The last 5 days

I didn't write it down. I don't know what I've done. I'm a failure. But that's Ok. I still love me. :) I know I've used several of those 30 minute increments for exercise on the Wii. And some I used for vegetating and reading. But I didn't write it down. I can barely find time to write down my grocery list.  Um... yeah. I don't know what else I want to say. I don't have anything comical to say. I know that a husband in pain is a pain in the ass. He's worse than me with PMS! I found a magic pill that makes him less cranky, but then he gets sleepy and is even more worthless than a cranky husband. I hope he gets well soon. I miss the guy I married. The guy he was BEFORE some distracted woman rear ended him with her car. So if you have a spare prayer, pray that he heals soon. I don't know how much more I can handle.

Days 4, 5, & 6

4 & 5: There is nothing to post about. I did not find time for myself. I was so exhausted I fell asleep early both nights, before the kids even went to bed. Today is no exception. Blah.
6: I went to Walmart to rent a Redbox, and spent 30 minutes just walking around by myself. When I got home, my husband had the kids bathed, and so now, they're watching ParaNorman, and I get to give his stinky puppy a bath.

My brain is just not connected, so that's it from me.

***EDITED TO ADD: I got a bonus 30 minutes tonight on the Wii doing Zumba AND Jillian Michael's whatever Workout. YAY!***

My Continued Resolution

Day 3: We had all the kids to bed by 8pm, I sat down at the computer to play some games to wait out the "I'm not tired, he's bothering me, she won't stop breathing" moments to pass, and then, silence. The whole HOUSE went silent and dark. And then crying ensued. I looked outside, and it was only our house. CRAP. My husband was outside in his man lair(or as most people call it, the garage, only no cars are allowed in ours) and came inside to see what was up. He checked and our main breaker for the entire house had tripped. That can't be good. We still don't know why, but the line coming into the house was hotter than hell he said.
Anyway, we get that sorted, get the middle 5 back to bed, and #7 won't sleep. She's sick(AGAIN) and thinks she needs extra special attention(yes, my 13 month old has figured this out already), so she screamed everytime I laid her down. Just went it looked bleak, and I wouldn't get me time, I decided to take her in the bathroom with me and start removing my toenail polish(because I had PLANNED on giving myself a pedicure). She got bored just watching that, so she fell asleep on the floor. I put her to bed, and at least get my toenails repainted, and then read for another 20 minutes. I actually got 40 minutes to myself last night. It wasn't what I had originally intended, but I still got to do something just for me.
To celebrate achieving my goal for 3 days in a row, I took #6 and #7 to Krispy Kreme this morning after dropping the big kids off at school and preschool. We got two free glazed because they were making them fresh when we got there, and we bought 4 more. Yum. It was a good celebration. Now I get to go work on disinfecting the toys and the playroom. I need to get rid of these germs that #7 keeps finding.

New Years Resolution

Well, leave it to me, the hectic, crazy, always procrastinating, mother of seven to write about my New Years resolution the day AFTER New Years. Yep. That's me. One of THOSE people.
My resolution is to take time for me. (As I'm typing this, my husband is trying to talk to me, I had to tell him I was taking time for *ME* and he got all defensive "Oh, forgive me for bothering you".. ugh. Yes, I think it's time for me.) I am going to try to take time for myself every day. I don't do that. If you know me, you know my whole life is about my family and friends. I put everyone before me. This year, I will take the time to do something for myself every day. This is going to be one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Harder than giving birth without an epidural(and boy, was THAT a blast!!! I even did it 3 times because I thought it was so great, LOL) In all seriousness though, I am going to try my hardest to do this. I don't even know what "my time" will consist of, but I am going to make some rules that I have to follow. Feel free to add some rules for me if you want in the comments. I can't say I will follow them all, but I will try!

So here goes:
1. No using "going to the bathroom" as my me time. Absolutely not. That should be a staple every mother gets every day anyway!!
2. I can not use me time to watch TV.
3. Me time will last for at least 30 minutes in one day. Yes, I must specify one day, because if not, I may drag it out over a week, because I constantly get interrupted!
4. If I get interrupted during me time, I have to stop my timer and come back to it. Let's be realistic here, having a dramatic teenager, a diabetic son, three actresses/singers, one computer junkie who always needs help(because he's 3!!!), and a toddler who wants to be held nonstop means there WILL be interruptions.
5. Me time can include exercising, talking to a friend on the phone(or in person if that chance should ever arise), or just doing anything *I* want to do. Not something the kids want or my husband wants. It must specifically be something I want to do or enjoy doing.
6. I have to write about my me time. I may write it on paper, and blog it later, but I must write about.

And that's about the list I can think of. If you have more ideas, again, feel free to add something, and we'll see where this goes.

So let's start with Day 1: I sat and snuggled with the kids because *I* wanted to. Ok, it's kind of a rule breaker, but really, it was so heartwarming. It was fun and they had a blast which meant me sending them to bed at 9pm wasn't so horrific because they got to spend time with Mommy beforehand. In a house with nine people, spending time with Mommy or Daddy is something to cherish. :)

Day 2: I typed this. It took me 30 minutes to get my thoughts in order. I was interrupted by my husband, and had to "stop" my timer, but I sat here and typed this, and I found a way I want to decorate my girls' room.  I can't wait to get started on that! Maybe I can spend my me time sewing their new curtains, closet door, and comforters! I LOVE SEWING! :)

Ok. School starts back up tomorrow, so I supposed I should get to bed. 6am will be here so painfully early. I haven't seen that time since this morning when #7 woke up cranky. LOL. She has ear infections in both ears and a nasty virus that causes sores in her mouth. YAY! I'll need my me time more than ever now!!!

Some days you're the dog, some days you're the hydrant

You ever have one of those days where everything that can goes wrong does? Yeah, so I've had one of those MONTHS. I mean, I feel like it's all a big joke, and I can't even remember everything that happened, but some serious crap happened, and I had to laugh until I cried to keep myself together. From #7 falling the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and busting her eyebrow open(and needing to have it glued shut) to my husband being rear ended with four of our kids in the vehicle with him and that young lady hitting him not having car insurance. There's so much more that happened in between all that, but I'm waving it away. I'm not going to dwell on the negativity of it. I'm going to laugh and move on, because if I don't, I will go crazy. Instead, I will share with you the version of the Twelve Days of Christmas as written by my #1(age 18) and #3(age 9) daughters. :)

Twelve Days of M****(our last name) Christmas

On the first day of Christmas my family gave to me a little girl with an eye gash.
On the second day of Christmas my family gave to me two kids with strep throat and a little girl with an eye gash.
On the third day of Christmas my family gave to me three doses of Tylenol, two kids with strep throat, and a little girl with an eye gash.
On the fourth day of Christmas my family gave to me four nuisance children, three doses of Tylenol, two kids with strep throat, and a little girl with an eye gash.
On the fifth day of Christmas my family gave to me five in a car crash, four nuisance children, three doses of Tylenol, two kids with strep throat, and a little girl with an eye gash.
On the sixth day of Christmas my family gave to me six kids with fevers, five in a car crash, four nuisance children, three doses of Tylenol, two kids with strep throat, and a little girl with an eye gash.
On the seventh day of Christmas my family gave to me seven kids in trouble, six kids with fevers, five in a car crash, four nuisance children, three doses of Tylenol, two kids with strep throat, and a little girl with an eye gash.
On the eighth day of Christmas my family have to me eight good grades, seven kids in trouble, six kids with fevers, five in a car crash, four nuisance children, three doses of Tylenol, two kids with strep throat, and a little girl with an eye gash.
On the ninth day of Christmas my family gave to me nine people not feeling well, eight good grades, seven kids in trouble, six kids with fevers, five in a car crash, four nuisance children, three doses of Tylenol, two kids with strep throat, and a little girl with an eye gash.
On the tenth day of Christmas my family gave to me ten dinners from friends and family, nine people not feeling well, eight good grades, seven kids in trouble, six kids with fevers, five in a car crash, four nuisance children, three doses of Tylenol, two kids with strep throat, and a little girl with an eye gash.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my family gave to me eleven doses of antibiotic eye drops, ten dinners from friends and family, nine people not feeling well, eight good grades, seven kids in trouble, six kids with fevers, five in a car crash, four nuisance children, three doses of Tylenol, two kids with strep throat, and a little girl with an eye gash.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my family gave to my twelve red and white roses(for tolerating all the crap), eleven doses of antibiotic eye drops, ten dinners from friends and family, nine people not feeling well, eight good grades, seven kids in trouble, six kids with fevers, five in a car crash, four nuisance children, three doses of Tylenol, two kids with strep throat, and a little girl with an eye gash.

Am I being "Punk'd"???

Sometimes I really think I'm being punked. Yesterday afternoon was one of those moments. I had just walked in the door from afterschool pick up, and my phone rang. Not let me back up a second here to say I've been answering every phone call lately, as one of my kids is having a slumber party and I asked everyone to RSVP via my cell. I don't normally answer unavailable numbers, but I did. So back to the story. So the conversation goes like this:

Other party: Hi this is XYZ, great grandmother of ABC. Is this (insert my child's name) mother?
Me: Yes. Hi, it's nice to meet you.
OP: Yes, well we have a problem. You see, your child told both of my great granddaughter's they could come to her party. And now I have one child in tears in the car because the invitation did not have her name on it.
Me: Oh, well, I don't know what to tell you. My child lied.(Yes, I totally said that, without even checking with my child if she DID say it, which later I asked and she said NO!) We invited only the girls in my child's class, at that's quite enough for me to handle.
(An aside, the OTHER granddaughter is in a different grade, which is why she wasn't invited)
OP: Well, I was wondering if my other great granddaughter could come to the party too. She'll bring a really nice gift.
Me:(Stuttering to come up with a NICE reply to a person I have never met before in my life) Well, see, that's really nice, but, uh, well I have 6 kids already(I didn't include #1) who will be here, and I just don't feel comfortable adding any more children, especially ones I don't know very well, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have my hands full with the ones who are coming. I'm really sorry.
OP: I just don't know what I'm going to do. So, you still want my granddaughter at your party?
ME: Um, well, yes, we would enjoy her company if she can attend without her sister.
OP: Yeah, well. Ok. So what's your address?
Me: It's on the invitation(which I'm assuming she had to be looking at because how the hell else did she get my phone number?!), but here, I'll give it to you again. ::Gives lady the address::
OP: Oh, yeah, do you know BLAHDY BLAH BLAH? She lives over off Burch street, she's my sister.
Me: No, I'm sorry. I don't even know what Burch Street is.
OP: That's ok. Yeah. Well. Then. We'll see you.
Me: Ok. Thanks for calling.
OP: Yeah. Thanks a lot.

Then I hung up wondering if this lady was coming today for a party, because I think she was mistaken on the date or something. The party isn't for another week. It was so weird. I was kind of shaken that some person that I have never met before had the balls to call and ask if they can bring the sibling of the invited child to a sleepover at my house and they don't even know WHO the hell I am. It was just beyond odd, and I kept thinking someone was going to call me and tell me it was a joke. Or maybe even that grandma forgot to take her medicine. I can honestly say, that was a first for me. And I really hope the last. LOL.

Forward, Backward, Time Change Stinks

This whole "falling back" thing stinks. Kids don't know the clock says "SLEEP LONGER", they only know their body is ready to get up, because that's what they've been doing for the last 7 or 8 months. It sucks. Royally. I have to admit though, they were REALLLLLLLLY tired today, and getting up at what we thought was 6:30(which was really 5:30 with the stupid time change) made them ready for a nap at 10:30(the real time, because by that point I HAD set the clocks back) and I got to join them in a much needed nap. Why did I need a nap? Well, besides the obvious "I have seven kids and that's enough to wear anyone out", last night my husband and I had a few drinks to celebrate his upcoming birthday, and then we stayed up playing on the Wii and laughing until nearly 1:30 am. Then, when it came time for us to go to bed, #7 started crying and did not want to sleep. So Mommy got the job of taking care of her, because Mommy accidentally head butted Daddy and broke his nose. In order to self medicate, Daddy drank waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more adult beverage than was neceessary, and could barely make it up the stairs to the bedroom. I figured it was probably best to let him sleep. So, I got baby duty(not to be confused with baby DOOTY), which meant bringing her to bed with me, and sleeping with a midget sized wrestler. I swear that's what it feels like, especially when the little sleep I do get means I wake up with bruises or sore areas on my body that I figure had to be created by this small person who is wedged in between Mommy and Daddy pressing each of us to the furthest opposite edge of the bed. And then when aforementioned kids decided butt-crack-of-dawn was a good time to get up, I was dragging.
So now, back to that nap that I got, well I sort of forgot to set my alarm to wake me up, and #4 had a soccer game we had to leave by 12:30pm for. I fell asleep HARD with the 3 youngest kiddos, and something startled me awake at 12:15. My husband was out in his workshop working with #2, #1 was at work, #3 & #4 were outside playing, and no one realized WE HAD TO LEAVE IN 15 MINUTES except me. I hadn't showered, made anyone lunch, and most kids were in some form on not-suitable-for-outside-our-home attire, so my husband rushed to get himself ready, as did I, and we got everyone else ready and out the door only 10 minutes late. Whew. Luckily for us, we have started a new "we will leave way before we really have to leave because it takes us 15 minutes longer than that to get loaded" rule. It's been keeping us on time quite a bit! :) And my husband saved the day by deciding we should celebrate #2s birthday today(his actual birthday is Wednesday) by going out to eat after the soccer game. It worked out great. And I realized how awesome my husband really is because even after I broke his nose, he saved my tired self from having to cook dinner. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to go to bed at 9:30(which would have been 10:30) and HOPEFULLY get some sleep. I hear no little people(other than #2 and his buddy who is staying the night) to keep me from reaching my dreams. I probably just jinxed myself.