Craigslist..

I love craigslist, I've bought things and I've sold things. So far, we havent had an issue.

I just put my camera on there, and got a response right away. I wasnt sure if I was going to get more people interested, so when the guy low-balled me, I talked him up a little, and then told him I'd do the deal. But he wants me to meet him somewhere closer to him, so not only am I taking 25 $ off the price I wanted, but I have to drive to get to him. In the meantime, I get like 4 more people, they'd all give me at least what he offered, and I wouldnt need to meet any of them, any where.

Now the guy is creeping me out. I made mention of my husband, and he was put off that it was Mike he was meeting. When I told him I had other offers, he got a little pissy (as much as you can through email, I guess) and wants me to keep my word, and to call him. I definately don't want to call him.

Creepos.

Role Models..

My sister and I went to see this movie today. There were some funny parts, overall good. But before I left, Kevin wanted to come with us.

Kevin: I want to go to the movies too, what kind of movie are you seeing?

Me: It's called Role Models. Its a grown up movie.

Kevin: Well, I want to go.

Me: You cant buddy, you have to be 17 or older to get in.

Kevin: Why?

Me: There will be lots of swears in it.

Kevin: I like swears!

Me: Me too bud, but you still cant go.

After seeing it, if there weren't swears, and the one set of boobs, he could have watched it. He probably would have liked it.

Crying it out...

Never thought I'd do it to one of my precious angels, but after last night, and Nick thinking he was staying up to party tonight, it had to be done (according to Mike). He just stopped crying and I'm assuming is sleeping. I am waiting until I can go in there to cover him up safely, without waking him up.

I have to say, it was horrible. I cant stand to hear my kids upset, but this was different. He was crying, for me, or someone to save him, and no one came. He cried so much for someone to save him, it wore him out. His last thought before falling asleep, was that I didn't come. Daddy didnt come. He was alone. Upset, and no one made it better. It was all I could do not to get him. I didn't want to ruin it in the middle, but now I wish I would have just gotten him in the beginning like I wanted to. He is an awful sleeper. I wish we would have learned our lesson after the biggens, and put him to sleep awake when he was a baby. Then this never would have had to happen.

I feel so mean. I hope he doesn't remember this in the morning. :(

Forgetfullness

I literally forget everything.

When we leave to go somewhere, I always have to run back in the house for something I've left behind. Sometimes I get all the way out of the neighborhood, and have to turn around. I hate this about myself, and I honestly have no idea what I should do differently so I'm not this way. I lose things easily. I have a black hole that follows me around, and there are so many things I want back!

Recently I was talking to my mom about how she had kept my very first ever birth certificate, and when Mike and I got married, she took it from her filing cabinet, for me to put it in mine. I lost it, and have had to purchase 3 since. I cannot get into a filing routine, so I lose other important papers, etc. I annoy myself, and others. I'd like to be more organized, so the boys are organized adults, but how? Ugh.

I also cannot stick to anything, so even if I figure out a way to get my shit together, I'll stop doing it after 2 weeks. Except for the diet I'm starting tomorrow. ~eyeroll~ I need ginseng. Or ginko? I can't remember.

Things I hate...

or dislike strongly.

• Swallowing gum. It feels like its stuck in my throat for days.
• Hair in my mouth. gross
• All of my skinny clothes. I should get rid of them, I'm just too damn lazy.
• Winter. I can feel it coming.
• Jacks Big Music Show.

I'll come back to these I'm sure. Apparently these are the things annoying me today.

eh.

I've got nothing really to talk about.

I lost 6 pounds recently, but I think its back. I'm bloated like a mutha, too much sodium or something. I need me some lipo.

Kids are good, Kevin loves school and Bakugan. Cameron's loving school and Miss Kara. (I'll post a Cameron's first day of preK-3 post tomorrow) Nick is getting used to Sean (my nephew) being around everyday, and needs to sleep for the whole night, not just most of it.

Its fall. It was a crisp fallish day today. Kids wore pants to school. You know its over when the kids start wearing pants. I'm just glad I'll have to shave less. Mike is somewhere cringing at the thought, I'm sure.

anyway, blah.

Sick..

Cameron and I were sick Friday. Cameron with a fever and the blahs. I was making frequent trips to the bathroom.

Saturday, Cam felt better, I was still iffy. Kevin started with a runny nose and the sneezes.

Sunday, Kevin's got a cold, me and Cameron are better.

Today, Kevin is worse, fever and runny nose, and Nick has a fever and the blahs. And now Cameron has the poops.

Fantastic. School has barely started and already the germs are running rampant through the house.

If you're wondering where the picture at the top is from, Mike and the neighbor went on a hike up Mt Chocorua on Sunday. Those are the beautiful NH white mountains! :)

Old at 27

So my 10 year high school reunion is next year. My class president has already set up a facebook group about it, and everything. I knew it was coming. But hooooly crap I cant believe its already time for that! I don't want to be old enough for that. I'm really not 17 anymore. (and yes I realize I have 3 children and a husband, and I also realize I haven't been 17 for 10 years :,( ) I'm having a hard time as I get closer to 30. I need a pause button please! And ironically, the day after I joined the 10 year reunion group thing, I threw out my back! Are you kidding me? I bent down, to pick up Nick's diaper bag, it was laying on it's side, and my back went out. It took all the rest of the night for me to be comfortable with the ache in my lower back. And this morning, I can still feel it. Apparently, according to my mom, I should start some kind of skin care regimen to ward off wrinkles too. I'm "at that age". Way to kick me while I'm down Ma.
I'm preparing myself for a raging mid-life crisis, cause I'm sure it'll be BIG. Poor Mike.

Mom vs Me..

I've been thinking alot lately about how different my mom and I are. The way I parent, compared to the way she parented. The way I clean, compared to the way she cleans. She was definitely born to be a mother of girls. Back when my sister and I were kids, her personality then, she never would have survived in a house full of boys. She was always cleaning, and very organized. The floor was vacuumed twice a day, and everything was dusted every day. She did all of this crazy stuff while raising my sister and I, and running an in-home daycare. At one time, she had 8 kids all day, and still cleaned like a crazy person. I do have to mention, however, that she is less extreme now, and she loves that she has been given 4 grandsons. She rolls around on the floor with them, and is less uptight. Her house is still spotless, but she doesn't obsess about cleaning now. She was the type of mother that was too quiet around her babies, so, we slept like crap.

I am her opposite. In just about every way. I was born to be a mother of boys. I-would-never-survive in a house full of girls. (I shudder to think about all the pepto pink, and pukey purple.) We've joked that my house is loud, when no one is home. My boys are extremely well behaved, and not the typical crazy, jumping around boys, but they 'are' boys. We don't play pretty princess, and momma and baby. We play pirates, and tickle monsters, and dinosaurs, and lions, and pretend karate, etc. We have boo boos and dirty knees. The toilet seats are usually up. There is farting and burping. I like a clean house. I really, really do. But I don't clean every day. I swiffer-vac the floors and vacuum the rugs 5ish days a week, but it is summer, so in-and-out almost can't be prevented.

I joke that I can't possibly be from the same gene pool as my mother, but we look too much alike. My sister on the other hand, is a carbon copy of my mother. Her apartment looks like the model apartment, that the landlords would show to new renters. It's so clean, I think it's sterile. She probably could have had her c-section in there with no problem.

I wonder if I'm relaxed because Mom wasn't? It cant be just that I'm lazy...

Not only did I remember...

I came back on the same day! So proud.

I wanted to talk more about who I am, incase I ever have any readers, and there wasnt alot of room in the profile section.

I'm 27. I've been married for almost 8 years, and we have 3 sons. Kevin, 6 1/2, Cameron, 4 1/2, and Nicholas 15 1/2 months. I've lived in New Hampshire my entire life. Its boring and I'm not a fan. I have been telling myself for, oh, about 6 months, that tomorrow will be the first day of my diet. I started Weight Watchers back in March, and in the first week lost almost 7 pounds. And then gained it all back. When I think about how much weight I could have lost if I had stuck with it.....well I dont like to think about it. Since I'm not planning on having readers, I feel comfortable enough to tell you (me) that I am ............... 46 pounds from where I was when I got pregnant with Kevin. Now, I do have to say that I was only 104 lbs back then, but still, 46 is a large number. Anyway, I wouldnt ever want to be that skinny again, but I'd like to lose 20 lbs definately, but 30 to be happy. Tomorrow I'll start my diet...*wink*

I have small anxiety attacks when I think about Kevin starting 1st grade in a few short weeks. This is when I start to slowly lose him. He'll be his very own person, for real, and I'm so sad about it. He went to a private kindergarten, so that almost didnt feel like the real thing. This is. He'll be on a bus and gone from me alllll day.

I have 2 dogs. Teek is a pomeranian/yorkie mix, and Molly is a border collie/lab. Teek is 2, and thinks he's awesome, and Molly is a puppy. I cant even remember how old she is. I'm too tired to figure it out. She's something weeks old. More than 10, less than 20.

I will most likely have a few typos. Dont even get me started on the bad grammer. (grammer is a weird word. say it a few times..) I will most definately have run-on sentences, I think they're the best kind. But I really just hope to have this to read in a year or more, and see what a dork I was/am. Ever find an old journal from when you were a kid? I love those. I love reading my yearbooks, the comments people left, remembering what kind of person I was then. And this time, I'll remember what kind of kids my kids were. Should be fun.