Good morning!

Yesterday my baby girl turned 11. It seems like just yesterday when you asked her what she wanted for her birthday, her answer would be a stuffed animal, or the newest Barbie, Lalaloosy, or Littlest Pet Shop. Yesterday when she was asked this by a family member she answered with  camera, props, etc. because she wants to start her own YouTube channel. What???? I am not even sure how to process this. The day before we were at the store and she picked out some My Little Ponies. Seriously…. 24 hours before! What has happened to our children? And how do I handle this a  parent? I am torn between “stay the hell away from the internet! There are bad people there!” and “I guess you might as well go ahead and grow up…. clearly I’m not going to be able to stop you.”

This is the same child who, at 8, informed my husband and I she was planning on sleeping in our bed until she was 16. I really hoped I would have at least until she turned 12 before she started really growing up.  of course if yesterday ha been her 12th birthday, I would have hoped I had until 13. I guess because her sisters were both born pretty much teenagers, and she has always been my baby (and my last) I just wanted to stretch it out as long as possible.

So I guess I am one step closer to being the mom of THREE teenage girls….. time to dye my hair and get serious about a good wrinkle cream!!

have a blessed day! Hug your babies!  (even if they are teenagers and think you’re being a freak!)

 

 

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Let’s catch up, shall we?

How has everyone been?  It’s been awhile since my last post.  A lot has been going on.  I hope everyone has been doing well.  It’s been exciting around here.

First off, as I have the last 6 years, in March I started feeling that familiar black cloud creep in.  On April 9th, 2010, my father took his own life.  Every year starting about mid-March, I have a tendency to fall into a funk.  Especially in those milestone years, major birthdays, graduations, weddings, etc.  As I have mentioned in a previous post, Senior is graduating from high school and will be going off to college in the fall. She has decided to attend Tarleton State University.   Over the weekend she attended her senior prom, which just happened to fall on the anniversary of my father’s death.  While I was helping her prepare for the dance, I started feeling very angry.  Angry that he is missing out on seeing her grow up into a beautiful, smart, young woman.  Angry that he robbed her of seeing him looking at her with that look of love and pride he saved only for his grandchildren he loved and adored so much.  Angry that he wasn’t here to console me because I was feeling old, watching my babies grow up.  Angry that he wasn’t here to tell her all the stories of my prom, the antics I had gotten into, the stupid mistakes I had made that we all know she is too smart to repeat.  And sad…. oh so very sad…… But in her infinite wisdom, she did the one thing she knew would make my entire year.  She asked me to do her makeup for her.  She took selfies for me and allowed us to take all the pictures we wanted.  (She is absolutely gorgeous and photographs so well but she has never been one to enjoy being in the spotlight, so to speak.)

Thankfully when she came home from prom this year, she had had a good time with her friends.  Unfortunately last year wasn’t as fun, so I worried that even though we had prepared for this year better than last, it would have the same outcome.  As parents we just want to see our children happy, healthy, and successful.  So when they don’t enjoy themselves at such a milestone event, sometimes we can’t help but feel we failed them in some way.  And now we both have wonderful memories.  Last year, we were searching for a dress and shoes the day of prom.  This year, we ordered her dress online and it came with a few weeks to spare.  It came out of the package and fit her perfectly.  Last year we had her nails done at a salon in a different part of town just hours before prom, and paying quite a bit more.  Because of course the salons in our area were packed with girls who had made their appointments weeks in advance.  This year, we went to a salon in our town, the beginning of the week, on a day she got out early from school.  When we could not be rushed and she could tell them exactly what she wanted.  And her nails turned out beautiful!  Several days before prom, she found out she had gotten the job she interviewed for.  Besides the couple of weeks that she worked at a fast food place her sister managed, this is her first job.  So even though we have been struggling financially since I haven’t been able to work, I have to say this has been a pretty great year.

In March, my mom, #3 daughter, and I took a road trip to watch Senior compete in state culinary competition. Although they did not place high enough to advance to Nationals, they did very well and placed 6th out of only 12 teams.

So now its May. I don’t even remember te date I actually started this post. I kinda suck at this but I am going to try really hard to do better.

So, senior has decided to switch colleges. Which was fine because I want her to be where she will be happy and thrive. Till I found out the reason she switched was because she thought the new college would cost less. So now I feel terrible because I feel like she is settling for reasons that shouldn’t concern her. But we are almost finished getting everything fished up for her to be ready to go off to college in the fall.

#3 turns 11 tomorrow. And just like every year up until now, i have waited until the last minute to even think about birthday stuff. But… yesterday i actually put on makeup! Which is a step in the right direction to getting my crap together.

Baby steps, right….

I hope you are all well and i will post more shenanigans soon, im sure….

I’m still alive…..

I survived the week from hell.  I literally drove 200+ miles…. A DAY!  We were once again down to one car and here is how every day went:

Get up and leave the house at 530 am to take the hubs to work.

Get home about 715, throw some school clothes on Small Fry and take her to school by 735 so she can eat breakfast. Thankfully we live literally four blocks from her school.  She could walk except for the fact that the street she would have to walk on doesn’t have a sidewalk. Maybe that makes me a helicopter mom, but I just can’t do it.

Come back and get Senior and Married.  Drop Senior at school and drive 30-45 minutes to take Married to work.  This is probably about the time where you are asking yourself, “Why are these kids not driving themselves?”  Well, we are one of those families with three kids that live paycheck to paycheck, robbing Peter to pay Paul and Senior and Married don’t actually have their driver’s licenses yet.  But we are working on that this summer since I’m not working and they will both be leaving in the fall.

Which brings us to pick-up. Every day I left my house about 2pm and got home between 5 and 6. All while driving the hubs PT which is hell on me to drive.  Something about the way the seat is positioned just wreaks havoc on my sciatica and my neck.

So, I was not abducted by aliens.  I was just unconscious any time I was able to sit down at home.  And possibly a few times when I was in the car.

I hope everyone had a great weekend and I wish you a wonderful week!

 

~e

Walking Yard Sale

Yep, that about says it all.  Today was a freaking cluster…. well you know….

In our house we have his car and my car.  My tags are out so I am driving his car which has recently been in the shop.  So my key for his car is just flopping around loose in my purse…. or so I thought.  Last night I didn’t get home from picking #1 daughter up from work until almost 11pm.  I stayed up till almost 3am first working out FAFSA for #2 daughter and then my blog.  Cut to this morning after only a couple of hours of pain ridden sleep, #3 daughter was ready for school and the key was nowhere to be found.  All four of us each dumped my purse, checked couch cushions, jacket pockets, peeked in the car windows and nothing.  Thankfully #1’s best friend ran her to work and #2 to school.  He is a great kid and is always there to help when he can.  (this is not the first time he has rescued the girls because something happened.) When I called #3’s school and explained the situation, the vice principal came to get her so she wouldn’t miss school.  I can only imagine the chuckle they got over the newest disaster I had gotten into.  After everyone got off to their perspective places, I spent another hour searching, dumping, moving furniture and peering in the car windows, then promptly gave up to wait for hubs to get home from work with the spare key.

Cut to three hours, Steve Wilkes and two episodes of Law and Order later, and it dawned on me…..

I wore a different hoodie when I picked #1 up from work than I had had on earlier in the day.  And, lo and behold, there it was.  In the pocket of my hoodie, in the pile of laundry, waiting it’s turn for the washer in the hallway floor outside of my bedroom.

 

I was not exaggerating when I said there’s never a dull moment.  One of the bloggers I follow often refers to herself as “a walking yard sale”.  It was never more apparent today that I am a card carrying member of this club.

 

Stay tuned…. tomorrow I might lose a kid….

 

~e

Welcome to my slice of life

Welcome friends.  I thought we could start out with a few introductions.  My name is Erin.  I am 41, married for almost 18 years to my high school sweetheart.  We have 3 daughters.  At the time of this post, our oldest is 20, married, but living at home while her hubby finishes bootcamp/AIT for the Army.  Our middle daughter is 18, a senior in high school, and trying to decide where to go to college and what color dress to wear to prom.  And then there’s the baby, the ruler of the roost, 10 going 16. She was a preemie, always the smallest in her class, and at 8 she informed her daddy and I that she was going to sleep in our bed till she was 16 and live at home forever.  Now, she is almost as tall as I am (her sisters both passed me up by the time they were 15) wants to walk home from school by herself, and will crawl in bed with us to watch movies or Nova but will drop us like a hot potato if something better comes along.  We also have 2 dogs, a rabbit, and a bearded dragon….. and a partridge in a pear tree.  Usually our house is a whirlwind of barking dogs, lost keys, running late, hormonal chaos.  But somehow we make it work.

Hubs has a great job that he loves with a wonderful company.  The oldest works two jobs and is saving for furnishings for her house once son-in-law is stationed and she can join him.  Last spring I went on medical leave from my job as management for a local retailer and have not been able to go back.  What I thought was going to be something that could be easily remedied has turned into a whole laundry list of issues and multiple doctors. But that’s a story for another time.  So for now I am a SAHM, some days being filled with driving one or more of the kids here or there and some days with all the time in the world to sit and think about how things could be better or how I could have done this or that differently.  My bipolar/manic-depressive brain on overdrive.  Some days it’s pity party central around here, not even going to lie.

In order to try and keep my sanity and not go diving into the deep end of the depression pool, I thought I would start a blog.  Revere the world with the antics of my crazy life.  At the very least, give me an outlet to get the running monologue out of my head.

So, that’s me. In a nutshell. Welcome. Grab some popcorn, your drink of choice and get comfy.  There’s never a dull moment.

~e