Showing posts with label embarrassment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label embarrassment. Show all posts

Monday, May 9, 2011

Behavior that makes me see red...dye that is.

  



















      I feel like most days I spend that majority of my time cleaning up after the tirades of a two year old.  My vocabulary often feels limited to "don't put your pee pee on the dog...boogers go on tissues not in your mouth...and you can't eat off of the ground!'  Chaos feels like a permanent resident here; but it wasn't until last week that I actually experienced that mortifying, everyone is staring at me, I'm "that" parent, moment.



     Our day started innocently enough at music class when my dude took a vacation from reality.  He became the kid that everyone looks at and either says "thank God he is not mine, or that parent should not be allowed to have children".  Let me just preface this by saying that even though he can be out of control at times, I can almost always distract him, or figure out some kind of a discipline to snap him into reality.  But not today.  He was charging into closets, out doors and doing exactly the opposite of every activity we were supposed to be doing.  He was laughing hysterically at himself as he pulled my hair, climbed on everything (climbable or not) all the while getting the attention of every adult (and not in a good way!).  We managed to survive music class and I apparently lapsed into a total state of bad judgement when I attempted the post office!  (Earth Monkey products had to be mailed rain or shine, sweet or psycho toddler!)  About 15 seconds into the door, it started down hill fast...

I have managed to burry a lot of the details but for the sake of my final point, I will relive them now...



1 time pulling cards from the display

2 times throwing his dinosaur at the oh so patient man who worked there

3 laps around the counter that forms the line

4 rolls on the ground (under said counter)

5 bolts to the door (only one time trapped by a nice woman!)

6 head throws backwards as I trapped held him in my arms

7 items on the counter that had to be moved as I waited to mail our products

8 screams of delight at his insanity

9 beads of sweat on my brow

10 sets of eyes staring



     Maybe that does not sound too insane, but it is all I can relive.  The rest is just too painful.

Oh ya..one more thing..my dad all the years of my life (even now) has said to me, "think about what you say before you say it".  Well, that advice escaped me that day because as I carried him back to the counter after the 5th escape attempt, a woman commented (I think trying to make me feel better) "wow, he is fast"..to that I jokingly replied "ya, we call him birth control".  This is the point where I wish my dads advice would have been at the forefront of my mind because the other 10 customers, well lets just say that not one of them got the joke!  At this point,  I finished my business, buried my  head; or should I say my son had my eyes covered with my own hair and his hands; and I left.



     You ready for the moral to the story?  This is what I learned that day...one, best friends that can relate to this totally rock...and two, people that know lots of things are my super heros.  Did you know that red dye in our foods are directly related to ADHD????  I didn't, but now I do.  We eat super clean around here so we don't come into contact with much overly processed food, but the night before we had pink cupcakes at a birthday party, and the next morning, my son check out of reality.   So heres the deal, maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but for me its just one more thing that we all need to know about.  There are so many dangers in the things we eat and this is just one.  So I challenge you to check all the processed food in your pantries and get rid of anything with red dye in it.  ESPECIALLY if you have a child who struggles with "post office type behavior", or a child that your sure might make you loose your mind.  Then do some research.  Don't take my word for it...just educate yourself!!!

Monday, January 10, 2011

From zits to wrinkles, freckles to fungus...REALLY?????

     There is a scene in one of my favorite movies, Christmas Vacation, that makes me cringe every time I see it.  Cousin Eddy arrives at Clarks house with his family in their "tenement on wheels" and as grandpa bends down to give the son a little kiss, Eddy says something to the effect of "you might not want to do that, he's got a little lip fungus that they aint identified yet"...



     I had the joy of experiencing my first zit at the age of 19.  Now those of you that struggled through high school with a face full of them are probably thinking "lucky!!!"  But for me, it has taken 20 years, a truckload of antibiotics, bathtubs of benzoil peroxide,  washes, scrubs, lotions, ointments, homeopathic remedies and special diets, it's finally gone.  Basically I got to experience my 2 weddings, my 2 children's births, beauty school, 2 careers, my 21st., 25th, 30th and 35th birthdays, covered in zits!  Fun...The great part is, they are gone, the bad part is, now I'm fighting the wrinkle battle!  So not fair!!!  At this point in my life, my bathroom cabinet  resembles that of a 65 year old wrinkled, puberty struck, "cousin Eddies son", freckled freak of nature.   I have RetinA for the acne (yes that is what FINALLY got rid of it!), Tri-luma to fade the freckles (sounds much better than "age spots!"), arnica cream for the aching arthritis in my knuckles, and this is the shudder part...an anti-fungal used on jock itch and athletes foot!  There I said it!  I had to use something men used on their johnsons, peepers, man parts, unmentionables, to cure the area just above my lip.  (cringe!) If I ever pictured living a scene in Christmas Vacation, it would be the part with the swimming pool, NOT the lip fungus scenario!   It now takes me longer to get ready for bed than it does to get ready in the morning!  (a point which my husband just LOVES...especially the night guard, sexy!! Riiiiiight)  When each section of your face requires a different "magic potion, it takes a while! The irony is that I am crazy about what our family eats and puts on our skin.  We are basically limited to a bare minimum soap, an organic shampoo and plain coconut oil on our bodies...but when it comes to trying to get my face to resemble that of a human, I'll pretty much resort to whatever chemical is necessary...I admit to peals, micro-dermabrasions, botox (hey don't judge, this stuff takes off 10 years!), and fillers...yep, I have these hollow lines under my eyes, and darn it, I just like it when they are gone.   There, now you all know my secrets!   And one other thing..thank goodness for editing (and Maria Alexandra Photography) because according to a lot of my photos, my face looks as smooth as my little guys butt!"



     Funny what a little vanity does...Ya I'm not afraid to admit to being just a little bit vain...We are bombarded by skinny, plastic looking 16 year olds on tv and magazines selling us "old girls" living in the real world, foundation that makes us look 13.6 years younger, and eye creams that will for sure make us look like we actually have slept for more than 3 hours in a row, and cream to rub on our butts to that will make them look like my 5 year olds!  But the reality?  That type of magic doesn't really exist!  We can fill our drawers with 15 different creams and still scare ourselves when we look in the mirror in the morning!  We will  have lines when we smile, (I'm ok with a lot from that!) furrows when we yell at our kids (not that I ever do that! right...) and no amount of sunscreen with ward off those pesky age spots freckles.  But I guess at the end of the day, It's all good.  I want to do the best I can, (and rid myself of fungus..gag) and the rest is controlled by gravity and time.  So once again, I have no real lesson of the day, just a little funny so you can laugh at me and feel better about yourself!



     I want to know what is in your bathroom drawer...make me feel better now...

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Friday, December 31, 2010

EMM's NYE survival guide (or at least a good laugh!)...

The last crazy New Years Eve night that we can both remember was in...in....in....in...ok, well it's been so long we can't remember!  But that doesn't mean that we couldn't dig up some "good advice" to share with you all.  We just want to help you since we will be snuggled in by 10:34. OK so we aren't quite that dull, but, you know!  So here it goes...

  1. Make sure you DON'T leave the house with kid snot or dried on crusty catchup still on your shirt sleeve.

  2. The sparkles on your eyes should NOT match the sparkles on your shoes

  3. The "height" of your hair should NEVER make you end up taller than your "date"

  4. Always take a girlfriend to the bathroom to do a wardrobe check...leaving the bathroom with your skirt tucked in your underwear is a definite no no.  To add to that, if your skirt is too short to accidentally "tuck in"... Puleeezz change before you leave the house.

  5. NO ONE gets "prettier" the more they drink...no matter what you see in mirror, know that blurred vision has taken over...also, you do not get skinnier as the night goes on either.  If it needed to be tucked in or "spanx'ed" when you left the house, it needs to stay that way, it is still there...

  6. Remember that your kids will still be standing beside your bed whispering "mommy" at 5:00 AM no matter  how bad the room was spinning when you got into bed at 2:00 AM!

  7. Under no circumstances should you kiss a random man at midnight...this is especially true if your husband is standing close by...Messy for a lot of reasons!!!

  8. NEVER EVER EVER ask another woman if she is pregnant just because she doesn't have a drink in her hand!  This is so not cool!  OK I admit it...I did this!!  Cringe!! 

  9. Dancing...what do we say about this...unless you are used to getting dollar bills tucked into your shirt, keep your "pelvic thrusts" to a bare minimum...those muscles are best saved for 80's style aerobics or birthing children.

  10. Remember a little thing called "U-Tube and Facebook" and know that your future boss, potential date, kids teachers, birth mother (for those looking to adopt), and your teenagers have full access to its contents!

  11. If you have breastfed more than three, two,  one child and your cleavage now resembles that of two pancakes hanging on a wall...please leave the v-neck to someone else.  Unless of course you know Victorias "secret"!!!                                                                       [EDITOR'S NOTE: This was obviously written by the EMM who has NOT breast-fed her children and has perfectly, perfect boobies! I am going to pretend she's NOT talking about me... hmmfff... in protest I will wear the lowest cut v-neck I can find... breastfeading moms unite! Carry on...]

  12. If you do decide to go all out and put on false eyelashes, please remember to check them BEFORE you approach that cute guy.  You do not want him distracted by a clump of them stuck in your hair, and then picking them out in disgust.  This advice is based on a true story (poor girl!)...not cool!

  13. If you're not a party animal but are still going over to friends to play games and maybe have a little drinky drink... DON'T use the stroke of midnight as a hall pass to make-out with your significant other... drunken, sloppy kissing and groping is best left to the privacy of your own room or in crowds large enough that you will blend in to the drunken debauchery... my eyes are still burning from last year!!

  14. Wait until New Years DAY to text or post any pictures to facebook... you will be so so so glad you did!!!

  15. Even if you're just staying home with the kiddos, sitting on the couch in your PJ's (asleep by 10:42 p.m.) Remember to take a second to yourself or with your man and toast to a great year... even if 2010 was horrible... you made it through alive sister!! So, let the snot blowing, butt wiping, potty training, gut wrenching "my tween is possessed", or white knuckled "OMG, my child is driving" 2011 begin!!

We hope this gives you a good laugh...if it does, please share us with your friends!  And please, leave your best advice (or really embarrassing story) in our comment box below, its not too late to help out a fellow EMM!



We wish you all a very safe and happy new year!!  Thank you all for a first great run...we look forward to a ton more fun!

NVAKATPGPMZE 

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

You didn’t see that…did you????



     It hit me the other day that I do a bunch of things that honestly I would be totally embarrassed if anyone knew that I did…These things have to do with being a mom behind closed doors. I think that you will be able to relate and not judge… I came up with things like, not taking off my shoes when I come in the house, and letting my daughters hair get tangles in it, but then I figured you all would think ‘”ya right!”  and so I came up with some good (gross) stuff!
     I’ve been known, ok really, I’ve been known to hide, that I occasionally flick a booger!  Not my own people!!  Gross!  My kids…sometimes it’s just not convenient to go find a tissue and I figure no one will ever know anyway…oops, messed up that theory!!  Ohhh don’t even try to tell me you haven’t done it before!
     So this one could get me in trouble, but sometimes I lock myself in the closet (literally) to have an uninterrupted phone call.   Why is it that kids freak out every time the phone rings anyway???  And just so you “perfect” mothers don’t freak out on me, I do have my logical limits as to how long I should stay in there with kids doing who knows what!
     I have actually grown to like Mac and Cheese that is about 2 hours old, hard bread crust and strawberry jelly that is stuck to the counter.  Sometimes the only way to get nourishment is for me to graze on whatever cold clump of nastiness is left over from my kids meals…that is kind of gross when I think about it, but hey, mama needs food too!
     So this one may be crossing the limit of grossness but here it goes…sometimes I (gulp) come across a dirty diaper left on the floor or counter (sick!) for longer than I would like to admit (not more than a couple hours or so…I’m not totally disgusting) and even worse, I’ve returned home before with them torn up on the floor, half eaten thanks to the dog!
     Speaking of the dog, he makes a mean vacuum cleaner for all of the food that gets dropped by my two year old!  Just a warning, you may not want to eat off of my floors because I actually let him “clean up” behind my kids!
     I like it when my car is filled with the sweet sound of my kids music, but I will admit to turning my music up loud enough to drown out the sound of unnecessary crying or fighting!  (and that can be pretty loud) Sometimes all the fussing just wears me out! What else can I say; Carrie Underwood is much nicer to listen to then screaming!!!
     I might loose you here but smell your own hands before you judge!  I sometimes wipe my kids after they use the toilet and get “some” on me and don’t take time to wash my hands.  Oh my gosh, that sounds so gross when I write it down!  I’ve even smelled my hands and wondered if something worse than pee might be ground in!…enough with that!!!
    Well, now that none of you will ever want to visit my house or shake my hand, I am done.  I’m pretty sure that you have your own “behind closed door secrets” share them if you dare…but be prepared to loose a friend or two!
     P.S.  I just re-read this and I feel like I should put up a picture of me and my home so you don’t all think I’m totally disgusting!!!  :)

Kids screaming, dogs barking, WWF moves, butt cracks and more… all in the school parking lot





Ahh the first week of school. The smell of crisp fall mornings, school supplies and fresh baked cookies. Oh ya and you can add screaming, hysteria in the school parking lot to that list because that’s what we got a bag full of this week!
GENA…Our first day of kindergarten was met with tears…mine…my daughter, she did just fine. I would go as far to say that she was an old pro by the 3rd day!  Day number 5? Well that’s another story…
     I work on Tuesdays (I call it my vacation day).  This Tuesday was the first one that I did not help daddy get the kids out the door.  Let me just preface this all by saying that he is a wonderful man on many levels!  So he gets her to school and as they start to get out of the car, she realizes that her backpack has been left behind…(the one that I packed the night before and left hanging on her hook by the door…) and so it began.  As daddy was getting our son out of the car the dog jumped out and started to run around the parking lot. Nevaeh started a full on melt down because of not having her beloved backpack and snacks, so she locked the car door as daddy was trying to get the dog and hold the toddler.  Every time he would get the doors unlocked and go to get her, she would move to the front or back seat, wherever he was not.  So at this point he was chasing the dog, dealing with a crazy boy and starting to loose his patients (big time) with his daughter who is now screaming and freaking out!  He decided to do what any good dad would do, call grandma J  She arrived shortly and amazingly enough even she couldn’t  get Nevaeh to calm down.  So after 15 minutes of insanity, they got her settled just enough to get in grandmas car and go home.  Score one kindergartner! 
     Needless to say she and I had a little talk and I actually stayed calm (because down deep I thought it was hilarious!!!) and we ended up writing an apology letter to daddy, and delivered it to him across the room, and her teacher got one to explaining “I forgot my backpack and it made me so really sad that I forgot my snacks and I will not do it again”. 
     Lesson learned?  She probably wont do it again, and daddy?  I think he will be “sick” next Tuesday!
Ahhhh School is fun!
Linz…
I knew it was bad when I could hear Sawyer screaming when I opened my car door in the back parking lot at school. I ran up the sidewalk to find him in full on meltdown mode laying on the ground in front of the buses. The problem: Sawyer is obsessed with buses and wanted to rise one home…unfortunately I am a control freak and hated the bus growing up so consequently I made a decision in the forth grade that my kids would NEVER ride the bus…
So, there we were…Sawyer , Mrs. G and I duking it out on the ground trying not to be run over by the millions of kids and parents trying to leave the school. When I saw that he was about to blow, I picked him up WWF style and squeezed him tightly (tight hugs and compression tend to help kids on the spectrum… it wasn’t abuse I promise.) Anyway, Sawyer’s a BIG boy so lifting him up into the cradle position wasn’t an easy feat, in fact I’m pretty sure the entire third grade saw my butt crack. 
After that I followed the special needs parent’s unspoken “code of conduct”: Kept my head down, ignored the stares of judgmental parents and got the HELL out of there. When I got Soy safely to the van his teacher suggested cutting him back to half days for a while… big bummer. The funny thing was, we weren’t even out of the parking lot before Sawyer was happy and smiling again saying, “Wow, I had the best day ever! I love my knew school.” I was glad that he was able to shake it all off so easily… I, on the other hand was a sweaty, crying, wreck. I came home desperately searching for my drug of choice… FOOD. Unfortunately we never keep anything too bad in the house, I was however, able to scrounge 1/4 pint of freezer burned ice cream and some stale envrio kids coco crispies with half and half on top. 
The good news is Sawyer has really turned things around this week and will be able to return to full days on Monday… when he will also ride the bus for the first time in his life:(:( The bad news is I found out some moms were talking smack about Sawyer’s “behavior” behind my back… apparently living through the hell of high school once wasn’t punishment enough, so we get to start all over again when our kids start school… but that’s a story for a different post when mama’s in a nicer more forgiving mood.
Do you have any good “first week of school” stories? Do tell… because we want to feel better about oursleves…and because misery love company:)

it never pays to be NASTY…NEVER…EVER…NEVER!!!





So I am never one to make waves…I am a peace keeper…I never send food back even if it’s not even remotely what I ordered and I would be the one who gets ignored at Starbucks because I don’t want to interrupt the barista and the cashier talking about the previous nights escapades…
I HATE confrontation…I am a stuffer…I would rather pretend like problems don’t exist or just eat my feelings rather than face the real issue. (there’s nothing white bread and pasta can’t heal:) It’s not healthy and I don’t suggest it because when you can’t stuff or eat anymore a rare- but HORRIBLE - explosion occurs and is directed at whatever poor, unsuspecting soul is closest at the time. 
So there has been like two weeks of drama going on with my bank...WELLS FARGO(that will be important later on in the story)… I lost my debit card months ago (I do it all of the time…usually along with my drivers license and my phone) anyway a normal person would have just ordered a new card but since I avoid talking on the phone like the plague, I asked the lady at the bank of she would order it for me. In the spirit of great customer service she told me “NO I had to call their 800 number.” So of course I didn’t…I still haven’t in fact…I, instead decided to start using my credit card and just transfer funds over (none of tis makes sense but it’s just how I function) So…because I hadn’t been using the credit card, and then started using it for everything, the bank put a security hold on it … after 15 minutes on the phone (mind you my kids were screaming and crawling up my leg the entire time) the lady said her computer wasn’t working and I would have to call back!!! Ahhhhh (I promise I’m getting to the point here…stay with me)
Anyway, I went back through the bank drive thru pleading with the teller to order my debit card and to remove the security lock. Of course she couldn’t and I drove away seething…ready to erupt. I dialed the 800 number for the bank with passion…someone was going to get a piece of my mind and I didn’t care who…
The guy who answered told me that my card had been CANCELLED and he couldn’t see why, and he added the extra bonus of NOT being able to order my debit card….and then it happened… I exploded….In my defense I did preface the sobbing curses with “I understand that it’s not you’re fault but...” blah blah blah … It was really an out of body experience and I don’t even remember exactly what was said/yelled. I do remember wrapping the whole thing up with a nice big F-bomb though. Before you judge you have to realize that I NEVER do this…I was a crazy woman and what happened next is why it NEVER pays to be NASTY…NEVER…EVER… After I apologized again the guy gave me the 800 number to get my debit card…he asked if there was anything else he could help me with…I said NO (rolling my eyes)…and he said alright then, Thank You for calling CHASE. Click. CHASE???? uhhh chase?? hmmm must have called the wrong bank some how…oops