How windy was it?

It was so windy, I swear I saw birds flying backwards. Yes, I know it was just the wind and birds don't fly backwards whether one is drunk or sober. I am sober. Damn wind. Hmm, that was my previous post too. Well Toto, that's what one gets.

Tonight was apparently the night. The one I have pondered for many years now. My OlderOne asked Hubby about biological parents and were we his. I was on my way home from Candleland when Hubby called me to tell me of this pending conversation. Out of nowhere? I guess on Smallville, Clark Kent (aka Superman) was chatting about this. Yeah, such inspiration really necessary? Anyway. OlderOne I am sure in his faint recollection knew the answer to said question, but I toughed it out. Yes, I am your mother, No Hubby is not your real dad. No, I was never married to your real dad. Your donor (no, I didn't say that) chooses not to be a part of your life. That is his problem, not yours, You did nothing to cause this...on and on. I had a horrible ache in my chest. I wanted to lie and say he was dead. I didn't, nor did I say anything about how I despise, loathe and dread the day he will try to walk back into our lives. The Mom in me said that someday (hopefully a long, long time from now) you may want to meet him and I will do my best to help that happen. We also chatted about the difference in last names. OlderOne has my maiden names for all intent and purposes. Technically he is hyphenated with his donors last name, but how much was I supposed to go into on one tiny (GIANT) question? I explained to him, that also at some point if he wants to change his last name to Hubby's (ours) then there is alot involved and the his "real" dad would have to give us permission to do so and that would be a huge decision for everyone, not just his 10 year old self. I skipped over the dirt bags story, the hefer stepmom, the half sister and all the ghettoness that haunts my soul. Was I wrong? Should I have laid it all out there? In all the played in my head scenarios, blindsided on the drive home was not one of them. He never asked his name or if I had a picture, so, maybe that was enough info for now. Now, Hubby must wait for the first good fight, to see if OlderOne plays the "your not my dad" card. God, I hope not. We discussed how Hubby has been there since he was 4 and how he is always there for him, pushing, loving...everything. How he is here cause he wants to be. How he loved him from the start. Wow. That was tough.

I feel as though a weight has been shifted (not lifted) from my being. Now, what the hell to do with it and it's big ass shadow hanging over my head. My heart feels broken all over again, what is my son really thinking now, feeling now? Stinky boys and their inability to express themselves verbally.

Stupid WindStorm

Yesterday's stupid awful terrible blustery icky winds have ruined the peace and tranquility in my home. It snapped one of the tent poles on the tent outside. Now one would think it would be simple to just get a replacement. Not in my life. It was a clearance 2room 6 man super tent purchased ala Wallymart about 4 years ago. All I can find in a search is a glowing praise for the company's customer service....Not helping me. Perhaps I should have inquired with Hubby if there is a phone number on the instructions. Anyway, no tent, no refuge for the boys outdoors. Having the tent up was like having a giant fort to play in I suppose. Plus, 1 weekend eve for the last 2 weeks, I have had the bed all to myself. MUST find new pole. YoungOne is very distraught over the tent's abscence.

Took my girl for shots today. Shots suck. She could have gotten 6, but I promised to come back at 15 months for the other 3. Hell, with 6 shots in her chubby little legs she wouldn't have walked all day!

Her boyfriend and his Mommy are coming to the area (aka Des Moines!) the first week of May! Yippee! I am excited. Excited to drive 3 (maybe closer to 4 with kiddies) hours in tow to see them, well, okay, make it 6 (8) since I will also have to drive back home too. Ick. I will though. We also may do half way. Hmm, Omaha to Des Moines, half way sounds like Griswierd to me, Hey icky inlaws, can we play at your house and you go away? Ok, not really half way on that one. More pondering to be done when dates are finalized.

Can someone please make the dishes go away. Healthy dining is killing my sink, we all know how I hate dishes. Must make sure Hubby doesn't decide to CleanSweep ala dumpster while off visiting in Ioway. Or maybe that's not a bad idea. I can't miss it if it's already gone and I didn't have to lift a finger.

Well I suppose the dishwasher really isn't going to load itself cause the towels haven't figured out how to magically fold themselves either. Damn those lazy fairies.

Busy Bee

The tutu dress is down to $24.99. I resisted the urge.

Ahhhhhh. Silence is Golden

A moment of solace. What a long day it's been. It's seems like a week since I last posted, yeah, I know that would be a short time lately.

Pottery Barn was of the utmost enjoyment to me. The kiddos had a good time too, well until Princess NaughtyButt climbed out of her stroller and bonked her pretty head on the floor. Lovin the hula girl sheets and the matching hibiscus shaped flower pillow. I am a nerd, it's not even my own room.

I may have to rethink the whole "my kids are only going to be little for so long-life is too short to worry about cleaning house theory". Hmm, maybe I hadn't mentioned that. WELL, let me tell you, it is hard to want to clean after they have all gone beddie bye. Though today was fun, we went to 2 different parks to play, then came home and had lunch and then played upstairs in the Girlie room (aka the only room safe for her to play unsupervised in) which consisted of her taking everything off her doll bookcase, YoungOne emptying the toy bins and me wishing that I had not rid the room of all adult places to sit.

She has a new tooth too! That makes 5! Woohoo.

Baseball practice was long and only 4 kids showed up. I met the coach, the coach's wife and the 3 other kids that showed. Let's just say mine included, 3 out of 4 are towns that can be found in the state of Texas, I didn't catch the other kids name. Austin, Dallas....
Funny thing there, the kid who's name I don't know, was wearing a Texas Longhorns cap. Where do I live?

Have I mentioned, low cholesterol & low fat & low sodium suck? Well not really, but that combined with portion control are making for very hungry grownups in the Deranged household.

Happay Easta!

Life is still hectic. The sale went well. The house is still being put back together.

My baby can walk. It is a mixed thing. Very cute to watch vs. MY LITTLE GIRL is walking. Next it'll be real words, then yelling them and ...well you know how girls can be.

She does this SO cute thing, where she'll walk up to you and start babbling then wait for you to respond, like a real conversation and then laugh and toddle away.

Enough babyness...NO never. I think she had some bad backs on her earrings. An earring came off when she was climbing off me and I searched all over for it only to discover it was stuck to her ear still. She had only had them on a couple days. So the back part looks a little infected, not the front or the hole though, so maybe the back wasn't really gold. Odd. Who knows, I love earrings....I never seem to have time or brain to wear any myself.

OOOH, the Easta Bunnay brought a darling jewelry box for the Princess, no silly ballerina's in it either, it has a butta fly. Yeah, who knows, I am in a odd no 'er typing mood. The boys each got Hover (ok, Hova-see didn't fit there though) Disks. Funny thing in the commercial, they are winging them around the house and outside....blah blah blah. They are 3 feet across, where do those people live? Oh yeah and it says it is strongly recommended NOT to put helium in them for use outdoors, as though they are slightly weighted for hovering, they could float away....HMM, would be nice to put such an advisery on the OUTSIDE of the package you marketing screwballs!

Tomorrow night begins OlderOne's baseball practice. Yipppee, eventually quiet time for me! Games I will attend, but not each and every practice.

Well time for bed cause in the morning I am off to see if the frilly dresses from Easter (i am done) are on clearance so that next year The Princess can have a foo-foo dress to wear for her birthday. Oh, that reminds me, must check on the tu-tu dress at Gymboree also. It was on sale, hoping it goes on sale cheaper. Nope not any cheaper.. And I found some Hula girl sheets at Pottery Barn that I want....I want......I want.....