Shit Happens, Part Two.

Life minus the binky has been rough. Screaming child in the car, screaming child at naptime, screaming child at music class, screaming child just about everywhere. Oh and then there is the part where the screaming child stops screaming while taking a nap, tricks her Mom into thinking she was napping only to be found fully dressed up as a princess all while having a tea party with her dear friend, Brown Bear. Fun times... It would be SOO much easier to just give her the darn thing back, but alas, it has to go sometime so I guess now it is... Needless to say with all this craziness going on and her sister doing such things as writing the entire alphabet all over her pant legs this Mama needed a B.R.E.A.K. Enter first time for me to try a yoga class. All was great for oh, the first five minutes of class, until you guessed it, shit happened. Literally. Reese pooped and so off to the childcare center I had to go to change said shitty diaper. No bigs usually, except the fact that I had left home without a diaper. Damn the luck. After pleading with the childcare center to "borrow" a diaper, I changed the diaper and ran back to class. Class was going well and some time had passed, and guess what? Shit happened. AGAIN. Immediate thought was, you have got to be kidding me. But nope, it was no dirty joke. It was real. So, once again, I pleaded for a diaper, changed her and I did not try going back to class. Instead, I chose the nice healthy way (or not) of relieving stress and we all stopped off at the snack bar for a nice, tasty smoothie and bags of chips. Hey, A Mamas gotta do what a Mamas gotta do. Afterall, it won't be long before shit happens again!

Bye Bye Binky Part Deux

Nothing like a big old slap of reality to get you to decide to take your kiddos prize posession away, but its true, that is what got me to decide Reese and her binky needed to part ways. You see, she is 28 months old. 10 months older than her sister was when we took it from her, and the oldest of the "babies" in our group of friends. This week, two of our friends with babies decided to "pull the plug" and it made me realize, what the hell, we should too. Not only this, but she is old enough, despite her speech disorder to clearly ask for the darn thing. Too old to have it, but too young and in love with the thing for me to have the heart to take it away. Sleep in my house is the number one priority and having her binky is paramont to her sleeping.  After already having taken it away and then given it back to her last April, I am shooting myself in the foot for giving it back to her then. It breaks my heart to take something so loved by my girl away when really having it is doing her no harm... Good thing Ryan lives in our house or she might still be sleeping in our bed, nursing from my boob and sucking on a binky at the age of twenty =0) I guess somebody has to be the "bad guy"!

Strike

Never in my life have I been so excited to go to the gym. But this morning I was more than ready to bust out of this house and out into the "real" world that has escaped me due to illness and a not so normal way of living. What was even better was that I got to meet a couple of my friends there AND to make things even better, after nearly a year, I finally found a class that I like. Now, I just have to figure out the schedule for it and hope that I can attend it regularly. Sorry church, but we are gonna have to bump you to Saturday night. This Mama's got better things to do with her Sunday mornings than sit in a pew and listen to a preacher. This extra baggage has GOT to go.  Thanks friends for coming with me to a have a great time! See ya next Sunday ?!?!

An Itch..

Unfortunately the influenza bug has spread it's nasty self on my girls. It stinks that they have to have it, but I have to say, having it be them instead of me means all sorts of  "freetime" for me. No going anywhere means I am forced to come up with some fun stuff to do while we are at home. And while I have all intentions of doing fun things with them, really they are most happy laying on the couch watching movies or television, SO, since they are sick, I am gonna let them =0). And while they are doing that, well, I am going to indulge in the crafting itch I have been feeling lately. This morning I FINALLY made the subway wall art containing the girls birth stats  I have been wanting to make since, oh, when Reese was born. This afternoon I think I will bust out some Valentines shirts for the girls and if I get really ambitious I might just start on the scrapbook albums that havent been touched since Reese was born either. To do those things though, I guess I better get some clothes on. Im guessing the public might not appreciate seeing me in the same pajamas I have been wearing for two days =0)

Disgusted

I am disgusted. As I was doing my usual morning routine, getting breakfast, drinking my diet coke, checking emails, and just waking up, I learned that one of Nora's school "friends" Mom had had brain surgery in December. I was unaware, and feel horrible for not knowing until now, but more than anything, I am disgusted. Disgusted because she too had a tumor. What is going on with this world? WHY? Why is cancer EVERYWHERE? Everywhere people. I know or knew (because they have since passed away) so many people struggling with this nastiness it seriously makes me want to vomit.  Just in the past few years, off of the top of my head I can think of of these: my forty-year-old boss lost her battle, then my Mom was diagnosed and put through hell, then another 40-year-old friend was diagnosed and now THIS. Ugh. The lady is young. She has two beautiful girls under the age of four. She has a lot of life to live.... and now, she is going to have to live the remainder of her life with some pretty serious limitations because of this UGLY, NASTY, no good disease.  How sad. Please pray for her. Despite all of this nastiness and her impaired life, that is all she asked for. Maybe, just maybe we can all help. It's worth a try.

Karma...It's a bitch!

So somewhere there are tons of sayings about getting what you give, karma is a bitch, etc. As a child, I was sick. Really sick. Like spent multiple times in the hospital, had multiple unnecessary body parts removed (think gallbladder, appendix, thyroid), missed tons of school, etc. All of this resulted in life as normal people would live it, not happening at the Bercaw's for years. Literally. Fast forward 20 years and guess what? I am living the life that my Mom lived, and can only imagine how she felt. My family has been sick for months. Literally. I have lost track of all that we have had and who has had what. I just know that it all started with barfing on Halloween night for Nora, followed by everybody else having the stomach flu, followed by strep for the girls, followed by the stomach flu AGAIN for all, followed by colds for the girls, followed by influenza for me, followed by influenza for BOTH the girls AT THE SAME TIME all while having a cold here and a cold there thrown into the mix. Ugh. I feel horrible that they have been so sick. I am at a loss as to what to do to keep the yuckies away. I want to build a big ol bubble and put them in it... OR never, ever leave my house again... I feel even worse having had all of these things right along with them that I know how bad they feel... I just feel plain awful and sad and depressed. I am DONE with being quarantined only to be finally freed long enough to catch something else and then be quarantined AGAIN. I am done with sick. I might just lose my marbles. I get it God, I get it. Karma IS a bitch! Dammit.

Shit happens. Literally

Whew today was one of those days. Crazy busy on the morning schedule (Think three things before 1 pm) and crazy crap around the house to get finished. While the parents as teacher lady was here, both children decided they needed to poop. It happens. No big deal, right? Right. Unless child number two decides to take off her poop filled diaper and dump its contents on the bathroom floor while her older sister is on the toilet pooping. Lovely, just lovely. No bigs. We got it all cleaned up. New diaper on and on with our day. Thankfully we have a totally understanding way too nice Parent's as Teacher lady and this is not the first time poop has been dumped on my floor, smeared on my walls, etc. or I might just be HORRIFIED. No sooner did this fiasco become a thing of our past, when nature called for myself. Once again, I hear Nora saying Reese needs some help. Thinking nothing of it and not being able to do much about it at that point, I wasn't too worried. Until I came out and saw this:

Reese SITTING ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE....

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unfortunately this was NOT the first time. This time, I just took a picture to prove her craziness. 

If she and I make it to her 10th birthday, it will be a miracle. How she can pull these stunts AND never hurt herself is beyond me. Thankfully, she gets up on things but is plenty smart enough to know that getting down on her own is likely not a very smart move.

P.S I can't get blogger to let me upload pics from my computer right now... so while I know this post should have a pic, it doesnt. When I can figure out the technical problems I will add the proof. In the meantime check it out on my facebook account. Ornery and smiling all at the same time. Ugh. Good thing she is cute!

Re-do

Today was one of those days. One of those days where I felt like I was NEVER. EVER. going to catch back up. After literally being sick since Christmas Eve, my house (and myself) had taken a toll. I tried to keep up while sick, but lets face it, between having influenza and the stomach flu two children and a husband it just didn't happen. Instead me on the couch A LOT did. I really didn't have a choice. I was straight out of commision. So today was the deadline I gave myself for catching up. The Christmas decorations would be down, the house would be picked up, the laundry would all be done and the nightly planned dinners would be back in the routine. EXCEPT for the part that instead of making a scrumptious pot roast that looked oh.so.good. I somehow overlooked the first flippin direction that stated preheat oven to 275 and instead "roasted" my roast on HIGH on the stovetop followed by keeping it warm in the oven for another two hours. So much for yummy pot roast. Instead, I had stinky burnt food smell throughout my house and a peanut butter and jelly for dinner AFTER I skipped catching up with my friends at the gym so that I could get home in time to eat this scrumptious dinner I was SOOO looking forward to.... or NOT. Yeah, major fail. Oh well... tomorrow I am making some mean meatballs and twice baked potatoes and I will NOT jack them up. Promise! On a positvie note, my husband thought he was HILARIOUS by posting on Facebook that I made said potroast and said it was the thought that counted, not the end result. Sometimes ya gotta love the guy, even when his sense of humor is a bit on the wicked side.

New Year, New Me

This new year has come in with a bang and a big ol slap in the face. Life has been rough, and quite honestly I have turned away from my God. I once again have tried to take matters into my own hands when quite honestly, I know that doing just this thing will lead to nothing but misery, failure and undue stress. I have made myself miserable, destroyed good relationships and treated those I love the most, the worst, all without realizing I was doing such a thing. Life is HARD, BUSY and UNFAIR, but the bottom line is this, I need to focus on what matters most. The ones I love. The one's closest to me and even myself. Because of this, rather than a New Year's resolution such as I have created in the past like losing 60 pounds or living a "healthier lifestyle" I am making my resolution to return to a life focusing on these verses:

(1 Corinthians 13)
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends.

I am hopeful that when dealing with the relationships and situations within these relationships that if I can focus on these things,  then I will indeed know the right thing to do. I can reach to these verses to learn and to love myself again, to love the ones around me more and to strengthen ALL the relationships in my life. I can use these verses to strengthen the characteristics in my personality to remind me of the things that I strive to have. Life is HARD, BUSY and definitely UNFAIR, but I have to remember that if I can trust that there is indeed LOVE in this world and that I can be an example of Love that bears all things, beleives all things HOPES all things, EDURES all things and NEVER Ends  then I will be living that much closer of the life I would LOVE to live. Wish me luck. Afterall, love has always been a feeling I have struggled with feeling.