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My Son Peed on my Modem and Cut Me Off from the World

Really what else is there to say.  Except when I told a friend of mine, her response was, "You are going to blog about this, right?"

Here are the gory details.  Jack (who else did you think it was) was playing on the computer and drinking is 12th cup of water for the day.  Needless to say, wet diapers do not bother this child.  He will walk around hauling a bowling ball in his pants and not say a word.  Well, that is exactly what was happening yesterday when he slipped off the chair, landed square on the modem causing his filled to capacity diaper to explode, leaking urine inside of the modem, shorting it out and disconnecting me from the outside world.

How did I figure this out you ask?  Well, modems get warm and let's just say that cooking urine is easy to detect. 

Happy Birthday My Love

Happy Birthday my love.  I know I should have written this earlier today so that there would actually be a chance that you would see it on your birthday, but life got in the way.  Life is messy that way sometimes.  Just like the special lunch we were supposed to have to celebrate this afternoon.  Instead, Rachel pouted, Teddy refused to eat and Jack rubbed pizza on my pants.  It was insane and felt more like an endurance test than a birthday party.  Yet, at the end, after the kids were strapped back in the car, you gave me one of your great, full of love, arms wrapped all the way around hugs, and I knew exactly why I married you.

There is no one that I would rather face life's messiness with than you.  We may drive each other nuts some times and goodness knows the kids are driving us both completely bananas and don't even get me started about your jobs, but through it all you show me why I am married to the best guy on the planet.  Your principled, steadfast manner make me proud.  Your compassion for others gives me hope.  The love you shower on your children brings me unmeasured joy.  The love you give to me makes my heart burst at the seams.  You are a wonderful man, and on this day of your birth, I celebrate all the wonderful things that make you you.

Happy Birthday my love.

Mother's Day: More Trouble Than It's Worth?

This Sunday is Mother's Day and, as usual, my husband has been asking me what I want to do to celebrate.  Of course this is fair, since I have been asking him what he wants to do for his birthday which is this week.  We both have come up with the same answer, "I dunno."

I feel that there is this tremendous pressure to come up with something good.  Not so much so that we can enjoy it, but rather so that we will have something to tell people when they ask what we did.  I felt the same pressure on my 30th birthday.  In the end, I didn't do anything because I felt whatever I did just wasn't going to live up to what one should do on that momentous occasion.

So right now I am sort of stuck.  There is part of me that would like to do something fun.  But then there is the other part of me that would rather save our money for a good vacation soon.  Plus, the planning, prep work and execution of doing anything with 4 young children is exhausting.  Oh heck, just getting them in and out of the car is exhausting.

It has been suggested that I should just go out and do something on my own, but I really feel guilty leaving my kids with someone else...even my husband.  I know how much work it is and I hate pawning them off on someone else.  Even when we have gotten a babysitter for them, I try to have at least one if not two of them in bed asleep before we leave.  I know I need to find a way to get over this, but it gnaws at me every time I leave them.

So, even though Marty has given me his requests for what to do to celebrate his birthday, I am still at a loss for Mother's Day.  I guess what I want for Mother's Day is to not have to think of something to do.

And They Let Me Raise Children

On Friday I made ribs for dinner.  I even made the bbq sauce from scratch.  Have you ever looked at what is in a bottle of the stuff from the store?  They are basically a bottle of brown high fructose corn syrup.  Well, the resulting ribs were, as Rachel put it, "a piece of heaven on earth."

After the kids went to bed, I went to the big sale at The Children's Place (why is it that my kids are dressed in the latest fashion and I still wear clothes that I bought in college?).  Then I went to the grocery store to buy more ribs, which were on sale.  I also found that they had marked the all natural, hormone free, drug free chicken down from $5 a pound to $1.99 a pound.  I bought 30 packages and saved about $90.  The woman asked me if I ran a day care because my cart had 30 packages of chicken, 6 racks of ribs, 7 bottles of club soda and about a dozen jars of baby food.  I replied, "No, but that is the first time that I have been asked that without my children."

By the time I got home, I was beat and ready for bed.  That was when I looked in the mirror.  I had dried graham cracker mush and bbq sauce on my shirt and there was something wrong with my hair.  I looked more closely, because while the stains on my shirt were nothing out of the ordinary, the hair near my hairline had gone white and curly.  When I touched it, the pieces just broke off.

WHAT.THE.HELL!!!!

Marty asked me what was wrong and I told him that there was something seriously wrong with my hair.  He wandered over and announced, "You hair just got sun burned."  WHAT!!!  I have never heard of such a thing.  I proclaimed him useless and went back to my hair.

Upon further inspection, I noticed that the tips of my eyebrows were also white.  HOLY.CRAP!  My first thought was that I must have been sprayed with some sort of chemical.  But wouldn't I have remembered that?  Maybe there was something on one of the pieces of clothes and the store?  But I didn't rub my face on the clothes.  And wouldn't it have eaten through the clothes before it ate through my hair?

Then I thought that it must have been something that I ingested somehow.  I had been using a tanning lotion on my legs.  Great now I was going to be tan and bald!  As I was cursing my vanity for worrying more about my hair than the fact that surely whatever I had ingested that had done this to my hair would most likely eat my liver before morning which was a much bigger concern, I decided to take a shower just in case it was a chemical that caused not only the hair loss but also temporary amnesia, whereby I would not remember being sprayed.

In the shower it hit me.  You know, when I finished cooking the ribs, I turned the grill on full blast to burn clean the grates.  When I opened the grill to clean the grates it was awfully hot.  Maybe I burned my hair.  So I consulted an expert, Google.  Sure enough, I found a picture of someone whose hair looked just like mine with the caption, "Steve singed his hair while grilling our dinner."

So let's recap the evening.  I made fabulous ribs and then, unbeknownst to me, burned my hair and eyebrows.  Then I went out shopping with a stained shirt and burnt hair where I bought 60 pounds of chicken.  It is a wonder that they leave me in charge of young lives.  I can't even seem to handle my own.

It Was a Happy St. Patty's Day

We wore green.  We ate cornbeef, cabbage and green mashed potatoes.  We greeted each other with "Top of the Morning" no matter what the time of day.

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Silda Spitzer

Since the news broke regarding now former Gov. Spitzer's involvement with a prostitution ring, much has been made of the fact that his wife, Silda Spitzer, was standing by his side during his initial press conference.  To further belabor the point, the media has been showing pictures of the wives of other fallen political leaders standing by their man so to speak: Hillary Clinton, Suzanne Craig, Dina McGreevey, Wendy Vitter, ect.  It is unfortunate that because of someone's job, what would normally be a private matter, infidelity, becomes a very public affair.  However, I do not question for one moment why these women are there standing beside their husbands at their most venerable hour.

Maybe it is because of my role as a political wife, but I can only imagine how devastating something like this must be.  Probably the two things that you have worked the hardest at in your entire life, you marriage and your husband's political career, are torn apart in one moment.  There may only be one name on the ballot, but running for office is a family affair.  I am confident that Silda Spitzer put in as much work as her husband to make him governor.  Which makes his betrayal the deeper.

Whenever I hear commentators question why Mrs. Spitzer was standing next to her husband, I find myself yelling at the radio, "You don't understand.  She is a political wife."  Most things in a political marriage are public and on display.  These woman have stood by their husbands during wins, losses, and everything in between.  I would venture to guess that there was very little question in their minds as to where they would be standing during a press conference in which an elected official admitted to wrong doing.  It is part of the package deal to stand by your mate.  Whether you agree with them or not, you are part of the package, a fact that all of these woman knew.

Besides that, why wouldn't she stand beside her husband?  Just because he has broken his vows does not mean that she has broken hers.  Marriage vows are "for better or worse," not "unless it gets too hard, too embarrassing, or too public."

Often these women are referred to as "scorned," "betrayed," and "victims."  They are called fools for standing by their husband.  Their role, according to pundits, is one of "damage control" or "image improvement."  The marriage is seen as disposable and the bond between husband and wife, however strained, is cheap and easily replaced.

Should these women be absolutely furious with their husbands?  Without a doubt.  Should they feel hurt? Yes.  Is it a devastating revelation?  Without question.  Is it hard to find the trust, love and friendship that was the basis for the marriage early on?  No doubt about it.  Does it mean that the marriage should be left out on the curb with last nights left over chicken?  Not necessarily.

Our marriage has never suffered a betrayal of this magnitude and I have faith that it never will. However, like most marriages, there have been tough times, but we worked through them.  Marriage is work.  It might be some of the most important work to which you can dedicate your life.  Do partners fail each other?  Everyday.  Sometimes it is something small and sometimes it is earth moving devastations, but it is how a couple reacts to these situations that determine whether or not the marriage will survive.

When I see Silda Spitzer standing next to her husband, I don't question why she is there.  I question why everyone else questions why she is there.

Raiding the Easter Candy Early

I've been doing really well at sticking to my "no artificial sweeteners" and "no high fructose corn syrup" diet.  However, there are times when Mama just needs some chocolate and last night was one of those nights.

I was walking around the house like some sort of addict, know that hidden in the basement was the bag of chocolates that I had purchased for the kids' easter baskets.  I cleaned the kitchen, but the chocolate called to me.  I got in to a bidding war on E-Bay, but still the chocolate called to me.  I folded laundry (now you know how desperate I was), but like a siren from the basement the chocolate called to me.

Finally, I figured that if I just had a couple of pieces (they are the mini kind after all) perhaps I could silence the voices in my head and actually focus on all of the tasks that I was trying to do to distract myself.  So went down to the basement and broke open the bad.  I was very careful in my selection.  Then I came upstairs and gave in to my gastronomical urges.

I didn't regret eating the totally unhealthy snack, but I did push the wrappers down to the bottom of the trash so that no one would know what I had done.

Spring Is Coming, Let's Get Organized

I have a major case of Spring Fever and this extra day of February is not helping.  I long for longer days filled with happy, warm sunshine.  I am tired of gray trees and want to be surrounded in green.  I would like to walk out the door with my children and not have to play Musical Coats (the prequel to Mom Hold My Coat I'm Hot which is played as soon as we reach our destination).  I know that we aren't far from sandal weather which means that there will be less socks to fold.  Soon the children will be able to play outside in the evening instead of playing Get Under Mommy's Feet while I'm making dinner.  We will be able to open the windows and breath fresh air all day long.  Forget Christmas, we need a little Spring right now.

However, since I can not force the hand of Mother Nature, I am doing all that I can to prepare for Spring, which means trying to get organized.  Marty has been working on organizing the basement for literally months.  We all have that space where things go when we don't know where they belong.  Our is a room in the basement and we call it Away.  "Where are you putting that?" Away.  "I know we have one of these things.  Where did you put it?"  Away.  "We won't need this until next Christmas.  Where should we store it?"  Away.  You can see how it got its name.  It is just so easy to put things Away, that Away has gotten a little out of control.

Since Marty has taken on the basement, I am trying to organize some other areas of our lives.  First of all, I am trying to get a handle on getting the chores done around here on a more regular basis.  While the "Holy Crap I haven't seen the carpet in three days" method does lead to an exhausting cleaning session, it just doesn't last.  So, I am trying to do a few chores each day and try to maintain a level of clean instead of just spikes of clean.  Also, I have enlisted the children to help out.  They are responsible for their rooms and the family room.  They must have both cleaned up before dinner of they don't eat.  OK they do get to eat, but they must straighten up first.

Also, I am working on getting us on a more whole food less processed food diet.  I tried the raw thing last summer and while I felt great, it was a lot of work.  I was the only one eating this way which meant that either I was eating healthy and the rest of the family was eating crap.  Or we were all eating alright, but it wasn't raw and all the raw stuff I had bought was spoiling in the fridge.  In the long term, this dueling diets just wasn't going to work.  On the upside though, it made me more of a label reader.

So for our first step, we have cut out high fructose corn syrup and artificial sweeteners.  Let me tell you, that cuts out a lot of what is in the grocery store.  Also, my mother bought me a bread machine (actually two, but that is a separate post) and I have been trying to make our bread instead of buying it.  Have you ever looked at what is in a loaf of commercially made bread?  It boggles the mind.

I know that the we are about a month away from the opening of the farmer's markets and soon we will start prepping our own garden and this whole food diet will become cheaper and easier.  Until then, I have bread baking, homemade granola bars in the oven, and I am off to do my daily chores while I wait anxiously for Spring to arrive.

Rest in the Peace of the Lord

My Great Aunt Josephine Zuzevich passed away this morning.  I am glad for her that her long suffering is over, but I am sad for my family that we will no longer have this great lady among us. 

I keep imagine her entering heavens gates her husband, sister and parents waiting to greet her.  Having been apart all these years, I am sure that my grandmother's first words were something like, "Josie!  Welcome to heaven!  I have so much to talk to you about."

I remember after the surprise birthday party that everyone threw for Josie's 80th birthday, she had everyone back to her house.  The place was loud, happy and full of love.  Even though we had all just eaten, she was pulling out whatever food she had in the fridge and fixing plates left and right.  That was the kind of lady she was.  You throw her a surprise party and in the end she is taking care of you.

Josie, you raised 6 wonderful children who went on to give you a plethora of grandchildren.  They will carry a piece of you with them on earth for the rest of their days until we can all be together again.  I will miss you.

A Snow Day

Yesterday Rachel got out of school early because of the snow.  The downside was that the school gave me 25 minutes notice and it takes at least that long to just drive to her school (there are no buses).  So, while I was waiting in line with the other late parents at 12:30 Rachel had the school call me on my cell to make sure I knew that they had gotten out early.  Trust, thy name is not Rachel.

The upside was that the kids had a great time in the snow.  At first Jack had no use for the stuff, didn't even want to walk on it.  Then he found out that you could eat it, throw it and roll around in it and mommy wouldn't fuss about any of it.  Suddenly Jack was all in to the snow.

There were some pretty fearsome snowball fights, some rather large snowballs that were not thrown due a warning from mom what would happen if you throw that at your little brother and then there was just throwing snow up in the air randomly so that it would fall down and hit them in the heads.  In the end, everyone came inside for movies, cocoa and a hot fire.

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