Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Picture me Rollin...

I'd love to be talking about 2 Pac's 'picture me rollin' song from one of my all time favorite discs 'All Eyez on Me' ba dum-du dum....all eyez on me. Okay the song will be in my head for the rest of this live long day.

Instead, I'm asking you to picture me rollin two bikes, tangled in a dog leash with said dog attached to the end , while dragging a two year old by the arm, and nudging my 5 year old in the rear with my foot. Oh, and let's not forget the bag of dog crap I was carrying.

All of this because I decided I'd take the dog for a walk.

It was day 4 of Sean's 5 day work trip to Boston. It was also our 8th year anniversary and I was dragging myself through the motions of responsibility, one being Chips daily walk.

The kids were tired, and although they wanted to go, about 10 minutes away from the house they decided they were done riding their bikes, or walking, or having any sort of human qualities like speaking in decipherable language, or listening. So picture me rollin two bikes, tangled in a dog leash with said dog attached to the end, while dragging a two year old by the arm, and nudging my 5 year old in the rear with my foot as she reluctantly now walked in front of me, WITH a bag of dog crap in my hands and then deciding to stop for the mail. As I fumbled for my keys, I glance to Ian who is peeing himself on the sidewalk.

I right then, receive a text message from Sean which includes a photo of a giant mug of beer from the Boston Red Sox game he is attending and I want to die.

The rest of the evening only goes down hill which includes a moment where I find Ian's arms covered in toothpaste as he cleans out our bathroom sink with his toothbrush which is still littered with Sean's shaving remnants from last Saturday. I gag. Alex thinks this is so funny, and for the next hour I try to get them to listen, calm down, and get their pajamas on. They hear me not, and giggle incessantly and I lose it.

The kids went to bed sobbing, and I fell asleep face down in my tear soaked People magazine feeling like the worlds worst mom. I was only able to muster out a text message to a friend who I knew would understand and tell me everything was ok.

This morning, miraculously they didn't hate me for it. I apologized to both of them. Ian said, 'Thanks mom' and burrowed into me. I asked him what he wanted for his birthday and he said, 'CAKE'!. What else I asked? 'ICE CREAM'! What about a toy (I dig and dig for an idea), 'CHOCOLATE TOYS'!

And a chocolate toy he will get. So now, picture me rollin to Toys R Us this afternoon where I will make up for a stressful week with lavish gifts, or chocolate treats and anticipate Sean's safe return this afternoon.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Wordless Wednesday, this boy likes him an apple.

Wow-I love this concept. Every Wednesday a photo and no words. Although, I'm cheating this time so I can explain. But now I will shut up. One more thing, HOLY CRAP I love this kid.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

A potentially not so brief update on the miscellaneous happenings in the Kolmer house.

It's been sort of a whirlwind the last few weeks. I feel sort of as if I'm nesting, and this time not for a baby. I'm not folding tiny clothes, into teeny tiny drawers, and I'm not cleaning out closets, and throwing out 3 year old food from our cupboards, (although, I'm going to add that to my list). I've been obsessed in completing all those chores around the house that normally get done in the summer time.

Well, for those of you not living in the Pacific Northcrapfest, we have yet to see more than a glimpse of summer weather here. SO, I figure no better time than now to power wash the house, the deck, repaint the deck, clean the garage, make several trips to the goodwill, and overall de-clutter the place. In the middle of all that, I decided I hated the color of my laundry room and in a few hours time and many regrets later, voila! What once was yellow, is now a grayish blue...or something. All of this so that when the sun does decide to shine, I will be ready for it.

Mixed into all that, we've had a few bugs hit the kids. You know, those straggling germs that get us right at the beginning of summer when we are hanging on by a tiny thread for cold/flu season to finally rid itself. I've survived the year end push at work, and yesterday the kids had their last day of school at the preschool we've taken Alex too since she was 1 1/2 and that Ian started at just about the same age. It's been a lot to take in. I'm never good with change, unless it's a paint color, or a hidden wad of quarters buried in the bottom of my purse.

I'm currently crawling out of a 'I'm a terrible mother, gutter' after several evenings spent pouring over the gruesome details with ambitious salesmen of getting our windows replaced. This at the expense of foregoing any quality time with the kids which was compounded by a terrible guilt of my missing Alex's final gymnastics class and performance. Luckily Sean was able to make it, but with each and every one of these events I miss I get more and more anxious that my baby is 5, and she's going to school next year, and wow these 5 years have flown. I get bitter at how much of her life I have missed due to work, and if someday this feeling of guilt will go away.

I was lamenting these feelings last night after a long day at work and a long evening with the kids. Sean didn't get home til after the kids were in bed and I was tiiiiirred. So tired that I muttered several profane words as I hauled a load of laundry into the living room to be folded. After dropping half the load on the way, and bending over to pick up a sock or one of the 30 white undershirts Sean so desperately needed near 20 times I exploded. Then I sat down, and watched the best possible show I could have at that very moment which was a TLC documentary on a family with quintuplets.

What a nightmare. Although, they couldn't even have a nightmare if they tried with NO sleep and 5 infants to feed and diaper and clothe...and added expenses of near $6K per month.

And I knew I would survive.

And I knew that needing new windows was not the worst thing in the world.

And I knew that one day soon, the sun would shine for more than 19 hours and rid me of the ghastly mood I'm in.

Alex is doing great, aside from the giant dent in her forehead. On Monday, as she was cleaning up toys she spun herself in this elaborate and non graceful circle while on all fours throwing her head into the corner of our activity table. It stunned her, and when the bleeding started SHE FREAKED. Head wounds always bleed a lot, so I didn't panic but she did. And it took her an hour, two ice packs, and 3 Dora band-aids to calm her down. Oy.

Ian is in a super funny stage right now. He's obsessed with his upcoming 3rd birthday and at times when he's feeling angst, gets told 'no', or is irritated by you in any way will loudly proclaim, 'you're not coming to my birfday pauwty'. He weaseled out of a nap the other day claiming his friend 'Jason' wouldn't stop talking to him and he told me he hated the Clifford the big red dog book because there was a daddy in it, and daddy's are annoying (pronounced: anoylin).

Poor Sean.

I'm going to close with that. I'm also going to promise that all future posts will be sunny and bright and filled with lovely pictures and memories of all the summer fun we will have. Oh yes, fun we will have. For now I'll leave you with this:

and this; see, he does love him!

and this:

and...whatever this is.