Fill my waterhole

I can't wait until we have a real schedule. In case I haven't updated everyone, we have the boys alllll summer. We are also watching the Princess and Prince mornings and evenings for the STBEH on his weeks. They have all been signed up for camp, as well as swim team. Camp starts anywhere from 6am-9am and ends pretty much whenever we pick them up, so far around 4pm so we can get some work done. Unfortunately the P's have missed the first week as they went to the grandparents new beach house in Delaware. (Also, the STBEH moved into his new home, which is two roads away from us. Awesome.) Once they get home from camp we quickly finish all kid stuff, make dinner, and then head to swim team at 6:30. We don't get home until 9pm since the pool is a half hour away. This blows. We have not decided how to do showers yet. They may just go without them for the entire summer. Maybe our water bill will drop below $90 a month. Motherfuckers.

So, as you may remember, Mr. M's oldest son, can be a bit dramatic when he doesn't want to do something. Because of this, Mr. M and I were in opposite agreement about swim team as we knew there would be several temper tantrums thrown when he couldn't do something that everyone else could do. I finally convinced Mr. M that he can throw as many tantrums as he wants, he's doing it, because otherwise he will NEVER do anything in his life, because Mom gives in so she's not embarrassed by how he acts. So, he missed the first week as he was still in PA, so this past Monday was the first time he got into the pool. I struggled with whether or not to discuss any apprehensions with the coaches, but I decided to just see how they handled him, and I think it was the right decision. Coach J approached him as soon as she saw he was new. It went well at first, the kids is 3 times larger than all the other kids and he can seriously kick their ass in any competition. This is GREAT for his self esteem.

Half way through the practice the coach decided to get them all up on the starting blocks to learn how to dive in. SS8 decided he was afraid of this and the tantrum began. I have to say he held it together better than usual. He simply spiked his cap and goggles, walked away from everyone, and began to fake cry. It took about 10 minutes for the coaches to notice him off to the side, but coach J spent about 20 minutes with him after that. During this whole time, we stayed off to the side in the grass and made sure to keep an eye on him without making eye contact. We didn't want to play the game so we left him be. After practice while he was showering Mr. M talked with coach J and then we ignored the entire incident until the next day. At dinner we simply asked what coach J had said and pointed out that there was no need for the tantrum and that he could handle any fears "these" different ways, which he has been doing since. We both still think there will be a tantrum in the future, probably during the first meet (especially as Psycho Mom has said she might drive down for it! ACK!) when he has to compete, but we will get through it!

We are trying to make the summer about health and fitness. We never have a scale in our home, but we borrowed one and SS8 has gained more weight, he is up to 142 lbs, at 8 years old. It's scary that no court will recognize that this is child abuse. In 3 years he has gained 80 fucking pounds and is at risk for so many health problems. Not to mention the fact that that fucking cunt hasn't taken them to the dentist in 2 fucking years even though the school is on her ass about it as they have to have dentist checkups to be registered. I think we should go back to court over it, but Mr. M thinks nothing will come of it. I can't believe that a court would ignore the fact that she has missed FOUR appointments and an 8 year old is set to hit 200 lbs in less than a year at his going rate. But I've seen them ignore bigger signs, so I guess I should keep my mouth shut. It's just so hard to look at him slowly being killed. It makes no sense to me that a court has to wait until the kid has diabetes or heart disease before they do something, when they are "supposed" to be protecting them.....

Because I'm that lazy

Run, now, RIGHT NOW, to your dairy aisle. They now have hard boiled, ALREADY PEELED eggs ready to go. And Goddamn are they good.....

Oh yea I forgot

I rarely ever get carded anymore. I believe it's because I'm always with Mr. M and he makes me look older (ie, he's old, so I must be older, hehe). So, the Princess and I are sitting in chairs in the salon and another stylist comes in. As she's washing a client's hair (does that make sense?) she asks, "are you two sisters?" Um, hahahahahahahah. "Us, oh no, I'm her mother." "Oh you are so lucky to have such a young looking Mother."

I never know if it's a compliment or not.....

A day of rants

First of all, I HATE sites, like Blogger and eBay, that have a stupid little box you can check if you want them to remember you, and YET, they never remember you. Fuck. Don't give me an option that doesn't fucking exist.

Also, Father's Day. Blech. I was complaining to Mr. M the other day how hard it is to find a card for my Father. Yea. Have I ever mentioned him? He's a nonentity. Period. Even when I lived with him, he never did anything, my Grandparents did. Hallmark doesn't have a category for him. He never threw a ball with us, even if we were girls, he never wore a tie and I've certainly never bought one for him. The only memories I have of him are things like, him letting go of the wheel of the car, coming from the bar no less, and telling me if I didn't drive, we would die, or him laughing, in the middle of a tornado, because we were scared, or him punching in my door one night when he was drunk. In case you haven't noticed, my father is an alcoholic. And a pot head. I vividly remember the calls reminding me to turn on the grow lights when he was out late. Yes, he grew his own. Today, Mr. M had the pleasure of shopping for a Fathers Day card for him. Heehee. Someone else has felt my pain.

While Mr. M was searching for the elusive Father's Day card, the Princess, Prince and I were locked out of the beach house. Mr. M dropped us off last night and headed back to Philly to help with an audit today. He asked if we needed the key, and we decided we would just leave the backdoor unlocked if we went out. We slept in and headed to a late breakfast. The Princess was wearing a shirt I told her to throw out last week due to a hole in it, so I told her to head back in and change it. Within 5 seconds we realized, the door, was in fact, LOCKED. I will spare you the rest, but let's just say we spent NINE HOURS homeless, wandering Sea Isle City, eating, getting haircuts, playing at the park, anything to take up time until Mr. M returned. It was freezing out. But we are safely together again.....

I'm on the DL

This summer so far has been fucking annoyingly filled with injury. First, I was bitten by a spider, right on the ankle. I have pictures but I'm too lazy to post them right now. I couldn't walk for two days, it was quite fun and I felt like a big ole baby.

Now I feel like a real ass. I hurt myself in .... ahem .... ah .... yoga. Yea. One of our new clients is the instructor. He is also building a house two doors down from us. So, our neighbor and I decided to join the new class. Everything was going well, until the end when we went into upward facing dog position. When I was pregnant with the Princess I fell down a flight of steps and pinched my sciatic nerve. When I bent my back during upward dog, I felt a muscle pull immediately. But it felt fine after class. The next day started out fine until I was cleaning the shower and something happened. I fell prostrate on the floor. Since then I have been unable to move. Unfortunately life hasn't stopped. We had plans to move our couch to Mr. M's Mom's house in anticipation of our new couch arriving. Poor Mr. M, handled the move himself somehow.

Fighting through the pain today, we managed to get in a few antique stores, when I found the perfect French Provincial dresser (with a hidden drawer!!!) for the living room. I also found the perfect sign for the two story wall in the living room but we haven't decided to get it or not yet. We got a great deal on the dresser and have to pick it up tomorrow, so I'm hoping Mr. M can work some more magic and get them to drop the price on the sign because it is soooo perfect.

In other news, I've been put in charge of the entire opening celebration of the country club now, great. If I didn't mention it before, this happens on the day of my sister's wedding. Which I still have to break the news to her. I wasn't expecting to do all of the work, but at least it will be done my way! Ha, I'm such a control freak. I better get a goddamn placque for all this work.

The kids start swim team on Monday, five nights a week plus meets, ugh, and school is out on Friday. Though we might be taking them out on Thursday due to weekend plans. That's it from here.....

Obsession, it smells great

Mr. M had a support conference last week that went extremely well. I won't go into details, but I do want to point out how much Psycho Mom is obsessed with me, still. Now, let's go back to the beginning, 3.5 YEARS ago when SHE decided she wanted a divorce. SHE left him. SHE got everything SHE wanted. And now THREE years later, all she does is follow ME around. Her ex-husbands girlfriend. It's pathetic and damn amusing sometimes.

To understand how amusing it is you have to remember that I have worked online and in print for about 8 years now. That's a long time on the Internet. My name is in a lot of places. A LOT. And if you don't understand the Internet and publishing, you may think that I do a LOT of things online because so many different sites have used articles that I've written. So, Psycho Mom spends her obviously very lonely days, searching for me. If you know my full name you will find out things like where I used to live, several businesses I have owned or currently own, dozens of articles I have written, boards I have served on, work Mr. M and I are doing at our country club, grants I have created, etc. As Mr. M puts it, I'm a "real mover and shaker" if you read it all, which makes me laugh. And apparently makes Psycho Mom very jealous.

So, the funniest part about the hearing was when she informs Mr. M that the kids have told her we are selling Formal Wear out of our garage. Now, picture this in your head people. Cars are lining up down the street. Women and men are trying on Tuxes, Wedding Gowns and such in our two car garage. Veils are blowing in the wind. It's pretty fucking funny I have to say. As soon as he told me this I did a search on several engines to see where she could have come up with this. As it turns out a Bridesmaid site had once had an article I have written posted on it.

So, I had a very evil thought. What if I got all of my Internet friends to post my name somewhere obscure on all of their sites? And what if they got all their friends to do the same? It would blow her mind.....