Things to do today

August 29, 2008

1.  Make breakfast and force feed it to a pikcy 2.5 year old

2.  Attempt to clean the kitchen

3.  Entertain two 2.5 year olds and an 8 year old

4.  Give the kitchen another ago

5.  Make lunch for two 2.5 year olds who half way through eating it decide they want cereal instead

6.  Put two 2.5 year olds down for a nap and run up and down the stairs every 5 minutes to keep putting them back because they will most likley spend the 1.5 hrs trying to get out of their cribs

7.  Entertain two 2.5 year old, an 8 year old and a 16 month old

8.  Realise that I planned nothing for dinner and its too late to start now…scrambeled eggs anyone?

9.  Clean up the playroom, vaccum, wash the floors and give that kitchen one last try

10.  Jump in the shower, get dressed up and go celebrate my sister’s birthday 😀


Is it friday yet?

August 27, 2008

I stayed up way too late last night watching pointless YouTube videos about the 2012 doomsday theory.

In effect I overslept and woke up at 8:45 a.m…the daycare opens at 9:00 a.m.

At 8:47 a.m.  my husband calls.

Husband: Can you call Home Depot for me??

Me:  Huh? (Still half asleep)

Husband:  Ask them if they carry 1/4 inch cement boards and what sizes.

Me:  Uh…sure, after I do that can you call Shoppers and ask them what type of yeast infection creams they carry?

If I’m supposed to call and ask about contruction materials then he might as well be an expert on hygiene products.


August 14, 2008

The following post may contain language that may be offensive to some readers. 

A while ago Mikey and Ella (2.5 yrs) were having a particularly whiny day and being generally skittish.  Vanessa (8 yrs) said something that somehow frightened them and they began to whine.  That’s when Vanessa made a rather shocking generalization.


“You guys are such pussies!”


It took me a few seconds to register the words that came out of her mouth.


“Excuse me?” I asked her.


“What?”  She stared at me blankly. “They’re being pussies.”


She truly looked confused at the fact that I was so shocked by what she was saying.


So I ask her, “Do you know what that word means?”


She enlightens me by offering the following explanation.


“You know, like a cat, scaredy cat, pussy cat, scaredy pussy cat, so they’re pussies.”


There you go.  An innocent child and an adult perspective make for two very different interpretations.


And no, I did not explain to her what I thought she was referring to.

In the bedroom…

July 30, 2008

For this one post I am going to let you take a peek into my bedroom.  I will share a bedroom secret with you.  This secret will allow you to spend an amazing night with your husband and you both will awake the next morning renewed.


Are you ready for it?


It just involves a small piece of fixture.  Get yourself a CILIENG FAN!

Out of pure luck I discovered that this wonderful piece hanging from my ceiling had the magical ability to stop my husband from snoring!


I have this odd fear of ceiling fans.  For some reason I imagine them falling down while spinning and chopping me into little pieces as I sleep.  The fear didn’t go away even after my husband explained to me that it is impossible for that to happen.  He even demonstrated it to me by sticking his hand between the blades as they spun, where they promptly stopped, and to my disbelief he still had all his fingers.


My husband is a snorer, and at least 30% of adults and perhaps as many as 50% of people in some demographics snore.(  If I don’t fall asleep before he does I’m in for a horrible night.  If he gets a few drinks in him before he goes to sleep, then no amount of poking, turning him over and yelling from me will work.


On one particularly frustrating night I even took a video of him snoring.  I would totally post it but then he would kill me so I won’t.  It does sound similar to this though



About a month ago we were having a horrible hot night here in Toronto.  Our A/C completely sucks and we had somewhat of a sauna upstairs.  My husband was happily snoring away while I lay there wondering if the effort to smother him with a pillow would be worth it since it was so damn hot.


I finally got up and went to turn on the light.  My plan was to wake him up completely, knocking him out of sleepiness, so that when I lay back down I would have a sufficient amount of time to fall asleep.  The switch got screwy and instead of the light the ceiling fan came on full speed.  Instantly the snoring stopped.  I was in shock.  It can’t be that easy can it?  The cool air blowing directly down at that loud mouth stopped him from snoring.


Now, as soon as he starts his annoying loud breathing slash nose whistling (which we all know eventually leads to the freight train sounds) I just turn on the ceiling fan. 


I just make sure to sleep all the way by the wall.  According to my calculation, if it were to fall down the blades won’t reach me there.

I don’t cook….well. I hate cooking and it hates me. I can make a simple dinner but try and get me to do some type of artsy, fancy baking you might end up with something like my last attempt at baking

Today I was reading about Amy’sadventures with giant zucchinis and I suddenly remembered that I had some in my fridge. I have no idea how they got there since I didn’t buy them. I was definitely not feeling adventurous enough to make zucchini bread but I had to do something with it.

Then I remembered the one and only time in my life that I actually ate zucchini. It was a few years back in Europe when I was staying with some of DH’s family. They peeled it, sliced it and battered it in egg and breadcrumbs and fried it up. It wasn’t OH MY GOD type of delicious, I actually didn’t really recall the taste.

Considering that I had two large zucchini’s in my fridge, and I was rather bored , I decided to fry it up. First I used plain and then I used Italian breadcrumbs. The plain is better.

Again, nothing amazing happened in my mouth once I ate it but it was pretty good. And I’m just really proud of myself that I cooked something just for the hell of it and not because I had to.

Shopping bags…

July 21, 2008

Picture this.  I’m walking out of Walmart.  My cart is packed so high that I can’t see straight ahead.  I’m about to cross the walkway toward the parking lot when my cart hits a snag somewhere in front.  Again, keep in mind that I can’t see the front of the cart.  I look down and see a very tiny rise in the pavement.  Assuming I snagged that I back up and push the cart a little bit harder hoping it will jump the snag.  I’m still stuck, so this time I RAM the cart, grabbing some boxes that are about to fall off.  Around the third time my sister finally asks me what in the world I am doing.  Turns out I was slamming my cart into one of these…


This would explain why people were looking at me like THAT. 

Also, note to self:  Do not go shopping for women products with your two year old son.  As I threw a pack  of pads into my basket at Zellers the other day, Mikey decided to point at them and yell at loud as possible “Look, Mommy’s diapers!!!”

Louder please

July 17, 2008

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.


June 7, 2008

It has been 5 days since I have had a cigarette.  Everyone around me smokes and yet I haven’t even taken a drag.  Though I will admit I asked for one from my sister but she refused to share.  I have not had a drag even though Mikey is cutting his last molars and being a complete PIA.  I have not  had a drag even though we had a death in the family of someone I was very close to.

Day 3 was pretty bad as is today.

I remember people telling me that it takes 48 hours for the nicotine to clear your body, then I read it  can take up to 42 hours.  Today I read it can take anywhere from 2-4 weeks.  I haven’t even cleared a week yet, I don’t know how I’m supposed to go forever.

A fun fact about qutting smoking that I learned today.

The diziness is just your brain getting too much oxygen…that explains it.


It’s worth it…

June 3, 2008

I’ll be nicotinne free for 36 hrs in about 20 minutes.  They say it takes 48 hrs for it to leave your body and the rest is in your mind.  I hope they’re right.

So please forgive me if I won’t be updating for a while as I am now spending most of my days doing EVERYTHING to keep my hands busy and though my body works, my mind seems to be shutting down.

Wish me luck!


May 9, 2008

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.