Four Thirty AM Cake Ball Coma

A few things...

Why is it that on days the boys and I can sleep in they always wake up at the crack of dawn? But on days we have to get up and go I can't hardly drag them out of bed? Like on Saturday, they were all awake at 6:30 but Sunday, I had to wake every one of them up at 7:30 and make them get out of bed for church. Today is a 3 hour fog delay, they don't have to be to school until 11:00am they were all up at 6:40. Not that today it really matters much to me, I was up at 4:30 to send JC off to work. I was not planning on going back to bed, but I kind of was looking forward to the quiet time alone.

Monday was JC's first day at his new job. He likes it okay, but it will take some getting use to being an employee and not the boss. I have a guilt thing going on though. I get up at 4:30 to prepare breakfast, pack his lunch etc. when he leaves sometimes I want to crawl back under the covers, it's warm there, and sleep until the kids get up, but I can't. I feel so guilty that he is having to be up that I feel like I should be up too. I also feel guilty if I am doing nothing. i.e. right now, sitting at the desk blogging while he is bustin' his bum making a living for us...totally feeling the guilt. I have started accomplishing so much during the day while he is gone. When he was home "doing nothing" I did nothing, well not nothing I have four boys and a husband to care for after all, but not as much as I should have been doing. Now I accomplish so much that by 2 pm I am walking around wondering what else I can do to stay busy, because I can't sit down and relax, that would not be fair, JC is not sitting down relaxing. Then I remember I should probably pick up my kids from school. Then I wonder how long I could leave them there before the school calls me to come get them. I find out, not more than 10 min. There is homework to do, snacks to get and dinner to start. When all that is done I still find myself walking around the house just looking for something to do that makes me feel like I am being productive.

Yesterday, I made cake balls as a way of "being productive". This guilt thing of mine could so be a bad thing. When I run out of things to do I usually end up puttering around in the kitchen. More food is the last thing JC and I both need. We were actually going to use this new chapter in our lives to start getting healthier. You know, not sitting at the computer all day, doing nothing but snacking and hoping that clicking the mouse burns off an insane amount of calories. Looks like I am going to have to find a new hobby, but not before I try the cake balls with Red Velvet cake, Cream Cheese frosting and White Chocolate coating. I think I will also make a batch for my dad with German Chocolate cake, German Chocolate frosting and Carmel coating rolled in toasted coconut and pecans. Oooo maybe a batch with Fudge cake, Mint frosting and Dark Chocolate coating....Ohh the possibilities!

How do you spell spoiled? D-U-B!

I woke up Rub to take him to the bathroom before I went to bed last night. Well, as woke up as a four year old gets at midnight. I stood behind him at the toilet because I learned early on that kids never really wake up all the way for these late night bathroom visits and have a tendency to walk away from the toilet still spraying or just fail to aim completely. Since he was only half awake I had him propped up against my legs and the little stinker (pun totally intended)toots on me, no, not a cute little boy toot, a full on man fart!

Me totally overstating the obvious- "Hey you tooted on me!"

Rub- *mumbles something*

Me- "What?"

Rub-*more mumbling*

Me-"What? I can't understand you."

Rub *sounding a bit perturbed now* "I saaaidd, Whooo caaares!"

Me-"I care, it was my leg you blasted."

Rub-*sounding very valley-ish* "what ever"


I got my order of See's Gourmet Lolly Pops yesterday. I ordered them from a kid up the street who was doing a fundraiser. I was so excited. The lolly pops are the only See's candy I like, and ohhh do I like them!

Dub had a late nap yesterday and so it was no surprise that he was not asleep at nine last night. I had been in the living room watching something on the tv but got bored so I came into the office with JC. Dub was suppose to be in his bed.

Dub standing in the office doorway with his hands on his hips.-"ahem, eccuse me. You're stupost to be in your wivving woom!" *holding his right hand out like Vana White toward the living room.*

Me-" ahem, excuse me, you're suppose to be in your bed."

Dub-"No! No I not. I stupost to be pwaying twains *spies my lolly pop* an I need a wick on that wawwy you got dare."

Me-"No you're not suppose to be playing trains, no you don't need a lick of my lolly.

Dub-"Yes! Dad telled me that."

Me-"I did not hear dad tell you anything"

Dub-"Yes! He telled me that with his wittle voice."

Me-"Dub, I did not hear dad whisper anything to you with his little voice, besides dad doesn't even know how to whisper with a little voice. Go to bed!"

Dub *crawls into his dad's lap where he is given a lick of JC's lolly pop and allowed to stay comfortable seated.*

Can you say spoiled little Daddy's boy! I can, DUB! See how nicely I said that. And don't even get me started on the cavity issues there!

Romeo Can't Play Today, He's Grounded!

My 8 year old has always had a girl crazy streak, even as a baby but I came across something while I was cleaning today that just freaked me out a bit. I found a letter he had written to a classmate and this is what it said...

10/9/08
Dear Maekena,
I like love you. I haven't had the time to tell you.

OH...MY...GOSH! He is 8! Aren't girls suppose to have cooties? I am glad he never "had the time" to give it to her. Or maybe he did, maybe that was just a rough draft. I don't know. I decided I need to have a talk with him about girls and what is appropriate at his age. As I am having this revelation the phone rings...

P-"Hello, Mrs. Moncur?"
Me-"Yes"
P-"This is Mrs. P. Vootz is okay, I don't want you to be alarmed. But he is having some trouble today with being distracted, talking, not listening and not getting his work done. I just wanted to make you aware of the situation."
Me-"Okay, thank you. I will have a talk with him when he gets home and we will solve the problem. Thank you for keeping me informed."
P-"No problem Mrs. Moncur Thank you. I will be looking forward to a better day with Vootz tomorrow. Bye"

Double Whammy! When I picked Vootz up from school he had that hang dog look on his face. He knew Mrs. P had called me and he knew he was going to be in trouble. He sulked all the way home. When we got home I called him into the office and shut the door...

Me-"Umm, Vootz who is Maekena?"

Vootz-"Just a friend mom" looking around frantically trying to figure out how I knew about Maekena and why I wasn't talking about his behavior at school today. Then he spies the letter in my hand. "What!? That's mine! I had it in my own personal journal stuff! Mom! You're not suppose to read people's private property!"

Me-"First of all Vootz, as long as you live under my roof for free, you have no private property. Second of all, I found this on the floor of your bedroom, not in your journal. Third, you should not be telling girls that you love them."

Vootz-"It's not like that mom! I mean I love her like a friend. And those brothers of mine got into my stuff mom! I had that with my baseball cards and my journal and they are not suppose to touch them. I put a sign on them that said to keep out!"

Me-"Maybe, if you mean it like a friend next time you should just say that you like her and are glad that you are friends, not that you love her. The only girls you should say that to are mommy, aunts and grandmas. You know that there is to be no hugging, kissing or holding hands right? No girlfriends Vootz until you are in high school, remember? And if you don't want your brothers who CANNOT read to get into your things a sign that they have to read is probably not your best choice right? Maybe you should try putting your stuff away in your drawer that they cannot reach next time. Also we don't have any secrets from mom and dad okay. If there is something you cannot talk to us about then it is something you should not be doing. If you do it anyway, you will get in trouble and don't think we won't find out about it because we will. Parents always do, it is like a super power we have. So, no secrets, Deal?

Vootz-"Okay mom. Can I have a snack now?" walking out the door.

Me-"HOLD IT! I am not done with you. Sit down!"

Vootz-Flops back into the chair and rolls his eyes.

Me-"Unless you want me to knock those eyes out of your head don't you dare roll them at me again!"

Vootz-"Sorry mom, I've just had a bad day okay!" *tears flowing* "And you're just going to make it worse. Sometimes I just can't sit still, I just get tired of school and I have so much going on in my head and I just need to talk it out.

The conversation continued on for about an hour so I won't bore you with anymore dialog. Let me just say, I am sorry mom and dad for all the hell I put you through as a kid and all those times you cursed me to have a kid just like me! Yep thanks alot, are ya happy now? Want to know what he had going on in his head that was so important to talk about? My brother got in a car accident in his patrol car Saturday and he said he was worried about Uncle J. and was wondering how the crash happened if the other patrol car hit him on the side or in the front and if Uncle J's car flipped over....So I guess he was talking through how he figured the accident went down to his neighbor and then after being told to quit talking to the neighbor he was talking it out to himself and got in trouble.

BTW...my brother is fine. A little sore with some little scratches and bruises but just fine. His car however, not so much. And the guy they were chasing was caught so that is good.

I Survived...Almost...Kinda...Well, not really.

I survived! The last four days have been a little bit OVERWHELMING! It all started with JC replacing a piece of door frame around the front door that has been broken for more than a year. Why he chose to replace it now I will never understand. I think he has a little whisper in his head that says, "hey add one more stress to your wife, lets see how much more she can take before she cracks! *evil cackle*" Why does JC replacing molding add stress to me you ask? Because he just hangs the stuff, I then had to paint it. Because the plan was to touch up the rest of the house eventually too, I figured I would just do it while I had the mess out anyway I did not want to have to wash the roller and brushes more than once. So I "touched up" the rest of the house, which turned out to be more of repainting the whole house instead of touching up(That's what you get when you have four boys).

Then I need to shampoo the carpets because we have four boys were having JC's family over for Thanksgiving and I wanted the house to look nice.

I also had another get together I had to cook for, two different classroom parties to cook for, an order of 2 dozen wheat rolls, 2 dozen white rolls and a dozen cinnamon rolls to make for a lady who was purchasing them from me for her Thanksgiving. Wheat rolls, white rolls, cinnamon rolls, coconut cream pie, pumpkin carmel cheesecake, blackberry pie, whipped cream, homemade cranberry sauce, 10 pounds of mashed potatoes, stuffing and a turkey to make for our Thanksgiving. Plus all the grocery shopping and rounding up all the supplies like tables and chairs, napkins, table clothes etc. Clean my house and keep my kids entertained so they would not destroy the house again. On top of all the normal everyday tasks like preparing meals, doing laundry, cleaning house, wiping noses, making beds, getting kids to and from school....

But I did it! I survived it all, with a cold even and no caffeine almost. I had all the clean up done and fell into the bed at midnight only to be woke up at 1:00am with a croupy child, to go back to bed at 2:00am after said child's breathing treatment, to get up again at 3:45am to brave the masses for Black Friday shopping! Which wasn't for Christmas but for Sunday clothes for Vootz who has a tendency to completely out grow his clothes overnight and always with three or four weeks to go before his Birthday or Christmas. Just long enough he can't wait for the new clothes to be a gift without having to miss a month of church. I was back home in bed by 6:30 and up again at 7:00 to get Buzz breakfast, 7:20 to get Rub breakfast, 8:00 to tell Vootz to be quiet, 9:00 to go pee, and 10 to tell the people at the door "No Thank you"... Sleep? I don't need no stinking sleep! Caffeine? I don't need no stinking caffeine either!... Psharrr! Ya right and monkeys might fly out of my butt too!

Hello, my name is Kiwi and I am an addict. I fell off the wagon today when I ahem had to go to Home Depot for a new door knob and somehow ended up at Sonic with a large diet Coke in my hand which I am pretty sure was consumed entirely with one long swallow. Though I am not entirely certain because as soon as the liquid gold hit my lips time stood still and I felt like I was floating away on fluffy, white, cottony clouds... The good news is it had been weeks with no caffeine at all and my heart was doing better and everyone in my house is still alive. The bad news is I have to get passed the "craving" stage all over again, my heart is going a little haywire tonight and I am wide awake when I should really be sleeping, but hey, who needs sleep anyway?

NaNaNaNa, NaNaNaNa, Nonese..ense

The title of this post really doesn't have anything much to do with the contents contained here in. I just have that tune stuck in my head. A couple of updates real fast before I head off to bed...

1. I have been caffeine free for so long I can't remember how long it's been! 18 days, 2 hours and 14 min. I have yet to do any too much harm to any innocent bystanders. The lack of caffeine is also why at only 10:15 I am heading off to bed when I would usually be up until well after midnight. The medication, no caffeine, and less sodium, seem to be helping the heart issue, so hopefully things will continue to get better.

2. In the last two weeks I have only had TWO sodas, both sprite and both small. (Again the sodium thing.)

3. Both my boys made honor roll and have had perfect attendance. Buzz was sick for a few days, running low temp at night, cough, sore throat, runny nose. No temps in the morning and said he was fine. He fought me tooth and nail to go to school. How is a mom suppose to argue with a first grader who INSISTS on going to school? The next week he was still not well and I made him stay home and he threw HUGE tantrums because I would not let him go to school. This week he is still NOT well but is going to school. I have not been able to get him to his doctor because he is in India visiting his family. The same thing happened last year when Buzz got strep REALLY bad, the doctor was in India. I told Buzz he needs to start scheduling his sick days around Doctor A's vacations. He did not think mommy was funny.

4. On to more exciting news, well at least for me. Remember this post? I finally made page one of Google search for "Don't Pee On My Floor!" Also page one for Kiwimoncur! I feel so Legit! Woo Hoo! I love you Google! I'd like to thank my husband and boys who made all this happen. without you I would have no totally embarrassing dirt to tell the entire web audience , I would also like to thank all ten thousand of my loyal readers...tap tap is this thing on? Hello? Hello, anyone out there? Can you hear me? *crickets chirping*

NaNaNaNa, NaNaNaNa, Hey, Hey, Hey Good Bye!

If You Give A Mom A Muffin...

This very true little story came to me via email from my Dad's wife. You mom's will totally relate.

If you give a mom a muffin, she'll want a cup of coffee to go with it. She'll pour herself some. Her four-year-old will spill the coffee. She'll wipe it up. Wiping the floor, she will find dirty socks. She'll remember she has to do laundry. When she puts the laundry in the washer, she'll trip over boots and bump into the freezer. Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan dinner. She will get out a pound of hamburger. She'll look for her cookbook. (101 Things To Make With A Pound Of Hamburger.) The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail. She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow. She will look for her checkbook. The checkbook is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two-year-old. She'll smell something funny. She'll change the two-year-old. While she is changing the two-year-old the phone will ring. Her five-year-old will answer and hang up. She'll remember that she wants to phone a friend to come for coffee. Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup. She will pour herself some. And chances are, if she has a cup of coffee, her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.

Games People Play

I was tagged by JC's cousin Maria. I love her and her family. She has the cutest boys ever! (Her blog is private so I am sorry you will have to take my word for it.) Her parents are the sweetest people you will ever meet, and I have a lot of respect for her and her homemaking skills.

*5 Things I was doing 10 years ago...
1.) Adjusting to life as a newlywed
2.) Looking for a job
3.) Playing a lot of cards with Russ and Willow
4.) Going to the Gym with Russ and Willow as an excuse to come home and sit in the Hot Tub
5.) Learning how to live with JC

*5 Things on my "To-Do" list today...ok, h'bout tomorrow?
1.) Mop
2.) Laundry
3.) Wash bedding
4.) Iron Church clothes
5.) Play a new board game with the boys

*5 Snacks I enjoy...
1.) Jalapeno cheese bread
2.) diet pepsi
3.) Yorks
4.) Chocolate donuts (chocolate pop tarts will work in a pinch)
5.) McDonalds Apple Pie

*5 Things I'd do if I were a Millionaire...
1.) Pay off our debt
2.) Buy a house on land
3.) Buy a car
4.) Help out my family and friends
5.) help people anonymously, just because i can!+ditto

*5 Places I've Lived...
1.) California
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4.)
5.)

*5 Jobs I've Had
1.) Waitress
2.) retail clerk
3.) secretary
4.) medical assistant
5.) bookkeeper

*5 People I tag
1.) Karrie
2.) Syndie
3.) Karen
4.) Lacy
5.) Beyla