Wanted

I think I need a secretary.  Not a nanny or a housekeeper (although I wouldn't say no if someone wanted to scrub my toilet) so much as a secretary.
I have papers everywhere that need organizing.  Filing to be done.  About 100 pampers and huggies codes that need to be entered.
Of course since I'm a stay at home mom, I can't really justify paying someone to do that kind of work.  How about an intern.  Isn't there some young ladies that want to learn how to juggle children and housework, keeping your husband happy as well as yourself.   You can't learn that in college.  And even if you do work, you still have to do all that also!

EEEKK!

Update:  After two nights we did get the mouse!


For the first time in the five years we have lived in this house, we have a mouse!!!!  In the back of the kitchen by the dog dishes.  I am back in that corner all the time, since that is where the door to downstairs is.  Yesterday there suddenly appeared a whole bunch of mouse droppings all along the wall.  Gross!!!!  I totally cleaned and disinfected the kitchen.  I vacuumed, steam mopped, and bleached.  Cleaned everything off the counters and put all the bread in the fridge.
I made Mr. C go out and get mousetraps, and the little bugger ate the peanut butter right off the traps without setting them off!
Hopefully we can catch it tonight.  Thankfully I have not seen any more evidence of the mouse elsewhere in the house.  Once we catch him we need to find out how he got in.
Ewww,  I have the heebie jeebies just writing about it!

Who Am I?

Today I got to take Mary to The Christmas Carol at the Omaha Community Playhouse.  It's my favorite play.  I just love all the Christmas songs.  Mary was finally old enough to go and sit through the whole thing and enjoy it.  We also got to see an old friend from college who was in the play.  She let us go backstage to see everything.  I got to show Mary the stage and all the props.  

Of course seeing my old friend, makes me remember how much I loved working in the theater.  In high school I did two years of being a stagehand for the Christmas Carol.  And went on to major in theater in college.  When we moved back to Omaha I did a couple more plays at the playhouse before I got pregnant with Mary.  

So who am I now?  Am I destined to be a "mom" forever?  Will I ever get to do something just for me again?  Don't get me wrong, I choose to be a stay at home mom, and I love it.  I would hate to miss out on so much of my children's lives by working out of the home all day.  It may be fine for other people, but not for me.  But it would be nice to have something that is just for me.  

As I have said in earlier posts, many of my hobbies have changed over the years, they all involve my children and their well being, and I do enjoy doing them.  

By the time my children have grown, will I remember what is stage left, or how to work a fly rail?  Or will my brain be stuffed with how to wash diapers and when to give Tylenol?  Will there be any of "me" left?

Teenagers

Somehow my little girls are gone.  I now have in their place, two teenagers.  My sweet little girls are now mouthy, back talking, know-it-all's.
Last week Mr. C took their door off its hinges.  Every time Mary got mad, she would run to her room and slam her door shut.  Then open it and do it again for effect.  Then they kept shutting it on each other, and the final straw was when they slammed Weston's fingers in the door.
And I thought I would have a few more years before I heard "your a bad mommy", but no, my 2 year old now tells me this when she does not like what I tell her.  When she gets mad everything is "disgusting", or "I'm gonna swap(slap) you".
And don't forget all the hands on hips and eye rolling I get throughout the day.
Seriously, I want my sweet babies back.  At least I still have a rolly polly boy to cuddle.

Punkin

It's that time of year again.  Tomorrow our elf Punkin will be back to watch over the kiddos for Santa.  Last year we got the Elf on a Shelf book.  It is a cute story about how Santa sends his elves to watch over the kiddos and report back to Santa each night.  Then every morning the elf is in a different hiding spot.  You also get to name your elf.  Mary chose Punkin.  To start things off he is hiding in our Christmas tree.  I think our elf is going to get into some mischief this year. I think Mary will get a kick out of that.  Maybe TP all over the bathroom,  special treats for breakfast, and who knows what else.

I think we are also getting closer to having only one in diapers.  Ryann is constantly putting on her undies by herself, and tonight I think she went to the bathroom 50 times while we were visiting Great Grandma's house.  Of course she did have a big glass of iced tea.