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  • Sunday, February 28, 2010

    Jonesing For Spring Break...

    Even though I've only been back at work for a month from my maternity leave, I'm already counting the days until Spring Break at the end of March. Don't get me wrong; it's not that I'm having a rough time at work or anything. I'm just looking forward to spending some quality time with my family. I love them all so much.

    Spring cleaning is on my To-Do List. It's nice to cleanse and purge, at least once a year. There's so much here to purge, though. I don't even know where to begin, so I'm making a list of things I want to tackle on my week off. It's not going to be easy, but I'll make it happen. Duh. Who am I?!

    After Spring Break, I'll begin my countdown until the end of the school year, knowing that I'll have the whole summer with my entire family. Oh, the things we're going to do! I simply can't wait!

    It's good to be me right now.

    Saturday, February 27, 2010

    That's My Girl...

    Yesterday, Liv wrote a book (yes, a book) about Hubby.

    Once upon a time there was a boy named Papa. He fell down and broke his knee and had to go to the doctor. The doctor told him he needed to rest.

    The next morning, he cut the cheese. So he went to the bathroom and splattered all over the place. And when he sneezed, there was blood all over. So he had to go to the nose doctor.

    I told her that her story was very creative, but it made me scared. She told me not to worry because it has a happy ending.

    The next night, he lived happily ever after. The End.

    That's my girl, people. That's my girl.

    Friday, February 26, 2010


    This morning, I have preschool parent-teacher conferences for Jack and Liv. Unfortunately, I have to take an unpaid day off from work to go. I have no sick days because I used all of them on my maternity leave. And we can't take personal days before a holiday; Monday is Pulaski Day, so the schools are closed.

    I would gladly take an unpaid day off in order to meet with my kids' teachers to discuss their progress. My number one job is Mom and I take it seriously. My kids are my highest priority. As a teacher, I know the importance of parent involvement and see what happens to kids when there is none. Anything I can do to ensure that there are open lines of communication between us and their teachers is worth more than any money I could've made today. While I love my job, I love my kids much more and I need them to know that I am there when they need me. Their education is very important to me, as is any way I can help them with it.

    And that's that.

    Thursday, February 25, 2010

    The Two Greatest Qualities In Life...

    ...are patience and wisdom. Heh.

    Wednesday, February 24, 2010

    Not Too Fast...

    We tried a little rice cereal with Liesl and Leia the other day. They were not very amused by it. Instead, they wanted to nurse and were flipping mad about seeing a spoon come at their face. They wanted to see a nipple, instead.

    I'm okay with that, though. And a part of me is a bit relieved that they wanted me instead of the cereal. We'll try again with it another day, probably at a different time of day.

    And for now, I'll just keep snuggling and nursing them as often as I can because I know this precious time flies by so quickly. There's no need to rush things. They'll be ready soon enough.


    Tuesday, February 23, 2010

    Who Needs Sleep?...

    This pretty much sums it up for me today. I've been having crazy nightmares lately. It must be stress. Sigh...

    Monday, February 22, 2010

    Where My Mind Is...

    We had a mini-snowstorm here last night, so I figured I'd post a picture of some Maui scenery. I may not be there physically, but my mind sure is today. It wasn't the snowfall they'd warned us about; there was no blizzard, after all. Nevertheless, rather than look out the window at the snow we got, I think I'll just stare at this picture and pretend I'm there for a while. Heh.

    Sunday, February 21, 2010


    The other day, Livie became frustrated because she didn't know how to read. She opened a book and it made her sad that she didn't know how to read the words. Even though I'd told her that it takes a lot of time and practice to learn how to read, she wasn't satisfied with that. So, I sat down with her and had her look at the word, "she." I had her sound out each letter and told her that when an "s" and and "h" are put together, they make the "sh" sound. Seconds later, she realized it was the word, "she," and became overjoyed. She had read her first word, other than all of our names, which she knows already.

    We all read in this house. The kids are exposed to books and reading materials every day. Frankly, they love it because it's such a big part of their natural environment. It makes me sad, though, when I think of all the kids out there that aren't raised in an atmosphere that encourages reading.

    I'm raising readers because I think it's important. Jack and Liv like to go to their bookshelf, grab a book, and sit on the couch with it. They don't have the ability to read it yet, but they're emergent readers right now. They will learn soon. In an age where it's easy to have a screen just pour information into your head without you having to think about it, I think it's critical to be able to use our own imagination to interpret the printed word on our own. Anyone can watch a movie, but we always know that the book is always so much better. Why? It's because a book will force us to activate different parts of our brain to interpret what we're reading. It's a lot like the way reading music and learning how to play it opens up pathways in our brain we didn't know were there.

    Livie loves being read to, but she craves so much more. She wants to be able to do it by herself and she's very determined to do it one day. Jack can already spell so many words that I've lost count. This tells me that I'm doing a good job. I've recently bought several sets of flashcards with Dolch words on them, phonics, etc. and Hubby practices them with the kids every day. I have a feeling that once they know basic phonics, they'll be on their way to reading more and more on their own with time and practice. Once they have the tools to read, they'll be able to use them everywhere they go.

    It's another milestone that I'm glad to help them accomplish.

    Saturday, February 20, 2010

    Breaking Balls...

    If it's one thing I absolutely cannot stand, it's laziness. I hate it when people try to skate by doing as little as possible and shoving extra work onto others. It pisses me off to no end. So, what do I do about it? I break balls.

    Breaking balls comes naturally to me. It's the one thing, aside from being unbelievably organized, I'm really good at.

    The squeaky wheel really does get the oil. I learned that from the best. Thanks, Mom. Because of you, I don't ever get stepped on. We may be little, but we are fierce.

    Friday, February 19, 2010

    I Bark AND I Bite...

    Getting the twins' social security numbers was anything but easy. After 18 weeks, I got fed up with waiting and went to the office, which is a clusterfuck. I had applied for their SSN's again, just in case the hospital had fucked that up, too (like they fucked up Leia's name on her birth certificate, which had to be corrected...and what a horror show that was, since she couldn't get insured without her name being correct on her birth certificate!). As it turns out, the birth registrar at the hospital was in charge of birth certificates AND applying for social security numbers...and she didn't apply for the numbers for my girls. That's what the social security office told me. If she had, it never would've taken 20 WEEKS to get them!

    I hounded the social security office for 2 weeks, calling just about every single day just to make sure no one was forgetting about me. It's funny because I would call them and they knew who I was every single time; they even remembered the babies' names and birthdate, too, without having to ask me. The supervisor had to get involved, too. Before I knew it, the girls had official numbers in the system, but it had nothing to do with anyone busting their ass to get them but me. Now that they have social security numbers, we can actually claim them on our 2009 taxes, which I was able to finish Wednesday night. Ch-ching!

    When it comes to my kids, I am a raging pit bull. Don't ever forget that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to write a letter of complaint to the hospital about that birth registrar and how her errors could've cost me thousands of dollars, not to mention all the time I spent waiting because of her incompetence. I wonder who else she fucked over... There were fifteen babies born there within 48 hours of my twins, which included three other sets of twins! I bet we weren't the only ones she screwed up.

    When I get done sending that letter, that hospital is going to remember me very, very well. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Grrrrrrrr!

    Thursday, February 18, 2010

    Funny Classified Ads...

    These classifieds actually ran in a Minneapolis newspaper - a smile for your day. The last one is, by far, the funniest to me. Heh.

    Complete set of Encyclopedia Britannica, 45 volumes. Excellent condition. $1,000 or best offer No longer needed, Got married last month. Wife knows everything

    8-years old. Hateful little bastard. Bites!

    1/2 Cocker Spaniel, 1/2 sneaky neighbor's dog.

    Mother, AKC German Shepherd.
    Father, Super Dog. Able to leap tall fences in a single bound.

    Looks like a rat. Been out a while.
    Better be a big reward.

    Also 1 gay bull for sale..

    $300 Hardly used, call Chubby.

    California grown - 89 cents/lb.

    Must sell washer and dryer $300.

    Worn once by mistake... Call Stephanie.

    Did any of these make YOU smile?

    Wednesday, February 17, 2010

    Which Type Of Learner Are You?...

    Eight Styles of Learning

    Linguistic Learner
    • likes to: read, write and tell stories.
    • is good at: memorizing names, places, dates and trivia.
    • learns best by: saying, hearing and seeing words.

    Logical/Mathematical Learner
    • likes to: do experiments, figure things out, work with numbers, ask questions and explore patterns and relationships.
    • is good at: math, reasoning, logic and problem solving.
    • learns best by: categorizing, classifying and working with abstract patterns/relationships.

    Spatial Learner
    • likes to: draw, build, design and create things, daydream, look at pictures/slides, watch movies and play with machines.
    • is good at: imagining things, sensing changes, mazes/puzzles and reading maps, charts.
    • learns best by: visualizing, dreaming, using the mind's eye and working with colors/pictures.

    Musical Learner
    • likes to: sing, hum tunes, listen to music, play an instrument and respond to music.
    • is good at: picking up sounds, remembering melodies, noticing pitches/rhythms and keeping time.
    • learns best by: rhythm, melody and music.

    Bodily/Kinesthetic Learner
    • likes to: move around, touch and talk and use body language.
    • is good at: physical activities (sports/dance/acting) and crafts.
    • learns best by: touching, moving, interacting with space and processing knowledge through bodily sensations.

    Naturalistic Learner
    • likes to: be outside, with animals, geography, and weather; interacting with the surroundings .
    • is good at: categorizing, organizing a living area, planning a trip, preservation, and conservation.
    • learns best by: studying natural phenomenon, in a natural setting, learning about how things work.

    Interpersonal Learner
    • likes to: have lots of friends, talk to people and join groups.
    • is good at: understanding people, leading others, organizing, communicating, manipulating and mediating conflicts.
    • learns best by: sharing, comparing, relating, cooperating and interviewing.

    Intrapersonal Learner
    • likes to: work alone and pursue own interests.
    • is good at: understanding self, focusing inward on feelings/dreams, following instincts, pursuing interests/goals and being original.
    • learns best by: working alone, individualized projects, self-paced instruction and having own space.

    Tuesday, February 16, 2010

    So Here I Am...

    Four friends spend weeks planning the perfect girls getaway trip- shopping, casinos, massages, facials.

    Two days before the group is to leave Mary's husband puts his foot down and tells her she isn't going.

    Mary's friends are very upset that she can't go, but what can they do.

    Two days later the three get to the hotel only to find Mary sitting in the bar drinking a glass of wine.

    "Wow, how long you been here and how did you talk your husband into letting you go?"

    "Well, I've been here since last night. Yesterday evening I was sitting on the couch and my husband came up behind me and put his hands over my eyes and said 'Guess who'?" I pulled his hands off to find all he was wearing was his birthday suit. He took my hand and led me to our bedroom.

    The room was scented with perfume, had two dozen candles and rose petals all over. On the bed, he had handcuffs and ropes! He told me to tie and cuff him to the bed, so I did. And then he said, "Now, you can do whatever you want."

    "So, here I am." Heh.

    Monday, February 15, 2010


    I never thought I could be so tired. It was a fun-filled, jam-packed four-day weekend for me. It seems like even though I'm off from work, I'm still running around. I just can't stop to breathe sometimes. I get my annual physical later on this morning. Yay...more running around.

    I'm so tired, I can't even think. Gah! There are a million things to do, so I make lists. And the list never seems to end; it just gets longer and longer. Even though I only tackle one thing at a time, it still feels overwhelming at times. Yeesh.

    We have a busy home. Two preschoolers, infant twins, home projects, work stuff, day-t0-day can get to me if I let it. I try not to; making lists helps me prioritize.

    Right now, my brain feels like scrambled egg. I need a long winter's nap. It's doubtful I'll get one. It's not on the list. Heh.

    Sunday, February 14, 2010

    So Much Fun!...

    Jack had an AWESOME birthday party yesterday! It was better than I thought it would be! He got lots of cool toys and lots of cool clothes. Today, we're recovering from all the fun!

    Have a great day, folks! Happy Valentine's Day!

    Saturday, February 13, 2010


    I'm very aggravated, but I'm trying not to let it get to me too much. There's so much going on right now, so much red tape, so much in my way. I'm trying really, really hard to keep my head on straight, but sometimes it's just too much. I've made a list of all that I have to tackle and I'm trying so hard not to let it all get the better of me. It's not easy, I tell ya. I'm trying, though. That's all that counts.

    Hubby's severance package never went through because someone at HR fucked up; the twins still don't have social security numbers, which prevents us from claiming them on our 2009 tax return and we could really use the money right now; I have to make sure our health care benefits are reinstated so they don't expire since my maternity leave ended...the list can go on and on. I'm just overwhelmed right now.

    And today is Jack's birthday party. He got four shots at the doctor yesterday; the twins got two shots each (one shot was a 3-in-1 type deal); and Livie got one. I'm waiting for reactions, basically. And I hope none of the kids have any. It's just a normal day in the Eatmisery household...NOT!

    I'm overwhelmed by things that are totally out of my control and I can't stand it right now. I have a house to clean before the party this afternoon, so I need to get on that ASAP. The rest has to wait until Tuesday because Monday is a holiday. Aaaarrrggghhh!

    I need a long hot bath, a glass of wine, and some silence in this house...none of which I'll get. Calgon, take me away!

    Friday, February 12, 2010

    No Rest For The Wicked...

    On Tuesday, Jack and Liv will be celebrating Valentine's Day with their classmates because there's no school on Monday. So, I've got a big project for them on Monday.

    They're going to make homemade valentines.

    I've got a plethora of hearts of different sizes in pink, purple, and red construction paper and we're going to make a mess with them and a bunch of glue! I'm so excited! I'll have them make heart wreaths for all their teachers and aides, too. I love their school and I am grateful that they have such wonderful people working with them everyday, so I want to show them that they are truly appreciated. I think that's very important. Plus, it's a great lesson for Jack and Liv, too.

    It's a jam-packed four-day weekend for me. Today, Jack, Liesl, and Leia have doctor appointments for their check-ups. Liv will go along for the hell of it. She'll enjoy the outing. And Jack's birthday party is tomorrow afternoon. So, the next several days are going to be quite busy for us.

    No rest for the wicked, right?

    Thursday, February 11, 2010

    Just Because You Can, Doesn't Mean You Should...

    I am a firm believer that not all people should have children. Some people are just absolutely clueless when it comes to raising kids. Those people should be glad that I'm not in charge of the government because I would institute the following in order for people to earn the right to reproduce:

    *Mandatory sterilization at birth for everyone
    *Mandatory parenting classes that you have to pass with an "A" only
    *The equivalent of student teaching, which I would call "Student Parenting," to ensure that people who want to reproduce have clinical experience in being a parent (all responsibilities included) before they attempt it

    I have respect for people who know they just shouldn't be parents and willingly choose not to be. There are enough adults out there pretending to be good parents and are anything but that. I really feel that Parenthood is a right you need to earn and not a privilege. Just because you can, doesn't mean you should. Think about all the rigamarole that people go through in order to adopt a child. They are put through the ringer to prove that they are fit. So, how come an unfit junkie, for example, can have multiple children from multiple different fathers, neglect them all, and still be called a Mother? That's no mother. Right? There are so many childless couples out there, gay and straight, who deserve to be parents, but for governmental or medical reasons cannot. Where is the sense in that?

    Anything to add? Discuss.

    Wednesday, February 10, 2010

    Snow, Snow, & More Snow...

    It has been snowing like crazy here pretty steadily for over a day now. There must be at least a foot of snow on the ground. I'm waiting to see if the school system I work for will actually be closed. I'm not holding my breath, though. Last time we had a snow day, it was 1999 and 18.5" made it impossible for school buses to pick up students. Our school system was closed for three days, making our winter break a little bit longer.

    It'll be a cold day in hell before that ever happens again. Sigh...

    Off to work I go!

    Tuesday, February 09, 2010

    Mr. Mom...

    It's nice having Hubby home all the time. It's going so much better than I ever thought it would. The kids are well taken care of; the house is clean; the laundry is always done; he cooks almost every day. He's doing a wonderful job being Mr. Mom.

    I know it can't last forever, but for the next few years (probably until the twins go to school), he's going to be home and it's a great place to be...for all of us.

    Way to go, Hubby!

    Monday, February 08, 2010


    It wasn't so long ago that I held him in my arms after he was born. We'd had a rough delivery, but he and I made it through together. My only son... It sounds funny saying that. My only son...

    Jack turns five years old today. I keep wondering where all this time has gone. Wasn't he just a baby? Wasn't he just lying in that bassinet? Apparently, five years and three sisters later, he's a big boy now. My only son...

    I love him for all that he is and all that he ever will be. That boy's a genius. He's got his quirks, but he's a mad scientist in the making. He is my boy, my firstborn, my only son...

    He's the one who gave me my title first...Mom. I learn something from him every single day. He and I think alike at times. I know exactly what he's thinking and exactly what his next move is going to be at any given moment. He can surprise me, though. He keeps me on my toes. He's always going to be a baby to me. My baby.

    I can't believe he's five now. I wish I could just stop time and keep him little forever. Do they really have to grow up? There's so much life inside him and so much ahead in his future. I love him with every fiber of my being. This boy is one-of-a-kind and he amazes me every day. Those eyes of his can see through anyone.

    Jack has come such a long way in such a short time. I see great things ahead for him. And I'm so glad he made me his Mom.

    Happy Birthday, Jack! You have taught me more than any textbook ever could.

    Sunday, February 07, 2010

    Real Mothers...

    Real Mothers don't eat quiche;
    They don't have time to make it.

    Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
    Are probably in the sandbox.

    Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
    Filthy ovens and happy kids.

    Real Mothers know that dried play dough
    Doesn't come out of carpets.

    Real Mothers don't want to know what
    The vacuum just sucked up....

    Real Mothers sometimes ask "Why me?"
    And get their answer when a little
    Voice says, "Because I love you best..."

    Real Mothers know that a child's growth
    Is not measured by height or years or grade...
    It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother........

    The Images of Mother:

    4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!

    8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!

    12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn’t know everything!

    14 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother? She wouldn’t have a clue.
    16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's so five minutes ago.

    18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!

    25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!

    35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.

    45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?

    65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom...

    The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair..

    The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
    Because that is the doorway to her heart,
    The place where love resides.
    The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
    But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
    It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she
    Shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

    Saturday, February 06, 2010


    My daughter, Liv, is a clever girl. The other day, she tried blaming her brother for something that she had done. I knew she'd done it, but she said something very clever in her defense.

    She said, "But did you SEE me do it? You didn't SEE me do it, so I didn't do it." Crafty, she is, for a three-year-old. I sincerely hope she doesn't choose a career in politics!

    Poor Jack. It's not easy to be her brother.

    Friday, February 05, 2010


    Since going back to work from maternity leave this past Monday, I have been thrown into a clusterfuck of a situation. The substitute who took over for me was much, much more lenient than me and was not able to complete as much with them because of it. Consequently, I'm expecting very low test scores this year from this group, especially since I only see them another 11 times before our state testing begins. Thank goodness I won't be responsible for these results. Ugh. I'll do what I can with them and I hope it's enough to make a dent. I run a pretty tight ship, so I'm hoping for the best.

    And it's a good thing I'm pretty smart and have excellent time management skills because I've already been bombarded with testing, meetings in the middle of the day, graduation picture day, all on top of trying to get a handle on students I've never met and do not know yet. Yeesh. I've never come back from a maternity leave in the middle of a school year. It's not easy. These students have habits that are already established, so I have to retrain them to rise to my expectations. Kids love structure even if they don't tell you that. I'm confident they'll thrive in my room. It's just a shame that the sub had classroom management skills that were lacking.

    So far, the routine at home has been going quite well. Jack and Liv get to school before any of their friends; I have to do that in order to get to work on time. It's working out, though. Jack has had some of the best days because of it. His sensory stuff is gone by the time the other kids get there, so his focus is incredible! I'm so happy to hear that from his teachers. Just 20-30 minutes early can really make his day at school a great one. He's able to get his sensory issues out of his system and greet his friends when they come to class. Both Jack and Liv are thriving because of it. I couldn't be prouder.

    And thank goodness everything is going well for Hubby at home. It makes it easier for me when I get home from work. I don't have to walk into a clusterfuck at home at all because it's all under control, like I knew it would be.

    Eventually, work will get better and I'll get used to the routine there. This is only my fifth day back, but I think I'm doing pretty well, so far. Cross your fingers.

    Thursday, February 04, 2010

    Eleven Years Ago...

    Nineteen years ago, I met my best friend. Eleven years ago, I married him in Maui. One apartment, two dogs, four cars, one house, and four children later and it still feels like we just met.
    Happy Anniversary, Hubby! You make my heart feel super happy.

    Wednesday, February 03, 2010

    Is It Possible?...

    Lately, Leia has been sticking her tongue out a lot, drooling like mad, and playing with her lower gums. She tugs pretty hard while breastfeeding, too. She loves, loves, loves when I rub her lower gums, though. Is it possible she could be teething already?

    From what I've researched, it is entirely possible that she is teething. They say somewhere between four to seven months old, babies start the teething process. Now, this doesn't mean she's going to sprout a tooth tomorrow or even next week. It just means that she's aware that something is going on inside her mouth. It's just a matter of time.

    Liesl is doing the same thing, but not to the extent that Leia is. I can only hope the twins don't teethe the way Jack did, in clusters, EIGHT at one time! Ugh. That was tough...on everyone. And he was cutting all those teeth when I went back to work from maternity leave. It was not an easy time. Heh.

    Could it be, people? Could it be that my babies are starting the process of getting pearly whites? So soon? My goodness, they were JUST born! Okay, maybe not JUST born, but they're FOUR months old!

    I'm sooooooo not ready for this...TIMES TWO! Yikes!

    Tuesday, February 02, 2010

    My Real Job...

    Yes, I survived my first day back at work. I didn't think I'd die, but it was no fun being there. I missed my friends and was glad to see them. However, it's not the same as being home, surrounded by the love that tiny hands and feet bring to me.

    Work. It's come to that. Work. Yeah, it's my career, but it takes a backseat to my "real" job...Mom.

    I miss my kids. I want to go home.

    Monday, February 01, 2010

    The Fat Lady Has Sung...

    ...and it's time for me to go back to work today. Sigh.

    The kids are in great hands, at home with Hubby, whose title is now "Stay-at-Home Dad." Nevertheless, I'm still a nervous wreck and it has nothing to do with him.

    I'm Mama. I miss my babies. Sigh...

    This is going to be a rough day for me.