Saturday, June 26, 2010

It's Almost the End of June

Today was a big day for me. I pulled the plug on my Facebook account and I put J and Bo on a plane to Las Vegas. J was pretty disappointed today when I had to remind/inform him that Bo couldn't go to the casinos, or to most of the shows he was planning to go to. Poor J. He has a hard life. In Vegas, no gambling, no burlesque shows.

I have been considering "quitting" FB for a long time and finally just decided to rip the band-aid off. There are definite positives about it that I will miss, but more about it that I won't and don't need. I also definitely see it as a distraction from blogging and I have missed blogging and want to get back to it. A year later....

Today as I was driving the hour and a half back from the airport (or 27 hours, according to Avee) I was thinking of all the things I wanted to blog about. I decided that some days I can just write three lines and that will be okay. Lately the kids have given one-liners that I definitely want to record, and I hesitate because I don't have anything else to include. That ends now. :)

And I have also been in a funk. For some time now. I kind of want to talk about it as sort of a reality check for me, and maybe as a reminder in the future. That's another post though.

I have been sick for a week. Nothing major, but just feeling really crappy every single day. Each day I think I'll be better and all but yesterday and today, I've felt worse. Worse! That never happens. I am always in such control of my health! Today I felt better and then BAM, about 2 hours after dropping off J and Bo, I felt awful. The reason I bring this up is, I've been a horrible ogre of a mother. My standard for niceness as a mother is generally pretty low. I believe in having thick-skinned offspring. So, for me to call it "horrible ogre", really means something. And with that comes guilt. My kids don't deserve this. But I can't help myself.

So tonight, as I felt myself rapidly declining (just two hours prior I had been singing and rocking out, and indulging in knock-knock jokes--stupid, ridiculous, meaningless, repetitive, annoying knock-knock jokes!) I resolved to take the kids swimming. I could handle hanging out in a pool watching every flip, flop, handstand, breath-holding trick shown me, for at least 45 minutes.

So we loaded up, and headed to the pool. It was pretty crowded. We were there for 10 minutes. Avee and Danyo were showing me their newly acquired swimming skills (Danyo tucks his chin down, face in the water and flops like a madman, the most awesome 3-year-old swimming I have ever seen). Suddenly I see a little commotion nearby and I turn to observe. Moments later I am grossly aware of a giant turd lying in the bottom of the pool. This white girl cain't dance, but this white girl can fly. I grabbed Danyo and dragged Avee and was out of the pool before the other people could finish saying the word. So nasty.

Avee tried to bargain just staying away from it on the other end of the pool. Danyo started singing, "poop water, poop water, nana nana pooooooooop water."

That plan flopped. So now they are sitting on the living room floor eating ice cream. I know how to teach them healthy life habits.

Since I last blogged Bo turned 7 and Danyo turned 3. I look at Bo in amazement of the boy he's become. I don't remember the part where he stopped being a baby.

Last night he lost a tooth, basically in his sleep. He's missing one of his top front teeth, and last night it was a bottom tooth, a little on the side. He actually slept walk downstairs where J was (I was not home) and was kind of wigging out and J couldn't figure out what was going on and then Bo, to counteract the actual wigging out, considerately whispered everything he said. Which was also nonsense, but J thought it was particularly funny that after he paced and frantically waved his hands and acted crazy, he then started to whisper. I think he knew his tooth was coming out, but was too tired to deal with it. In the middle of all this, his tooth came out.

When I got home, I told J that I was a little worried about Bo because I had a memory in my head of looking at him earlier in the evening, and he looked out of sorts. Sort of zoned and possibly troubled. Then J told me about his sleep walking. So I went upstairs and decided to catch Bo defenseless and ask him about his day, in his sleep. (I was sure someone had told him where babies come from and how they get there). He assured me in his sleep that the only thing he had talked about that day was Pokemon and Diary of a Wimpy Kid, and confessed that he was really really tired that evening. So I relaxed and said, "Did you lose your tooth?" He said he had not. I laughed and said, "Yeah you did." He stuck his tongue through the gap and said, "No, I didn't, but it sure feels like I did."

He has no memory of any of it. But he REALLY enjoyed J's recount of the event this morning. As did I.

Anyway, the whole point of the lost tooth----because my precious 7 year old is the only child in the history of children to lose a tooth....

This morning he was talking about his friend's sister (who he is going to visit) and said, "Tharah thaid thomething about theeing...." and I totally burst out laughing. He can't say his "S's". It's totally awesome. It's not that exaggerated, but I didn't know how to type the in between sound of S and Th. I'm pretty sure that is what I'm going to miss the most this week. His newly acquired lisp. It's a toss-up between that and hearing how haaaaaaaaaaaard everything is for him anymore. Pretty sure I'll miss that too.

G'night Y'all!


Carrot Jello said...

Well, there's only one thing to say.
Welcome home Nobody family.
Welcome home.

I hope you know that's from Home Extreme makeover.
I hope you know, that if you admit that, I'll know you watch t.v. on sunday.
I hope you know that might possibly mean that I have a time or two myself.
Not that I'd admit that.

I quit facebook, and never looked back.

Carrot Jello said...

Wait. Are you preggers?

NOBODY said...



I think it's okay to watch tv on Sunday if the show makes you cry. Then it's kind of like it's spiritual. :) My favorite show is on Sunday night---Drop Dead Diva.

I love the makeover show but Ty drives me insane.

Heffalump said...

I am so glad to see you back blogging! I can understand your leaving of Facebook. I have noticed that I waste a ton of time on there.

Adolescent Family said...

Yay! your back! I so look forward to your posts :)

I don't do FB either, its kinda nice.

Cindy said...

So happy you found time to blog...again!!!

Super Happy Girl said...

I'm glad you are here. Because if you're going to be anywhere, blogging is the place to be.

Those kids are going to grow up and find out you wrote all these things for the world to know.
It's going to be awesome.

Sarachid said...

I can't believe you left FB I didn't think people really did that... well I have been checking everyday to see if you blogged again.. so I am happy you did...
my fav quote "No, I didn't, but it sure feels like I did."

Charlotte said...

I miss a couple days in the blogosphere and you post TWICE? The cruelty!

Anyway, I need to perfect this sleep talking interrogation. Sounds highly effective.

I'll miss seeing you on facebook!

Andrea said...

Glad you're back.
I'm a fb quitter too. And also in a funk.

Sarah Tilley said...

henry has that weird sleep walking/talking thing a couple of times. He doesn't make any sense when you try to talk to him, though.

hope you're feeling better. :)

Rebecca said... that..oh my I am a drop dead diva that you you..

mycurlyhairdays said...

Kinda feelin the same about facebook. I need to get back to blogging more.
"It's good for the soul!!!"

Code Yellow Mom said...

OK. About watching TV on Sunday if it makes you cry just made me almost fall off my chair laughing. The best thing I've heard in a looooooong time. I love you.

And I need to pull the plug on facebook. It has reduced my life to complete bleh. At least I think FB is a good thing to blame that on. :) Maybe I will follow your lead...