Monday, August 3, 2009

It's Official. I'm In The Weeds...

Okay, this entry is an excuse, rationalization, apology and random update. First: excuses and rationalizations on why the blog is falling to the wayside (temporarily). It's official. I'm overwhelmed. Yes, people, I've SAID it. I'm totally in the flippin' weeds right now. This whole selling a house, building a house, packing up a house, having no idea what's going on with my kids' schools and running all over God's green earth for this, that and the other to situate it, changing addresses, packing, packing, oh, and did I mention packing? Oh, and did I mention picking out 4 billion stupid things for our stupid new house? Oh, and did I mention 4 children under foot? Oh, and did I mention the children are really annoying?

So, sleeping, eating, friendships, and fun have all fallen to the back burner. Heck, they're not even on the back burner. They are off the entire flippin' STOVE. As has blogging. Which sucks, because that is my sanity. I apologize also to my fellow bloggers whom I loyally follow. I have not been able to read my favorite blogs that make me laugh and cry for weeks either. I will return to you all, I promise! So, for now, I'll type this update while there is a brief lull.

So, we move into our rental home in, um 8 days. Close on the house in 10 days, and the following day go on our 2 week family vacation to... relax?... yeah, really relaxing with the kids. But, it will be nice. Can't blog from there, so who knows. This might be my last post in a while. We will move again in Nov/Dec to our final resting place. Yes, I'm planning on dying in this new house and at the rate we're going, it may be sooner rather than later. I'm spiralling downward as I type...

This is a small sliver of my day right now, and is highly representative of my days in general. No exaggeration. Nothing out of character:

Pink comes upstairs with a bleeding cut on her thigh. It needs to be cleaned and bandaged. She needs consoling. But, simultaneously, Tink is yelling in the bathroom that I need to wipe her heiny. So, I put Pink on hold to wipe Tink's butt and baby Rella finds her way into the fridge simultaneously and pulls out, opens, and paints herself with Trix yogurt. Clean up the yogurt with poor Pink still standing there bleeding. Then the phone rings from CB's school and it's the nurse telling me about CB having a ruptured sty in her eye, etc while I'm helping Tink with her undies and cleaning yogurt and Pink's bleeding and crying and then Rella comes trotting in from ravaging the dishwasher with a steak knife in each hand. Oh wait, one knife is going into her mouth, pointy side up. Yikes!

She's off again as I take Pink upstairs for neosporin and a Hannah Montana bandage and Mommy "make-it-all-better" kisses. As I come back downstairs I find Rella has emptied out a 3 lb box of spaghetti onto our dirty kitchen floor. Ugh. Freakin' UGH! Anyone want a 19 month old, gently used kid???? Can I sell her on Craig's List? She's KILLING me! Okay, all that happened in literally 10 minutes. That's a 10 minute snippet of my day. TEN. This is what I'm up against folks. It aint glamorous. WHERE are the BON BONS?!?!? I signed up for bon bons.

But, the GOOD news... awesomestly awesome news is that my little nephew was born a few days ago. Born into a gaggle of ALL girls: my 4 and my sister's two. He'll be covered in princess crap and make up. Check out this cute mug shot.
Couldn't you just EAT him??? I want another one. Wait, did I just actually SAY that!?! Someone remind me of the last 10 minutes. Wait, don't remind me. I've just been alerted by Pink that in the 12 minutes I've taken to type this post, Rella has been sitting in my bed, chewing up 3 toothbrushes beyond use and has half emptied a tube of toothpaste all over. And she crapped herself something fierce.

They start out all little and cute and they trick you into loving them with all your heart and soul and then they turn into this:
TROUBLE. This is what Trouble looks like. Yeah, yeah, underneath the sweat and filth she's cute.... Whatever. She CANNOT be trusted.

Time to change a nasty diaper. And continue packing. And paint the outside trim around the freakin' back door a la new home owner's request (The request of a young, childless couple who don't know the magnitude of such a small little task...)

So, posts will slow down for a while. But I'll be back in the saddle as soon as things slow down. Ish. Please wait for me. I beg you. Do not abandon the planet! This blog and those who read and comment on it are my only life line to the world of sanity.

15 comments:

Carrie Wilson Link said...

Key-rist, woman! You have my tears and sympathy! And prayers!

Elizabeth said...

So glad to hear from you and so sympathetic to being in the weeds. I need a chainsaw around here, actually -- to get me through my own patch. Stay strong and see you soon, I hope!

Michelle said...

SO FUNNY! Being frazzled is no fun, but it makes for great reading :)

Jeannie said...

You are too funny. That's all the birth control I need for the week.

michelle said...

I was wondering where you were...
I SO understand. Hate moving. It feels like it's never ending. You must really be sleep deprived bordering on psychotic to think about having a newborn in the midst of snot and spaghetti and poopy butts and cardboard boxes.
And I HATE when childless buyers nit pick. I know your pain.
Hope your vacation is restful.

Tanya @ TeenAutism said...

I understand! A few years ago I took a trip and moved in the same month. It was hell! Hope you're able to get through it okay. We'll be here!

Holly said...

Oh my, you do seem busy, ugh!! If I lived closer I would help you, I promise! Enjoy vacation!

Osh said...

Good luck!

Laughing Stars said...

It's exhausting just reading about it. :-) Big hugs! And congratulations on your beautiful nephew.

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cameramom said...

I laughed until I cried when I read this!! It sounds like you have the same luck I do!! Hang in there. P.S. In our house trouble also has big blue eyes and mile long eyelashes and he's a holy terror on a regular basis. God help the Pre-K teachers next year!

rhemashope said...

You're hilarious. Like the previous comment, thanks for the birth control. I'll pull up this post anytime I get the baby bug.

Congrats on your nephew! See ya when you get back.

tiffrutherf said...

Girl the weeds, I'm in the damn rain forest!! Help, something just bit me!

Louise | UPrinting said...

Oh goodness. I feel so bad for you! Kids really do know how to push your buttons. I don't even have a kid yet, but I feel like hell whenever I had to look after one. I feel like going insane and just bang my head on the wall.
But can you even imagine your life without your kids? :)

Beth L. Gainer said...

Sounds like you need a sanity break. With one little 13-month-old just a part of my family, I cannot fathom having four kids!!

One is difficult. If I had four, I'd go insane.

I've always respected the job of mothers -- the hardest job in the world. However, now that I am one, I really, really think moms are society's heroes.

I'll miss your blogs, even though I know it's a temporary hiatus.

Hang in there!!

Corrie Howe said...

Your nephew is adorable. I could eat him up too. My daughter is the only girl on both sides of the family. She has seven male cousins. There were 36 years between me, the last female on both sides of my family and her, the first female on both sides. HOWEVER, my brother's wife is pregnant with twins. She refuses to find out what she's having, so we wait....Will my daughter give up her "Only girl in the family" title?

I also had to laugh about the picture of "trouble." Wait until they become teens. I'm convinced God invented teens so parents are soooooooo ready for them to leave the house. I have a 16 year old. Last year we hosted a teenage Spanish student, who was a delight. My son accused me of wanting to keep the exchange student at the end of the year and send my own son over the ocean. Fortunately, the Lord had placed a guard over my mouth, so that I only said, "If you continue on the path you've been on the last year, I might."

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