I read about "IT" all the time. I read from other mother's how they are losing "IT", they have lost "IT" or they just plain can't take "IT" anymore. I didn't understand this concept until Today. Standing in my kitchen, literally shaking from anger.... I nearly lost "IT" and was gonna take everyone around me down, with "IT!"
Two days ago was probably the start of "IT." Tommy and I did a workout, not together, that made some grown men crumple into heaps onto the floor and others were hanging their heads into the garbage for fear of revisiting breakfast. I was more than pleased with my time that held up all day and finished up being #3 out of everyone. It was when I went to practice pull ups and knees to elbows that I felt my ab muscle nearly tear away from my rib cage..or something to that effect. Fast forward to Tuesday morning...and it just got worse.
All the while knowing, I was supposed to do weighted pull ups today, I was in major major pain. Breathing was irritating the burning and stabbing sensation so that made for a crappy workout. I readily acknowledged the problem and stopped 1/3 of the way into the workout... and for me, stopping was the smartest thing to do. Pudgie and I need to go to the grocery store anyways. I am beginning to think I live there now. Suddenly, I realize I have no wallet when we are leaving the gym, so Tommy hands me his debit card. Score. We are in full motion now!
On to Fry's we venture. I purposely took Pudgie to one with a daycare center. Tommy took Brinkley home, since she was home from school and I thought I was good to go. Get to Fry's, walk up to the daycare and BAM... "I need your driver's license." "You are Fricken kidding me right?" The little girl says "No, I am serious and sorry." First of all, who is going to bring someone else's child to the grocery store and put them in kiddie care? And second of all, don't they already have all my life information from the stupid card I signed up for three times now so I can save the 3 cents on the dog food I don't buy? I am just livid and Pudgie is now antsy because mommy has "that" LOOK. I immediately think to goto Basha's but I hate Bashas and I need certain items at Fry's for my coupons. Son of a ..................... Next Fry's
Pudgie turns out to be a complete doll while we are shopping. I have to do two orders since I have 6 of the same coupons and he is happily munching away on his ice cream Dibs.
All done shopping and I start unloading the first order. I open my coupon bag and.............NO DEBIT CARD. Again.....are you fricken kidding me? Pudgie is now getting antsy because I refuse to buy him tic tacs. I start rummaging and it is no use. GONE!
Search the entire store. NO CARD. Talk to customer service. NO CARD. The manager walks past me three times and sees the stress and asks if he can help me. I tell him about my card and he says no one has turned one in...and walks away. Again......are you fricken kidding me? I am two shakes away from finally losing "IT." I don't know if it was sheer anger, frustration or the down right will to just get past, "IT".... but I did. Found the debit card in the car...moved forward and life is good again.... until today.
Pudgie is up at 0445 hrs. Happy, but awake, which just makes me irate because I spent too many hours at my neighbors house last night and have had no sleep.
At 6:55 I go upstairs to wake up Jax and Gokie for school. I come downstairs not more than 15 seconds later and I finally lost "IT." I really think Pudgie had an angel on his side this morning because my camera battery died while I was taking pictures. I really think I would have physically lost it if I had documentation of the refrigerator, dishwasher, cabinets, 5 doors, stair rails, shoes, the carptet and tile that were also decorated. If you follow our blog...yep, that is my brand spanking newly painted dining room wall pudgie colored.
Thank God for Mr. Clean magic erasers!!!!!
A quick tally for those that have asked...and laughed..
1 stainless steel refrigerator covered in black ink
1 stainless steel dishwasher covered in black
1 stainless steel oven covered in black
1 stainless steel microwave partially covered in black ink
1 stainless steel garbage can covered in black ink
13 walls covered in black ink
1 pair of brand new shoes covered in black ink
3 leather dining chairs covered in black ink
14 kitchen cabinets covered ink black ink
3 outlets covered in black ink
2 rugs covered in black ink
9 stair rails covered in black ink
3 rugs colored on with black ink
carpet colored on with black ink
1 Pudgie covered in black ink
4 Lightbulb moments:
"IT" WILL PASS MY DEAR, NEW POWDER BLUE VELVET COUCHES THAT HAVE JUST COME BACK FROM BEING RE-COVERED AND THEN ARE DECORATED LESS THAN 8 HOURS LATER BY A 2YR OLD LITTLE BLONDE GIRL, WITH A PERMANENT MAGIC MARKER (BLACK) WELL YES "IT" CAN TAKE YOUR BREATHE AWAY. WISH I HAD "IT" (THE BLUE COUCH)TODAY, JUST TO SHOW THAT LITTLE BLONDE GIRL WHAT AN ARTIST SHE HAS BECOME. TAKE A DEEP BREATHE, OR 2 HE ONLY DID WHAT HE SEES A PRETTY MOMMY DOING? WHERE DID HE GET THE MAGIC MARKER?????? OH THAT'S RIGHT HE WENT TO THE STORE AND BOUGHT IT????? WRONG SOMEONE LEFT IT OUT????? BELIEVE ME MY DEAR, IF THERE ARE A THOUSAND THINGS I COULD DO OVER AGAIN I WOULD, JUST CAN'T REMEMBER THEM ALL RIGHT NOW. (OR MAYBE I WOULDN'T CHANGE THEM, WE ALL LEARNED A LOT OF LESSONS FROM SOME OF THEM) YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF, IT'S THE REALLY BIG STUFF THAT GIVES ONE A HEADACHE.
WHY DOES HE GET TO DRAW AND COLOR IN THE PLAY ROOM ON THE WALLS? WHEN IT IS THE SAME KIND OF WALL OUTSIDE THAT DOOR.
JUST AS LONG AS HE DOESN'T TAKE A HAMMER SO PUT THEM UP.
LIFE IS SHORT LOOK AT ME, WHEN DID I GET TO BE 60 WOW THAT IS 6 DECADES, CAN'T REMEMBER WHEN TIME WENT SO FAST. SEEMS LIKE YOU AND I WERE JUST IN TAHITI SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS, AND THE STING RAYS, AND FLOATING AROUND IN THAT SALT WATER, OR TRYING TO RIDE THAT DAM BIKE OVER THERE, WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING, BUT THEY DID HAVE THE BEST PIZZA IN THE WORLD. NEED TO GO BACK THERE.
LOVE YA TAKE 3 OR 4 DEEP BREATHES, THANK GOD PUBBIES HERE TO DO ALL THAT STUFF, JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE A FIGHTER.
LOVE YA MOM
Yep Mom, You are right and you would have been proud. While I don't remember...somehow I can't forget that and how you walked down to Schroeder Park to get away so you wouldn't hurt me. I never touched Pubbie. I knew better. And he was scared to death......and it all washes off anyway.
I think it is time to invest in some canvases for this little Micheangelo or Renoir....
Alas, Tommy was probably right...next week the walls will probably be a different color anyway!!!
Hi grammie Jensen... yes he must... judging by the height of most of the markings...he ran with it at his side just touching everything in his destructive little path. All's good though... no marks left to look at.... It all came off with a little elbow grease and a few tears!!!
Hope all is good with you guys. Haven't heard from you guys in a lil while. Thank you for my game!!!!
ohh...
I sat down to write my "oh god my life as a mom post" but decided to read yours first.
Now I am laughing...
and I feel better,
and that probably doesnt make you feel any better...
did you really have powder blue couches? OMG...I only got that far, but I have to go grocery shopping. Then I will read the rest, and write mine..
something about a horse hoof/contact quad muscle...
ouuuuuuuuuuuuuucchhhh...
love you..
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