Category: Jen

With friends like these…

The kids are fed, bathed, and in bed; the living room is clean; the dishes are done; and the trash has been taken out. I AM DONE! Goodnight!

Explain to me why I have no problem going to sleep at 7 pm sometimes when Kevin is home, but can’t force myself to go to bed before midnight when he isn’t?\
ETA- My attempt at sleeping in this morning failed spectacularly. Booooo.

Kevin is out of town, so expect a lot of random posts from me. These are my plans for this week:\
Monday, (Max doesn’t have school) take the kids to McD’s to play in the indoor play area and use Grandma’s naughty McD’s gift certificates.\
Tuesday, Brian and Jen to Costco to get all the things we didn’t last week when Brian had a meltdown in the store.\
Wednesday, Brian and Jen to BB&B or Walmart for floor lamp and red pillows and cushion.\
Thursday, quick, everybody clean up because Daddy comes home tomorrow!\
Exciting week, huh?

The monster is awake!

I don’t want to make any resolutions this year; I just want to automatically be a better person and more disciplined.

Five Things You May Not Know About Me:\
1- I had the worst C-section in the history of the world. It was horrible and painful and a defining moment for me.\
2- I was in the Engineering Honors College at my University. (Yes, me, she who blabbers on about tv, Blues Clues, and general silliness!)\
3- I am wearing fuzzy, comfy, velour pants right now.\
4- I am horrible at the paperwork of life (forms to fill out, etc).\
5- I don’t think Mr. Pibb and Red Vines are crazy delicious.

I have a ton of stuff of substance to blog about (church, meetings at Max’s school, dumb ass politicians) but instead I want to tell you all about my latest dilemma. Today I went shopping for the road-trip-required twizzlers and peanut M&Ms for the drive to my parents’ house next week. Then I remembered that Brian can’t eat nuts and if he sees me not sharing, he’ll pitch a fit. Waaaah. I need my peanut M&Ms for the trip. It just won’t be the same without them! What am I to do?

I have been dealing with the longest bout of PMS ever. At what point do I face reality and admit it’s not PMS, it’s just that I am a cranky bitch?\
Yesterday was a bad day at Chez Lawver, with the broken pipe, flooded basement, heater on the fritz, and the lack of running water. I had Kevin take us out to dinner (my hero) just to keep the boys happy and out of my hair until bedtime. The waitress asked if we wanted an appetizer. I said, “No, but I want a brownie sundae with 4 spoons to eat now, while the real food is cooking. Because that is the kind of day I had.” Her eyes widened a little, in fear I think, while Kevin just laughed. But it was fun! My mom applauded when she heard about it. The best part was that Kevin filled up on sundae and salad and took home almost a whole steak and baked potato, which I ate for lunch. Score one for me!

The good news: Except for one gift I still need to buy Max (I had to take something back, so I am a bit behind), I am DONE with my Christmas shopping! Yippeeeeee!\
The bad news: The heater has been on the fritz, so that it gets ridiculously cold in the house. It has been deciding to work about once a day. I have someone coming to look at it today, to the tune of I-don’t-know-how-much. Of course now that I made an appt, this morning the heater has been working. I am afraid that the guy will come out and say it is fine, but then it will stop working again tomorrow. Grrr. At least if my heater really is working, I will only have to pay a smaller amount than having it fixed or replaced. Bright side, right?\
A pipe broke this morning, I think from the cold, so now part of my basement is flooded and that is an extra few hundred dollars out the window. Plus, last week I needed to have my garbage disposal replaced. Homeownership is sucking the big fat one, right now.\
Oh, and a couple of months ago we had our ice maker fixed. Only now sometimes things get stuck up in there, so the ice won’t come out of the shoot. Pooey to that. And sometimes a layer of ice forms over the food on the shelf below the ice maker, like there is a small leak or the ice tray over sprays when filling. Grrrr.