| T O P I C R E V I E W |
| Sitnalta |
Posted - Jan 23 2009 : 09:24:43 AM
Today, my children are chandelier children. You know the type. They quietly watch television while you are sitting there with them thinking of all the things you should be doing today; but when you decide that they are behaving well enough to start a project they start going crazy.
They run through the house screaming with that shrill almost siren like squeal. They find things to put in their mouths, that you would never imagine to put there. These things include: sewing thread, baby wipes, a bar of soap , and a cheerio. What is wrong with a cheerio you ask?? It was a cheerio out of the heater vent, I would reply. ;) You are smirking, I know you are!
You stop what you are doing and declare, "SNACK TIME!!" You think, this will buy me just enough time to finish what I am doing in order to be able to concentrate more on the children. You give them each their own bowls of cheez-its and get back to the sewing machine.
After a loud THWACK!, you look over just in time to see the next child raise his bowl in revenge and cheez-its fly everywhere. Oh yes! You did not think the children would actually eat these, did you? I mean why would anyone eat their snack. It is mere military like tactics. They demanded ammo, you have been their supplier! :)You count to three to yourself, take a deep breath, and dive in as referee. 
With the kids in seperate corners, you think now is a good time for lunch. You pop macaroni and cheese in the microwave and start spreading the peanut butter and jelly. (You stop for a split second and think..."hmm, theres got to be something healthier than mac n cheese and pb&j sandwiches for lunch.) You slather on the jelly and resolve that tomorrow lunch will be healthier!
You realize as the children are eating, that you haven't gotten dressed yet. You go and find some clothes. As you make your way to the closet there is a knock on the door. MAIL CALL!!
Today, you got a bill, another bill,bill,bill,bill, oooh!FARMGIRL MAIL!!!! YAY!! So as you sit there half dressed you toss the bills aside and go for the important stuff. The first thing you notice is the return address. It's definitly from a sister. Kentucky--hmm..You wonder what Kentucky is like. You've always pictured other places you have never been in such a beautiful glamorous way. Kentucky, Ah yes! Rolling hills,blue skies,amber waves of grain,of purple mountains majesty, above the fruited plains...AMERICAAAAA AMEEEERICAAAA GOD SHED HIS GRACE ON THEEEEEE....ahem....You realize you were singing out loud at the top of your lungs. You open your eyes and glance over at the children who are staring at you,their mouths are hanging wide open. "Who wants more macaronis?"you say.
After getting them settled, you go back to your letter. You see the adorable cow stickers that says Groovy and another one that has a bumblebee on it. Cute!Cute!Cute! You read your letter hanging on every word. You find wonderful words of encouragement. Sweet things that tell you that you are normal and you have a sister who understands you. You read about her life, her hard times, and her good times. You get your hope from in between the lines.
When you finish your letter, you slide it back into the envelope. You get up with new resolve. You are now WONDER WOMAN!! You are now ready to take on your first act of superhero-ness. You march straight into the living strip down the kids and put them in the tub. Yes!! You are no longer afraid to take on bathtime while you are home by yourself with them.
You sit there dripping with water. You do not care that your child is drinking bathwater. You do not care that your bar of soap now has a new set teeth marks in it. You do not care that you are only one person and you now have to figure out how to get TWO children out of the tub.
You smile to yourself.You can do this! You are WONDER WOMAN--YOU HAVE FARMGIRL MAIL!!!
Jessie
Farmgirl Sister #235
Life should NOT be a jounrey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, latte in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming. "WOOHOO, what a ride!"
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| Sitnalta |
Posted - Feb 12 2009 : 10:42:49 AM
Terri- Never going to give up..hehe..I want to survive to see my own grandchildren doing this to THEIR parents..LOL! I guess...ok, I fib...I know I was a handful. My Dad always said he hoped I had a twins just like me. Well, they are definitly a lot like me and I suppose they are close enough to be almost twins..hehe. Throw in the madcap antics of my husband when he was there age and we've just explained the naughty babies phenomenon...ugh!! ROFL
Now, that I read back over that post, I can laugh about it. Boy, I sure couldn't on the day they were doing it, but goodness it is funny now. They are still up to their antics and you wouldn't believe some of the things they get into. Praises that it isn't anything to dangerous or hard to clean up. Just the other day, Levi decided to dump motor oil on himself. (That really wasn't funny at the time) and then there wasn't too long ago he got his head stuck in between the coffee table legs.
Thanks for the encouragement. This whole week was "interesting"...;)
Well, I better scoot. Tori is trying to help herself to my head of lettuce.
hugs
Jessie
Farmgirl Sister #235
"The grass withereth,the flower fadeth:but the word of our God shall stand forever." Is. 40:8
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| 5 acre Farmgirl |
Posted - Feb 12 2009 : 08:38:11 AM
Oh Jess...... You should write childrens books, your a excellent story teller...but, seriously....nothing is funny when it comes to children being naughty......my 2 Grandsweeties, come up with things that I never though a 3 and 4 yr. old would come up with. I asked their mother if she did these things, she is the oldest of 3 and only 13 months older than her brother,,,those 2 were 2 peas in a pod, she said, they did that kind of stuff all the time,,,wow! Where was I??????????
Anyhows,,,keep on the track, your doing ok,,,your really not going crazy...
DONT GIVE UP...my friend!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| Sitnalta |
Posted - Feb 06 2009 : 12:35:14 PM
lol..I just have to remember,I'd miss their stinky selves if they weren't here...lol...**sigh**.
Hubby is like that too! He is always in something. I am just glad he doesn't have a job with waste mgt but boy, if one ever comes open,...lol...
hugs
Jessie
Farmgirl Sister #235
Stashaholics Anonymous Member since Jan. 29th, 2009 :)
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, cookies in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming. "WOOHOO, What a Ride!"
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| shepherdgirl |
Posted - Feb 06 2009 : 10:48:16 AM
Boys. How WELL I Know boys, since that's what God chose to BLESS me with! No matter WHAT you do Jess, they will always smell like.... SOMETHING!!! Gas, dirt, motor oil.... it doesn't change much as they get older. My oldest son smells like dirt and diesel when he comes home from work -- even when he's BEEN home all day! He's forever tinkering with "mechanical" things. (at least he does'nt smell like COW MANURE anymore-- he used to work on a dairy!!)
My middle son is a poop magnat. He's forever STEPPING in it somewhere-- of course, when you live on a FARM, it's inevitable that you're going to find a PILE of something to STEP in! Especially when you are wearing your GOOD shoes, nowhere NEAR the barn and are on your way to an important appointment! ah.... the laws of Murphey..... the little @#&@*(&!!!! If I EVER get my hands on him....!!!
Youngest son likes to run, throw a football, shoot hoops etc... so he always smells like SWEAT-- and a little WORSE if he forgets to use his deoderant!
Then there's the HUBBY.....
Boys! All we can do is LOVE them and PLUG OUR NOSES!!!!!
Good thing I'm a FARM girl! I always smell like GOATS!!! So... I guess I can't complain too much about how THEY All smell, can I?
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. ~~ George Carlin |
| Sitnalta |
Posted - Feb 06 2009 : 06:31:06 AM
I've been there Tracy. lol..Thinking to myself. "Ok, God! Could you just teach me what I need to learn so they can hurry up and grow up and not be tag team-ing me." :) Funny, time doesn't go any fast, but they keep getting bigger and faster. It took my Mom, my brother,and my self yesterday to keep up with them.
I am relearning a lesson this week. WHEN THE KIDS ARE QUIET--ITS NOT A GOOD THING!
Night before last, the kids were both playing in opposite ends of the house. Tori was making noise so I know she was fine. Levi though was quiet. Much to my motherly shame, I didn't get up right away to check.
I kept telling CR "I smell gas. I smell gas" He kept telling me that it was probably the woodstove across the driveway (since when does a woodstove smell like gas?!?!)
Anyways, so finally I said,"CR, seriously I smell gas!" He started looking around and finally admitted he smelled gas too. So, he went to check on the kids. Tori was fine. CHECK! Levi----yes, well, Levi,, definitly a big no to the check!
He was sitting there quietly content covered in motor oil. Along with a rug and my sneakers.
Levi had his first "flight". I ran him over to Dad's and plopped him in the tub. (Our water pipes are frozen.) After scrubbing him down til he looked like a little tomatoe, the oil smell was finally gone.
We went back to the house to the lovely smell of oil that still lingers even now. CR had mopped the floor and rinsed down the rug.
It is times like this that I think,,YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!! I did get farmgirl mail then too!! LOL
hugs
Jessie
Farmgirl Sister #235
Stashaholics Anonymous Member since Jan. 29th, 2009 :)
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, cookies in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming. "WOOHOO, What a Ride!"
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| shepherdgirl |
Posted - Feb 05 2009 : 8:37:47 PM
Ugh! Thanks for the "FLASHBACK" Jess! My kids are all teenagers now, but oh Dear Lord! How I REMEMBER those days! But usually you would find ME curled up in a corner somewhere rocking back and forth chanting... "it's just a dream... it's just a DREAM!!!" (LOL!!!) No, not really, actually I would be CRYING asking "God? WHAT did I do wrong?!!!" Yes, I felt like I was being perpetually PUNISHED when my boys were small-- especially my OLDEST!
Every now and then I see a kid in a store or somewhere who reminds me of him and I just want to go up to their beleguard parents, give them a BIIIG hug and say "Oh, I SOOOO understand what you're going through!" sigh.... but I survived my kids. So will YOU!!! Hugs~~~ Tracy
PS: Now ya made me feel bad-- cause I know that letter that made you feel like WONDER WOMAN didn't come from ME! I don't live in Kentucky! (though I've DREAMED of it on occasion!)
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. ~~ George Carlin |
| Lainey |
Posted - Jan 26 2009 : 2:09:43 PM
LOL Jessie (erm, I mean Wonder Woman!) you have a way with words. That cracked me up. I can just picture that day at your home. I especially liked the song part and the kids snack time. hehe
Farmgirl Sister #25
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| babysmama |
Posted - Jan 23 2009 : 10:18:52 AM
Jessie-
I could reverse that posting and well remember the day I was having a day much like yours (I often have those days) and I received that wonderful package from you and it made my whole day seem better. Isn't it wonderful to know that there is someone else out there that totally understands?
-Elizabeth |
| Sitnalta |
Posted - Jan 23 2009 : 10:17:27 AM
lol..gotta love it Alee! I would love to have seen that! Don't they always seem so proud of themselves when they do stuff like that.:)
hugs
Jessie
Farmgirl Sister #235
Life should NOT be a jounrey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, latte in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming. "WOOHOO, what a ride!"
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| Alee |
Posted - Jan 23 2009 : 09:58:47 AM
That is too funny Jess! While I was in here Nora dumped out the WHOLE bag of chocolate chips... no big deal right? Except I had just opened it today--- and it was one of the big ones from Costco. Good thing I just cleaned my floor! They will get put into the strainer and washed under cold water during her nap time... oh and there is still probably about a cup and a half still left on the floor. When I found her she was sitting like a queen surrounded by chocolate chips happily eating her way to a sugar coma.
Alee
Farmgirl Sister #8
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| Sitnalta |
Posted - Jan 23 2009 : 09:40:12 AM
Leslie,
My kiddos are 3 and 2 next month. My two are just like that. When you have just one they are almost angels, but when you put them together. Heaven help us!! lol. Nope!!I sure wouldn't trade it! These times won't last for long, and I know I will miss them. I think as long as we can keep the humor in things and appreciate even the small stuff, then we make it through and love every minute of it. :)
hugs
Jessie
Farmgirl Sister #235
Life should NOT be a jounrey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, latte in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming. "WOOHOO, what a ride!"
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| RuralSuburbia |
Posted - Jan 23 2009 : 09:34:43 AM
OMG, that is so funny Jessie. You are quite the writer! I can totally relate as I have two little day care girls 2 & 2.5 yrs old, and everyone says, oh how sweet! Well, they get together and they are crazy! Add to that mix my new kitten, and my house and my brain are fried before noon...and that's even before I pick my own two boys up from school...I wouldn't trade this for anything, would you? LOL Now all I need is some Farm Girl Mail...
*I've got stars in my eyes and exactly $1 in my pocket!* |
| cinnamongirl |
Posted - Jan 23 2009 : 09:31:52 AM
Like that Jessie apron strings do hold us together here |
| Nancy Gartenman |
Posted - Jan 23 2009 : 09:31:00 AM
That was funny JESS. However I wasn't the one doing all those things. At least not today, maybe a day long ago. So I GET IT. Your right, nothing like farmgirl mail to turn your day around from so so to special.
Nancy Jo
www.Nancy-Jo.blogspot.com |
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