This whole week I have been home from work, with migraines, headaches, sinus troubles and now a cold. I really hate riding on the train listening to people coughing and sneezing and blowing their noses... keep it at home asshole! So, what have I done this week? Well let me first say, that the day Delainey started school I rejoiced in the fact that any day from now on, if I was home sick from work, I would have the entire house to MYSELF all day! (as long as it was a Monday/Wednesday/every other Friday) This week, I've had all three days!! Yay me! Everyone is happy when Mummy is home. We get to have dinner by 6pm. I bake treats for them during the day. I bought them a movie to watch when they got home from school one day and we all snuggled on the couch and watched it. I cleaned their rooms. All the laundry is done. It may sound cray cray, but I feel like I've had a nice relaxing week. Despite feeling like I've been hit by a train, snotty tissues all over the place, I also LOOK like I've been hit by a train. But also, last weekend, before I got hit by the plague, Delainey went to a birthday party on Saturday. And she looked ADORABLE!
All about US
The things we do and say. A place for me to tell my stories, because sometimes you gotta just write it down. Please read, comment and share if you like! You won't agree with everything I say, that's ok, you don't have to. You won't understand me all the time, that's ok, you don't have to. You may not think I am always funny, that's ok, you don't have to. But talk to me, start a conversation, I'm a really good listener. Hope to see you around!
Friday, October 17, 2014
Even when I'm down, I'm not out
Monday, October 6, 2014
I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
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Is it a rock? Or is it a potato? Let's see if it will hurt when I throw it on your foot. (that's me, not sure how old.... my Mum can tell you) Aren't I CUTE! |
My earliest memory from my childhood, of what I wanted to be
when I grew up was, I wanted to be a fashion designer. I remember doing
drawings of clothes I wanted to make, then actually attempting some of them out
of scraps of fabric I found in my Mums sewing stash. This probably lasted a summer…
a year at the most. When I got older I wanted to be a hairdresser. This one
lasted for years and still exists. When I was a kid I was doing perms and
haircuts on most of my friends and even on some of the parents in my street. I
would braid my girlfriend’s hair in the morning at school. I even attended a
technical college course. That was a whole different lifetime ago. After
that I wanted to do drug counseling. I figured the experience I had with the
subject matter, I would be pretty good at it. I also wanted to be an interior
designer. I was re arranging my room at least once a month! I remember being
obsessed with wanting to paint my room ‘bubblegum green’, not teal or aqua, it
was ‘bubblegum green’. I ended up with a very pink room. Which was weird,
because I was kind of a tom boy. To this day though, I still cut hair. One of my friends prefers me doing her hair over going to a trained person. I'm sure a FREE haircut is a bonus, but I usually do a better job! It's really hard for me to have other people cut my kids hair. Holden is the only one that's had a haircut in a salon.
I don’t know if either of my parents had any particular
aspirations for me. I don’t know if they ever thought “Nichole would be a really
good teacher” or “Nichole is really good with babies, she should go into
pediatric nursing”. After finishing high school, or even during, there was
never any talk about going onto to further education anywhere. It was like it
was never an option. Actually, I Ieft high school a few months into the 11th
grade to go to that technical college to do the hairdressing introduction
course. I should have stayed in school and finished year 12. Regret that
choice. Those last years of school for me were a very tumultuous time in my
life. I wasn’t living at home.
Now I’m all grown up and I have no idea what I want to be or
do. I like to experience a little bit of everything. I think that’s the
Sagittarius in me. The thing is, I don’t
have the time or the money to go to school to get a college degree anymore. But I'm doing OK for myself without it.
In America, most parents are thinking about their kids’
college education before they are even born. Without any consideration as to
what the kid might want to do with his/her life. And then there’s my kids. Based
on what I know about my kids, Holden is going to go into some kind of computer
science field and make bucket loads of money. Ashton is going to play baseball
for the national league. Delainey is going to be some kind of visual artist.
Holden and Ashton will supplement her income as she will be a struggling
artist. I don’t know if they know what they want to be when they grow up, but I
know from their little personalities what they are capable of (right now
anyway). Keenan and I talk about the potential each one of them has. Each one
of them is so different from the other. Their personality traits are so easy to
recognize. Of course they can be and do what ever they want to do. But they have to listen to my suggestions ;o)
We all have hopes and dreams for our kids to be happy and
successful when they grow up. One thing I can do to help them realize their
potential is to nurture and encourage them. Guide them, but not control them.
Be their center. Make sure they know that where ever they go in the world, they
will be able to find their way back to me and that I am behind them every step
of the way. I will make sure they know that we have high expectations for them,
and if they don’t reach their potential they will be reminded of what miserable
failures they are. I’M KIDDING. I’d be happy if they wanted to travel the world
and not go to college at all. It’s their choice. Their decision.
I know if I could… I would…
Friday, October 3, 2014
Balance
Being a parent is the hardest job in the world, but it is
also the most rewarding. Every day is a struggle these days, trying to raise
your kids in a politically correct world. While guiding them to be strong and
assertive and independent, but kind and compassionate and generous at the same
time. It’s all about balance. I think that is my favorite word, balance. I love
its meaning, ‘A state of equilibrium or equipoise; equal distribution of weight,
amount, etc.’ and ‘mental steadiness or emotional stability; habit of calm
behavior, judgment, etc’ and one more ‘the power or ability to decide an
outcome by throwing one’s strength, influence, support, or the like, to one
side or the other’.
My kids are so funny and it’s really hard to not laugh at
them/with them when they are telling fart and poop jokes, or when Ashton says “hey,
we never got to see those Google pictures of what diseases you’ll get if you
don’t wipe your butt properly” (I bet you just laughed) Or how EVERY time
Delainey needs to use the potty she announces it to everyone (she’s SUCH a girl…
why do we do that? I’m surprised she doesn't ask me if I want to go with her. I
hope she doesn't do that at school!) or how Holden …… Anyway, it’s really hard
to balance out the laughing at/with them, with teaching them acceptable ways to
act and behave beyond the safety of our front door without changing who they
are, at the very core of their being. My kids are good kids, they are kind, and
caring and sympathetic. Sometimes they just need to be better listeners. And so
do we. There’s the balance. They’re not perfect, and neither are we.
I watched a yYouTube video the other day about a mother
wearing a GoPro camera attached to her head. It was a ‘day in the life of’
(which really only consisted of the time it took Mum getting out of bed and getting
the kid off to school) The point of the video was to show us all the mean things
her daughter says to her. I’m sorry, but that shit aint ok. It’s not funny. Why
does she think it’s ok for her daughter to talk to her like that? She doesn’t
do anything about it. In fact the only voice you hear in the video is the kids.
The mother never says a word. She just walks around the house, rolling her eyes
and smacking her lips. This kid must get away with murder. It kind of made me a
little mad. Like, does she not have any self-respect? Does she let other people
walk all over her? Does she think “oh, she’s so cute. She’s just being funny,
that’s just how she is”. Makes me wonder if she actually pays attention to her.
I’m pretty sure the balance in that house is not on a level scale. I’m assuming
too much. Don’t sue me.
If my kids ever
disrespect me, or do or say something that could hurt my feelings (if I were 30
years younger) they damn well know about it. They will learn that it’s not ok
to say something mean to someone. They will learn that when someone is talking
to them they damn well better listen. And how they learn is by me and their
father parenting them! When my kids are really pissing me off, like I’m at my
breaking point, and they just aren’t getting it… I break out the big guns. I
shed some tears and tell them I’m done. I show them my feelings. That’s when
they get it. Everybody stops what they are doing. They all apologize and look
very sullen, I get lots of hugs and heads buried in my neck and we talk about
the who’s, what’s, when’s, and why’s to help them understand. Kids need
boundaries. They need to know what is expected of them. And it’s our job to
make sure they grow up to be balanced, productive, caring, enthusiastic, funny,
members of society. It’s our job, which means you are the boss. Don’t be scared
to assert some control and guidance, you won’t break their little spirits.
Or they could be hermits and never leave the house, I don’t
care. It’s their life. J
Actually, I do care. I care a lot. Probably too much. Someone used to say to me
“why do you care?” and I would say to myself, because if I don’t care, who
fucking will? That’s a whole ‘nother discussion.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
10 questions
10 things you find yourself asking Google, when you have
kids, that you wish you never had the need to ask, but which will be saved in
your browsing history forever (some are for the purpose of scaring the shit out
of your kids, the others just scare the shit out of you)
1. What happens if you don’t wipe your butt properly? (we were too afraid to hit the search button so we never actually found out)
2. What happens in a car accident and you don’t wear a seat belt?
3. What do pinworms look like?
4. Why is there so much blood pouring from my childs nose?
5. Why does my kid have such bad B.O.?
6. X-rays of kids teeth
7. How to get rid of head lice
8. Is a penny made in 1978 toxic to swallow?
9. … ok so I could only come up with 8
Ok, so once you’ve searched the web for these answers, then you do an image search… OH THE HORROR!!!!
1. What happens if you don’t wipe your butt properly? (we were too afraid to hit the search button so we never actually found out)
2. What happens in a car accident and you don’t wear a seat belt?
3. What do pinworms look like?
4. Why is there so much blood pouring from my childs nose?
5. Why does my kid have such bad B.O.?
6. X-rays of kids teeth
7. How to get rid of head lice
8. Is a penny made in 1978 toxic to swallow?
9. … ok so I could only come up with 8
Ok, so once you’ve searched the web for these answers, then you do an image search… OH THE HORROR!!!!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
recording memories
Tomorrow is Holdens 7th birthday. I want somewhere I can record the things my kids do and say, because I know someday i'm not going to be able to remember anything. This way I can go back and read about the funny things my kids do and say when ever I want. They grow up way too fast... Bam - Holden is 7, Bam - Delainey will be 2 in 32 days, Bam - Ashton will be 4 in 54 days! I hate that their Birthdays are all so close together. They all get a year older in one swift blow. I hate that I have to work full time, I feel like I miss so much of them during the day and that I don't get to play a role in raising them as much as I would like to. So, what I do get, I will keep here!
Ashton Swallowed a coin... will he poop money?
Ashton swallowed a coin today. I was standing on the other side of the room and Holden was sitting on the couch playing a video game, I heard Ashton quietly say to him "Holden... I had some money in my mouth and it went down and I swallowed it" I quickly went over and rammed my fingers down his throat to see if it was stuck in his throat or if it was close enough that he could bring it back up. It was the end of the world for him. He didn't bring it back up, so we had to explain to him what was going to happen. At first he said it was a penny, then he said it was a dime. If it was a penny we could be in trouble. Any peny made after the 1980's contain zinc and if it dosn't come out after 4 weeks it'll turn corosive. So yay, we have to check his poop for the next few days "strain it through water" and make sure it comes out. He was very distraught. Then he said "I gotta go pee it out" LOL so he went to the bathroom and sat there and me and Keenan watched him strain like he was giving birth. It was so hard not to laugh, he was sitting there crying and saying nothing was coming out. So lots of high fiber for Ashton for the next few days. Fingers crossed we some him pooping money soon!!! LOL.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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