November 12, 2014

November 11, 2014

My computer is being a jerk. SOMETIMES the power light on the front blinks orange and it tells me that my laptop is plugged in, not charging. THEN, a minute later, it IS charging. Obviously, this means that I need a new computer. *cue hysterical laughing*

Meanwhile, Daniel had a Veteran's Day performance today. He was excited about it, and very pleased with his self. I didn't get to go, but the rest of the family attended and they assured me he did a FANTASTIC job.

We also got the kids report cards. Everyone is doing well in all their classes. Thaddeus and Taylor have the same issues. They do their work so fast, that they make careless mistakes, and then, they distract the other students who are still working. I honestly don't know what say about that, because I tend to do the same thing. Daniel is plugging along, and he's really working with the speech therapist to get the R sounds down. The funniest report is Blayne's. At school (and church and around most people in general) she's really quiet and reserved. Not that she doesn't participate, but she doesn't volunteer to do anything, you know? Well. That is NOT the case of my dear, sweet Blayne at home. But all the comments from the teachers are "she's so QUIET", and I'm like, UH... NO.

Also, my Dad pointed out that I only had 9 phrases on my top ten list. #1 - my brain doesn't always work and #2 - instead of a phrase, let's say that my #10 go to "phrase" is actually a LOOK. A look that says, "Go ahead. Try that again. I DARE YOU." It could also be referred to as my death look. Because if I am looking at you like that, I'm gonna kill you.

November 5, 2014

Phraseology

I have been taking it pretty easy this past week, because I can feel myself gearing up to get sick. The past three days or so, my mouth has been going numb and having a metallic sort of taste, and I've been extremely tired and achy. There's been a few other issues as well, so I've mostly checked out of life, and have only been doing the things that need doing. (Which is: go to work. make dinner. switch laundry. nap.)

And if anyone is wondering how our new routine is going, well. It's going. Some days are harder than others, and we need reminders to "knock it off". Knock it off is in my Top Ten Phrase list. It's probably like, number two or three on the list. Speaking of which, these are the things I say OVER and OVER and OVER again.

  1. Shut the door. 
  2. No. 
  3. Knock it off. 
  4. Get out of the kitchen. 
  5. Pick up your socks. 
  6. Have you done your list? 
  7. Asked and answered. 
  8. Set the table. 
  9. Dinner time. 
 Those ten phrases up there are quite literally the words that fall out of my mouth 98% of the time. And I'd like to talk about #3, the Knock it Off. We have a ground floor apartment, which is to say, I never have to walk up any stairs ever. (MAGIC!) But the building is on a hill, so there are two basement apartments below us, which makes our porch a balcony. And instead of using the front door, my boys and their friends have taken to climbing up the drain pipes to enter the house via the balcony. Now, I'm not opposed to my own children entering the house this way. Fine and dandy, and if they fall and break their arms, well, THEY DESERVE IT. Also, I *may* have been in the whole "climb up the pipes and play on the roof" club. What I DO have a problem with is the fact that some of our friends have now taken to climbing up onto the  porch and walking right in to the house via the back door. Because A) I don't want to be responsible for any one else's broken arms and 2) knock on the front door so I can decide whether or not I want to admit you into my home. Don't assume that you can just come in... which isn't a problem most of the time, but seeing as how LATELY I have been feeling sickly, I am not dressed for company. And EXCUSE ME if I don't want to lay on the couch in my jammies surrounded by ice packs and jacked up on pain pills in front of you. I mean, REALLY PEOPLE.

But I do have to admit, that I am a teensy bit proud of my kids for shimmying up the pipes. One of the first roofs I ever played on was at Lindberg Elementary school. I would ride my bike over, and climb up the roof and play tag, or pranks on people. Climbing has always been one of my favorite activities. (Sidenote: When I was growing up, and had a babysitter I didn't like, I would throw a fit and "run away", but I would actually be sitting on the roof of my house, watching the sitter freak out as she searched around the neighborhood for me. Sidenote #2: I was a monster. My other "trick" was to give myself a haircut. I always had interesting bangs after a night with someone I did not care for. Also, I feel well suited to effectively parent my hellion children because they try and do some of those same things, and I have BEEN THERE DONE THAT SIR.)

I am really enjoying my new job. Like, I can't WAIT to get my degree and my license and be a full time teacher. I am having so much fun, and I love when I see my students get it! On Tuesday, my kids didn't have school (all the schools are polling places, so they just have an inservice day), so they came to work with me. They loved it, and are now begging to be in my class. Which I would totally consider for SOME of my kids, but not others. Plus, we get special services at the public school, which I would have to pay for out of pocket if we went the private route. So for now, the kids are going to stay where they are.

And I will try to get some Halloween pictures up on the blog soon. We have misplaced our camera, so we took pictures with Troy's phone, but he has to send them to me or put them on the computer, and he hasn't gotten around to it quite yet. ;)

October 26, 2014

Toddlers were way easier to deal with

We had a family council/come-to-Jesus meeting tonight. The kids have been making some pretty poor choices lately, so we all sat down and had a talk. Mostly, me and Troy did the talking, and the children did all the crying and complaining. We even made a list of behaviors and consequences, with the consequences getting more severe with each infraction. For example, you hit someone, that's 25 sit-ups. You do it again, it jumps to 100. Hit someone a third time, that's 300 sit-ups. We've obviously been having serious issues with keeping our hands to ourselves.  We even went into what would happen if they hit someone outside this house, which is a whole other issue I can't even begin to delve in to. (Seriously though, you wouldn't hit your friend, because then they wouldn't be your friend. What makes you think it's okay to hit your family? Answer: IT'S NOT.) Anyways, I explained that if you hit people at school, you get suspended or even expelled. And since they're getting older, they're reaching a magical age where if you were to hit someone, the police would be called. And then you would probably have to go to juvenile detention, which is JAIL.... FOR CHILDREN.

I also fully realize that some people will think I'm being harsh. My answer to that is get over it. I am their parent, and it is my job to help turn these short little people into reasonably well adjusted and even tempered adults. And if that means taking away choices, so be it.

Also: I *may* have opened a brand new bar of soap and given it a place of honor in the kitchen where everyone can see it. Because, you know, filthy little mouths need to get washed out every now and then. And yes, we went with BAR SOAP, because have you ever taken a bit out of a bar of soap? It's entirely unpleasant, and it gets into all the nooks and crannies of your teeth, and the tasted lingers. As does the reminder that you shouldn't use those words, especially when talking to your wonderfully loving parents who have so graciously provided you with food, clothing, shelter, and most recently, hand crafted Halloween costumes.

The Xbox power cord has also been removed for the forseeable future. This is a mighty blow to the two oldest children who fancy themselves famous YouTube-ers. Tablets have been turned in to Troy, and they may be checked out for 30 minutes per day, provided all of your responsibilities are done, including a mandatory forty five minutes of active play. (For Pete's sake, why do children not realize how fun it is to play hide and seek and see how many jumps they can get in a row?)

At any rate, the expectations have been laid out in black and white, and we will see how it goes tomorrow. I predict some heavy wailing and gnashing of teeth.