When you wake up with a headache and it never seems to go away through out the day…that’s the kind of day I’m having today.
Complete with screaming, yelling toddlers who won’t stop hitting each other.
Complete with mean little girls at the park who actually make W cry. (what’s up with that?!)
Complete with cries for pizza and ice cream.
Is it 7pm yet? I’m so ready for this day to be over so I can crawl into bed. Off to referee another fight and hope that the sun will set as quickly as possible.
By the way: I meant to mention in the last post…my SIL has been arrested 3 times for assault on my MIL and has been to rehab. So has my MIL (been to rehab I mean..I have no idea if she’s been arrested) Thank you for your concern and emails.
I can’t seem to hold this in any longer.
My heart has been hurting for quite some time now, for a family member who I’m not sure how or what I can do to help her.
She’s in an abusive relationship. Not with her husband but with her daughter.
I’ve had some serious disagreements with my mother back in the day. I’ve never felt the need to hit, scratch, injure or physically abuse my mother. Of course, my father never hit my mother, my grandfather never hit his wife.
My husband comes from a family where hitting, scratching, screaming are all the norm. I did not.
When I first met Randy and he got excited about something and would raise his voice I would cringe. My parents did not yell. EVER. Well….unless it was at me or my sister for doing something insanely dumb. I can not remember a single instance when my father yelled, screamed or even raised his voice at my mom.
Yes, my mom would yell at my dad. “David do this, David don’t do that, David take out the trash” All standard wife/husband crap. There was never any throwing of objects, breaking of tv’s, overthrown couches.
I grew up in a happy happy joy joy household. If my parents ever had a rough patch in their marriage; I never knew about it.
I want the same things for my children. I want them to know that their parents are doing well, are happy together and we will be a family unit until the day we die (if we can get through 30 days in an SUV driving across the country with our two kids we can survive anything)
It hurts my heart to think of Randy growing up in a house full of hurt feelings, broken things and unsure of what will come next. Randy moved in with me at 21. We lived off campus with two roommates. It was a way to get him out of his family house and a way to get him closer to campus. I barely saw him those 2 years we lived in that apartment. He was working to hard on his M.Arch.
Backing up….when I first asked Randy out, the first thing people told me was ‘You know he doesn’t have a phone, and he lives in a trailer.’ I would tell them he does have a phone that’s how I asked him out, and I don’t care where he lives. (at the time I did care where he lived because I was a superficial pain in the ass but I wasn’t about to tell my Brandon Walsh look a like that)
I saw Randy’s family home a year and half after we started dating. We had just graduated from high school. I met his parents for the first time right before graduation. They looked like normal parents to me. Happy, proud, social. When we spent the whole night after graduation goofing off and I was grounded for god knows how long for coming home at 6am, Randy’s parents didn’t even notice.
I grew up thinking, “boy his parents are great! He can come and go as he pleases, they don’t care what he does. What awesome parents!”
Randy learned if he wanted me to do something he had to use a ‘regular normal voice’ if he raised his voice I would either go ape shit on him or start crying. (yes I’m sensitive a side effect to the happy happy joy joy household) He learned to be aware of what he was saying and doing.
Randy has never hit me, thrown our tv, anything like that. We did have one heated argument in his beat up Toyota Corrolla where he hit his window and it shattered but that was the one and only time. AND believe me that scared me to death and we broke up for a few weeks after that. I know that people say a son of an abusive father will grow up to a be an abusive father, husband, son.
My husband is not that man.
His sister (who is 11 years younger than him) grew up in a different household than my husband did. My husbands parents were drinking more heavily than ever, yelling, punching, breaking things. I can’t even speculate how growing up in an environment like that would turn out for me.
For my husband, it made him a hard worker, a dedicated father, and a lovely husband. Randy throws himself into everything he does. He releases his rage on video game screens (thank you God for XBox Live), he is a free giver of hugs and kisses, he enjoys family fun time, and enjoys the peace and quiet in the house.
For my sister in law, the hole left in her heart sent her head first into drugs and alcohol. She became an angry woman after my father in law died in August. She would get high, hit, punch, scratch my mother in law to get what she wanted and to do what she wanted. She has stolen cars, money, credit cards to get what she wants.
I am shocked over what she has done for drugs and money. While I have never ‘needed’ drugs in any way I’m sure they take over your rational thought process.
Your mother is and always will be your mother. If you lay a finger on her now you have to live with that the rest of your life. If you bust up her house, her car, her things, you have to live with that the rest of your life.
This is your life. Take a step back and look at the big picture. You are hurting yourself, your mother and your entire family. Get your shit together and get help.
We’re on a concrete slab/plane runway at the Joint Services Open house and Woody finds dirt. It was a great show and despite the crowds, major security precautions we had a good time.
It was a great day yesterday so we set out to a state park. We had a great time. We conquered a 2 mile hike without mommy carrying ANYONE. woohoo!
Woody was asking all kinds of questions like:
Where do rocks come from?
How did they get here?
Why did the earth leave them here?
Why do trees fall down?
Bugs live there? ewww. Why?
More random W-isms:
Let’s hide the acrons so the squirrels can’t get them.
Wanna run Cooper? Let’s run and jump in the creek.
(we were literally looking down on a creek about .5 mile below and it was a steep drop and I was scared to death that they would actually jump together.) I grabbed them and moved them along.
I’m tired mommy I’m going to nap on this rock. All better, awake, awake, awake.
We can eat crackers now and watch the birds.
All while singing twinkle twinkle little star to help the birds sleep.
Bird watching
Resting and watching
Pretending to snore
Run, run, run
First thing Randy told me after we had left my parents house: “your hair, wow, it’s curly.” He hated my hair. I should have known…he fears change.
I remember having a good time at prom (not great as my beloved does not dance and he has no rhythm whatsoever) We stayed out way to late and had quite an adventure the next morning. Other than that memories of prom were pretty good. Besides the fact that someone’s date who did not go to our school wore the SAME dress as I did. Yes. I remembered.
Randy reminded me again, how much he must have loved me to wear a pink bow tie in front of our entire class. Yes I know my fingers are freakishly long….thank god I have a wedding ring now to distract folks from staring at them.
*Olie would rather have his tongue cut out than have his nails trimmed.*
This scene was chaos. I got two nails done. TWO.
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While search for camping sleeping mats I find this.
Huh? Here I thought dog strollers were ridiculous. This is listed as a sleeping bag for your dog. Now that’s just crazy.
If your wondering…Olie will be spending the month of June with my parents. Maybe I can talk Melinda into a journal of Olie’s adventures with Buddy.
Take a guess who enjoyed the sprinkler more from the following pictures…
My dog loves the sprinkler. Throw the ball into it, he’ll jump over it, he’ll run through it…whatever. He’s all over it. The boys were a little iffy about the whole thing but eventually they both came around.
It’s been one heck of a long day…and we still have to finalize our plans for Dayton, OH and Pittsburgh, PA…and then we’ll be all done planning our month long trip. WOOHOO.
How in the world did I live without my TomTom? I typed in the park we went to this morning, got in the car after our adventure and asked the boys where they wanted to go for lunch, they said Burger King, typed it into TomTom, it gave me the closest 15 locations, hit navigate and we were off.
For my run on Sunday I used TomTom to help me navigate through the city streets and my favorite thing about this gadget is that even if I stray from the route it will re-route me and start from where I am and get me to my destination. LOVE THAT. I am always thinking that the road is this left and end up all turned around and 2 miles further away than I should be…so in the days where the gas stations are charging $3.85 a gallon, I seriously love my TomTom…if for nothing else that I’ll save a little bit of gas from seeping out of my 22 gallon tank.
If you haven’t guessed already dh and I are BOTH gadget fanatics. We like new gadgets and if we have an excuse to buy one we will.
I finally got my Seneca trail maps from the DNR in Maryland. So…this morning we hit the trails….at first I was going to ease them into it by going to Great Falls or some place close by to a trail and introduce them to hiking but once I saw some of the trails in Seneca I decided to go for it. We parked near the playground, played for 20 minutes and then set down the trail. (an easy trail at .5 miles RT)
We talked about the trail markers and how we have to stay on the trail and be VERY careful where we walk. The boys were fascinated by all the plants, bugs and especially the tracks that other people/animals made on the trails.
We stopped and found deer tracks, dog tracks, ants, spiders and lots of other bugs along the way. Woody was not thrilled with all the flying bugs around but he said that he would hike again. I said oh good…because you have at least 3 weeks of hiking ahead of you in June. I’m hoping to hit Patapsco Valley State Park tomorrow or Friday but we’ll see how things go the rest of the week. After a fun lunch at Burger King (the one with the video games to keep them entertained) the boys are exhausted. There is talk of taking the sprinkler out but I’m not sure I have the energy for all that.
Only sixteen more days and our community pool opens…woohoo!
