Hell Month

There is a month delay between public elementary school starting and the beginning of preschool which has caused havoc in my house.

The kid that really wants to go to school hasn't started yet and the one who is "forced" to go to school has already begun. This has caused a lot of "It's not fair" wars between the siblings, and, not to mention, a lot of headaches for me.

"It's not fair. Why doesn't he have to go to school?" My daughter says.

Ten minutes later...

"It's not fair. Why does she get to go to school?" My son says.

My reply? "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Somebody start the dang school already!"

Where Have I Been?

My blog has been nagging me to write in it.

Its a tiny little voice in the back of the head saying, "Ha ha,that's funny. You should BLOG about that". The voice tracks my progress. "It's been 3 weeks and 4 days since you wrote in me". It's nagging, whining, and controlling. I feel guilty when I neglect it. When I sit down to watch tv, it says, "You should spend this time blogging".

All in all, it's my fourth child. Needy, wanting attention and love.

Musings on a third child...

So, I've been thinking alot about the whole third child thing, and whether or not its a good idea. Those of you who had one of each (boy and girl) and then decided to have a third- I'd be interested to know what your motivation behind having your third one was (besides OOPS!!! A little too much vino?)

If you've been reading us, then you may recall that I have a 6 (soon to be 7) y/o daughter and a newly one year old son. I enjoy them both and we have a really nice balance. I'm wondering how hard throwing a third child into the mix would be. Whenever I voice this to friends I get the same "well- she will be big enough to help!". No..that's not her job. While I do appreciate the occasional diape

r fetching or bottle finding- raising younger siblings is not in her job description. We aren't the Duggar family where the older girls are required to raise the little ones. My daughter also claims that "if she gets a sister" she wants to share a bedroom with her. Now, we have 5 bedrooms so technically, all 3 of them could have their own rooms. The "sharing" thing may be cool for now but- is 13 year old her going to pitch a fit about her 6 year old "baby sister" messing with

her Teen Beat magazines? There's just soo many questions. I wish I had a crystal ball. Did I mention I'm already pregnant and don't have much of a choice about all this? :)

The Lost Nap

Where oh where did my daughter's nap go? Oh where oh where did it go?

It only took having three kids to finally have a good sleeper. My youngest is a great sleeper and napper. You basically throw her in her crib and walk out and she just goes to sleep. It's great and every time I close that door, I am so thankful that it's that easy. I've been on the other side of that situation with my other two children. I remember the crying, screaming, sitting in the room waiting for them to fall asleep.

Yesterday, not so much. I threw her in her crib and the crying started. I freaked. I had flashbacks of my other two kids and almost curled up into the fetal postition and rocked myself back and forth from the memories.

After a few minutes I decided to get her, knowing this wasn't like her. I brought her downstairs and we played some more. If you can call throwing couch pillows at her older brother playing, then yeah, we played. We played real good.

I tried again about an hour later. No luck. I finally decided that if she wasn't going to nap, I would teach her by making her so tired she would fall asleep anywhere. Off to the pool we went. Three hours later we returned home. She was still wide awake and in a good mood.

Now I'm terrified. Does this mean the beginning of the end? All good things must come to an end, but her naps? Really? She's not even two. Someone tell me it was just a jinx, a fluke, and she's not giving up naps for good. Please. Anyone?

In search of the perfect purse

I LOVE purses. LOVE. LOVE. LOVE. purses.

Especially shiny new Coach ones.

To me, there's just a special kind of happy, loving adoration for a great bag. I mean, I'm not a supermodel, I'm rockin' the "mommy pooch" thing and occasionally a muffin top. Heaven knows I have my days where my hair has baby food in it and I don't know what all is smeared into my shirt. But you know one thing the kids don't ruin? My purse. There it sits- on the shelf, perfect and waiting for me to take it somewhere. While we're out and about, I like to think that my purse is a statement to others saying "Underneath alllll this crap is a woman with style- look at this great bag!"

Or at least thats how it goes in my head...

Lately, I've been on a mission...to find a new summer purse. AND I CAN'T.

If you've read this blog before, you're aware that I set on a frivolous, self-imposed mission and I always win. ALWAYS. Not this time. Not yet.

I did find a gorgeous bag thats like, more than I make in 2 months. But I won't do it. I am willing myself to find something else comparable because...I just can't see spending THAT kind of money, on a bag that mainly goes to the grocery store.

The mission continues...

Do you have a love affair with your purses?