Hard to fit?

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Okay ladies - now that we're alone...

I'll start - my name is Tea and I am a hard-to-fit woman.

Now - I know what you're thinking: "aren't we all?" - and of course to some degree that answer is yes. But if you're able to walk into a clothing store at the mall and pick up ten items and have half or more of them fit the way they should - I'm not talking to you. It's not that you don't have fit problems, I'm sure you do - but the fact of the matter is that I'm totally completely 100% jealous of you. Just so you know.

No - I'm talking about women like me. Oddballs if you would. Now, usually I'm totally okay with being a bit
oddball - in fact, I relish it. I like being "different", and I'm a fairly confident person, so I can usually pull it off. But - brace yourselves ladies - I. Hate. Shopping.

Nope - not joking. Hate it. Ten-thousand percent, loathe with every fibre of my being, wish I could be just about anywhere else, would rather clean my bathroom than shop for myself. And here's why. I'm "hard to fit".

Here's the rundown so you know what I'm talking about:

Day 2 - Raging Meltdowns...

Whew - Day 2 of Mommy only m-f is almost over. Thank goodness. Today was the day of the raging meltdown. Our big'un is almost 3 1/2 and boy oh boy is he ever testing his limits these days. Sometimes we can have a good laugh, when we get things like "Mommy - I have to talk you some questions." "Uh... okay buddy, what?" "Um, I don't want to (eat dinner, be nice to my brother, wear pants, etc)" "Babe - that's not really a question..." but when it comes to things like a raging, screaming, limb flailing, dish throwing super-sonic meltdown because HE wanted the RED cup (which has been his brother's cup ALL. DAY." NOT the GREEN cup (which he just asked for)... then it becomes a little tough.

Now, generally, we just try and reason with him, tell him WHY he can't have the red cup, and him know that his real option is the green cup or nothing... but tonight that resulted in him body-checking the dog (good thing the dog is good natured) and then practically throwing himself down the stairs while screaming "NO green cup, NO nothing, NO bed, NO dinner, NO (little'un) having the RED cup, NO!" Yeah... that's when I decided to sit down on the kitchen floor. It wasn't very effective. He's not really moved by silent protest.

So I just picked up Captain Meltdown, carried him up to his bed, and left him there to scream himself hoarse.

The I want Daddy...s

It starts... hubby's gone, left this morning at around 5:45 am. We've been trying to explain to the boys for a few days now just how long Daddy's going to be gone (5 days, 1 work week, Monday until Friday, etc etc etc) and this morning I was thinking that our big'un (3 years old) was finally getting it. Nope... not so much. The I want Daddy's have already started.

This morning on the bus:
Big'un: Mommy, the kids wouldn't give me a high five and now I'm sad...
Me: Oh, I'm sorry Buddy! What would make you feel better, a hug?
*(nope)
Me: A glass of milk?
*(nope)
Me: A muffin?
*(nope)
Me: Well, what then? Anything you want.

Mommy Only Week

SO.......... hubby's leaving for a week on business. And I'm looking at 5 whole days of "Mommy only". I'll be perfectly honest - I've beed DREADING this week ever since I knew it was coming. It's not that I don't love my boys - I love them to bits, it's not even that I really doubt my parenting skills - I'd say - so far I'm doing alright... I mean, I'm relatively confident that we can make it Monday to Friday without any major injuries and both kids being fed, clean, and slept... not necessarily in that order.

What I'm NOT confident about - my ability to get ME through the week, fed, clean and slept. To not completely lose my mind when the littlest one says "Daddy... are you?" for the ten thousandth time (he does it already when one of us leaves for about 1/2 an hour... by day 3, it'll be painful....dread). To not go completely bonkers when there's absolutely NO ONE else to change that dirty diaper, clean up soap/shaving cream/etc from the bathroom counters/walls/floor... and who knows what else they'll get into.

I can Remember... and I will.

 

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"The soldier, above all other people, prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war." - Douglas MacArthur

Tomorrow is Remembrance Day here in Canada. I believe it is called Memorial Day in the states (I'm pretty sure that's what it's called) but no matter what it's titled, it's a day that we remember those who served and currently serve in our military forces. 

It's a tough day for me. And not, perhaps, for the reasons that it's a tough day for a lot of people. I'll be perfectly honest, it's tough because I'm 29 years old, and I’ve never ever been touched personally by the brutal realities of war or conflict. I do not have close family members or friends who serve or have served. I've never suffered distance of having someone away serving, or the loss of someone who makes that ultimate sacrifice. And I can't pretend to understand the longing, and grief, and sadness that those who have experienced that have. 

Sneaky sneaky November

Well now November... when did you get so sneaky? You with your 30 days and your daylight savings time and your clever little Remembrance Day (not that I have ANYTHING against Remembrance Day - PLEASE don't get me wrong, I'll post about it when it's appropriate... THIS is about November) lulling me into a false sense of security when suddenly I actually LOOK at the calendar and realize that it's only 52 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS!?

WHAT? GAH! ACK! BLECH? and all other manner of excalamtory strange noises. 52 days? That's IT? Oh goodness gracious.

Do you know what this means, November? Well? Do you? It means that you can't just lull around and waft in like "oh Hi, it's Me... y'know November...." anymore. You've got to announce yourself with some presence! Like "HEY! It's me, November?! Yeah, guess what Lady? Christmas? It's COMING."

Yup. 52 days. That means I have to complete approximately 1 gift project every 2-3 days from now until Christmas. Sounds manageable right? Did I mention I work? Have toddlers? A Dog? Church commitments?! Oh goodness help me. Seriously. HELP. ME.

Hallowe'en complete and on to Christmas!

Finally got past Hallowe'en - a total success! Made the big one's pirate costume...

Little one was a monkey (Did NOT Make this costume)

But we did make the wagon look like a pirate ship!