Poor Car

My mom and step-dad Dan are out of town this week on their first "real" vacation in quite some time. They headed down to Ft. Myer, FL for the week and were brave enough to leave my two sisters Rachael and Andrea and brother Jacob home by themselves. This is Andrea's last week of high school and Jacob's last week of school as well. So, really there was no option of even bringing them.

So, mom and Dan left and gave strict instructions regarding the car, mom's car. They were told that NO ONE but Andrea was aloud to drive the car. Andrea is the only on who doesn't have her own vehicle, and with all of the Senior Activities that she had to do this week they wanted to make sure she had a car to get back and forth in without having to worry about finding a way to and from.

Sunday night Rachael has a cook-out with her friends and at about 3:30am Jacob comes outside and asks Rachael for the keys to mom's car. She tells him that he is not allowed to use the car and he said he wanted to take it to the bank to get some money out so he could buy gas to put in his car. It was a long fight with Rachael telling him that he couldn't take the car, to take his own car. So, after yelling at him for about 15 minutes he went inside and she thought that the issue was over. Well, then she hears mom's car start, and Jacob peeling out of the driveway. He decided not to listen to her at all and go against mom's rules and take the car.

About 15 minutes later she had to run a friend up to the gas station and who of all people were there? My brother, driving mom's car. AND, his little friend A driving Jacob's truck (that he has had for all of two months). R proceeds to get in a fight with him, telling him to take the car home, he's not allowed in it or to be driving it and he is legally not allowed out in the car by himself after midnight (state of KY has a rule that you cannot be in the car past midnight without a licensed driver who is 21 years old or older). He doesn't listen to her and he takes off in mom's car with his friend A following behind him in J's truck.

The next morning everyone got up and Andrea went to leave and mom's car but Jacob was home. They went ans asked him where the car was and he told them he had wrecked it. He wrecked my mom's car!!!!!! This is the third totalled car that they have had in the last three years! I don't know what in the world he was thinking or what he was ACTUALLY doing (he SAID that he swerved to miss a deer and hit a tree, but then told everyone at school the next day that he was racing A in his truck and lost control of the car and hit a tree..so who knows what the actual story really is).

I found out and chewed his behind. I was so mad at him and still am. I couldn't believe that he had done that and to be so irresponsible on top of it. He could have killed himself or someone else and that just made me so sick to my stomach.

So, last night when we took Parker to his swimming lessons we stopped by the lot where the car had been towed to. Here she is...in all her wrecked glory:

It's not as bad as I had previously thought, but it's still not great. My poor mom, this is her first EVER brand new car and she has only had it for about 2 years. I'm sure she is just beside herself being away from her kids when this has happened and not being able to do anything. I'm hoping the cost to get it fixed isn't too bad.

And, I hope J get's his car taken away and sold, because he doesn't deserve to have it.

Thats my story for the day...

Scuba Steve

Well, tonight is the last night of Parker's swimming lessons and I have to tell ya....I don't think that they really taught him anything that he doesn't already know. That child is a fish, loves the pool, jumping in, going under water. But, he has always had his floaties on, so I really wanted him to get started in swimming.

He has had a blast so far and has one particular kid that he likes to sit next to on the side of the pool as they wait their turn. His name is Ryder and the kid is too cute. Parker and him talk to eachother the entire time. The teacher has them hang onto the side of the pool as she takes each one of them individually out in the water one by one. Parker is always hanging on and going under and coming back up, going under and coming back up. Well, last week Parker went under and came back up but then pushed himself away from the side of the pool. Too far for him to be able to grab on and pull himself back up. So, immediately I jump up off of the bench and I can just see the panic in his poor little eyes and he was trying to come back up, but, really didn't know how. I got down on my hands and knees and tried to reach for him but was just shy of being able to reach his hands. So, I'm thinking, I'm going in. In my heels, white pants and all...I'm going in this pool.


Well, then out of no where I see Ryder's little 3 year old hands reach out and grab Parker and pull him back to the side. It was the sweetest thing I've ever seen!


So, Parker got out and was a little shaken up, but I told him to get back in, it was okay he didn't get hurt. So, he did. And then he says to Ryder:


"Thank you for saving my life"


I just about started balling my eyes out because it was so stinkin cute and just sweet.


So, then as we were leaving he said to me, "Mommy. Ryder saved my life"


Yes....yes he did.




Parker (right) & Ryder (left)







Sleeping in his goggles on the way to swimming

Bad a'tude

Monday was Scott's birthday and I had this big plan to go pick the boys up from Scott's mom and dad's house and then go to Coldstone Creamery and get him an ice cream cake. He's not a huge fan of sweets (unnatural I tell ya) but he has always said that he would like to try their cake batter ice cream cake. After getting the cake I planned to run to Hallmark and get him a card from me and a a card from the boys and then wanted to take them to the Dollar Store so Parker could go around and pick some stuff out that he would like to give to daddy.

I picked Parker up and he was a bear....terribly tired and just being rotten. So, I get him in the car and he falls asleep after being on the road for about 5 minutes. We get to Cold Stone and it took us 15 minutes just to get in the place because I had to wake him up and he wasn't happy. He wanted to sit in the stroller, and of course I didn't have the Sit-N-Stand (best investment ever) with me, so he was ticked off. We finally get in there, get the cake, and some ice cream cupcakes (which are pure Heaven) and back into the car we went (which was another ordeal). He threw such a fit in the car and was being horrible, so I warned him. If he kept acting like that we were not going to stop and get daddy a card. He apologized to me and not five minutes goes by and he's doing it again. So, I told him that we were not able to go and get daddy a card because he was being bad.

We pull into our street and I said, "We will make Daddy a birthday card." and Parker says, "No mommy, I can't make daddy a card." and I asked him why.....he says, "Cause I have a bad a'tude"

God I love that kid...

Thank God I bought so much underwear!

So, I feel like most of the week I'm sinking. Not enough time to do anything that I really want to do. I go to work, come home, do dinner, play with the boys, give them a bath, do a load of laundry, straighten up the house and then sit down to do homework. And, since it's baseball season, Scott is not home, so I'm doing MOST (not all) by myself. It stinks. Two kids, one who thinks he can just go outside anytime that he wants to (and wants to be outside ALL of the time) and the other who tends to get sick of things pretty quick, it doesn't leave a whole lot of time to get housework done.

So, the other night we put the kids to bed and I'm in the bathroom in our bedroom. I look and it's so gross in there. Just--ick. And, then I walk past the laundry room and notice that the huge basket of clothes for the boys that I folded and put in there have been on the laundry room floor for about 2 weeks now. When I got downstairs there was another basket of towels that I started to attempt to fold on Saturday, still sitting there. NEVER would I have left a laundry basket in plain sight in my living room. Never would I have just folded it and shoved it all in a basket and just not put it away. I cannot stand stuff like that. But, nope, it is sitting there. And, you know why...cause I don't have time to give a rats behind. Which, get's me to the title of this post.

I was packing Parker's bag for school that night and thought, "Oh my gosh, I hope that he has more than one pair of underwear clean" (We pack a couple of pairs *just in case* he has an accident) and, thankfully I did. Even though I have not done laundry in almost a week, he still has plenty of underwear clean. Which, I had to show to Scott. Because when we started potty training Parker I went out and bought about 25 pairs of underwear. You just never know how many your going to need. Scott was kinda ticked off about it because I had bought so much, but, it's for these times, where the laundry hasn't been done and everything is behind, that your thankful that mom bought enough underwear to cover the butts of every boy in our neighborhood!

I figure when my kids are in high school or college I might get a *little* caught up on housework, but to be honest, I care, I really do, but not as much as I thought that I would. I get stressed about it, because I'm pretty OCD about my house. Things have to be in their place and they usually are every night, and I like the bathrooms to be sparkling clean (which is not too often now considering Parker still hasn't quite figured out this "aiming" thing.) and I like it to look like it's not been lived in! I know that is unrealistic, but, I just like it to be clean at least before I go to bed. And, it doesn't look like that anymore. It's dirty (although I consider my house to be dirty is there is a pair of shoes laying on the floor..so, take that for what it's worth). But, now, I'm just like, "whatever" It is what it is and my kids come before my clean house and right now we just do not have the time. We have neighbors that we are pretty close to, and they have four kids ages ranging from 10 to 18. They are always busy running here and there and their lives are very hectic. Right now, they are more hectic than usual, both of their parents are sick and in the hospital and they've got multiple other things going on that cannot be pushed off. So, I asked the other night how they get anything done with running around all of the time, and how do they deal with it. They told me what now is my philosophy on it all.

Ron said, "Once you admit to yourself that you are never going to be caught up on anything and your always going to be one the run....it get's a little easier."

So, since hearing that each time I start to go into my anxiety attack about my poor dirty home, I just tell myself to get over it..because I'm never going to be caught up and there is no reason to get upset about it. And, I've been dealing with my house not being the way I like it to be much better!

Alright, vent about my house done. Today is Friday and I'm pumped. Scott is off from baseball tonight (woohoo) and he only has one game tomorrow and then is off again on Sunday, so I'm very excited. I'm ready for this weekend! I *hope* to get all of the winter clothes from the boys put in bins and get all of their new summer clothes put up----but, once again, I doubt that it is going to happen!