Bring your tired weary...

butt to the bed! That is my husband at night after the kids have been tucked in. Not for
whoo-hoo, necessarily, but because I have stated at some point in the evening that i am exhausted. The last two days have been excruciating due to Jaxson not feeling well. He wants to be held ALL the time. So, naturally, when I have a moment, I want to blog or read or eat chocolate that I dont have to share!

I wake up fresh and ready to go in the mornings, gulping my Columbian coffee down. I run through the morning routine of getting everyone dressed, fed and where they need to be. Then glance at the blog, clean the house, run errands, etc. This is a normal day. Today I accomplished 2 loads of laundry and keeping my little guy close. Not much but hey... :-) My arms are so tired from holding him all day.

Then there is picking everyone up, dance class for Isabella, realization that I forgot to lay out something for dinner! GASP!!!! And having to figure out something quick. Sigh...now everyone is in bed and I feel a rush of a second wind and of course I head here! Surely, I am not the only one!

I have been surprised and delighted by how many people I have met. I have come to realize that there are many,many moms out there going through my exact day! It is so nice!

Blonde Moments

A few days ago I was having some work done at my local garage. A blonde came in and asked for a seven-hundred- ten. We all looked at each other and another customer asked, "What is a seven-hundred- ten?" She replied, "You know, the little piece in the middle of the engine, I have lost it and need a new one.." She replied that she did not know exactly what it was, but this piece had always been there. The mechanic gave her a piece of paper and a pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like. She drew a circle and in the middle of it wrote 710. He then took her over to another car which had its hood up and asked "is there a 710 on this car?" She pointed and said, "Of course, its right there."

I am a blonde who found this hilarious!!!

This was an email I received today....

There is a medical distinction. We've all heard about people having guts or balls, but do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definitions are listed below:

GUTS - Is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: 'Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?'

BALLS - Is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the butt and having the balls to say: You're next, fatty.'

I hope this clears up any confusion on the definitions. Medically speaking, there is no difference in the outcome, since both ultimately result in death

Vanessa-Mae's "Storm"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqkFgeBFTWU

This is wonderful!

Before "I Do"

I came across this website: http://www.cnn.com/2007/LIVING/personal/08/02/o.marriage.questions/index.html

It lists all the questions you should ask each other before getting married. Here are the highlights:

"Will you marry me," is not only question couples should ask:
Income: How much is OK and what to spend it on
Children? When and how many?
Home life, chores, friends can be areas of disagreement

Kids I can see talking about, but do couples really discuss future disagreements like chores and what to spend money on? Don't those things change with time and circumstances?

Spousal Support

Isn't it lovely when you know there is at least one person in the world who supports you. That person for me is my husband. I have other family members and they are wonderful in their own right. But my husband is the one constant in my life. I honestly had no direction before meeting him. I can't recall what it is exactly I did before meeting him. Some people claim they lose their independent self when they get married. For me, it was the opposite. My husband gave me the love and encouragement I needed to firgure out who I was and what I want to do in the world.
I know no matter what he will be there. He has my back and it doesn't matter if I am wrong or right. He's there.

Desperate Rose Counts

I had a fabulous Valentine's day! I hope everyone reading this did as well! I did not get roses, and before you feel sorry for me, let me just say I am glad. My husband used to come home with flowers often in the beginning of our relationship, but soon I realized it depressed me when the flowers died. Which they all do eventually! So, he gets me fake rose petals, candles and candy. This year I even got a stuffed purple hedgehog! Heehee!
While I was at my daughter's class Valentine's party, we mothers were grouped together taking pictures and chatting. They were comparing what their husbands had gotten them, dozens of roses, a necklace, diamond earrings, 5 pound box of Godiva chocolate, tickets to a play. As I listened to the accounts given, in rapid fire shots, it reminded me of men in a pissing contest. When the attention turned to me and they eyed me with a look daring me to outdo them in their gift count, I smiled and said I got a hedgehog. I wish I had taken my camera!!
I almost couldn't wait to get in the car to laugh! and boy did I laugh!

Chronic Complainers

I have been married for a while now. Less than a decade, but long enough to know that there are many women, and men, who complain about their spouse just to complain. I find my self in social settings with groups of women who make a comment about their husband and everyone agrees with a "mm-hmm, I know that!" And I have to wonder, do they really? Or are they just being agreeable for the storytellers sake? I never say anything.
My husband works all week and I stay home with the kids. On Saturdays I work an early shift, but I am usually home for the afternoon and evening. While I am away, he gets the kids breakfast and then they clean house for me! It is phenomenal! But when I bring this up to other women they look at me like I have a second head. I can never tell what they are thinking. They either don't believe me or they think I am shirking my duties.
I find this act of helpfulness to be very romantic. It is hard to get away for romantic evenings or even stay awake on school nights! So these "little things" make me feel the warm fuzzies! I make dinner for him every night, home-cooked, not frozen. I bake and do laundry. So why is it that some women give me that look? Why should I feel bad that my husband helps out? Are they jealous? Or do they really think the woman should do it all?