Jon & Kate. Plus Eight. And other stuff.

Even though it’s the thing that gets the most traffic on this blog, I think I’m over Jon & Kate. It’s not the show I once enjoyed, I don’t want to view their home, don’t think I can stomach another season.

After reading Kate’s People article last week and seeing way too many tabloid covers whereever I go this week, that was really enough. I was really surprised she even did the sitdown. You can ignore tabloid stuff and rumors. Kept thinking, the kids will have to read this someday – divorce or separate or not, you can’t take back anything that’s in print, it’s out there.

It’s a shame their marriage is in shambles but what else did they expect. It’s no wonder he’s unhappy, he doesn’t *do* anything or provide for his family. You’ve got to put the mental health of your family first, even if something makes a lot of money for your “kids”.

There have been to too many funerals and viewings this year. My stepgrandma is off to meet her Maker and her sweetheart, who also passed in January. It’s a shame that she couldn’t always be the nice version of herself, it’s at times like these I feel bad that I always distinguished her as my ‘mean stepgrandma’, though that’s how she was to me after the age of 9 when my sister’s arrived stealing the show.

When she came to my unit at the hospital a couple of times it was like a different person. Following the years of confusion and frustration of dementia, she was pretty darn cute and pleasant. The fact that she’d been admitted at all was probably the only hint of her former self with the ornery, Syrian stubborn streak peaking through.

Thanks for the banana phones, Louise.

Driving lesson.

“Mom, stop telling me how to drive or I’ll find someone else to ride with me.”

 

“I’d love to see you try, and I can tell you how to drive this thing until you have your own license.”

 

 I feared for my life but I gave it a go because Emi had had enough.  He really doesn’t do too bad but it still makes me uneasy…I wondered how bad it would hurt if I jumped out but thought it wouldn’t look too lady-like in a dress.

 

I cannot imagine what it will be like when he really can drive – ahh!  I won’t be buying him a car, obviously, but the grandparents and I will need to have a serious talk about this as well.  The kid does not need to be behind the wheel everyday or I’ll never be able to sleep at night.

 

Extravagantly extravagant extravagance

Not sure I would say it was as extravagant as she wanted but my sister seemed thrilled with the way her grad party went off. A good time was had by all.

All I wanted to do was get a nap just about the time the party was set to start after a couple long days of cake baking and errand running. The folks were looking a bit rough when I arrived this morning, probably after totally up their receipts for all they spent to feed everyone. My dad doesn’t believe in going cheap when he invites guests…I say, random neighbors and church goers can eat a hot dog not grilled chicken.

I think it was a “Leslie’s babysitting years” reunion. Totally weird to see all these youngsters from church or our old neighborhood coming up saying “ohmygoshlikehihowareyoulikeImliketotallyasenior!” when I used to chase them around and change their diapers.

A case of the Sundays

“Extra! Extra! Read all about it, ‘Mom Teaches Boy To Fold Shirts!’” – Braiden

At least we capped off a terrible day on a positive note, a folding party is just what we needed. He’s definitely inherited the ability to make me laugh so hard out loud at the moment I want to throw something breakable.

I’m always reminded how out of my league I am. In the last 8 hours I’ve washed a mouth out with soap, ordered someone to their room, taken away TV privileges, and had a couple long heart to hearts.

Also I broke my child’s spirit with the realization that we cannot have pet birds. I had to try to explain why we can’t have baby chicks in our house. Never mind that they smell, are dirty and/or they’re loud and annoying. Thanks, Emi.

Thank God tomorrow is another day.