The Man Cold

Here we go again...the man is catching the latest sniffle that has been making its way around the household and no doubt it will put him down for the count. 
He'll continue to go to work and what-not, but when he is home, Lord have mercy, cause he'll be awfully sick and I'll be pretty darn annoyed. 
When I am sick, I don't get any special treatment, or even have the chance for a nap. 
But when a man gets sick, on the couch they plant themselves when they are home and "OH, my throat is sore!", "This headache or body ache or even both is so bad!" and don't forget the more than usual falling asleep on the couch, snoring through the kids running rampant and screaming, etc.
I am always making sure that he is taking whatever medicines, to try to help to ward off the crud, not only for his health, cause I truly care about him and don't want him to suffer and be sick. 
Enough is enough when you are a adult and have a measly cold. 
Get over it. 
Mothers have to. 
We don't get any sick days and never a fraction of the pity the male species receive when they are ill. 
Oh, only to be a man, when you are sick.....
This commercial in the link below pretty much sums it up when dealing with a man and his special cold....

Vicks Man Cold commercial-LOVE IT

INVESTING IN MOMMY

It has been way too long since was sitting on the back of a horse and actually rode.  I am not talking about the occasional trail ride, I mean an actual RIDE. 
Collecting and extending strides, flying lead changes and sliding stops.....
Before I was blessed with little ones, I rode nearly everyday, literally for hours.  I miss the instinctive guiding with the weight of my gaze, the shift of my weight, the touch of my leg.  When you ride a horse that truly knows you and what you want, without all that tugging and kicking and nonsense, there really is nothing comparable. 
After both of my last two children, I endured periods of post-partum depression along with the normal weight gain.  Terribly embarrassing to admit, especially for me because I am so stubborn, independent and proud, but so very real and uncontrollable to develop. I would weep at nothing, hurt all-over, be utterly exhausted, so much so that I couldn't sleep, fly off at the nothing as well.
When I was young and ignorant, I believed that mental problems were a sign of weakness.  Boy, was I wrong.  Dealing with and overcoming depression was one of the hardest things I have had to do in my life. 
The wonderful thing is, you can do things to improve your own health.  One important thing is to find or return to something that gives you joy, that make you feel whole and amazingly good about yourself. 
For me it is riding....So I am investing in myself, my mental and physical well being.  I have decided to send my two mares to put 30 days training on them, so that when they come home, I plan on making time for me. 
Riding is such great full body exercise, you use nearly all your muscles to retain balance and physically move with the horse. 
Lord, knows that I need to improve my physically shape.  Yikes. 
I am not worried about a number, as in a amount of pounds.  Just to make sure that I feel good, regain my muscle tone, tighten up a bit of this fluff and help to speed up my metabolism so that my energy supply is increased enough to help me keep up with these little monsters who call me "Mommy".

Designer dog names for crossbreeds

Now there are fancy names for mutts.  Oops.... our beagle got in with my Austrailan shepard, so did we start a fancy new sought after breed of designer dog?
 The Aussie-Be?
 The Shepeagle?
 They are cute little pups.  Rabbit hunting dogs that want to herd anything that moves.  Beautiful coloring and that wonderful beagle voice. 
The perfect mix of Beagle and Austrailian shepard......I don't know how some of these things happen, but when a "mutt mistake" happens, just give them a unique, usually silly name made of a combination of the two breeds and "walah" a designer hybrid dog. 
Any takers on my ingenious creation???? 
Maybe you would rather have a Yorkipoo, Labradoodle or a Chiweenie. 
Just throw four or five different breeds in a pen and 60 days later you too could have a cross-breed that is the newest fad in must-have dog breed. 

CRAVING ADULT INTERACTION

As a stay at home momma of three children, a son with autism, a near teenager who cannot hear the sound of her mother's voice, and a little 15 month old girl baby who is still being fed from my breast and also a full time student(online classes), most of the day I do not engage in much adult conversation.  Yeah, my man might blab about the current events or gripe about something like he is tired or just plain bitch or listen to me finally break down and go on a tangent.  My day is honestly crazy.  Like running up hill.  Dancing two steps forward and three steps back or doing things in slow-motion or similar to trying to run in water.  The man doesn't usually get it.  When they come home from work and we are talking a mile a minute at them it is because we have had only contact with little people who speak another language and think it is amazing that they defecated themselves.  The man may mistake the forward-type conversation as nagging.  Maybe it is a little, but it mostly is a money-grab for adult interaction.  Unfortunately the man usually wants to eat, read, shower and watch television in-between snoring sessions on the couch, and then go to bed, and leave me to continue to do the parenting job basically solo-pilot.  Why do men think that they can come into a house with other people and their offspring and get to relax and do everything they want when they want to do it.  He may be my best friend, but he is still a man, oblivious to the affect they have on the people in their lives.  My son usually gets overstimulated when the house transitions from Momma, son and baby daughter into Momma, Dad, big momma sissy, son and baby sis.  Buttons get pushed, testing of authority begins and usually mayhem erupts and I begin to get pissed and try to calm the boy, save the baby sis and keep the waters as calm as possible.  So tonight once the baby was asleep, and I had begun to accomplish some homework, the son wanted to watch some of his Handy Manny shows, so the man put the DVR recording on for the boy.  Then the man after sleeping for an hour and half, gets up and goes to bed.  SO fricking nice to have had NO adult conversation and he says he's watched all the Handy Manny he can stand.  Men are such selfish creatures.  All day I take care of the kids and try to accomplish my tons of homework, all while trying to keep a house, pay the bills, sell on e-bay and the job is 24/7. 
I think the worst was when after I had our daughter and the labor was days long, no sleeping because of the boys poor sleeping habits, me being uncomfortable with a little person stuck inside of me nine months cooked and having to pee so much because of the Urinary Tract Infection I developed and just plain being in labor for over 20 hours of 5 minutes a part at home before I finally couldn't handle it and went in and had the WORST birthing experience in the hospital.(That's another story) Anyway, the man left and went home.  WHAT?  I was pissed.  In fact I am still mad about it and one day I will tell him about it.  So I was all alone, even the nurses forgot to check on me for nearly 9 hours and I NEVER slept in the hospital for two days.  Exhaustion can make a person literally wish bad things and lose their usually levelheaded and patient minds.  No wonder I developed post-partum depression and of course the man said that was all in my head. 
WHEW!!  I am done for tonight.....

De-cluttering your life

Ever look into the closet and see way too many clothes?  Clothes that are ill fitting, no doubt because they shrunk. Funny, huh?  Books on the bookshelf that you may have read and want to maybe re-read someday, or boxes of stuff in the garage, that should be sold in a yard sale or better yet, donated to the local church or non-profit.  We have too much stuff, cluttering up all nooks and crannies of our lives, being saved for a rainy day, I guess.  It feels SO GOOD to get rid of it, make more room for your family to spread out or even park the vehicle in the garage!
 I have been on a secret mission to de-clutter my life.  It I can't wear it anymore, or it isn't my style, I am going to sell it cheap on E-bay or donate it to the rag bag.  If I haven't read it yet, the church rummage sale will receive it in a donation and free up my packed full book shelf.  I can always use the library if I find time to read for pleasure.The nicknack's are a whole nother story and those dust collectors need to find some other place to collect dust, It is overwhelming to think of all the unnecessary material objects we feel the need to hoard.  Contrary to my mother's belief that you need 134 cool whip containers on hand at any given time, even though at Thanksgiving time for left over containers to go home with everyone, there is really no reason to keep all those cool whip containers on hand.  Then our children accumulate massive amounts of toys, that they spend more time tossing around the house then actually playing with them, so they really don't need but a tenth of what they have in their toy boxes. Maybe if they had less they would actually take care of what they had, you know appreciate it.
 Take a look around and see the collections of clutter you may have accumulated and take a refreshing load off and get rid of some of the clutter in your life.

The third wheel

As a remnant from my bar/restaurant days, I picked up the habit of shooting pool and actually became quite good at it, when I put my mind to it and focus, I can shoot a mean game.  So on Wednesday nights I leave my crazy house and get to go out in public for something other than the grocery store or other mundane necessary errands and actually have a drink, talk to some friends over some loud music and mainly get away from dirty diapers and runny noses if even for a few hours a week.  When you are a stay at home mom you do not get to go to and from your job, it stays with you 24/7.  From breakfast, until lunch  and on through the night, the job never ends and can be quite exhausting.  At times I wish I could go to a actual job and get a break from being non-stop "Momma!" Then I realize I would be missing out on important stuff like all that I missed with my oldest daughter.  I was always working when she was younger and she became so independent and distant from me and now that she will be 13 and a teenager I am not cool and you don't become close to your mom when you are a teenager because moms are always ruining everything!!  lol 
So the whole point of this post was to relay how much someone in my position as a stay at home mom, going to college, with three children, one with autism, when they go out to hang out with the girls, they just don't fit in.  When someone asks "How are things with you?" and you go off on a tirade about how your son bit the baby on the face or screamed for hours or you can't go outside because the wind is blowing, they really didn't want to hear all that.  They would rather you just so "Things are great!" makes it quite hard to feel as if you have anyone to vent to, because they don't understand.  Feeling like you are troubling people with your problems doesn't do well for your piece of mind and makes you just sit and keep to yourself.....
Also to add to my boring-ness, I drink very little because of the fact that it is illegal to drink and drive and also I am still breastfeeding....GASP!  still breastfeeding my baby and she is 15 months and don't think she would appreciate liquor laced milk.  So I don't have any stupid drunken stories or stay out late, which makes me feel like the third wheel..........

SO relieved that it is November 3rd

Finally an end to the ridiculously absurd finger-pointing, name-calling advertisements on my television and in my mailbox.  I learned NOTHING about what they actually would bring to the office and help improve our current economic crisis from all the campaigning the candidates did except for that I do not like political parties and all their excuses for their non-performance in favor of the people whom the current government should actually be worried about since it it their actual job to serve US, not campaign for most of the year.  I voted for all the unknowns that nobody sees plastered all over the television.  Those rich people on the ballot have absolutely no idea what it is like for the majority of us who are struggling because they live in another world.  How do they know what is like to be out of work for over 99 weeks with no chance of ever getting another job that would replace the job you lost, or how it feels to lose your home you worked so hard for to a bank that you bailed out as a taxpayer and still get foreclosed upon anyway.  They don't have to worry if they will have to choose between buying their prescription drugs or getting groceries this month.  Our country needs a change and I don't think that career politicians or rich folk know how to unselfishly serve the people who elected them and bring the change that our government needs to turn things around for the majority of us in America.