My husband called this morning and told me he would be home tomorrow at 1:30PM instead of June 8th.... Oh.My.Gosh. Seriously?? I was jumping up and down like a little girl, I was so excited. I am so excited! Anyway, after hearing my husband was coming home in 30 hours, here is a little peak into my brain:
1) Didn't get that bikini wax...oh well
2) I need to actually wash my sheets. Lately I've been just flipping them around, so I sleep on my side for a while, then take them off and put "Tyson's side" of the sheets on my side, so I eliminate actually having to wash them as often.
3) The floors need to be swept and mopped. And the bathrooms need to be cleaned. When did I last vacuum??
4) Should have mowed the yard, it looks like a jungle
5) I took over the ENTIRE closet and bathroom
6) crap, I have to cook dinner tomorrow night. and not hotdogs again.
7) I hope Savannah stops referring to her father as "Tyson" and starts calling him Dad
8) Wish I had started my birth control....
But you know what?? After six months away, my husband won't care if any of that gets done, so I'm sitting here blogging with a glass of wine, delighting in the fact that tomorrow night at this time, Tyson will be home. With me. And not deployed for the next three years. WooHoo!
The Family
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Day #14: Home again home again jiggity jig
We are home! Of course, I could NOT sleep last night. Although I was in my own comfortable big bed, my brain would not shut off. Was it the big coffee I had at 4PM? Possibly. Was it the fact that my baby girl is turning 4 today? Could be. Was it the fact that I have a dentist appointment, doctor's appointment, cupcakes to make, a birthday party with a dozen 4 years olds, swim lessons, and a Change of Command dinner....all in the next 4 days? Yeah, I think that's it. So I dozed off around 2am and woke up at 6am sharp, brain on. Not the best plan to get four hours of sleep after a long day of travel and a bazillion things to do today, but that's what I got. And it's better than nothing.
Florida did not go as planned. Shocking, I know. I mean, does anything ever go as planned when you are a mother of young children? No, no it does not. The flight out there was challenging at best. In the past month we have battled a multitude of illnesses, but not diarrhea. Apparently we needed to add that to the list, so poor Savannah headed up that effort. For 8 days. While dealing with that, the airport people did not put my stroller on my flight thus leaving me strollerless in Atlanta. For two hours. With two kids, a backpack, a diaper bag, a purse, and a car seat, I couldn't even walk. And do you know who cares? No one at the airport! So I asked abitchy overworked kind airport employee at our next gate if I could leave my car seat behind the desk so that I could walk through the airport and take my kids to the bathroom and pick up lunch. She said no. I told her I would just leave it at the gate then. She told me she would call the police on me. Yep. Apparently I look like I may be hiding a bomb in the car seat. I told her thank you for all of her help (I may have used some major sarcasm) which was better than throwing the car seat at her while yelling expletives. I found an old couple and through my tears, managed to explain my dilemma. They said of course they would watch my car seat. That was the start to my trip...
The middle of the trip continued on with Savannah up a few nights, which meant a few hours of sleep for both of us. I'm an eight- hours- of- sleep- a -night kind of gal. Unfortunately, Disney World did not happen due to the running to the potty every hour, but that just means we will do Disney World another time and do it with Daddy. The end of the trip got better, with TONS of beach time, several long runs on the beach, a pedicure, and I finished a book! The kids spent quality time with their grandparents and aunts and got completely and utterly spoiled. So all in all it was a good trip. Could have been better, could have been worse. But that's life, you take what you get, smile, and keep moving on.
Florida did not go as planned. Shocking, I know. I mean, does anything ever go as planned when you are a mother of young children? No, no it does not. The flight out there was challenging at best. In the past month we have battled a multitude of illnesses, but not diarrhea. Apparently we needed to add that to the list, so poor Savannah headed up that effort. For 8 days. While dealing with that, the airport people did not put my stroller on my flight thus leaving me strollerless in Atlanta. For two hours. With two kids, a backpack, a diaper bag, a purse, and a car seat, I couldn't even walk. And do you know who cares? No one at the airport! So I asked a
The middle of the trip continued on with Savannah up a few nights, which meant a few hours of sleep for both of us. I'm an eight- hours- of- sleep- a -night kind of gal. Unfortunately, Disney World did not happen due to the running to the potty every hour, but that just means we will do Disney World another time and do it with Daddy. The end of the trip got better, with TONS of beach time, several long runs on the beach, a pedicure, and I finished a book! The kids spent quality time with their grandparents and aunts and got completely and utterly spoiled. So all in all it was a good trip. Could have been better, could have been worse. But that's life, you take what you get, smile, and keep moving on.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Day #13: Leaving on a jet plane
Yay! We are Florida bound, heading to Naples to see the in-laws and then to Orlando for Disney World. I am SO excited to take my self kids to Disney World, but bummed that Tyson is missing out. Guess that means we need to go again when gets back....
In March I traveled solo with my little people to Texas, it was a success. I mean, I was that crazy mom in the airport hauling a stroller, carseat, diaper bag, and running on caffeine fumes with two kids through the airport. But we made it to Texas and back, my sanity in tact, just barely. Traveling with kids is one of the most exhausting things I can think of (besides all of us being sick for over a week), but what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger...right?? Anyway, I'm a little anxious regarding the flight for one reason, the potty. Oh yes. First of all, I think Luke poops on command. Yes, I'm going to talk about poop in this blog, so if that bothers you, stop reading now. I swear every time that child would hear that our flight was boarding, he pooped. So twice he did this - when we should have been doing early boarding (because it actually takes us a solid 5 minutes to get down the runway, fold up the stroller, and corral my kids...all while balancing my Starbucks of course), we were in the bathroom changing his diaper. Oh, and then he pooped while we were in flight.and there was no changing table. and I had to change him ON TOP of the potty. My son is in the 60th% for his height, he's long! Longer than the top of the potty. So when I emerged and my clothing was poop-free, I felt like a million bucks, like I could do anything. As though that's not enough, Savannah recently developed an aversion to automatically flushing toilets. Take a minute and think back to an airport, any airport. Do you know what they ALL have in common? Automatically flushing toilets. Yep. I asked. I actually asked an employee at the airport if there was a manually flushing potty that we might use because my daughter had been holding it for over TEN HOURS. The Lord put a broken potty in our path, one that did not flush unless the button was pushed, and the girl finally went. Needless to say, I'm anxious to see what this trip brings, but I know it will be an adventure for sure!
All that said, I'm sure I will have a wealth of new blogging material when we return. But until then, I'll be laying on the beacha margarita in each hand, having lunch with Winnie the Pooh, and getting some much needed down time!
In March I traveled solo with my little people to Texas, it was a success. I mean, I was that crazy mom in the airport hauling a stroller, carseat, diaper bag, and running on caffeine fumes with two kids through the airport. But we made it to Texas and back, my sanity in tact, just barely. Traveling with kids is one of the most exhausting things I can think of (besides all of us being sick for over a week), but what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger...right?? Anyway, I'm a little anxious regarding the flight for one reason, the potty. Oh yes. First of all, I think Luke poops on command. Yes, I'm going to talk about poop in this blog, so if that bothers you, stop reading now. I swear every time that child would hear that our flight was boarding, he pooped. So twice he did this - when we should have been doing early boarding (because it actually takes us a solid 5 minutes to get down the runway, fold up the stroller, and corral my kids...all while balancing my Starbucks of course), we were in the bathroom changing his diaper. Oh, and then he pooped while we were in flight.and there was no changing table. and I had to change him ON TOP of the potty. My son is in the 60th% for his height, he's long! Longer than the top of the potty. So when I emerged and my clothing was poop-free, I felt like a million bucks, like I could do anything. As though that's not enough, Savannah recently developed an aversion to automatically flushing toilets. Take a minute and think back to an airport, any airport. Do you know what they ALL have in common? Automatically flushing toilets. Yep. I asked. I actually asked an employee at the airport if there was a manually flushing potty that we might use because my daughter had been holding it for over TEN HOURS. The Lord put a broken potty in our path, one that did not flush unless the button was pushed, and the girl finally went. Needless to say, I'm anxious to see what this trip brings, but I know it will be an adventure for sure!
All that said, I'm sure I will have a wealth of new blogging material when we return. But until then, I'll be laying on the beach
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Friday, April 15, 2011
Day #12: 4 going on 14
I think I have a little diva on my hands...or maybe just a strong willed 4 year old. But really, is there a difference? Last Sunday Savannah did something she's never done before. She picked out her own (mismatched) clothes and put them on. She then put on her "dancy shoes" AKA fancy shoes. Her black jeweled church shoes, along with a purple t-shirt and her brown and pink skirt. I like my children to look as though they are not homeless when we go out in public, but honestly, we were all sick and I just didn't have the energy to care. Well, ever since then she has picked out her clothes everyday and has been adamant about what she wears. Today she wanted to be a cowgirl, we fought over tights or no tights for 10 minutes before we ditched that outfit for another one. But once it was on, she cried because she really wanted to wear a skirt today! Oh mercy. The girl has never cared about what she wears; I pick her clothes out every single day and she never says a word about it. But suddenly, she has a preference and an input.
So last summer, Savannah thought she wanted to get her ears pierced. We talked about how it would pinch, feel like a shot, but then be over quickly and she would have earrings. We went to Clarie's, picked out earrings, sat in the chair, and even got the purple dots put on her ears. Then the two girls stepped forward and touched her ears. SHE. FREAKED. OUT. So we left. Well that was 9 months ago. Every time we go to the mall I ask her, "Hey, you want to get your ears pierced?" and every time she has a reason for why she isn't going to that day, " I'll wait until my daddy comes home. I'll wait until I'm 5. I'll do it when my Yia Yia visits me." And I say, "okay." Well, yesterday we were at the mall and I asked, as I always do, if she wanted her ears pierced. She said no along with some reason....then she said, "No, wait, I do want to get my eras pierced today." She was completely confident and it was like, she was suddenly ready. So we shopped some more and I figured she would change her mind. But no. We went, picked out the pink earrings, got the purple dots, and she sat still and had them pierced! I was honestly shocked. I figured we would be leaving the mall once again with purple dots on her ears. But no. She cried for about ten seconds. She has yet to complain about them hurting. She just looks in the mirror and says, "Oh, I have my ears pierced. They are so pretty."
I'm feeling like my little girl has become a 'big girl' this week, just in time for her 4th birthday. I'm glimpsing drama filled mornings regarding outfit choices! But I'm also seeing this strong willed little girl who knows exactly what she wants, making decisions, and sticking to them. But do you ever just feel like your child changes over night? I swear they actually do sometimes.
So last summer, Savannah thought she wanted to get her ears pierced. We talked about how it would pinch, feel like a shot, but then be over quickly and she would have earrings. We went to Clarie's, picked out earrings, sat in the chair, and even got the purple dots put on her ears. Then the two girls stepped forward and touched her ears. SHE. FREAKED. OUT. So we left. Well that was 9 months ago. Every time we go to the mall I ask her, "Hey, you want to get your ears pierced?" and every time she has a reason for why she isn't going to that day, " I'll wait until my daddy comes home. I'll wait until I'm 5. I'll do it when my Yia Yia visits me." And I say, "okay." Well, yesterday we were at the mall and I asked, as I always do, if she wanted her ears pierced. She said no along with some reason....then she said, "No, wait, I do want to get my eras pierced today." She was completely confident and it was like, she was suddenly ready. So we shopped some more and I figured she would change her mind. But no. We went, picked out the pink earrings, got the purple dots, and she sat still and had them pierced! I was honestly shocked. I figured we would be leaving the mall once again with purple dots on her ears. But no. She cried for about ten seconds. She has yet to complain about them hurting. She just looks in the mirror and says, "Oh, I have my ears pierced. They are so pretty."
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Day #11: Baby Boot Camp
Baby boot camp is what happens at my house typically after grandparents visit. During the visit my kids get what they want, when they want, how they want. In the real world (aka, my house) that just ain't how it works. Well, baby boot camp has commenced at the Silengo house in spite of the fact there was not a recent grandparent visit. All I can figure is that things started to slowly unravel in the midst of all the sickness and that is the source of sassiness.
When my kids are sick, I cut them some slack. They are allowed to be fussy, they can eat cereal for dinner, and they just get their way more often. So all I can figure is I unwittingly let things get out of control around here and today I realized just how bad it was. I snapped. I had had it with the complaining, the back talk, and the lack of manners from Savannah. I was sick of Luke hitting everything and anything in his path, throwing everything and anything in his path, and sick of hearing him yell, "Ni" at me. Not "no", "ni". It's Luke's version of no, but I know what he means and when he yells "ni" at me, he has attitude. Major attitude. So today, I followed through on all of my empty threats of spanking, time outs, no t.v., and no fruit snacks. Yeah, I mean business when I take the fruit snacks away. Today it's going to be one fun day around our house, and by fun, I mean miserable.
But the truth is I hate it just as much, if not more, than my kids do. It's hard to discipline and stay consistent all day every day. At the end of the day, I'm tired of saying "no" and I let things slip. When Tyson is home I have some reenforcement. When he comes home from work he can take over for me saying "no" and encourage me to finish the day out. One of my fears when Tyson is deployed is that he is going to come home and find his children undisciplined and out of control. I know that is extreme, but I just want them to be as well behaved or even better behaved than when he left. I don't want him to have to come home to pick up a mess I made. So now it's time to step up my game. Time to pull out the camo diapers and my whistle.
When my kids are sick, I cut them some slack. They are allowed to be fussy, they can eat cereal for dinner, and they just get their way more often. So all I can figure is I unwittingly let things get out of control around here and today I realized just how bad it was. I snapped. I had had it with the complaining, the back talk, and the lack of manners from Savannah. I was sick of Luke hitting everything and anything in his path, throwing everything and anything in his path, and sick of hearing him yell, "Ni" at me. Not "no", "ni". It's Luke's version of no, but I know what he means and when he yells "ni" at me, he has attitude. Major attitude. So today, I followed through on all of my empty threats of spanking, time outs, no t.v., and no fruit snacks. Yeah, I mean business when I take the fruit snacks away. Today it's going to be one fun day around our house, and by fun, I mean miserable.
But the truth is I hate it just as much, if not more, than my kids do. It's hard to discipline and stay consistent all day every day. At the end of the day, I'm tired of saying "no" and I let things slip. When Tyson is home I have some reenforcement. When he comes home from work he can take over for me saying "no" and encourage me to finish the day out. One of my fears when Tyson is deployed is that he is going to come home and find his children undisciplined and out of control. I know that is extreme, but I just want them to be as well behaved or even better behaved than when he left. I don't want him to have to come home to pick up a mess I made. So now it's time to step up my game. Time to pull out the camo diapers and my whistle.
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Day #10: Taking it out on the wrong person
So, I've just realized something. Okay, that's actually a lie; I realized this a while back, and by a while, I mean years. I'm not proud to own up to it. I say it in hopes that other mothers and wives can relate. Yesterday I had a busy, exhausting day. Well, that describes all most days with my kids, but yesterday was extra busy and extra exhausting. We went to the gym, which is stupid because I'm still sick, but it's a compulsion, I can't help myself. Then we went to ballet,Wal-mart (which I loathe) and then our home away from home- the Doctor. Needless to say, by the time we got home, I was done, completely spent, and so were the kids.
Unfortunately, my poor unsuspecting husband got the brunt of how I was feeling. I just verbally vomited up everything I was feeling, and since I was frustrated and exhausted, I was yelling about how I was feeling. Awesome. This seems to happen more than I would like to admit. I get upset or angry about something completely unrelated to Tyson he's the one who gets an earful! There is a difference between passionately venting and yelling everything that comes into your head that your'e mad about. I'm not mad at him, but unfortunately that is how it comes across. So, here is to making it a point to not take it out on the person I love the most, but to attempt to effectively communicate my frustrations to him. Without yelling.
Unfortunately, my poor unsuspecting husband got the brunt of how I was feeling. I just verbally vomited up everything I was feeling, and since I was frustrated and exhausted, I was yelling about how I was feeling. Awesome. This seems to happen more than I would like to admit. I get upset or angry about something completely unrelated to Tyson he's the one who gets an earful! There is a difference between passionately venting and yelling everything that comes into your head that your'e mad about. I'm not mad at him, but unfortunately that is how it comes across. So, here is to making it a point to not take it out on the person I love the most, but to attempt to effectively communicate my frustrations to him. Without yelling.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Day # 9: rejoining society
Yesterday I finally began to feel human again and was able to rejoin society after being exiled for a week. Did I mention I also got pink eye, or should I say pink eyes? Yep, in both eyes. I like to do things all the way, be the best at being sick ya know. Yes, I thought I had missed out on that fun experience but no, I've been wearing my super sexy glasses from six years ago and looking like I have blood shot goopy eyes. These are the times I'm happy my husband isn't here to see me. I'm truly a sight.
I ventured out into the world yesterday- the gym, lunch with a friend, and the mall. It was amazing. I actually felt good (minus the semi blurred vision due to an outdated glasses prescription and antibiotic eye ointment). I have to say I have missed my routine. Not that I go to the lunch and the mall everyday, but heck I actually missed the treadmill. It's true. And poor little Luke, he practically ran into the kid's club at the gym and waved goodbye to me. The kid was ready to get away from me and go play with some other kids. Apparently I am not as good of a playmate as the gym kids. Or he's just sick of me. And after a week of staying around the house, I'm sick of me too.
As nice as it is to get away from routine, it's just as nice to return to it. It's comfortable, familiar, and predictable. I'm a creature of habit and routine and being away from it too long makes me antsy, nervous even. I like knowing what I'm doing everyday, every hour. Yes, I'm that much of a control freak, but that topic can be saved for another blog.
I ventured out into the world yesterday- the gym, lunch with a friend, and the mall. It was amazing. I actually felt good (minus the semi blurred vision due to an outdated glasses prescription and antibiotic eye ointment). I have to say I have missed my routine. Not that I go to the lunch and the mall everyday, but heck I actually missed the treadmill. It's true. And poor little Luke, he practically ran into the kid's club at the gym and waved goodbye to me. The kid was ready to get away from me and go play with some other kids. Apparently I am not as good of a playmate as the gym kids. Or he's just sick of me. And after a week of staying around the house, I'm sick of me too.
As nice as it is to get away from routine, it's just as nice to return to it. It's comfortable, familiar, and predictable. I'm a creature of habit and routine and being away from it too long makes me antsy, nervous even. I like knowing what I'm doing everyday, every hour. Yes, I'm that much of a control freak, but that topic can be saved for another blog.
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