The case of the missing phone

I'd really like to title this "You're an asshole, but I love you' but since I'm writing about my two year old, I guess that would put me in the bad mommy category. Though she really has been being an ass lately. I've got tons of examples but I'll try to stick to just one. Riley is obsessed with my phone. Nobody else's just mine. I've woken up many times in the early morning hours to find her either unplugging it or sitting on the end of my bed trying to play on it. This is exactly why I keep a lock code on it. I've gotten into the habit of waking up at some point and shoving it under my pillow. Evidently she's catching on to that trick. I don't know how many times I was up with her last night, taking her back to her bed. I think her goal was to wear me out. She succeeded. I woke up at five something this morning when my fiance, Josh, was getting a work shirt out of my nightstand drawer. I instinctively reached for my phone. It was missing, I knew I hadn't put it under my pillow yet but I checked there anyways. Wasn't there. My first instinct was Riley but we checked everywhere else first. Couldn't find it. So we went to look in her bed. She wasn't there. She had crawled into bed with her sister Holly. It was kinda  cute but I was sleepy and irritated. Looked around a bit and still couldn't find my phone. I finally had Josh call it. It was under her ass.

I keep threatening to make this song Josh's ringtone. I guess I should have already. It would have been totally appropriate this morning! LOL

Bath Time Woes

Wow, I've really been neglecting my writing this last year. Longer than that actually if you consider that I have more than one blog. It sucks too cause when I was writing on a daily basis I had so much less stress. With our crazy household I should have plenty to write about. The trouble is formulating the words. I didn't use to have this problem. I just spewed out whatever bit of randomness I was thinking at the moment. Kinda like I'm doing now I guess. LOL. So here's today's random.

Today, I made a huge mistake. I decided to give both 4 year old Holly and 2 year old Riley a bath, at the same time, when I was the only one home. Now I know this may not sound like much of a mistake but Riley has a been sick the past few days with a double ear infection. This makes her normal sassiness about twenty times worse than usual. Usually when it comes to bath time, either me, the teen Lexi, or their Aunt Dani bathe them one at a time. When one child is finished, we pass them off to the next person who then dries, diapers, lotions, dresses, and brushes the kid's hair. All depending on which child is it of course. While the first person goes back to bathe the remaining kid. This is a proven system that works. So WTH was I thinking to under take this myself?!

After Riley repeatedly tried to drink the dirty soapy water, climb out, stand on Holly's butt and drown herself, I had had enough! She of course didn't agree. I chased her all over the tub trying to get her washed as she yells at me "NO Mama! I wanna play!" So I finally get her washed and wrapped in a towel. I pull the plug in the tub, turn the shower head on and tell Holly to get her hair washed that I'd be right back. In the time it took me to dry off, diaper, and clothe Riley, plus put her in the bedroom with a movie on and the baby gate across the door, I go back into the bathroom to find the tub about half an inch from overflowing. Holly had plugged the tub back up because she wanted to measure the water! It's safe to say that after all of this, mommy badly needed a time out!

Men and Change...

Why is it that after you've been with a man for so long they change? They get comfortable and they stop doing the sweet little things that attracted you to them in the first place. It's like they think since they already have you, they don't have to try anymore. The chase is over, they won, game over. Gone are the days of opening your door or holding your hand, except when there's somebody else in the car. They stop listening. They may hear you and acknowledge things you say, but they no longer retain the information. Then later on they make you feel like you're crazy cause they have no idea what you're talking about. You go out for a date night and they stop having conversation with the meal. You go out as a group to a bar or a club and they stop paying much attention to you. People end up assuming that one of the other guys in the group is your boyfriend because they actually pay attention. You start questioning yourself. Wondering what it is that you're doing wrong. What you're doing to make them change. Old insecurities start surfacing more often. You get depressed, you get anxious, you start to fall apart. Others start fulfilling the emotional needs that your man no longer fills. Then this leads to other problems. You wonder if you're really supposed to be in that relationship. You wonder if you've made a mistake, moved too quickly. You wonder what it would be like with somebody else. Then you figure why the hell even bother with wondering because they are all the same. They will all change eventually no matter how sweet they start out. It ends up as you've made your bed now you'll lay in it. Which just leads to more confusion and insecurity...

Spoiled with Baked Goods

I'm not sure if they know this or not, but my family is so spoiled. And that includes their class mates, teachers and co-workers. Every Wednesday I cook or bake something for Josh to take to class with him. Evidently they look forward to it so much that they occasionally mix up the days and end up disappointed on Tuesdays. Since it's almost Christmas I decided to make buckeyes, which these deprived Arizona people knew nothing about, and sugar cookies and peanut butter cookies with either Hershey kisses or mini m&m's in them. These got sent with Josh to class, with Lexi for her band and color guard class, with Holly for her three teachers, with Hunter for his teacher, to Josh's co-workers at his second job, with Dani for her co-workers, to friends for Thanksgiving plus our household still had plenty of them to devour. And as I type this I just got a text from Lexi asking me to make something for her class on Monday along with a reminder to make brownies for Josh's pot luck at school. Can you say spoiled! All of it was pretty easy to make just very time consuming. Hmm maybe this is why I can't ever get caught up on the laundry...

This is 1 of 4 batches of buckeyes

I think I made like 10 cookie sheets of these cookies

What is this blog about...

Honestly, I have no clear idea what this blog is about. I know what I am and what I do, but I'm still learning who I am. Outside of my kids and family, who am I? What do I want, enjoy and believe in? What do I stand for? When my kids are grown and getting on with their own lives, what will I do with the rest of mine? I've had other blogs, a couple that I still maintain even, but I want this one to be different. A place where people, or most at least, don't know me. Somewhere that I don't feel like I have to live up to anybody else's expectations or worry about what they think or feel. A journal of sorts where I can vent or babble or simply jot down random thoughts. I have a hard time sticking with things that I start. I don't know if it's because of a lack of commitment or if I just have "ooh shiny" moments but I do know that I'm tired of always feeling lost or incomplete. I was talking to my Aunt today who is also a blogger, and my inspiration for ever attempting any blogs and we were discussing each of our writing needs. We were trying to figure out a name for this new blog, something that described who I am. Outside of being a mother and homemaker I couldn't come up with a single thing. Hence the title Drowning in kids...