Spring "Break" is now over

Spring break is officially over.......... and my kids are having a hard time adjusting to it. They ran rampant with their cousins last week and the lack of sleep on their part is definitely having its effects.

The little person having the most difficulty adjusting to things is my oldest son. He is only 5 1/2 years old and is grounded. Why? Because he thinks he is smarter than his parents.

Last night he tried to pull the "Well, Mommy said I could......." and the "Daddy said it's okay........" stunt with the two of us. All because he would not ask his father if it was alright to go over to a neighbor's house to play. He "thought" he would not like the answer his father would give him, so he decided to make up one on his own. He had tried asking me originally, but since I had holed myself up in my daughter's room to finish painting it (that is another blog), I reminded him that his Dad was in charge of him and he needed to ask him. And it went on from there.

On the way home from school today, I asked my son how his day went after the break. He said "Great! And we played a game today - called the 'Quiet Game' and everyone kept asking me to play because they think I am so cool."

I don't think I have the heart to tell him the real reason why he must have been chosen for the quiet game.

Giving it another go!

Okay - so last week I fell after the step-stool I was on broke. It was an old wooden one, but my hind-side is still healing. A beautiful shade of black and blue it is too. I am at it again after a week to try and paint on my daughter's room. This time, however, I do not plan on stepping or climbing up anything (I will be using the short ladder later), without my husband's presence. As it is, I have him off to a birthday party with KD, I'm entertaining the baby, and JT is hanging out playing video games. I do plan on getting the primer done in her room today though. keeping-my-fingers-crossed-that-this-first-step-is-done-today-and-not-in-the-middle-of-the-night.

Painting and I don't mix

So I twittered Saturday about whether or not I should clean house or paint my daughter's room. I wasn't sure which was the lesser evil. I chose to clean most of the house, since I knew I was going to be making a mess while painting. I figured it would be better not to have a mess on top of a mess. Of course, my daughter was all on board to help me (she did the toilets) because the faster I finished cleaning, the faster I could paint. Since my house was quite respectable by Saturday afternoon, I took part of yesterday to paint (in between working the nursery at church and going out to celebrate my dad's 61st birthday - HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!)

My DH was off playing golf, as is his usual forte on Sunday. My daughter was invited to go play Barbie at a friend's house down the street. My baby was sleeping in his crib. My oldest I had talked into staying with me instead of going to play Barbie with the girls, with the temptation of a movie of his choice and him helping me paint. Thank goodness I did this too. I was just cutting around the second door when the stool I was standing on broke. I went down hard, hit something that was behind me, and found myself not able to straighten out my right leg without extreme pain. I was the epitome of the First Alert Commercial. "I've fallen, and I can't get up!" I got JT to get my cell phone and the technical brains that he is, tried calling his father. No answer. He tried again. No answer. Then I took the phone and tried. No answer. I'm thinking he is away from his golf bag and just didn't hear the phone, but my backside was bleeding and I needed help.

I sent JT into the kitchen to get me some ice (so he wouldn't see the blood - or my tears), and I called the pro shop at the golf course. A friend of my husband's answered and I was quite calm (it was from the shock of course) and asked him to find my husband and tell him to come home as soon as possible because I had fallen and I couldn't get up.

One of the other pros calls my DH on his phone (of course he "hears" this one as it is vibrating in his shorts pocket), and tells him I'm hurt and that he needs to get home. They sent another guy out in a cart to pick him up, since he is walking the course this day. I created such drama for the men yesterday - and I am sure my bruised backside is the joke among them today.

All in all, I did nothing much except create a bigger mess by getting out all of the supplies, and hurting myself so that I cannot get around and do too much even today. I guess I answered my twitter comment when I was debating on whether or not I should clean house or paint. Painting did turn into the greater evil.

Sleep Walker

I have never done it, my DH has never done it, but it sure was a scary surprise last night when my daughter did it. It was around 9:30pm last night. My DH and I were sitting in the living room (me pumping of course), watching the b-ball game he had recorded while we were out eating dinner, when I heard a noise from the kids' hallway. I look and there is KD. She is making a little whimpering sound. I ask her, "What's wrong, sweetie?" and watch as she walks through the kitchen instead of towards me. I look at my DH and ask him what he thinks is going on and the next thing we hear is the "beep" as the door to the garage is opened. DH jumps out of his chair and goes to get her. He is asking her, "What did you need?" and she is making some mumbling sound. She is talking, but so sleepily, that we cannot understand her. He sits down in his chair with her and I look at her face - she is sound asleep!!!

I pray this is a one time occurrence, I just know that I did not sleep well last night for fear of hearing another "beep" in the night.

Thanks for the Memories.........

This post is in celebration of my 8-year wedding anniversary, which is tomorrow. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY HONEY! LOVE YA! **kiss**

Okay - now that I have everyone gagging over my mushiness, on to the details about our weekend. Since the actual day is on a Tuesday this year, my dear mom and step-dad took our kids Saturday night until we met up with them on Sunday for lunch. So, when you have 19-kid-free-hours, what are you to do???

I'm not giving you those details, but we did have a night of memories: 1) wardrobe malfunction, 2) dinner out with friends, 3) dancing at Groovy's (and me in my 5-inch heels kicked it up pretty damn good, 4) drinks at Louis' on the Lake, 5) home

You are still thinking - wardrobe malfunction? How is that memorable? Well, let's just say that if I didn't have a tank underneath my shirt, it would have been like a Janet Jackson half-time show (only I had on a new kick-ass bra, not pasties). Yes, my shirt ripped. I just bought it that afternoon and told the girl I was concerned that it was a little snug across the top, but everything else fit perfectly, so she talked me into it. I even bought a new necklace to go with it. I was stylin' and profilin' when my DH picked me up at the mall from having a quick mani-pedi. As I went to buckle my seat belt, I glanced down and saw it - or really what was left of it as the top split in the middle along a seam. We made a mad dash to the store I bought the shirt from (3 minutes before they closed), found another shirt, another tank, new earrings and necklace to match and were finally on our way to Bricktown for our dinner reservations with only 17 minutes to get there from Norman. We made it on time too. Yes, this is my husband driving. Thankfully the girl at the store was able to switch out my torn shirt and tank for the new ones, and we were only out the cost of the new jewelry.

Dinner was at The Mantel with 2 other couples: Lanie & Dirk; Christina & Sean. My DH surprised me with having had delivered 2-dozen long-stemmed red roses and a love note. The display was already waiting for us at our table. After I tucked the card into my purse, the waitress took my roses to rest in their chiller while we ate. After dinner, they were waiting by the front door for us. What service! The food was really delicious and I really want to go back again to try something else off their menu. There were so many appetizing selections, it was very difficult to choose just one.

After dinner, I tucked myself into the suburban to use my breast pump (Aah.... the joys of a mom with a baby), while the rest of the crew went to check out a club. Finding no table to sit at, they got their cover charges returned, and we went to Groovy's off of NW Expressway. We were finally able to get inside after a wait (and it was only 10:00 pm), and had a good time dancing. Well - really it was only us 3 girls dancing. And yes - I did have on 5-inch heels. We left close to midnight, as we were tired of getting over-crowded on the tiny dance floor (and I was afraid I was going to get knocked over in my heels), and we headed to Louis' on the Lake for drinks. I had a couple of martinis, then we finally headed home.

If you know me really well, you would be surprised to learn that I made it well past my pumpkin hour! We made it home after 1:30am. I won't tell you what time we finally made it to bed, but of course, I was up at 9am the next day pumping again.

Thanks for the memories of a great weekend and wedding anniversary celebration. I had a blast - wardrobe malfunction and all!