Hubbyless

When I started this blog my goal was to at least try and post once a week.  I am a bit behind so I guess I have some catching up to do!

It has been crazy busy around here.  Last weekend Old Dad and Grand Mag flew up for a much needed visit with our crazy bunch.  We had a wonderful time running around for 3 days and I think Old Dad only about had a heart attack one time when Kyle came upstairs Sunday morning to get in bed with them asking them to be quiet because, "mommy and daddy ar downtairs making me a baby sista".  You ask were this came from?  Well, Kyle has been asking for the last week or so If we will make him a baby sister that "actually" likes him.    He informed me that he will name her "Bat Girl"!  By the way, we were not making a baby in any way shape or form, we were SLEEPING!  Crazy Kid!

Monday was a bit insane considering Mark had to fly out at 6 am to Las Vegas for a conference (a week long work trip, supposed to cone home Friday evening, just remember this for later reference).  I had to teach that morning then make an unexpected trip to the doctor for Karis since she had quite a bit of stuff oozing from her ears (a double ear infection no wonder she hasn't been sleeping well).   Then take Old Dad and Grand Mag to the airport, all in enough time to get back to grab Colson off the bus and head to basketball practice!

Now for the main part of this blog I want to start by saying I give SINGLE MOMS PROPS!  I have been through three 7-8 month deployments and have a hubby who gets home about 7 or 8 every night and is out of town at least a week or two most months.  Is it hard?  Gosh yes, but I am lucky enough that I do have someone that loves us and does his best to be the best husband and father I could ever ask for.  I am blessed to be able to stay home with my babies and only work when I want to, which is only a few hours a week teaching fitness classes, and is much more of an outlet than a job because I love every minute of it.  You ask why am I telling you all this?  Thursday is an example of how life is around our home when the hubby is gone.  It was a day (like most) I look back on and have to laugh because when you can't cry you just have to LAUGH!

Thursday morning was women's bible study and I was up at 6:30 am (ok so 6:47) to get Colson on the bus by 6:55, and we made it!  I had time to have my smoothie, coffee get the other youngin's breakfast and my Crossfit workout done to be at church by 10 am.  This was all going pretty good (yes we did almost miss the bus) until the first (or second if you count the minor bus chaser thing) major mishap of the morning.

So I was running on my treadmill sprinting 400's and doing over head squats and I feel a boom on my treadmill.  So I finish my workout since the treadmill is still running, and try to figure out the problem.

Treadmill Fail

I don't know if you can tell but the entire base of the treadmill has popped off the rails.  Where is the HUBBY?  (Oh I forgot VEGAS.  I'm not bitter)  Not a big deal, the hubby can try and fix this one when he gets home TOMORROW!

I am making it to bible study in time!  My mess minus Colson and I head downstairs so I can shower and get ready for our day.  I lock the mess (minus Colson) in my room with the door adjoining the bathroom open so they can't get into too much while I am in the shower for at max 2.6 minutes.  When I get out this is what I find!

Daddy needs an easy anniversary present idea... maybe a vacuum?

Yes in that 2.6 minutes Karis has gotten into my drawer, gotten my perfume in a glass bottle out and began beating it on the ceramic floor!  Yes It is broken and thankfully no glass in any of her body parts since she was rubbing her little body around on the perfume (which caused about a 15 minute delay in leaving for bible study)!

Right at 12 we had to rush home because apparently Colson was having a half day and would be getting home at 12:00 (thanks Dana).  By the way, he was not supposed to have school Friday either!  This is just a little frustrating since our kids had to go to school on four Satudays because of time we lost with the hurricane.  Apparently they wanted to be able to give the kids random days off throughout the year.

We grab Coslon and I decided to treat them to McDonalds since Colson usually misses these outings.  All was going well until Karis decided to try and steal Kyle's orange drink (Key Word = TRY).  The drink goes flying and hits about four Marines (thankfully they had a good sense of humor, maybe cause Karis tried to kiss one; her way of saying sorry).  It was the perfect time to leave McDonalds.   Sorry no pictures of this incident, I was doing my best to get us out of there!

Yea, it was rest time!  Karis was out cold, Colson playing Wii, and Kyle in his bed watching Noggin (I thought).  I did something I don't ever get to do and closed my eyes during the middle of the day.  That lasted maybe 9 minutes 'till I hear some kind of loud boom coming from the boys room!

Not caused by a hurricane that makes Saturday a school day. 

Aftermath.  Maybe FEMA could help this?

Yes this room was totally clean 9 minutes before when I tucked my sweet baby boy to bed!

I didn't really have any business closing my eyes anyway.  I had to start dinner for a friend that just had surgery.  I only had about an hour or so because I had to get all the kids ready to leave so I could go teach spin at Sports Center 30 minutes away (my outlet and I needed it).  The mess actually likes going because they get to play and then have a smoothie when we leave, so it is nice for all of us.

Oh I forgot to tell you that at some point during our day, Mark decided to come home a day early and by the way it is his BIRTHDAY!

After class (7:00 pm), I remember that I have NOTHING for my husband's birthday and decided to make a quick run to Harris Teeter to get some cards, dinner and maybe a present.  Of course this turned into a full-on grocery experience with, "kids running around like chickens do when their heads have been cut off," said by the little old man who was buying groceries at night so he doesn't have to deal with crazy little ones like my mess.  That poor old man!  I guess he picked the wrong night to go shopping!  Thank goodness Harris Teeter had Lunchables to feed my mess, because surely they would all be asleep when we got home!

Not gonna sleep when the 3DS is handy!

Barely staying awake, because She knows she might miss something.

No real intrest in sleeping when it makes sense...

Nope... I wouldn't be lucky enough!

we might as well have a bath (it's only 9:30)!

Splish Splash...

I did ask Colson to get everyone undressed and he did a pretty good job...

"Mommy will pick it up."

while I unloaded all our groceries

Thursday's $250 (it was Harris Teeter after all)

I think I finally got everyone in the bed by 10:15, just minutes before the hubby walks in the door!




Happy Birthday Mark!

Eat yo chickin and quit yo stinkin'!

What more could a man ask for on his birthday?  Rotisserie chicken, cookies, cards and the most amazing present!  A back scrubber with manly scrubbing soap!

You know, all children have their own unique personalities.  I am blessed with three very different children.

Colson is my sweet, tender little man, and the one who doesn't pay attention to anything.  He can be quite the klutz.  He has been known on many occasions to fall out of his chair when he is doing nothing but sitting there.  He trips on his own feet and runs into walls on a daily basis.  I have to say the funniest but scariest event occurred when we were riding our bikes last week.

School Time

I was in front of Colson pulling Karis, Kyle and Levi (a freind) in the bike trailer.  I hear a big thud, so I look back, and Colson is laying on the ground under a mailbox with his bike in the road.  Apparently, Colson was riding along not really paying attention and runs smack into a mailbox.  His bike went right under the mailbox and his head smashed into it, causing him to crash.  Thankfully he had his helmet and was protected. He walked away with a bit of a headache.  That's my big baby!  Colson has opened my eyes to my relationship with Christ and we got to share the experience of being baptized together in the Neuse River.  It was amazing and something special to my heart!
 

I can eat here...

Karis is my baby girl.  She is a bit spoiled (maybe more than the other two) and I tend to give in to her most of my time.  I realize this, but I feel so blessed to even have her.  God gave me strength to help keep her breathing when she had a seizure at only a few days old.  I think that's why she is such the little princess.  I'm pretty sure her daddy has a bit of a weak heart for her as well.  We had a family iPad that Mark was taking with him when he had to go to Yuma for 8 weeks.  Karis loved the iPad so much he let me go buy another one.  I'm pretty sure it was to keep his PRINCESS happy!  She is really funny these days; she does her best to keep up with the boys.

Kyle, or should I just call him "KyKy" is definitely my challenge.  He is a strong willed, stubborn little child.  He is so cute and has such a sweet heart it is hard to stay mad at him.  I say stay mad at him because he pushes our buttons to the max.  I have to share a story from yesterday that I am not super proud of but it shows his personality.

It had been a crazy day, like most all days and he decided to single handedly destroy his and Colson's room.  I know every child does this, but the night before I spent two hours organizing their toys after we had friends over.  I walked in his room yesterday afternoon and he had taken every bin out and dumped them in the center of the floor.  He did this in about 30 seconds, so I know he was NOT playing with these toys.  As we were walking to get Colson I said, "why did you destroy your room like that, you know we don't play with toys by throwing them around?  You don't do that at school."  He said, "Uh, mommy dats not a correct truf, dat is how I pay at skooool UHHHGGG" (With hands in the air).

Sweetheart, Right?

I held it together as we went to get Colson, came home, and cleaned it up.  I was mad but not a big deal. Last night before Church I asked him at least 28 times to clean up his bat man toys upstairs (which looked almost like his room).  I told him that was all he had to do and I would do everything else. Pretty sure he came up with every excuse in the book.  He was literally acting like it took all his bodily strength to pick up a toy and would fall as he was trying to put it in the bin then claiming his legs didn't work.  I do not like losing my temper, but I was pushed to that point.  I am ashamed to say I got in his face and screamed as loud as I could. This was a low point for me, his little lower lip quivered for a split second like he was going to cry, then stopped and rolled his eyes a bit and walked away from me saying, "pease don't skeem at me." I felt about 2 feet tall.

I had to go downstairs to regain control.  I asked him to come talk to me a few minutes later and as he was running down saying, "mommy Iceaned up my bat man tangs."  I gave him a big hug and told him I was so sorry for yelling at him and I loved him so much.  Of course he hugged me so tight because children are so forgiving and want nothing but love.  He looked at me and said, "its OK mommy, I wuv you so much, but tat doesn't make Jesus happy."  My stubborn, hard-headed little man is hearing everything I am trying to teach him and put me in my place.   I was happy and sad all at the same time.  I told him he was exactly right. Me screaming at him did not make Jesus happy and I would try very hard to not lose my temper, but it doesn't make Jesus happy when little boys dont listen to their mommies and daddies.  He said, "I will do anyfing you ask me to.  Do you need somefing for me to do?"

Kids are a constant reminder of God's love for us and I am so thankful for my little reminders!  Love          these little miracles so much; maybe we should have a fourth!

Just kidding DAD!

Blessed

We had a busy, long day! 

 

8:25 we are out the door for a 9:00 basketball game.  Colson played so well.  He is getting the hang of basketball.  I am proud to say he made 4 baskets! :)  Kyle spent most of the game crying and wanting me to hold him, saying his ear hurt.  I love the fact that our pediatrician's office is open on Saturdays from 9-12 and I was able to get him an appointment at 11:00.  This would have worked out perfect because the game was over at 10:00 and I had an hour to get to the doctor which was about 35 minutes away. 

However, when leave, we can't find the keys.  Of course we can't find them, my husband did what every man would do and left them in the ignition because we were in a church parking lot. 

husband: "Who locked the doors?"
wife:        "Me! You had gone in and I did what every normal person does this day and time and locked the doors." 

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do.  I was supposed to leave the doors unlocked with everything we own in the car.  Next time I will remember that before I lock my car door. 

OnStar:  "Your vehicle is now unlocked."

Saving Marriages one Saturday at a time

Since we were 10 minutes late for the doctor and they were packed, we had to wait a while before getting seen.  Thankfully we went because Kyle has ANOTHER ear infection.  Poor Baby! 

 Of course I had to take Kyle to Target since we were already in New Bern and considering there is NO WHERE to shop (except Walmart) in Havelock, we have to take advantage of every opportunity.  Earlier this week Kyle asked again if I would buy him some 'tight clothes'. 

I actually thought about looking for some tight clothes for him until I remembered his exact words, "mommy when I wear my tight coths you call me KyKy."  Mark would not have been happy if I returned with our little boy in tight clothes saying his name was KyKy.  He settled for a Cars 2 cars and I picked out 8 tank tops.  You might ask, why 8?  Really, its because I couldn't decide which colors to buy, so instead of deliberating... I just bought one in each color.  That's the way we do it! :)

 

Better than tight pants and and accent

I'll tell you about the second half of our day later!  I need to go to bed; we have SOUPER family day at church tomorrow and I got some cooking to do!!!!

 

Fun times

I thought we were gonna make it through the day without any real drama.

We had an awesome morning at bible study. Kyle and Karis spent the whole time playing outside with Mr. Al and I was able to really focus on our study. I must say I love all the ladies and like the fact that there is such a range in age and wisdom.

We spent a quiet afternoon at home, yes! I said quiet. Karis took a nice long nap and Kyle was busy watching Tangled. I got to clean! Everything was going perfectly and the kids got up in time for me to get my long run in before Colson got home from school. We managed to get all our homework done by 4:30.

We are not usually this good with everything, but I had a spouse meeting tonight and I really was looking forward to an evening away from the duties of a mom. I had it set up pretty good so when Mark got home at 6:00 pm he wouldn't have much to worry about. I should have known when I hear a child screaming from the bathroom at 4:45 that he needed to be wiped and I needed to hurry because, "sumpin was wong". I was attempting to do a bit of yoga at the time, however I did have a little munchkin crawling all over me so I grab her go and see about this commotion. I walk in and see Kyle naked sitting on the potty with poop all over the seat and his legs. There is a big pile of toilet paper beside the toilet.

I was thinking not a big deal we can clean this up when he says, "uh mommy, der is poop on the foor. See it's under de shirt and all in my pants." Sure enough, I look and he is telling the truth. He apparently had an accident and tried to take his clothes off and the poop fell out of his pants landed all over my NEW RUG and then HE STEPPED in it with his new shoes. At this point, I should have known it was not gonna be a good night. I go ahead and think positive after a little bit of losing my temper and put Kyle in Karis in the bath. Yes, I had to include Karis in this bath because she thought she was going to be mommy's little helper with the mess; and I'm sure you can all imagine how that went. But at least the kids would now be bathed for Mark and that would help him out tonight.

I attempt to call my husband, oh maybe 23 times and he doesn't seem to want to talk to me since he won't answer the phone. I go ahead and get ready because he knows he has to be home by 6:00. We talked about this last night, and I'm pretty sure this morning too. So 6:00 rolls around, 6:30, 7:00, and the phone rings at 7:15. He forgot to tell me he wasn't landing until 6:00 and wouldn't make it home in time. Of course, I wasn't going to make it because it is 7:15, and the meeting is 30 minutes away and after all, it started at 6:30.

Oh, he did ask if I wanted to go to dinner since I was ready. But really, why would I want to take 3 kids to dinner when it's close to bed time? I think I would rather play in poop. Oh wait, I already did that today!

You gotta love the life of the Marine Corps wife. Everyday is an adventure and I am blessed to be able to stay home with my babies. I wouldn't have it any other way. :)