Wednesday, February 29, 2012

I Think It's the Chili

For months now we have been having dinner issues at our house. If Carl IV likes it, Paige doesn't. If Paige likes it, Carl doesn't. If I like it, nobody likes it. Oy! So we have held pretty firm in our, "We're having what we're having. If you don't like it, you're not eating," stance because I absolutely refuse to be a short-order cook and have kids that only eat chicken nuggets and macaroni. Needless to say there have been MANY nights of "Moooooom, I don't want this. It's grooooooooss!" and "Mommyyyyyyy, it's yuckyyyyyy!"  (Allow me to interrupt myself here to state that I am not that bad a cook. I do not make "gross" of "yucky" food. They're just punks. Alright, moving on...) Well, the other night I made chili. Who doesn't like chili?!?! You can put cheese on it. It's awesome on a cold, damp day. I even made it super-wimpy mild so that nobody would complain about it being to spicy. One look at it and both kids were in teeth gnashing mode. "Eeeewwwwww! I don't want thiiiiis!!! Not thiiiiis! I want pizza! Waaaaah!" Rude. So, Carl III and I ignored them, had 2 bowls of my awesome, if wimpy, chili and the kids had no dinner.
This morning Carl IV is eating his breakfast and tells me that his mouth hurts on his gums. I look at it, and it looks like he's just jabbed himself with his toothbrush. It hurts, but he'll live. That's the end of it, right? Well, I thought so, but was sorely mistaken. Apparently when he was at school he was complaining and whining so much about his teeth hurting that his teacher actually called my mother-in-law! She said he's complaining about his mouth and teeth hurting "really bad." I know exactly what it is. The kid is so OCD that he gets completely fixated on something and can't let it go, so he's probably been poking this scrape with his finger and/or tongue all morning so it's irritated. But, no...he'd never admit that. When Mrs. Porter asks him what happened he says, "I don't know, but I think it's the chili my mom made me eat." !!!!!! WHAT?!?!?! Now my chili is not only "gross" and "yucky" but causing physical harm to anyone within 5 feet?! Ugh. This kid...

Monday, February 27, 2012

Mommy Dementia

I remember once when I was about 5 or 6 my mom, sister, and I went somewhere (can't remember where, and it's not very important anyway...). After we'd finished up wherever the heck we were, we headed back to my mom's trusty old Toyota, Violet. This was back in the 80's before power locks, so it was determined by seniority the order of which you got your door unlocked. Mom, obviously, got in first and reached over to unlock the front door for Alie. As Alie's reaching around to unlock my door, mom starts to drive off. I. Am. Devastated. My own mother just drove off and left me! ...okay, okay, so she made it, like, 5 feet before she realized her mistake and I hopped in the car, but still...that was a horrifying 10 seconds for me. I remember thinking to myself, "How could she?! How does a mom not notice that one of her kids is NOT IN THE CAR?!?!" The answer: Mommy Dementia, of which I am now a victim.
I sent out invitations for the boy's birthday party last Friday. I went to the skating rink of Saturday to pay the deposit for the party and the girl can't find our reservation. "I've been emailing Kim for the past 2 weeks about this. Are you sure you don't see Dominique in there? Next Friday, March 2nd?" I'm starting to freak out at this point because I have already sent out the invitations. Aaaak! "No, but I see a Carl Rudegeair for Friday the 9th at 4:30...is that your son?" Me: "WHAT?! No, no, no...I emailed Kim. Look," I whip out my phone and pull up my emails. "Right here. 'Kim, let's go ahead and book the party for 4:30 on the...9th,' Oh, crap." Yep. I put the wrong date on the invitations. Yay, me! Ugh. So I had to write little 'I'm an Idiot' notes to all the parents of the kids in Carl's class to correct my whoopsie. And it doesn't stop there! Just the other day we're all piling in the car to go to a friend's house. I get the big kids in the car and Carl III get T all strapped in. Well, I hop in my seat and crank the engine and everyone's just looking at me as if I've grown a second head. "What?" I ask. "Were you planning on closing the door?" Yeah, I was about to head down the road with Paige's door WIDE open! Honestly, I'm thinking that with every kid you have it just gets progressively worse. Pretty soon you'll find me leaving the house without pants or without a kid...just do me a favor...do a quick head count if you see me out with the kids to make sure all are present and accounted for.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

A Two-fer!

I'm going to hit you with a twofer post today. The first is going to be me shamelessly plugging myself and my friend so that we can get a little business. The second will be my usual nonsensical ramblings. Alright? Alright.

I have recently signed on as a Thirty-One consultant. They sell really cute and functional bags, wallets, home storage solutions, etc. Check out my website www.mythirtyone.com/dominiquerudegeair/ and take a gander at the catalog and book a party for exclusive savings and potentially free items available for hosting a party!

Looking for a massage therapist that works with your schedule rather than having to try to get to a spa when they're open? Look no further! My dear friend, Kim Evans, is a licensed massage therapist and, get this...she will come to you! That's right kiddies, she will give you an amazing massage (I'm speaking from personal experience...the girl's amazing!) in the comfort of your own home! Check her out on Facebook and tell her I sent you.


Alright, on to the norm:

Carl IV will be 5 in 13 days. For the past 4 days I have been subjected to, "Mom...is it 1 or 2 days until my birthday?" from the boy. Me: *sigh* "Let's go look at the calendar and we'll count. 1, 2, 3, 4, blah, blah, blah, 13. Almost 2 weeks away, buddy." Him: "Aaaaaaaugh! That's soooo loooooooong!!! Why can't it be my birthday today?!" Me: "Because then your birthday would be February 23, not March 7." And away he stomps to lament the fact that he wasn't born early. Trust me, if I'd had my way he would've been born in January!

T is rolling over now. I almost feel sorry for the poor thing because as a third child, she's going to have to do a lot more than that to impress us now. I remember when Carl IV started rolling over. I think I probably texted everyone I knew like it was some monumental milestone (If you received one of those texts or emails, please accept my humble apology. First time mom...you know how it is.).

Paige is in all out 3 year old mode. I don't know how I forgot how nasty 3 year olds are sometimes. Carl IV went through the same thing. I must have blocked it out. She is super whiney, bursts into tears about practically everything. If this is her at 3, I'm moving out when she hits her tween years, because I don't know if I'll be able to take it.

That's all I've got for you now. Remember to check out my website and pop on over to Kim's Facebook page to say hi and set up your massage. Peace!

Monday, February 6, 2012

New Venture

Because kids are expensive, and I have 3 of 'em, I have started a new business venture. The link to my website for said venture is here. Give it a look-see. I'm new and don't know what the heck I'm doing, but I'm super chatty and pretty darn friendly, so I think I can make this work. So, long story short, have a look and schedule a party, okay? *mwah!*

Friday, February 3, 2012

Friday Randomness

- I talked to my best girlfriend, Carla, today. It made my day. I miss her a lot. All the states between Florida and Pennsylvania need to get out of the way so we're closer to each other. My heart hurts going so long without seeing her. Dang it, now I'm sad. Back to happy! I had a really nice talk with her today, and she's still my bestest.

- Carl IV has a birthday coming up. He'll be 5. I'm having trouble coming to terms with this. I just don't feel old enough to have a 5 year old. I must've counted wrong...1,2,3,4...crap. Nope, he's 5. And I'm getting old.

- I've decided it's time for me to start running again because, as much as I hate to admit it, I actually do feel better when I exercise. Dang it.

- 3 kids = a lot of kids. Really. They've figured out that they outnumber us and are using it to their advantage. I am a little worried.

- Teaghan is thisclose to sleeping through the night. I am soooo ready for uninterrupted sleep again. I miss it.

- I'm going to a purse party tonight (sort of like a Tupperware party, but with purses). I'm going to try my hardest not to spend bajillions of dollars. I love purses. Like, a lot.

- I am so tired that I can't come up with much more to say. The end.