Naptime Hell

He found me

We’ve all been there. Waiting eagerly, counting down the hours, rushing to get lunch done and cleaned up so we can-FINALLY-lay them down.
I have never, until my two youngest boys, hated naptime. Now, the hours before they actually fall asleep (from about 11:30 to 1:00 or later) is hell. HELL. I hate it with a passion.

All of my other children took naps great. They laid down, fell asleep, and I had two or more hours of peaceful silence. Now, I dread laying them down for naps almost more than the sweet relief when they finally fall asleep. I have come to dread naptime.

It is literally hours and hours of yelling “No!”, “Lay down!” “That’s enough!’ “Go to sleep!” “Be quiet!” “Get back in bed!” before they will finally drift off peacefully.

And my question is why. WHY?! Seriously. They are tired. They are cranky. They are emotional and obviously exhausted and yet…they will not sleep?! What is this curse that has been put upon them?! Did the Sandman decide he hated me that much that skipping these two boys would be good revenge? Did he decide I had used up all of my luck with the previous three and I was pass due for children who hated to sleep? Did I, through whining about naps when I was a child, make him hold a grudge against me for all these years?

Oh and don’t even get me started on the early mornings. Seriously. These are the only kids I know who are awake before the butt-crack of dawn (try like 4:30) and if I am lucky, will sleep in until (GASP) 6:00. IF I am lucky.

Naptime is not supposed to be dreaded by a mother. It’s just wrong on so many levels. And yet here I am, every day, dreading the moment I have to actually attempt to get them down and asleep before I can have my sweet moment of silence.


Interviews and Icy Roads and Oh My God, I Killed the Babysitter

Job interviews are always nerve-wracking. But when you’re sitting in the parking lot of the store waiting to meet your baby sitter so you can go to the interview (across town) and it’s 9:20 and your interview is at 9:30 and she still isn’t there…you start imagining the worst. And it is bad out there. I mean, BAD. Solid ice on the roads and hills (and yes, she lives up on the mountain and that is why she met me in town, because there is no way my van could make it up Hell Hill) and you start imaging the slide-off she might have done, or someone hit her, or she was stuck….and then start looking for the number for the place to call them and say you can’t make it because you killed your babysitter by being selfish and asking them to meet you in town instead of driving out there. And then the guilt starts building up as you realize you probably just killed someone by asking them to watch your kids and how are you going to live after that and why, oh why didn’t you just ask for a different date or time to do the interview….and then they show up. Whew! Okay. We can do this!
A Superman-fast transfer of kids and you speed out, sliding all over the parking lot as you rush to the interview and arrive a few moments late.


I think I did okay. Of course, there was the time when I completely forgot what word I needed to answer the interviewers question (honest, the word was honest) and then I started getting horrible dry mouth, caught myself chewing frantically (a bad habit of mine) on my lip, started sweating, and then, sweet relief! Finally able to walk out the door. Only to realize once back in the vehicle how badly I really, really want this job and yet I think I absolutely ruined any chance I had of getting it.
Well, I will find out tonight. And I am hoping I do, but at the same time am a nervous wreck over it as that means change. And a lot of change. And change is something very, very hard to deal with.

The Signs are Against Me

Even though I am not really into horoscopes or stuff like that (see, I said “stuff” because I don’t even know what it is called) I do believe in the sun signs correlating to personalities so always look at my kids and what they are in order to understand them more.

Well, decided (while on the phone to my sister) to look up what the “rising” is for each of my three youngest as I haven’t done that before.
I breathed a sigh of relief over my daughter, who is a Gemini with an Aquarius rising and Virgo moon. Or whatever. She will be different, but chill.
My three year old is a Libra (lots of patience with those) with a Sagittarius rising and an Aquarius moon. Okay, sweet. Can totally do that.
My two year old. Oh, lort my two year old.
Guess what he is. Just guess. Sagittarius. Right? Okay. Cancer rising (uh-oh) and….a Taurus moon.
I love him dearly. I really do. He is amazing and sweet and when he smiles he literally lights up the room. WHEN he smiles. This poor baby has probably screamed non-stop for the two years of his life and it’s been a roller-coaster ride. And these…they explain it all. They explain SO much. And O.M.G. the cards have been stacked against me.

As my sister and I will both tell you, never ever EVER have a Sagittarius baby (her son is one year older to the DAY) and please for the love of GOD never have one with a Cancer and Taurus influence. He is sweet. Believe me. He is so smart and kind and thoughtful. But he does certainly have some issues that I have been helping him get over to the best of my abilities. Lots of research and love and patience with this baby boy.

Word of advice though, Sagittarius are the more difficult of the sun signs. Taurus and Cancer are also hard to get through to. Having all three in one? Prayers, please. Seriously. I don’t even know what I am doing now.

Book Swaps

This. This is just sexy

I love to read. Absolutely lose myself in almost every book I pick up.
As a single mom of six (yes, SIX. Ages almost-ten to six months old) I never have the time to read it seems like. However, with sick kids and then a break from school and work over the winter, it seems like all I have is time. A lot of it. So I decided to spoil myself and pick up some books to read from the Dollar Store here in town.

I thoroughly enjoyed losing myself in the story again, but found it hard to concentrate and keep up with where the story was leading through the numerous distractions. It also sparked my desire and lust I have for books and reading, so decided to sign back up for Paperbackswap. (
I was displeased to see that they have now started charging for a bookswap (as if mailing a book for three dollars wasn’t already enough) but even after scoping, signing up for and checking tons of different sites, it was still the best (I am still open for suggestions).

I do not have the time or desire to go to my local library as that means getting three little children in and out of the car as well as trying to keep them quiet and contained while browsing, so the library is a BIG nope for me. I know, I am selfish. But I absolutely hate taking little ones to it as it is a nightmare. A headache. A fiasco. Not something I enjoy at all.

So, I am open for suggestions. Because I really, truly do love to read and have missed it. And I would like to continue reading when I have a spare moment instead of staring mindlessly at my phone like a good little human.

Cold Toes

Yes, this goes into the Mindless Rambling category. Have fun with that.

I love the snow. It is magical, liberating, enthralling, and just beautiful. One thing that I hate, is that with snow obviously comes the cold. And the cold is unbearable on toes that were frostbit (I know, gross) at the young age of thirteen. In Alaska. When I, at thirteen, didn’t realize it was -40 and decided to run outside, barefoot, through the snow, to my sister’s van to retrieve something for her. Can I blame it on her for not telling me it was that cold and that my toes would nearly rot off? No. Probably not. At thirteen you’re still stupid, but should be mature enough to not run outside in the snow when it’s that dang cold. So, here I am, 26 years old, with freezing toes when it’s over thirty degrees out right now and I just kind of want to cry.
So I need socks. A lot of socks. And slippers and slipper socks. As an adult with perpetually cold toes, I literally beg for warm items for my feet during the winter. Boots. Socks. Slippers. You name it and I want it.
The only thing I have ever found to keep my toes semi-warm during the winter are these uhhhh-MAZING slipper socks I found at Wal-Mart. And no, I didn’t get nearly enough. I was smart enough to grab two pairs, but oh lort they actually keep my feet semi-warm and I want them all. So if ya’ll have any of them laying around…send ’em my way. I’ll wear the shit out of those.


My Creative Outlet

I know I am moving forward, but still feel stuck in a rut. Doing the same thing every day (mostly because I am snowed in) and it’s getting entirely too repetitive for this adventure-seeking mother of six. And it’s a few days after Christmas. Which usually means it gets depressing, too.
But! I did pack away all of the Christmas stuff. And I know that I will spend the next six months trying to shove what I missed into the already full box (yes, I only have one box of Christmas stuff) while being angry at myself I missed it. The kids are sad to see it go, but I have to say I am kind of relieved it is all over at last. Even though it was an amazing one and I was so happy and excited, it was still relieving to see it go as I can finally stop fighting them over it.

I have started many blogs before. Many, many, many blogs. And I love it, but I always seem to drift away from it within a few weeks and it irritates me. So, even though I do NOT do New Year’s resolutions, I am making myself stick with writing for one year. Because I know I need it. It’s an outlet, a way to help myself. It helps with creativity and frustration and humor so…here I am. And I am gonna’ stick with it or so help me-!

I am sure I will get around to telling you my story, as it is an incredible one. But for now, my creative juices have been really, really warmed up and though I want to type forever, I will rein myself in and save it for another day.

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