, and my love for my children is above all else. I will share with you the challenges I face, my solutions, and my two steps forward one step back walk through life. Thank you for joining me on my rolercoaster ride. My family may be unconventioal, but a family we are.~*~*~*~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001562887961118636noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472017413358704022.post-88639268976336419382011-02-18T12:08:00.000-08:002011-02-18T12:08:50.151-08:00Stats<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> I just looked at the new(er) tab on my blogger dashboard..STATS. That is really cool in a totally blogger geek kind-of way. I got see where are all my stalkers live! LOVE IT!! <br />
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It shows me everything. OK, not everything...no winning lotto numbers, no hints as to what to cook for dinner that my toddler might eat, no top secret weight loss methods, but everything as far as blog stats. <br />
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I got to see when I was being viewed, from what countries, on what operating system, even the devices used. Then they made it complete by adding little pie graph pictures to everything, (I like pictures). I'm sure to all you techs out there, this is old news, but to me-it's brand new. I was wowed. <br />
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And no, this is NOT a review for Blogger, or Google, or anyone else. Just a little thing I found that has probably been on my dashboard for months that I am just now discovering. So check out your little tab, you might like it too...Happy Blogging :)<br />
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There we lay, and he says to me "Mom, I wanna drag your face across the floor." "WHAT?" I try not to yell. I pull my head out of his death grip around my neck and look at him puzzled. Now I don't know if it's because he sensed my dismay and is old enough (3 & 1/2) for a quick cover, or if this is what he meant all along....He proceeds to tell me " I wanna drag your face across the floor so you can never leave my room cuz I love you and you are my best buddy ever!" <em>"sigh"</em> is all that is heard from me. Then a "I love you too my little sugar bump." I proceed to tuck him in, give him a million more goodnight kisses and quietly exit his room.<br />
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I don't know if it was the relief I from hearing his sweet words after his mean ones, or if I am just that much wrapped around his finger; but I can honestly say I didn't even question how the whole dragging my face across the floor fit in to loving me so much until I wrote this post. How funny. I gotta give him points (yet again) for originality. Well gotta go, gotta wash all that dust off my face...I haven't vacuumed in awhile!! :)<br />
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I was laid off last week, so I have found myself with some extra time. I wasn't surprised to get laid off, I was expecting it. I also wasn't so disapointed for a little time off. But I am now ready to go back to work, and hopefully will next week. I work through a referal union, so it takes the stress out of finding a job, it finds me. <em>NICE!!</em> But my time off was interupted by me catching HM's cold...<em>NOT NICE!!</em><br />
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I guess that's all I got right now...more will words come I am sure.<br />
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Now back to the sarcasm I love so much....We were watching the new year's festivities from Times Square tonight when they interviewed New Kids on The Block. (Yes the same ones from early 90's.) My sweet little 9yo SPF says "New Kids on the Block? More like Old Men on the Street!" I thought I was gonna die! That girl is getting funnier and funnier every day! But she is completely right. Who told them and the Backstreet Boys to do a comeback anyway? <br />
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Later I asked her what her resolutions are. We had a brief discussion that included a description of what a resolution is. She then went on to tell me her new years resolutions are to not smoke, not drink beer, and not kill her brother. Yeah, that would be coming right from the mouth of my 9yo non smoking, non drinking, sweet daughter. She is a character!!<br />
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Kids are funny by nature, they have such a candid look on life, but SPF is cracking jokes! Yes I know all kids crack jokes, but she is saying stuff that is actually funny! Then of course she notices how funny I am finding her and then drives her jokes right into the ground, completely over does it. That's the 9yo sense of humour coming out I guess! <br />
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Get your mind out of the gutter, no I'm not into any weird kinky stuff, I just happened to find a random drill bit in my underware drawer of all places. I found it pretty funny, and had to share. <br />
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Enjoying the sun.....~*~*~*~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001562887961118636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472017413358704022.post-15122837994113542972010-08-21T09:17:00.001-07:002010-08-21T09:17:44.140-07:00Roadtrip '10 Post #4<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjnUK1N3jnjC0CvLXBKJ2YRsT_mQpxEskzcZ7kF9ZVWesJjJQCX_gFu0G2yA-TMLAYs8EHDriEw9MRwtkyGq6gGUTI-WQh9PZSdRcyBOWJgBmX3qnCT4MwZazNpO9BGoLJVM5q5rv-DYmI/"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjnUK1N3jnjC0CvLXBKJ2YRsT_mQpxEskzcZ7kF9ZVWesJjJQCX_gFu0G2yA-TMLAYs8EHDriEw9MRwtkyGq6gGUTI-WQh9PZSdRcyBOWJgBmX3qnCT4MwZazNpO9BGoLJVM5q5rv-DYmI/" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer;" height="213px" width="320px" /></a><br><br> SPF and her good friend from babyhood. I remember this girl when she was wearing diapers! Talk about feeling old! Such pretty girls.....<br />~*~*~*~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001562887961118636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472017413358704022.post-10576365317529261342010-08-18T22:50:00.001-07:002010-08-18T22:50:05.930-07:00Roadtrip '10 post#3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAfFfM6CF9Nf-WTiWuj4QFFsWvE0M1mQJf4x9Di5ngWh6kWGdJAM6kyPqGenrfWs0DfK2x1rf-a9zX8NBc76hEqutvmrgvhBOI0nYckPfN6TYy99cTZ1DxSn5VSMLK4vQlC5q9bSPGiBrE/"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAfFfM6CF9Nf-WTiWuj4QFFsWvE0M1mQJf4x9Di5ngWh6kWGdJAM6kyPqGenrfWs0DfK2x1rf-a9zX8NBc76hEqutvmrgvhBOI0nYckPfN6TYy99cTZ1DxSn5VSMLK4vQlC5q9bSPGiBrE/" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer;" height="213px" width="320px" /></a><br><br> "These are the cleanest stalls I've seen." Says SPF of the rest stop bathrooms behind them. Here they are watering each others feet before we get back in the car. This very clean rest stop is just south of the Oregon-California border on the I-5. <br />~*~*~*~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001562887961118636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472017413358704022.post-6999842608498778712010-08-18T13:02:00.001-07:002010-08-18T13:02:53.061-07:00HM<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_L64RCgTArF5H6VAV-1e6Mc3mDVAcAN43Dq4w6wRJFK7sXnX44-m_c3Ul1bf-IZfDnIQ3n2ff9cFIj4vxQNWEJng0bf7I3ar381lkWgrOnkUGbjRgQWR1GkJ_cIBgjTfkPyL2_kMdJcYw/"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_L64RCgTArF5H6VAV-1e6Mc3mDVAcAN43Dq4w6wRJFK7sXnX44-m_c3Ul1bf-IZfDnIQ3n2ff9cFIj4vxQNWEJng0bf7I3ar381lkWgrOnkUGbjRgQWR1GkJ_cIBgjTfkPyL2_kMdJcYw/" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer;" height="213px" width="320px" /></a><br><br> Here he is making himself at home in the Medford, OR hotel bathtub.<br />~*~*~*~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001562887961118636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472017413358704022.post-32512359002304816522010-08-17T22:45:00.001-07:002010-08-17T22:45:39.015-07:00Roadtrip<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxnnQSWGU59fDtZkDMAMIyE1s8FjFxrPRj0NQBOjnIkZvfvT-v69MqZCod4CQVdoxDEVfcCRIQVodPF-_1X1w0iWwXPhfG66HscEHgiCDgq_-WssxOXpjGOgMsRHUPLy2plpZPlGaQuCF/"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxnnQSWGU59fDtZkDMAMIyE1s8FjFxrPRj0NQBOjnIkZvfvT-v69MqZCod4CQVdoxDEVfcCRIQVodPF-_1X1w0iWwXPhfG66HscEHgiCDgq_-WssxOXpjGOgMsRHUPLy2plpZPlGaQuCF/" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; didiplay: block; text-align: center cursor: pointer;" height="240px" width="160px" /></a><br><br> I'm still unable to work due to my hand surgeries, so I figured-what the heck; ROADTRIP! So off we went, to Las Vegas of course. <br /><br> One of my long time friends and her daughter moved to San Jose a couple years back, so that is the fist destination on our way to the desert. She was there for the birth of HM and hasn't seen him much since. We are all SO excited to get there. Her daughter and SPF grew up like sisters, she misses her a lot.<br /><br> Here is my attempt to blog on the road from my Droid. The pic is of us crossing the Washington - Oregon border. <br><br /> Car lifesaver so far- the mp3 player loaded with picks from everyone set on shuffle!<br /><br> Wish us a safe and happy trip down into San Jose. More posts to come....<br />~*~*~*~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001562887961118636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472017413358704022.post-71916021475913175262010-08-08T23:10:00.000-07:002010-08-08T23:10:01.122-07:00Monster Spray Once again it's been way too long since my last post. Let me see, surgery went well, matter of fact, my second surgery went well too. OK, with that out the way let's get on to more pressing business, my son....<br />
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My dad stayed with us this weekend to help after my last surgery, since our guest bed is in HM's room, HM is sleeping in my bed. He of course is still getting up way too many times, with way too many excuses, as to why he can't sleep. Everything from having to potty, needing a cup, needing a hug, a monster is gonna get me, etc. etc., etc. So after sending him back to bed for what seemed like the millionth time, I told him to get the "monster spray" out of my bathroom for protection. I told him to spray it around the room a couple of times and hang on to it just in case. Hang on to it he did:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> I guess it really does get rid of monsters! Ok, that's all. It hurts <strong><em>WAY </em></strong>to much to type so I probably shouldn't be doing it. I just had to share that super sweet pic on my blog. </div><br />
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</div>~*~*~*~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001562887961118636noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472017413358704022.post-62090644988290154882010-07-20T12:48:00.001-07:002010-07-20T12:48:05.334-07:00Post Op Meds<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwenUxTGhhhsvZtsB0PkqlQuB387jbxDr2VtgkF3RiOS3PXi_sg-peDFIPnbI4BY884EXbmWrP78SvMWaQkeNzS5p06OeRws0rdlelgXd6F-1WhMoniUvRCyY4UWbxS_-SnHsHoQCRJKA/"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwenUxTGhhhsvZtsB0PkqlQuB387jbxDr2VtgkF3RiOS3PXi_sg-peDFIPnbI4BY884EXbmWrP78SvMWaQkeNzS5p06OeRws0rdlelgXd6F-1WhMoniUvRCyY4UWbxS_-SnHsHoQCRJKA/" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 320px height: 240px; " height="240px" width="320px" /></a><br><br> I know it looks gross. Kind of freakish. Those of you who have seen prior posts know I have a condition called trigger finger. It causes my hands to catch when opening or closing, then to snap in place similar to a trigger mechanism. <br /><br> I have been putting off surgery, have had numerous cortisone shots, and have generally been waiting (hoping) for it to go away on its own. Realising the pain was getting the best of me, I went back to my Dr. Friday and decided to schedule surgery. Well before I had a chance to iron out the details, I woke up on Sunday morning with a locked up finger. Totally stuck, can't even force it open with my other hand. So off to surgery I go asap. This Thursday to be exact.<br /><br> Why am I sharing all this? It's my pre excuse. You see, I just left my pre op apt. and picked up my post op meds. Let me put it like this-if I can post, it's gonna be entertaining if nothing else! <br /><br> No, I'm sharing because that's what us bloggers do. Especially when faced with challenges harder than most. Normally I would be nervous, but my pain is making me look forward to the relief I have been promised surgery will being. Ahh,......to have normal hands again!<br />~*~*~*~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001562887961118636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472017413358704022.post-19365231488911363082010-07-19T19:01:00.001-07:002010-07-19T19:01:34.946-07:00Me Against the Clippers<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsExKnO4yMWw2-3SY31wtCZYkg89aphyphenhyphen1TSPDTDDY2HwKNsAS776Mhc1nKbvpZUofDHytyGYOK_hfu6mO-xc_nVeXRu4RME0pB9I96PyMwL2RBH3YjSJf-tyn7I31skw0K7g62Ydx_0r9/'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrsExKnO4yMWw2-3SY31wtCZYkg89aphyphenhyphen1TSPDTDDY2HwKNsAS776Mhc1nKbvpZUofDHytyGYOK_hfu6mO-xc_nVeXRu4RME0pB9I96PyMwL2RBH3YjSJf-tyn7I31skw0K7g62Ydx_0r9/s400/IMAG0054.jpg' /></a><p> So I started by giving HM a haircut. a real cute one I might add. It was a little skater do. Short on the sides and back, long on top. after cutting his hair it occurred to me how much cute and more professional it would look if I hit the underside with clippers..... <br/> <br/> My first mistake, buying a cheap pair. I'm buzzing his hair with the longest attachment and its longer in some spots and shorter in others. I incorrectly assume its because I had cut it too short in some spots with the scissors. <br/> <br/> My second mistake, on I go to the next shorter size attachment. Needless to say its still uneven. I'm still not getting it, and I continue on. Then the inevitable......HE MOVES!!! <br/> <br/> Why at this point do I not stop and take him to the barber for an emergency repair? I don't know. I think I was caught up in the moment. It was me against the clippers and I was determined to win, at any cost, even at the cost of my son's hair apparently! <br/> <br/> I kept buzzing, it kept cutting, shorter and shorter, smallest attachment, no attachment, then....NO HAIR!!! <br/> <br/> So in this battle of wits against a machine, I guess I must admit defeat. I keep trying to justify it to myself-telling myself I'm not the first mom to do this. It's nice for summer.(Even tho I do live in cool Seattle) His hair grows fast, etc., etc., etc. WHATEVER!!!! <br/> <br/> The truth is he looks like some neo Nazi skin head, cancer vic, army recruit. Oh well, he loves it. that's what counts. Have any of you moms done this to your kids? Please don't let me have the only haircut from hell story!</p><div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8</div>~*~*~*~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001562887961118636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472017413358704022.post-18256788633905768502010-07-14T18:31:00.001-07:002010-07-14T18:31:13.786-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_VJd7vUt1PhLIPIVCPfF9ZRwFumG8mq8HEmqhee8FBNO7ADlgHTylCat-zyoIBFbTv8Yp1z7uZUHX8lH2mzKblpdR0pY1XE7dGBWWdkquKnZLW8I6xQZLREkzj3OrROyRkiQTJ4kSHl0/"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_VJd7vUt1PhLIPIVCPfF9ZRwFumG8mq8HEmqhee8FBNO7ADlgHTylCat-zyoIBFbTv8Yp1z7uZUHX8lH2mzKblpdR0pY1XE7dGBWWdkquKnZLW8I6xQZLREkzj3OrROyRkiQTJ4kSHl0/" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer; width: 320px height: 240px; " height="240px" width="320px" /></a><br><br>     My coworkers, and the tin can we call our break room. But as far as construction workers go-these people are pretty OK!<br />~*~*~*~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/10001562887961118636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472017413358704022.post-57112540785844326882010-07-12T17:09:00.000-07:002010-07-12T17:09:10.923-07:00Winners!!! Congratulations to the following people, you have been randomly chosen as winners to go to the advance screening of Standing Ovation! :<br />
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1.Autismyz -<em>I have been unable to email you due to no contact info.</em><br />
2.Sierra<br />
3.Clearblog<br />
4.Jordana<br />
5.Corina<br />
6.Camryn - Winner of prize pack too!!<br />
7.Gina<br />
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I have contacted all the winners via email last night, and you have 24 hours to respond to claim your prizes. Congratulations again, and thank you for making my first giveaway such a success!!<br />
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Standing Ovation, a great looking 'tween' movie, is set to hit theaters July 16th. A movie I know me and my kids will enjoy, and knowing my kids, we will enjoy it <em>over and over and over </em>again! My kids are in the perfect age group for this sort of movie, and I get to give away advance screening passes as well as a prize pack!!! Yay!! I can't wait....<br />
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If you loved High School Musical… then, think Junior High School Musical, as you shake to the awesome dance moves, listen to the cool new tunes and laugh your way through the most rockin’ movie musical event of the summer – Standing Ovation. This hip original music and dance-filled family film boasts an exciting cast of talented young newcomers, 20 new songs and 13 never-before-seen dance numbers that will leave you feeling uplifted and ready to put on your dancin’ shoes.<br />
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Set in Atlantic City, junior high school best friends, Brittany (Kayla Jackson), Tatiana (Alexis Biesiada), Blaze Pilar Martin), Cameron (Kayla Raparelli) and Maya Na’jee Wilson) form the singing/dancing group, “The 5 Ovations.” Despite all odds, they chase their dreams of becoming champions in the biggest television music video contest of the year. They may be short on money, but they are rich in friendship, talent and hope and these street smart kids use their wits, courage and passion to create some fierce musical performances.<br />
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When a national TV network announces a music video contest with a one million dollar grand prize, “The 5 Ovations” eagerly set to work on creating the perfect routine and music video. However, they must face off against their rival group, “The Wiggies” -- Ziggy (London Clark), Angel (Erika Corvette), Zita (Ashley Cutrona), Twiggy (Devon Jordan ) and Zoey (Jeana Zettler -- five rich, beautiful and scheming sisters whose performance trademark is their series of extravagant wigs and underhanded pranks. The Wiggies also enter the contest, helped by their flamboyant and unscrupulous father, Mr. Wiggs (Sal Dupree), who will stop at nothing to win … no matter what it takes!<br />
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Standing Ovation is the feel-good music and dance movie of the summer. The high energy movie is a fun story about loyalty and perseverance that showcases the importance of friendship and working together while celebrating the meaning of family.<br />
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You can check out the official website at <a href="http://standingovationmovie.com/">Standing Ovation</a><br />
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I can give away up to 10 (each admit 2) advance screening passes, and one extra lucky reader will receive the super prize pack pictured below <br />
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Here's how to w<em>in it!!!</em><strong> </strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>~*~*~Mandatory entry -Watch trailer and tell me your favorite part and/or character~*~*~</strong></div><br />
Extra entries:<br />
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1. Follow me publicly here through Google friend connect<br />
2. Follow Standing Ovation blog<br />
3. Connect with Standing Ovation on Facebook<br />
4. Follow Standing Ovation on Twitter<br />
5. Explore the Standing Ovation website<br />
6. 3 extra entries for blogging about this giveaway with a link back here.<br />
7. Tweet about this giveaway <br />
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PLEASE LEAVE SEPARATE COMMENTS FOR EACH ENTRY AND INCLUDE YOUR EMAIL IN YOUR COMMENT SO I CAN NOTIFY THE WINNERS VIA EMAIL<br />
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This giveaway closes at 7-10-10<br />
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<em>Please note- this is an advance screening in Lynwood, WA 7-14-10 at 7pm, and only local Seattle area people (or those that plan to be here on that day) should enter. </em><br />
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*** 2 kids and a cat did not recieve any money or compensation of any kind to host this giveaway***<br />
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<em> </em>Tonight I changed an especially stinky one, put the diaper outside, and washed my hands. So here we are a good twenty minutes after he did the deed and the whole place is still reeking like doo doo. It's nasty, the smell is just drifting from room to room, I mean-<strong>it's bad!!</strong> <br />
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Then all of a sudden I have a 'duh' moment and realize he must have went again. So I ask him and of course he says no. Then I check, nope-no poo. OK, another 'duh' moment (I have alot of those!) and i think outloud-"Is there poop on me?" and I go back to the sink and start scrubbing my hands again. <br />
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So here I am bent over the bathroom sink, washing like crazy, and here comes HM behind me and says "Let me check" as he attempts to look down my pants to see if I had poop on me.<br />
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I know, I'm awful. I take a total break from blogging and this is what I come back with? Potty humour? Of all the tasteless things I could say,....but yes, I did. Hey, it was funny. I laughed, hopefully you will too.<br />
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WOW! Talk about a let down of an opening paragraph. I don't think writers are supposed to admit right off the top that we have nothing to say. Oh well, at least I'm blogging. I will be back.....<br />
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I, unfortunately, am not one of those lucky moms that only has one job. (Being a mom) No, I have to work outside the home, as well as the full time job as M-O-M. Things in my career life are moving forward. I am finally wrapping my head around all I have learned in the last year, and my ultimate goal is very close. But I find myself in over my head at home. I spend all of my time cooking, cleaning, prepping for the next day, the whole time trying to beat the clock so I get enough sleep to do it all again. I have, as a result of my at home madness, stopped having a life separate from my kids. Something I am finding to be crucial to one's sanity. <br />
I haven't even been able to steal the few minutes it takes to post here. Before my last post I hadn't even <em>turned on</em> my computer in weeks. Can you believe that-<em>weeks!</em> It's insanity. <br />
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So if I have any readers left, I want to ask you a question, or for advice really. How do I steal those much needed moments for myself? Moments to log on, call a friend, or heaven forbid, take a bath? Please don't add salt to injury by telling me how you leave your hubby with the kids and off you go. No hubby, no night time sitter, no relatives close enough to just pop over. I'm needing ways to stretch the clock, easy recipes, cleaning schedules and/or tips, anything that will allow my burden to lessen. Anything that will allow me a couple extra minutes. I'm only asking for a little, I don't need too much.<br />
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