Schizamore: May 2009 Archives

After a long week, I was looking forward to Friday and some much needed quality time with the family. 

I bookmarked some recipes for the week and went to the store.  I ended up making Red Beans & Rice for dinner and it got devoured.  Morgan, who can be a little picky, was saying to all of us "Are you going to finish that?", so I think it's fair to say I did okay.  Although, I felt it came out more like Jambalaya than Red Beans & Rice.  Either way, the fact that I'm still kind of new to this whole cooking thing and the response is always "MORE! MORE!" gives me hope that I'm not a lost cause in the kitchen. 

We sat down to watch Bedtime Stories with Adam Sandler.  I laughed my arse off and really enjoyed sitting down with the kids to a light-hearted family flick. 

Well, I also bought My Bloody Valentine 3-D.  I don't watch too many horror films anymore because I simply think they all suck these days.  They tend to assume that more gore means more scary and I still hold to the theory that it's the suspense that people want.  I don't know, I did enjoy the first Nightmare On Elm Street and the early Friday the 13th movies, but over the last 15 years, I've really not found much I enjoyed in the genre.  I didn't buy it because I thought it would be a good horror movie.  I bought it because it's 3-D and my TV already has a 3-D looking aspect to it.  I made the purchase strictly based on "Oooh, this is gonna look awesome on my TV!" and I'll let you know how it turns out.

This morning, my kids took the cake.  They surprised Kris and I with breakfast in bed.  Max made the eggs.  Morgan made a french loaf.  Madison stood watch.  We each got an apple and a soda.  I was truly impressed.  It's mornings like this that make me look at the kids and think I've managed to do something right in the last 14 years. 

We absconded with Max to go buy a birthday present for his friend's party tomorrow and a gift for the baby shower the rest of us are going to.  I went the practical route. 

  • A package of diapers
  • A baby nail care set
  • A "sick baby" care set.  It's got the nose suctioner, a nursing medicine doser, measuring cup. 
You know when I first had Morgan, these things came up that I hadn't even thought of.  So the first time you have a cold, fever, diarrhea, some strange rash...You find yourself running out to the drug store at all hours and that's just no fun with a new baby. 

I guess it's also the medic in me, but I just think "practical" is better than "cute and adorable - will sit in the closet for a year before being tossed out. 

Our last stop was a drive out to Schloss Buttenheim to restock our wine cooler.  I had run out of Marzemino and it's one of the few wines I really like. 

You know, I never thought I'd see the day when I was talking about drinking wine and cooking dinner and cleaning my house.  Has anyone seen Holly?  I'm offering a reward for some information leading to the location of my former self. 

Enjoy your families this weekend.  If you're single, enjoy yourself.  Take time to sip wine or cook a nice dinner or take pictures of flowers in bloom.  It's important.  It's your sanity!
Today I'm inspired by Mr. Jason Mraz.  Thank you, sir!

I've reached the 5 week mark of The Broken Foot Debacle.  Antsy doesn't begin to describe my state of mind.  Today, I finally put the crutches in the closet and set about getting my life back.  It hurts like hell to walk on it, but I just can't sit here and stare at the computer, walls or TV anymore. 

Along with all this navel gazing, I've been going through some stuff.  I've come to a point in my life where I just want peace.  Not silence.  I like noise.  For instance:

  • Music
  • Kids laughing
  • My silly dog dreaming
  • I love yous
  • Talking till all hours about philosophy
Lately, I haven't been enjoying these sounds.  Why?  Because they haven't been there!!!  Instead, we've had a smattering of:

  • People stalking through the house with iPods on
  • Kids arguing and teenagers snarking
  • My silly dog barking at me because he needs out and I can't take him
  • I love you...but you're driving me insanes
  • Arguing till all hours about ridiculous, unimportant crap
Here's the thing.  I'm 34.  I have 3 children that are teenager, almost teenager and can-you-stop-aging-right-now-please (10).

I've done the "young" marriage.  I've done the back and forth and misunderstood and reading into something you did NOT say.  I don't want to do it anymore.  I'm too old for drama and crap.  I actually said "I don't need to be understood by you or anyone else.  I won't fight to be understood.  I need no vindication.  I KNOW I'm amazing.  What's YOUR malfunction??"

So, how do you deal with a situation you totally walked into?  I married a "newbie", so why do I find myself with the lack of patience to get through the beginning? I just want to jump ahead to the part I should be at. 

God love him.  He stepped into a full house.  I just can't help but throw my hands up and say "You were warned".  I realize my intolerance is my own problem, but I've got three kids to figure out.  My plate is full!

Until all of this sorts itself out, I think I'll sit here and have a glass of Marzemino, listen to some G&R and continue to try and decode the teenager.  And that's a whole new post.

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