Holy crap the "Mommy can I... " or "Mommy... " seven hundred times before I finish my coffee is killing me.
I am officially re-naming myself Your Majesty, though I may to figure out how to incorporate Most amazing mother of ever in there too...
Ok not really though it would be funny to have them wandering around saying your majesty
What I really don't get though is that they are running around inside, ok fine out doors we go. We aren't out of the literal door but for 36 seconds and they are turning around and coming out "Mommy can I have a fruit roll up? Mommy can I have some juice? Mommy can I have some rice? Mommy can I... "
Like seriously we just made it out the door and now all the sudden you're starving and need to go back in to eat?
So after 72 trips in and out of the house to get snacks I now find Tori standing at the microwave burning rice... she didn't read any directions and thus there was no water added...
Burning bowl of grain vacated to the front porch, new bowl with water added is cooking.
William literally just finished eating a yogurt after his half of a fruit roll up and is now looking for more in the fridge, in the cabinet, trying to take what his sister has. Holy empty leg bat man, you did eat breakfast so where pray tel are you storing these various snacks?
Don't get me wrong, if your hungry please eat but could we possibly use some level of control and focus to eat and then be done with ravaging my kitchen and or asking me to provide you with new sustenance every 30 seconds? Also can we maybe try to eat real food instead of the variety of prepackaged ready to eat things that need to be purchased to make sure there is a transportable lunch for camp during the week?
Oh and did I mention that I hate having the kitchen be the hang out spot. William in particular is really bad at this. He goes in the get one snack and then just stands there eating while he decides on the next food item to enjoy. Again this wouldn't be an issue except for the incessant "Mommy...?" coming from said kitchen as well as the fact that he has the attention span of a gnat and so while he walked in with intention to get an apple out of the fridge, now I hear the dirty bowl in the sink getting filled with water, of course that also means my counters are getting impromptu cleaned because he has successfully sprayed water all over. Or the utility drawer is opened, and yes I know I'm the worst ever because there are sharp things within reach of children, but guess what, he's been told 10000000000000000000000 times not to go in that drawer and there is 100% never any purpose for him to be in that drawer. So back to that lack of attention, now the cabinet door is open.
OMG William what are you doing??? "I wanted a snack" Yes I know this but that was 7 minutes ago, get your snack and go sit at the table.
So now Your Majesty id going to sit on the cough and maybe finish her cold coffee and if she's really lucky get through one whole page in her book with out intentionally being interrupted, and or having to interject because they can't go 5 minutes with out needing to be separated/told to stop arguing, reminded that we are in fact inside now so inside volume is appropriate, or that grabbing things from each other isn't ok, we use manners and ask nicely for things.
Mommy has officially checked out, you can now address me as Your Majesty and her reign will be supreme and you will follow directions or you will suffer the wrath!!!
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Thank you justice
So not really sure who per se I should really be thanking but first I feel as though I owe myself some kudos.
Secondly I would like to thank Cranberry Magisterial Judge Kovach for helping me to fight the right fight today.
Ok quick re-cap for those that may not know...
In May I had to go to Costco for work, basic monthly supplies.
When I got there, there was a vehicle parked near the door of the store with the window down ~9" with a little white/tan dog hanging his very cute little head out of the window.
Now anyone who knows me knows that my capacity to walk by such things is nominal. But I restrained my self, asked the two young men working how long the vehicle had been parked there, neither was sure but both commented that they had tried to give the dog water.
I make a mental note of said situation; trips to Costco aren't usually brief but hey I'll give you the benefit of the doubt for right now.
I do my shopping, I come out, dog, still in truck, still now owning humans. Couple people stop as I stop with my cart next to the dog commenting that the police had been called and or that they would take the dog. Various comments along the lines of people like that don't deserve to have dogs, etc. Typical melodramatic non-sense.
I take my cart to my truck, empty my belongings, and am then sitting in my front seet feeling very verklempt about the whole thing.
I work in veterinary medicine, I can't just walk by and do nothing... I look at the mirror, 75 degrees, and it is very sunny.
I pull my truck up next to the dog vehicle, make sure he still seems ok; he's hot but he's managing. Go into the store to try to get an announcement made, Costco has no PA system.
Now I stand there next to the dog trying to keep an eye on timing. According to the AVMA on a sunny day 75 ambient temp equates to about 110 after 30 min and I know it's at least been that long.
Still no police. I call the animal hospital listed on the pet's rabies tag, number not in service. Well now we're pushing 40 min and likely 115 degrees. So the window is down far enough I am able to get the dog without hurting him or the vehicle, set him in my truck with the A/C running and a bowl of water on the floor. After a few more minutes we try to find said owner in the store but I can't really go about the store walking a dog.
So we go back out and I finally decide I need to get back to work. If I leave the dog's leash on the mirror someone may take him, and I don't want the person to come out and not have their dog anymore, so I go back inside, leave a note with customer service as to the clinic I work for and my number so the individual can retrieve said pet; I leave an identical note on the driver seat of the vehicle.
Off to the clinic we go, he's finally cooled off a bit and no longer panting like mad. I feel a little better.
Back to work. Call the county and get a phone number via the licence on the collar, no answer, leave a message. Pup then relaxes in a kennel until the police call, guy is at the local station looking for his dog. Ok no big deal, I'm happy to bring him back, just didn't want him to end up dying from being to hot.
Guy is pissed when I get there, cursing at me about how I should have minded my own f***ing business and the dog had water he was fine. I try to calmly explain I was just worried and animal health care is what I do, just trying to look out, sorry if I caused any offense. Glowering looks, more cursing and then he wanders out grumbling about how I am going to get what's coming.
The officer then proceeds to explain while morally and ethically he understands, that legally what I did what wrong. I should have waited for the police. I apologize and explain I was just trying to look out for the welfare of the dog.
He reads some legislation about taking people's property, essentially accusing me of theft, and says he's not sure what is going to come of all this. He has my name and info, he'll be in touch if I'm going to be arrested.
WAIT WHAAT!!! says the voice in my head, but I smile and nod and go about the rest of my day.
Few weeks go by and, nothing. Ok fine they determined what I did while maybe not the best route wasn't whole wrong.
WRONG
I get a citation in the mail saying I'm being charged with disorderly conduct for causing the person unwarranted grief because his pet was removed from his vehicle.
Well I immediately fill that out not guilty and send it back along with what I believe was a very well written letter to the magistrate regarding the incident and supporting my position in the situation, week or so later my summons for court arrives...
Well needless to say today was court day. Ironically the officer who sent me the citation had to be sent off for additional training and was unavailable. So they ask if I want a continuance or if I would like to talk to the judge.
I'll talk thanks, I want this over with.
I have all my supporting documents previously mailed as well as legislation I found that was passed in September of 2015 regarding leaving animals in vehicles unattended and what citizens can do, and an article published in September of 2015 from the Animal League Defense Fund that more clearly dives into what a "hot car" is and who and what constitutes removing an animal from a harmful environment.
Fortunately the Judge was willing to see myself and one other individual. Calls my name, looks at the papers... Disorderly conduct is something officers use commonly as a catch all when they aren't really sure what if any charges can be brought forward. That in mind I am considering this case dismissed on basis of improperly filed paperwork... was the jist of the conversation.
I appropriately thank him for his time and back to work I go. Feeling not only relieved that the whole thing is over, but also satisfied that where I though no good deed would go unpunished; sure the non-sense to get to the end could be considered punishment, in the end I was able to show someone that I had done what was right by that creature and I didn't deserve to be penalized for that.
So back to the beginning, thank you Judge for serving justice today, even more so giving me a few more shreds of hope for humanity.
Oh and to my comment about my compilation of information, the judge did say that he read everything I sent, so I feel better about having taken the time.
After all the worst he could do was say no right?
Secondly I would like to thank Cranberry Magisterial Judge Kovach for helping me to fight the right fight today.
Ok quick re-cap for those that may not know...
In May I had to go to Costco for work, basic monthly supplies.
When I got there, there was a vehicle parked near the door of the store with the window down ~9" with a little white/tan dog hanging his very cute little head out of the window.
Now anyone who knows me knows that my capacity to walk by such things is nominal. But I restrained my self, asked the two young men working how long the vehicle had been parked there, neither was sure but both commented that they had tried to give the dog water.
I make a mental note of said situation; trips to Costco aren't usually brief but hey I'll give you the benefit of the doubt for right now.
I do my shopping, I come out, dog, still in truck, still now owning humans. Couple people stop as I stop with my cart next to the dog commenting that the police had been called and or that they would take the dog. Various comments along the lines of people like that don't deserve to have dogs, etc. Typical melodramatic non-sense.
I take my cart to my truck, empty my belongings, and am then sitting in my front seet feeling very verklempt about the whole thing.
I work in veterinary medicine, I can't just walk by and do nothing... I look at the mirror, 75 degrees, and it is very sunny.
I pull my truck up next to the dog vehicle, make sure he still seems ok; he's hot but he's managing. Go into the store to try to get an announcement made, Costco has no PA system.
Now I stand there next to the dog trying to keep an eye on timing. According to the AVMA on a sunny day 75 ambient temp equates to about 110 after 30 min and I know it's at least been that long.
Still no police. I call the animal hospital listed on the pet's rabies tag, number not in service. Well now we're pushing 40 min and likely 115 degrees. So the window is down far enough I am able to get the dog without hurting him or the vehicle, set him in my truck with the A/C running and a bowl of water on the floor. After a few more minutes we try to find said owner in the store but I can't really go about the store walking a dog.
So we go back out and I finally decide I need to get back to work. If I leave the dog's leash on the mirror someone may take him, and I don't want the person to come out and not have their dog anymore, so I go back inside, leave a note with customer service as to the clinic I work for and my number so the individual can retrieve said pet; I leave an identical note on the driver seat of the vehicle.
Off to the clinic we go, he's finally cooled off a bit and no longer panting like mad. I feel a little better.
Back to work. Call the county and get a phone number via the licence on the collar, no answer, leave a message. Pup then relaxes in a kennel until the police call, guy is at the local station looking for his dog. Ok no big deal, I'm happy to bring him back, just didn't want him to end up dying from being to hot.
Guy is pissed when I get there, cursing at me about how I should have minded my own f***ing business and the dog had water he was fine. I try to calmly explain I was just worried and animal health care is what I do, just trying to look out, sorry if I caused any offense. Glowering looks, more cursing and then he wanders out grumbling about how I am going to get what's coming.
The officer then proceeds to explain while morally and ethically he understands, that legally what I did what wrong. I should have waited for the police. I apologize and explain I was just trying to look out for the welfare of the dog.
He reads some legislation about taking people's property, essentially accusing me of theft, and says he's not sure what is going to come of all this. He has my name and info, he'll be in touch if I'm going to be arrested.
WAIT WHAAT!!! says the voice in my head, but I smile and nod and go about the rest of my day.
Few weeks go by and, nothing. Ok fine they determined what I did while maybe not the best route wasn't whole wrong.
WRONG
I get a citation in the mail saying I'm being charged with disorderly conduct for causing the person unwarranted grief because his pet was removed from his vehicle.
Well I immediately fill that out not guilty and send it back along with what I believe was a very well written letter to the magistrate regarding the incident and supporting my position in the situation, week or so later my summons for court arrives...
Well needless to say today was court day. Ironically the officer who sent me the citation had to be sent off for additional training and was unavailable. So they ask if I want a continuance or if I would like to talk to the judge.
I'll talk thanks, I want this over with.
I have all my supporting documents previously mailed as well as legislation I found that was passed in September of 2015 regarding leaving animals in vehicles unattended and what citizens can do, and an article published in September of 2015 from the Animal League Defense Fund that more clearly dives into what a "hot car" is and who and what constitutes removing an animal from a harmful environment.
Fortunately the Judge was willing to see myself and one other individual. Calls my name, looks at the papers... Disorderly conduct is something officers use commonly as a catch all when they aren't really sure what if any charges can be brought forward. That in mind I am considering this case dismissed on basis of improperly filed paperwork... was the jist of the conversation.
I appropriately thank him for his time and back to work I go. Feeling not only relieved that the whole thing is over, but also satisfied that where I though no good deed would go unpunished; sure the non-sense to get to the end could be considered punishment, in the end I was able to show someone that I had done what was right by that creature and I didn't deserve to be penalized for that.
So back to the beginning, thank you Judge for serving justice today, even more so giving me a few more shreds of hope for humanity.
Oh and to my comment about my compilation of information, the judge did say that he read everything I sent, so I feel better about having taken the time.
After all the worst he could do was say no right?
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Sometimes thumbprint is so on!
I've tried really hard over the past couple months to get better about taking care of myself, going to the gym included.
My only major issue is I am really bad at coming up with a good playlist of songs to keep me motivated. I also am not a fan of listening to the same thin over and over again.
This morning I have to give credit where it is due though, Pandora and my thumbprint station were FANTASTIC!!
I know I know if you actually hit like and thumbs up or what ever then eventually it builds a descent profile of songs to pull from. But the thumbprint idea seems to be more based on the collaboration between lists, which thus far today has worked out amazing.
"For those who haven’t yet added their station, here’s an overview of what you will experience. (If you haven’t, click here to get yours now.) This is not just your thumbs up on shuffle. While you rediscover all of your favorites (songs you thumbed up 10 minutes to 10 years ago) we will continue to add in new songs that we think you will love. Simply tune in and listen up – our musicologists have made sure you will be guided seamlessly through all of the genres you have thumbed up, no matter how varied they are."
Is what Pandora's blog has to say about the idea.
I guess this is just a quick comment to the fact that for me it has all worked out and I got to start my walk leading to 1 mile run with I Want Crazy by Hunter Hayes, pumped up mid run by Hey Girl by Billy Currington, little cool down with I Hold on and Dierks Bently, And it just kep keeing me moving, it was great. Even got a full 2K row in and the last 250m was with Feeling Good by Michael Buble. Finished out the morning with some leg pressing and Jar of Hearts with Christina Perri and streched with The Aviators composed by Helen Jane Long.
I know kind of all over the map but it really worked out nicely.
So just my two cents for the morning, give your thumbprint station a try, see if it motivates you as much as mine did this morning.
Other wise enjoy your work out, enjoy your day, I'm off to do other adulty things for the day.
My only major issue is I am really bad at coming up with a good playlist of songs to keep me motivated. I also am not a fan of listening to the same thin over and over again.
This morning I have to give credit where it is due though, Pandora and my thumbprint station were FANTASTIC!!
I know I know if you actually hit like and thumbs up or what ever then eventually it builds a descent profile of songs to pull from. But the thumbprint idea seems to be more based on the collaboration between lists, which thus far today has worked out amazing.
"For those who haven’t yet added their station, here’s an overview of what you will experience. (If you haven’t, click here to get yours now.) This is not just your thumbs up on shuffle. While you rediscover all of your favorites (songs you thumbed up 10 minutes to 10 years ago) we will continue to add in new songs that we think you will love. Simply tune in and listen up – our musicologists have made sure you will be guided seamlessly through all of the genres you have thumbed up, no matter how varied they are."
Is what Pandora's blog has to say about the idea.
I guess this is just a quick comment to the fact that for me it has all worked out and I got to start my walk leading to 1 mile run with I Want Crazy by Hunter Hayes, pumped up mid run by Hey Girl by Billy Currington, little cool down with I Hold on and Dierks Bently, And it just kep keeing me moving, it was great. Even got a full 2K row in and the last 250m was with Feeling Good by Michael Buble. Finished out the morning with some leg pressing and Jar of Hearts with Christina Perri and streched with The Aviators composed by Helen Jane Long.
I know kind of all over the map but it really worked out nicely.
So just my two cents for the morning, give your thumbprint station a try, see if it motivates you as much as mine did this morning.
Other wise enjoy your work out, enjoy your day, I'm off to do other adulty things for the day.
Friday, August 5, 2016
Lack of feeling
I have a problem... my capacity for empathy sucks the big one, when it comes to my kids, but I don't see it as an issue...
Of course immediately that sounds really terrible and like I don't care about their feelings, or understand them as kids. All of which is un-true. However I really suck at believing them when they claim to be sick, mainly because I'm good at recognizing when there is true illness vs a passing thing or them making something up to get attention. More so I think it's not that I truly don't believe them, but I don't know how to make them feel better without also feeling like I am catering to excessive over sensitivity that our society has allowed in recent years.
For example, my kids fall on the playground;
"you're fine just brush it off and keep going"
-in this circumstance usually no big deal
- every once in a while there is a parent that notices and does the forsaken "Oh my goodness are you OK sweetie??" followed by crocodile tears and blabbering etc.
- I have no tolerance for that non-sense. I remember when I was 6 my parents got me a two wheel bike and I was doing ok until I fell and didn't scrape my knee or bump my elbow, I fell flat on my back and got the wind knocked out of me. I then chose not to try to ride said bike for a while but otherwise it was deemed I wasn't dead or dying and I could move on.
I mean seriously how am I supposed to teach my kids that you will fall and you will get hurt if every time they get a "boo boo" it turns into the freaking opera of wailing and coddling.
Example number two;
We have determined that my daughter has my stomach, not a good thing for her. So if she eats too much, get overheated and less than adequately hydrated, vomit happens. I'm ok with it, I get it. Something are better out than in.
-5th grade I had eaten two huge pieces of school lunch pizza, as well as getting one of those super awesome chocolate milk bags where it was really two bags stuck together because they didn't get split properly in production. I ate and drank it all; it was also hot.
-vomit in the water fountain in the hallway;
kudos to myself by the way for not making a mess all over the floor, and then I was fine.
Of course the nurse wanted to send me home and I was trying my damnedest to convince them I was fine, eventually I won and was able to finish out the day.
Now it's go home and don't come back for 24 hours.
Yesterday little miss was a shining example of this issue.
She hadn't had enough water while she was at camp for the day and so indigestion was making her nauseous. She came home and had something to eat, hoping if we could get a little something and some water in her we could keep things moving in the right direction.
-it backfired, literally
But for the remainder of the night she seemed ok, other than the occasional complain that she was still uncomfortable.
This morning everything seemed fine, she even said she felt better, ate breakfast and was excited to go on the field trip to the state park. So off we all go to our respective daytime places.
I work about 30 miles from home, am making the last of three turns before getting to the office and the phone rings... it's camp, she tossed it about 5 minutes ago and camp policy is she has to go home.
Ok fine I've tried explaining to people before that she has an 'interesting' stomach but to no avail.
Downside, I am about an hour from being able to get to her and her dad is stuck at work still as well.
Yay, grandma to the rescue!!
Downside, I feel like I should go get her, that there might actually be something going on, make arrangements to be able to get out of work to go get her, I get there and then I have crying child because I picked her up from being able to hang out with grandma...
Now normally my theory of ok it's no big deal she'll be fine would have paid off. I would have left her with grandma and been able to finish my day at work, realistically everything would have worked out.
But I keep getting reminded that my lack of understanding when the kids are sick is such a short coming that I feel obligated to go get her and check on her, make sure there isn't some sort of actual bug going on for her, there isn't a bigger issue.
Epic fail...
So now I am left pondering is my lack of feeling really a problem? Was is just appropriate this time? How do I help others to understand when it's ok to panic and when??? I know my kids and I know they aren't really sick.
Ugh ok, I guess that this was more of a rant to try to make myself feel better about not being the first one to jump when a kid says so. I don't think it worked, I mostly just feel like I'm glad that she is getting some likely much need rest on the couch next to me while I try to meddle through the chaos that is my mom brain at the moment...
Of course immediately that sounds really terrible and like I don't care about their feelings, or understand them as kids. All of which is un-true. However I really suck at believing them when they claim to be sick, mainly because I'm good at recognizing when there is true illness vs a passing thing or them making something up to get attention. More so I think it's not that I truly don't believe them, but I don't know how to make them feel better without also feeling like I am catering to excessive over sensitivity that our society has allowed in recent years.
For example, my kids fall on the playground;
"you're fine just brush it off and keep going"
-in this circumstance usually no big deal
- every once in a while there is a parent that notices and does the forsaken "Oh my goodness are you OK sweetie??" followed by crocodile tears and blabbering etc.
- I have no tolerance for that non-sense. I remember when I was 6 my parents got me a two wheel bike and I was doing ok until I fell and didn't scrape my knee or bump my elbow, I fell flat on my back and got the wind knocked out of me. I then chose not to try to ride said bike for a while but otherwise it was deemed I wasn't dead or dying and I could move on.
I mean seriously how am I supposed to teach my kids that you will fall and you will get hurt if every time they get a "boo boo" it turns into the freaking opera of wailing and coddling.
Example number two;
We have determined that my daughter has my stomach, not a good thing for her. So if she eats too much, get overheated and less than adequately hydrated, vomit happens. I'm ok with it, I get it. Something are better out than in.
-5th grade I had eaten two huge pieces of school lunch pizza, as well as getting one of those super awesome chocolate milk bags where it was really two bags stuck together because they didn't get split properly in production. I ate and drank it all; it was also hot.
-vomit in the water fountain in the hallway;
kudos to myself by the way for not making a mess all over the floor, and then I was fine.
Of course the nurse wanted to send me home and I was trying my damnedest to convince them I was fine, eventually I won and was able to finish out the day.
Now it's go home and don't come back for 24 hours.
Yesterday little miss was a shining example of this issue.
She hadn't had enough water while she was at camp for the day and so indigestion was making her nauseous. She came home and had something to eat, hoping if we could get a little something and some water in her we could keep things moving in the right direction.
-it backfired, literally
But for the remainder of the night she seemed ok, other than the occasional complain that she was still uncomfortable.
This morning everything seemed fine, she even said she felt better, ate breakfast and was excited to go on the field trip to the state park. So off we all go to our respective daytime places.
I work about 30 miles from home, am making the last of three turns before getting to the office and the phone rings... it's camp, she tossed it about 5 minutes ago and camp policy is she has to go home.
Ok fine I've tried explaining to people before that she has an 'interesting' stomach but to no avail.
Downside, I am about an hour from being able to get to her and her dad is stuck at work still as well.
Yay, grandma to the rescue!!
Downside, I feel like I should go get her, that there might actually be something going on, make arrangements to be able to get out of work to go get her, I get there and then I have crying child because I picked her up from being able to hang out with grandma...
Now normally my theory of ok it's no big deal she'll be fine would have paid off. I would have left her with grandma and been able to finish my day at work, realistically everything would have worked out.
But I keep getting reminded that my lack of understanding when the kids are sick is such a short coming that I feel obligated to go get her and check on her, make sure there isn't some sort of actual bug going on for her, there isn't a bigger issue.
Epic fail...
So now I am left pondering is my lack of feeling really a problem? Was is just appropriate this time? How do I help others to understand when it's ok to panic and when??? I know my kids and I know they aren't really sick.
Ugh ok, I guess that this was more of a rant to try to make myself feel better about not being the first one to jump when a kid says so. I don't think it worked, I mostly just feel like I'm glad that she is getting some likely much need rest on the couch next to me while I try to meddle through the chaos that is my mom brain at the moment...
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