The 3 Week Plan

That's what Im calling it.

We are starting new habits. We have 3 weeks to make it work. It starts tonight.

1) Bedtime for all the littles is at 9pm.  I tend to always have at least 1 child up at 11pm, 1am etc...

2) All meals/snacks will be eaten at the dining room table or outdoors. We are often rushing to get things done, and the kids will sit in the living room, on the floor in my office etc and eat. Im tired of steam cleaning carpets. Im tired of vacuuming 3 times a day. Im tired of sweeping up crumb paths. Im tired of people taking off with a bag of chips and me finding it 3 hours later, showering my carpet.

3) Dresser reassignment/closet cleanup! We will get clothing put in dressers/closets and no more rubbermade tubs in the laundry room.

4) Im going to exercise the orneriness out of these kids LOL that means bike rides, swimming lessons, and running around the house doing chores.



Ill keep ya posted on my progress.


Oh and I only have 3 wks because that is how long my biggest offender is going to be gone! The 33 yr old offender!

There is a reason for bedtime

Its not so that parents can eat the good things in life, like oreos, chocolate cake, apple pie, or ice cream.

Its not so we can watch the BEST TV shows without the kids!

Okay, I know South Park isnt the BEST TV show... but I know a 6 yr old that thinks it is, and gets upset when its watched after his bedtime!! Why would an adult watch a cartoon without the kids, ya know?

One day they will figure out its because they needed the sleep. Until then we all get to put up with the crankasauraus Rexs of the world when they dont get enough sleep.

Last night was no exception for Ms. Devil Child. regular routine, supper around 6, bath time around 7. Bedtime between 8-830. Round 1 I say go to bed now. She goes. 10 minutes later I hear footsteps. I say go to bed. She goes. Round 2 through 22 are a repeat of the same.

I think she FINALLY crashed around 11pm. This morning the price was high.... I woke her up at 650. her bus comes at 740. Putting clothes on was a nightmare. Socks? OMGeez the seam at the end of the sock has to go just RIGHT over the toes or it is a lawsuit waiting to happen! Shoes? Who am I kidding. The last thing that child wanted to do was put on shoes today. She tried to sleep standing up while I yanked and tugged at her hair, getting it into a piggy tail on top of her head.

I sang the morning song on the way to the bus stop... I got yelled at to shut up.

I have blackmail pictures, should I ever have any use for them:

Dont worry, Tom the talking Cat entertained her the last 5 minutes before the bus came, and she perked right up.

Thank you Tom :)

Stress is accumulating

Rapidly. I feel an implosion coming on. Well except that I dont have time to deal with an implosion from stress.

Its always something. tonight its the non-stop bickering and arguing from the kids, the Halloween costumes that have all arrived, except the one I cant seem to find, and am probably going to spend all day Friday attempting to make, so that a certain 2 yr old can be a fwog. 

Add all that to an already stressful day of organizing paperwork and putting it into a time line. The stress of added expenses that always seem to pop up at the wrong time, and of course the never ending stream of phone calls that are not returned. I realize everyone's time is important, I just wish everyone realized my time is important too.

It seems like when it rains, it not only pours, it floods and throws hurricane force winds in with it. If you cant bend under the pressure you will break. I hate to see the day that I finally break, but every time life throws lemons, I feel the breaking point getting closer.

Everyone is finally in bed. It was a rough night at bedtime too. I think they all feel the stress pouring off my body like sweat and it energizes them. The baby fussed for a good 2 hours, no amount of bumbo, bouncy,swing, play time was fixing it. Fed her changed her burped her... she puked, whats new. Still fussed. She finally gave up about 20 minutes ago. Lil dude never fights bedtime, he gets told go to bed, he goes. Not tonight. Up and down, water, potty, toothbrushing, and water again. I finally threatened great bodily harm, I havent heard a peep from that one since.

Baby J was doing good until she thought my bed was a good trampoline, even though Mr Digger was already asleep on it! She is easy though, chuck her in the bed and tell her if she gets up the light goes off. She doesnt move. Afraid of the dark works to my advantage for now.

Devil child, well she is going to be an issue come about 530 am  when I pull her from her dream world and make her take a bath, and get ready for school. Someday she will learn to listen.

Now Im thinking about homework, I should be doing homework, but because Im tired, wore out, stressed out, and feeling a bit depressed... Im still at the thinking about it stage.

Id say it can only get better, but that is almost a jinx. When I say it, life laughs and proves that it can, indeed get worse.