Restaurant-free January changed...

into fast food-free January. LOL! Oh, come on. You knew we couldn't stay away from restaurants for the whole month. Today's the 29th, and we've been out 3 times. Okay, no...4 times. {hangs head} Shameful.

Been A Few Days...Just An Update

So, the "journey" was interrupted by my husband. Damn him for making me eat out! We had a great meal though, and we haven't "slipped" since, so it's okay.

Incredibly, I still haven't had a Dr. Pepper. God knows I've been craving one like a mad-woman, but I haven't given in. I did, however take a sip of Emmit's Sprite the other day & tonight I bought myself one. BUT, I didn't drink the whole thing. It was way too fizzy & burned on the way down! UGH!

Tonight we went bowling with some friends. We had a great time! We definitely need to get out more.

Oh, and did I mention that it is damn cold? I shiver just thinking about it!

It's All HIs Fault

Damn Nathan & his tempting ways. After 13 days restaurant-free, the jerk made me go out to dinner. LOL! I will resist the temptation to eat the ice cream in the freezer though.

On a happier note, I still haven't had a Dr. Pepper! I'm so proud! Now I need to get off my fat ass and go run.

Still On This Long Journey

Can you believe it. 12 days into January, and the kids and I still haven't been to a restaurant. And what's even more amazing? I haven't had a Dr. Pepper!

What a freakin' day!

So, after only 3.5 short hours of sleep, the alarm went off this morning at 7. Okay, I know 7 isn't all that early for some, but for me, it's pretty damn early.

So, I got my lazy ass up and stumbled to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I brushed my teeth & washed my face. Then I saw that my hair was a freakin' mess. So, I decided to hop in the shower. Jumped out, and by that time it's hitting on 7:30. I put on some makeup & got my clothes on. I made a mental note to do laundry, as I was forced to wear a nursing bra. WTH? I haven't nursed in well over a year & a half. But it's the only one clean that will tame these puppies.

As I was dressing, I remembered that I needed to load the stroller in the van. Then I remembered that the last time we used the stroller, I had commented that I was going to take the canopy off & leave it at home b/c it got in the kids' way. So, I dug around for a screwdriver (which sounds a lot easier than it is) and went to the garage. When I finally got the damn stroller down off of its too-small hooks, I realized that I didn't even need the stupid screwdriver. So, canopy off; stroller in van. WOW! That van's a freakin' mess. Then I spent the next 5 minutes cleaning out the van.

Back inside. Time to wake the kidlets. Evie woke up as soon as I opened the door & gave me a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me look. She was all smiles by the time I got her diaper changed. I put her down to go wake up Emmit. He was much easier than I expected.

Then was the great breakfast debate. Waffles? Pancakes? Toast? Cereal? We finally settled on crescent rolls (the kind in the can). So, I put them on the pan & decided that while the oven was preheating, I'd find them some clothes. Then came the great sock hunt. Finally found everything for everyone. I even got their shoes & jackets ready.

Crescents in the oven. Let's pack the diaper bag. Wait...where is the diaper bag? In the van? No, I would have seen it while I was cleaning. I know I brought it in. Search Emmit's room, Evie's room, master bedroom, both bathrooms, living room & dining room. No bag. Where the hell is it? Do another sweep, this time with a little helper. Well, you know when they say "looked high & low"? Well, apparently I was only looking low. Found...1 diaper bag on top shelf in closet. Hmm...great idea until you forget where it is. Wait...what's that smell?!

Thankfully breakfast wasn't a total loss; just a little brown. Feed the kids, find my shoes, wipe the kids off. While wiping Evie, I realize she has a mysterious rash around her mouth. Fan-freakin'-tastic. Pick her up. Great...now Momma has to change shirts. Coverless prefold+urine=wet Momma hip.

I got her changed & ready. Then it was Emmit's turn. Pants - check; shirt - check (even thought that's NOT the one he wanted to wear); socks - check; shoes - check...no wait, where's the other shoe? I know I had it around here somewhere. We spent the next 5 minutes searching low AND high for the shoe. Turns out it was on the couch under the pillow I was leaning on.

Great...now it's 8:35. We're 5 minutes late. Everyone to the van! After getting Evie in, and begging Emmit to put his harness on, I decided to do it myself. "Put your arms down, kid. The harness won't fit with your arms above your head. No, stop! Put Woody down for a second & put your arm in." UGH!

I got in the van, and realized I forgot my sunglasses inside. Mommy back in the house. Oh, I forgot to lock the back door after letting the dog back in. Oh, and the butter is still sitting on the counter. What did I do with my keys (hanging in the door). Now, what was I looking for? Sunglasses clip. Found it. Out! Wait...forgot to change shirts! Back inside for a quick change. Then out...again.

I opened the garage & started the van. Backing out I hear "THUMP". Well, shit. What did I hit? Oh, just the mirror. Flip it back & we're on our way...now 15 minutes late!

We get to O'neal & some asshole in a Save-a-lot truck decided that he owns the road and the "60 mph strictly enforced" sign does not apply to him. He was whipping in and out of traffic. Okay, now I'm stuck in the outside lane w/ramp traffic coming on and nowhere to go b/c jerkwad is riding my bumper & there's a car in the other lane doing like 12. So, these two big trucks loaded w/some sort of construction equipment fly onto the interstate and try to get all the way over to the inside lane.

All of a sudden, I hear WAP! "Oh, you better be glad that rock didn't break my window, you stupid son-of-a-... WAP! Oh, you asshole! You broke my windshield." Then I hear, "Momma, don't say asshole." LMAO!

The Old Navy trip was a success. $81 spent for $341 worth of clothes. Then we hit the other Target for a few things.

When we got back to Denham, I spent the next 30 minutes driving up & down Range looking for a windshield repair place. My husband's directions..."Yeah...there's one on Range...somewhere." Yeah, genius. Range runs the entire length of the freakin' city. I'm not driving all the way to Watson hunting for a place. I got just past Antique Village & turned around. I passed two places on the way home, so I turned around & got it repaired without ever leaving the car!

Things are looking up now. Evie's asleep. Emmit's not being overly bad (just bad), and I got FLUFFY MAIL! I love fluffy mail. A new sustainableBabyish flat & snappi from Diaperswappers!

AH! I Can't Sleep!

It's 12:55, and I'm wide awake. I swear when I went to bed (almost 3 hours ago), I was so tired I could barely hold my head up. Emmit kept talking, and then I had to watch Grey's, which, pardon the blasphemy, is getting irritatingly old. That old Meredith/Derek thing is getting old.

And now, my 3 loves have collided. Food, television, and the internet. Yeah...I'm watching "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants", typing a blog...and I just finished my turkey sandwich. LOL!

Emmit's fast asleep, drooling on my pillow. The damn dog is doing her usual - licking. The baby finally gave it up after 2 hours of fussing/crying/talking to the dolls.

Damn! Why am I sleepless on the night before a big sale? LOL! I'm sure my husband (and my pocketbook) would be pleased if I overslept.

My foot's asleep. Least something's getting some rest.

Ramblings of a mommy on the edge

Day 1: Wednesday

Nathan's out of town, which in itself isn't all that bad, but that whole staying-home-with-the-kids-'round-the-clock thing is driving me batty.

I feel like I've been washing dishes all day. I knew I kept the big guy around for something;) As soon as I get everything cleaned up, someone NEEDS a drink. Well, you know what? I could use a drink...a good stiff one. And maybe a cigarette or three. Problem is, I don't drink much, so there's nothing in the house, and I quit smoking long ago. Maybe I'll find another means to relax.

Relax? humph...there's a novel idea. I tried to relax earlier, but my idea of relaxing these days is using the bathroom without an audience. That doesn't happen much because I forget to lock the door & both of the kidlets can open the door.

OMG! How much can this kid eat? "Momma, I want Pops." "Momma, I want a jelly sangwich." "Momma, can I have a piece of cheese?" You'd swear I never freakin' feed him. And why does his hunger wait until after the dishes are done? I keep hoping that I'll look over and find him sleeping, but that ain't happenin'.

I'm exhausted. Maybe tomorrow we'll do something fun. I have a feeling I'd have to take the interstate to get to the zoo, as my husband's directions are exactly Suzi-friendly. I mean, HELLO! At least write where I can read. What is it with men & their bad handwriting? Is it biological? Excessive testosterone=bad handwriting?

Finally Found The Source Of The Problem

So, tonight after the big game (GEAUX TIGERS), I soaked in my nightly bath & went to bed. I knew I couldn't sleep, so I watched 2 episodes of a show I had recorded & then turned out the light. Well, I just tossed & turned for a while. So, I decided to put my insomnia to good use. I was gonna clean the kitchen!

So, I got to it! We had cleaned up after dinner, but our nightly drink glasses & the kids' cups were in the sink. And the bar was its usually junk pile, so there was definitely work to do. I started cleaning the bar & found a few things that should go on the sewing table. So, I gathered it all up & went over to the sewing table.

Well, wouldn't you know...the sewing table was a freakin' mess. So, I started straightening it. Wait, what's that? A train? Well, that goes in Emmit's room.

I walk through the living room towards Emmit's room & see a few other things that belong in there. I pick those up & turn on his light. Holy messy room, batman! So, I deposit the train & few things where they belong and get to picking up Mr. Potato Head...for the hundredth time today. I get his room almost clean & I spot a sippy cup under the edge of the bed. Well, that goes in the kitchen!

Off to the kitchen where my sink of hot soapy water was sitting. Wash the dishes. Start cleaning the counters. Find scissors...back to sewing table. Back to kitchen...find more trains. Back to Emmit's room.

AHHH! All this time I've been blaming the kids. Can we say 'adult ADD'?

Now...what am I doing up?

Journey More Difficult Than Anticipated

Yeah...this is much harder than I would have guessed. We're only on day 6, and already, I'm sick of cooking. And what's worse is that stupid me decided to not only swear off of restaurants, but also off of Dr. Pepper. WTF was I thinking?

Does a cooked chicken from WM or Target count as a restaurant? Yeah...that's what I was afraid of.

The Journey Continues

Another restaurant-free day here. Man, this is tougher than I though. We slept through breakfast (I know, you're envious that my kids are lazy), so we just had lunch & a snack. Yummy corndogs (blech) for lunch & yogurt for a snack. Dinner was tacos, complete with organic lettuce & tomato. Too bad there was enough crap in the hamburger meat & boxed taco kit to totally overpower the organic goodness.

Mommy definitely needs a break!

So, I decided to play super mom today and really clean one room in the house. Like big, deep cleaning. I picked the master bath, because, let's face it, it needed cleaning. Not that it was disgusting, but the counter was cluttered & I'm pretty sure the drawings with tub crayons had been there for a while.

So, I got my gear & started cleaning. I scrubbed the toilet, the tub, the shower, and even wiped down the baseboards! The kids came in and were chased out a few times. Well, when I triumphantly emerged, I found a freakin' mess! Maybe I should just let the pics do the talking...

I'll give this one to Evie...



This goes to Emmit, though.



A tablespoon and Nesquick (what's with this kid & powdered drink mixes?)...




Eating spaghetti Os (and rubbing it on her face, clothes, and a puzzle)


The only reason Emmit's room survived the mayhem was because apparently someone locked the door by accident. Would I be a bad mother if I said I wish they had been on the other side of the door?

The Journey Begins

Our journey through a restaurant-free January has begun. Yesterday , it was oh-so tempting to go to BK or MCD for a quick lunch or pick up something on the way home for dinner.

We got a late start yesterday, so we at breakfast (bacon, eggs, toast) around 10:30. We talked briefly about heading to the grocery store, but decided to wait until after lunch. We took down the Christmas crap instead.

So, after that, we ate lunch (ramen noodles...yum) and sat around a little too long. Then when we finally made it to Target for groceries, the kids were getting hungry, tired, and super cranky. It wasn't easy to resist the temptation of Chick Fil A, but we managed.

Oh, and I haven't had a Dr. Pepper since New Year's Eve. That in itself could be a whole blog.