The TRUTH about motherhood

We went to Baskin Robins the other day, 31 flavours of ice cream and the kids always get the blue or the orange.

The kids don’t care much for the ice cream to be honest.  They love to the take the ice cream cone and feed the little birds.  Mikey has gotten really good at scaring the crap out of them.  He drops a bit of the ice cream cone, waits…and then runs at the bird screaming like a wild animal.

There’s a Tim Horton’s next door and one of the employees was eating his/her lunch.  (The reason for the dash..I honestly couldn’t tell, really)  She/he had the nerve to turn to our kids and tell them “Knock it  off”  I guess he/she was referring to their joyous laughter and squealing.

You’re not at a black tie restaurant, you’re outside an ice cream store.  That is one place where not many people would be expecting for kids to sit quietly.

If we are at a restaurant or anywhere else, I am the mother that will take my screaming two year old to finish off his tantrum in the ladies washroom.  But outside the ice cream store he can be as loud as he pleases.

So I did what I think a lot of people would do in my situation.  I called Mikey over and asked him to scream as loud as he can at the birds…and then Ella joined in.  2 two year old screaming and squealing at the top of their lungs.  One rare time where it was music to my ears.

It makes me ashamed how I complain about my problems when I get news like this.  This news has hit me so hard.  Help me pray for this family and hug your children extra tight. 

Many of the blogs I’m reading are doing this so I thought I would give it a try

1. My real name is Dorota

2. I prefer to be called Dorothy

3. Better yet, Dori is what most people call me

4. I moved to Canada when I was 7

5. I met my husband on a visit to Poland after not being there for almost 12 years

6. We were in a long distance relationship for a year before we got married

7. And a year after we got married

8. I lived in Poland with him for about 6mos and couldn’t stand it

9. I’m a true Torontonian and couldn’t imagine living anywhere else

10. I used to love to write and actually had a talent for it

11. I think pregnancy ate some of that talent

12. Mikey was a total and complete surprise but he’s the best thing that ever happened to me

13. I love cats

14. I love watching documentaries

15. And musicals

16. I’m tone deaf, cannot sing for the life of me

17. I’m not artistic

18. Or crafty

19. or athletic

20. the above things I can do on a two year old level and that is why I think I am such a good early childhood educator

21. I will be the first person in our family, EVER, in 100s of years, to graduate from College

22. I also hold that title for being the 1st high school graduate

23. I hate my curly hair

24. I love my hair straightener

25. I hate clothes and shoe shopping

26. I love shopping for make-up

27. I don’t spend money responsibly and have a hard time sticking to a budget

28. I have a few bad habits that I need to quit

29. My personal hell is folding laundry

30. If given the opportunity I could easily sleep in to 2pm

31. my dream is to visit Rome and Egypt

32. I have a huge interest in WWII history

33.The only famous person I ever met was Jordan Knight from New Kids on the Block

34. I hate decorating and am getting a panic attack just thinking about our upcoming move into a new house

35. I could eat pasta all day, for breakfast, lunch, dinner…and sometimes I do

36. Mikey is a spirited child

37. I get coffee craving daily but don’t actually drink it

38. I’m not into nature and would pick a crowded mall over a walk in the woods

39. I refuse to stay at home alone after dark

40. Mirrors creep me out at night and I avoid looking at them on my way tot he washroom

41. I’m thinking of opening a large scale day care

42. I own three pairs of shoes not including flip-flops

43. I own two purses

44. That is proof how much I dislike shopping

45. I’m not planning on having any more children

46. We are getting a puppy in about two months (think I’m trying to tell my biological clock to shut up?

47. I would love to be on an episode of the amazing race

48. The only times I have been out of the country are the few visits to Poland, a grade 8 trip to Washington DC and a layover in Heathrow Airport

49. I love card and board games

50. I’m 24

Here’s a quick video my sister took of me during the Bon Jovi concert

http://s27.photobucket.com/albums/c187/mapleleafsgirl/?action=view&current=deadoralive.flv

So Tasha posted about apple dumplings on her blog the other day.  they seemed easy enough to make, even for someone as culinary-ly challenged as me.  I made them today and well…ummm.  I didn’t bother taking a picture of them because they looked NOTHING like they should have.  I do know where I went wrong and I might try making them some other day.

I baked them way too long.  I put on too much cinnamon which totally threw off the colour and instead of checking if the top was crispy I assumed it wasn’t.  Secondly, I didn’t put in enough mountain dew.  They didn’t taste AWFUL, but I expected them to be just a bit better.

In other news, I finally picked up my Bon Jovi tickets.  I’m very excited.  Not because I like Bon Jovi, it was the husband’s dream to go, but because I can get out of the house for half the night kid free I’ll sit through anything. 

The husband was just peering over my shoulder and asked me if I’m writing about what a wonderful husband he is.  So for his sake I will write about our little outing to the walk in clinic last night.  

A few days ago as I was vigorously brushing my teeth I somehow did something that made the toothbrush slip and I hit my gum, hard.  The next day my gum was sore but I didn’t think much of it.  Fast forward to yesterday and I thought I was going to die.  My gum hurt so much, it felt like someone was drilling my teeth.  I couldn’t talk let alone eat.  So off we go to see a doctor, who was nice enough to tell me to take some Tylenol and wait it out.  I wanted to kill him.  Tylenol??? I’ve been taking so many of those for the pain that they probably weren’t working anymore!

By the time we get out of there my head is throbbing and I can barley see through the pain.  The husband is walking a bit ahead of me towards the car and starts heading towards the passenger door.  I’m shocked and amazed thinking “He’s so sweet, he’s going to open the car door for me”  Something he hasn’t done since our wedding day mind you.  I come closer, look up and see that he’s wiping off the side mirror.  He finishes and goes and sits down in the driver’s side while I’m still standing there in front of a closed door.  My husband…so sweet, thoughtful and romantic.

So school has finally started for me again and for the past two days I have been up before dawn and its quickly catching up with me. 

I’m not used to waking up so early and I’m not used to sitting on my ass for three hours per class!!!  I can honestly say by the end of my first class on Monday my ass hurt….like LITERALLY hurt.

A few of the classes are semi interesting and bearable but a majority of them are like a visit to the dentist…painful to say the least.

Monday’s I’m at school from 9 to 6.  Take into account that it takes me 1.5 hours to travel each way you can assume that my day is pretty much screwy to begin with.  Now imagine after such a long day your last class is with the world’s most annoying teacher.  Now I have absolutely nothing against this teacher personally, just her actual teaching style kills me.  She gets sooooooo incredibly off topic that it took her the whole 3 hour period to go through  about 3 power point slides.  I swear everyone looked like they were in physical pain by the time her class was over.

You can all pretty much assume that most of my entries are now going to be filled with rants about school since that will consume the next 3 months of my life.  Especially once I start field practice.  If this semester will be as messed up as last semester then I will have TONS to write about.

Here’s a cute video of Mikey dancing the hokey pokey or however you spell it.  Please don’t make fun of him for the hat.  Then again, why would you make fun of him, I’m his mother and I’m the one that dresses him.  The point is that he insisted on wearing Ella’s hat so keep in mind that its not part of his daily wardrobe.