Friday, June 26, 2009

Why Can't I Finish the Laundry?

Today I've decided to write about the vicious cycle of - one moment I need to refill some juice.

Where was I? Oh yes, the vicious cycle of laundry. Why is it that I never seem to be able to finish even one load a day? Oopps - hang on, I have a hiney that needs wiping.

I'm back. Sorry for that. Back to my discussion and deep thoughts. Oh wait, I hear the baby up from her nap. She's probably hungry.

Here I am again. Laundry. It's a vicious never-ending cycle that I hate. For some reason, I always forget to put the laundry in the dryer and when I return to it - the next day, it's all moldy smelling. So I normally have to wash it again.

Sorry for the interruption but I need to entertain my BORED kids. Maybe I'll tap dance for them. Geesh.

Alright, deep thoughts on laundry. Dang it - now the kids want lunch. Off to spoon feed the baby just to have her spit it out at me and laugh which creates more laundry.

Back again. I think I'm just going to forget about the laundry for today. And about writing about laundry. It just isn't that important today.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Strage Encounters

I had two strange encounters with strangers this past week. The first started one morning when I was completely without kids just running a few errands. I decided to go visit my hang out, Dunkin Doughnuts. I bought some doughnuts for the kids, some bagels for myself and my husband and two coffees. I was walking out to my car and a woman stopped me and asked if I needed help.

Most people would be thankful which I was. But I was also shocked that someone stopped to try to help me when I simply had my hands full. I felt like telling her, "I'm a mom of three, this is nothing."

Now last night, I had more than my hands full. I took my kids to IHOP for dinner by myself. Everything went great until we finished and my son told me he needed to go potty. I grabbed the baby and my older daughter and we went to the restroom. Both older kids went into a stall and I just had that feeling in my stomach this was going to end badly. About two minutes later I heard, "Mommy, I pooped. You need to wipe my butt." At that moment, a woman entered the bathroom. I said to her, "Can you hold my baby while I wipe my son's butt?" She was a little taken aback by my rashness but she smiled and held out her arms for my daughter.

It was weird of me. I know that. You normally don't throw your baby at a stranger but desprite times call for desprite measures. It was that or sit my baby down on the floor of the bathroom. What would you have done?

It's strange to have the help of strangers. I almost feel offended when people offer me help and I don't need it yet, I'm so thankful when I find people willing to help out when I do need it. It is nice to know that there are nice, helpful people in the world. Especially for a mom of three with a son with a poopy butt.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Toot My Own Horn

Not to toot my own horn but I wanted to share some new products Nanny Deprived has just started selling. I think these are ingenious, both invented and produced by moms, of course.

In every playgroup there is one. I like to refer to them as "The Cup Snatcher." You know what I'm talking about. The kid who likes to take a sip out of everyone else's cup. I'm not sure why they do it. Maybe it's curiosity or maybe they just don't know which cup is theirs. If you own a "Cup Snatcher", or are in a playgroup with one, then this product is for you.

These little plastic bands known as BumpyName Orbit Labels by Inchbug, and are engraved with your own personalization and stretch to fit on any baby bottle, sippy cup, sports bottle and anything in between. Fully microwavable and dishwasher safe, they come in four different colors and are only $12.95 for a 4 pack. It's a super idea for kids who go to daycare, playgroups or anywhere there may be other kids around. The bands allow your child to know and recognize their own cup easily.

Our next momtastic product is Reusable Sandwich or Snack Bags by Resnackit. Available in two sizes and many fabric choices, these bags are lined, washable and oh so cute. Great for sandwiches, chips, goldfish, bagels, crayons, small game cartridges, makeup or anything else you would nomally throw in a ziploc bag. Most moms spend over $300 a year on plastic sandwich bags. Save yourself some money and help out the planet by purchasing some reusable bags.

There you have it. Some fantastic products to help every mom be more momtastic! We'll continue to work hard to find more fun and functional products for moms!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009


I left a comment on a friends blog today and Nicadism was the "word" I had to enter for the word verification. It left me wondering...what is Nicadism?

Perhaps its a condition where you chronically cut yourself during shaving leaving nics all over. Or maybe it's a medical condition where you have a blockage of brain functions due to watching too much Nickelodeon. Could it be the act of over dosing on Nicoderm gum? I like to think of it as a very quick trip to Nicaragua.

I think I may need to go back to work soon.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Why Do We Do This?

Going out to eat with three kids is pure hell. I don't know why I continue to put myself through this hell. Come Friday, I want to go out. Come Friday night, I vow to never do it again. It's a vicious cycle I can't break. It reminds me a lot of my drinking binges in college except there is little alcohol involved.

My husband and I celebrated our 8th anniversary at our old favorite restaurant - Bahama Breeze. Having no family nearby or good babysitters on hand, we decided to bring the kids and sit outside near the bar. We thought it would be less formal and easier with the kids. Once my son's slushie hit the ground and burst, I could sense the hate in the room aimed at me and my family. All the happy hour, working class, 20-something kids were staring at us with pure hate. I could tell they wanted our loud kids and screaming baby out of their space.

So, it's back to Fudruckers, Chuck-E-Cheese and on special nights, Chili's for us. Having a video game on the premises is a requirement in our dining establishments. If there are no waitresses or waiters, that's an even bigger plus. The menu must consist of some sort of deep fried chicken and fries or else it's just not within our scope.

Maybe for our 16th anniversary we can try Bahama Breeze again. Without kids. And with lots of alcohol.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

The Magic of the Magic Eraser

A friend of mine mentioned that she needed to clean her baseboards of her house. I had an instant heart attack realizing that you are supposed to do that. For weeks it's been on my mind. One of those things on your to-do list you can't get rid of.

Today my 5 year old started complaining about how she was so bored. There was nothing to do. At that second, a light bulb went off. I showed her the "coolest thing ever" - the Magic Eraser. I told her how it was awesome at cleaning off dirt. I gave her a bucket full of warm water and some cleaning solution and the magic eraser and told her to try it out on the baseboards.

As I type, she's half way around the kitchen talking about how great it works. She has even asked if she can wipe the stains off the pantry door. I'm silently snickering to myself about how gullible she is. She hasn't realized she's been bamboozled into doing my dirty job. It's moments like this you realize how great having kids can be!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

100th Post!

This celebrates my blogs 100th post!

I feel like I should bake a big cake or something like they do on t.v. when series get to their 100th episode. Only thing is I'm too tired to bake or do anything special. I've spent all day pinning my kids down to squirt pink eye drops into their eyes. I also had a fun trip to the vet to pick up my dogs. Nothing like driving down the highway with three kids and two dogs. It's even more fun when one dog jumps in the baby's lap while your driving. Chaos. Pure and simple chaos. But then, that's what my blog is all about.

So, I'll take the easy road and invite you to read some of my favorite posts. Nothing like recapping as an easy way out.

Check these out:

The difference between the first and third baby

My followers

The Difference Between Boys and Girls

Toddler Boot Camp

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Sunday, June 7, 2009

Glass Slippers Ain't so Shiny

Today I spent 45 minutes digging Georgia clay out of Cinderella's glass slippers.

Before I begin on my tangent I'd like to acknowledge my daughter who thought the plastic shoes would be the perfect foot ware for digging up worms. I'd also like to thank Disney World who decided it would be tons of fun to imprint the Pumpkin Carriage in tedious detail on the bottom of the glass slippers. I just love the hollow cylinders in the heel which are at least an inch deep. The dirt, clay and dog poop just fit in there so perfectly.

Of course I couldn't throw out the shoes which is what I really wanted to do. I know I probably was suckered into spending an arm and a leg for them. Of course we had to buy them to match the dress, tiara, earrings, and wand. No princess outfit is complete without them. And with a second daughter soon to be infatuated with Princesses I knew I had to keep digging away.

And so there I stood, with my tiny screwdriver and hot water, cursing myself for buying them and shooting dirty looks at my daughter who was oblivious. At least they are all shiny and ready for the next worm adventure.