Within the last month two of my close friends welcome beautiful baby girls. Of course this starts people asking "when's the next one Rosie?" " don't you miss this?". And for one brief second I want to say "yes" then I remember this morning and "HELL NO!" comes out of my mouth before I can even think.
Why you may ask? What possibly could have happened this morning..... Let see by the time I got done cleaning up, doing laundry and getting a minor grip on my life it was 12am. I fell hard and fast to sleep. 4:45AM. I am woke to the frantic sound of "MAMA". Dudo has some how managed to fall between the bed and the wall and get himself suck there. Which now requires everyone to get up to free him! 5 minutes later he is free disaster avoided yet again! Doos is back in bed Todd and I head back to our room Dudo in tow. Quick diaper change. Time for sleep! Wrong! Dudo is WIDE AWAKE!!!
St. Todd now tries the good old rub his back trick till his alarm goes off at 6am! So we resort to bribery "if Dudo lays down like a good boy with mommy he can have his BABA!" This buys us enough time for Todd to take a shower and get dressed and 20 minutes of blissful sleep for me! Now daddy is leaving for work and Dudo wants to follow him down the stairs at 6:30am!!
What is a mother to do???
Thank Jesus for Disney Junior!! You got it people 6:30am TV!!! At this point in my deliriousness I begin to believe God created Special Agent Oso and Handy Mandy just so I can get thru this day!!!! Dudo snuggles into daddy's side to be entertained by television (please don't judge because I know I'm not the only mom who has resorted to this!)
Fast forward 20 to 30 minutes I have now dozed off next to my son confident that between the tv and the dogs he is safe. When what to my wondering ears to I hear???? The sound of liquid hitting plastic!!!! I sit straight up in my bed to see my son's impression of a cross between The Statue of Liberty and a Greek/Roman fountain. (which I have since named "The Dudo"). He is standing buck naked diaper clutched in his little hand raised to the ceiling peeing all over my bed!!! The sound I heard was his urine hitting the waterproof mattress cover we have on our bed(thank God)! Now I have to get up strip and remake the bed. This can not be happening!!! By the time I finish all that is 7:20am my alarm goes off in 20 minutes so what is the point!!! I proceed to start some more laundry, get the kids clothes laid out and check my Facebook page. When what to my wondering eyes do is see??? Dudo passed out snoring, covered in daddy's blanket in the bed! Sleeping like an angel! Are you kidding me??????
So next time I have that brief fleeting moment of baby fever I can recall "The Dudo" and it will certainly cool me off!!! All this before 8am with 2 kids how would I survive 3????
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
MIA
So as you can tell I have been MIA for over a year. Sorry:-(. I have had my many many Hell I call reality days/moments but I can not catch you up on all of them. So I can bring you up to speed and just continue on from there........
Hotty Toddy is now officially Saint Hotty Toddy! 12 years together 7 years married and he is still here! The last year and half has been difficult some of the hardest we have ever been through but he is still the farm boy and I the city girl and Green Acres is not been discontinued or put on reruns yet!
Doos is a 1st Grader at Last (to quote the great Junie B Jones) Who would have thought I ever would be quoting that! Not sure if this is a step in positive direction or not. She is my mini me (God help the future Hotty ........). Her latest speechless moment was the Ritz Flips cracker conversation. ( you know pretzel on one side cracker on the other). Doos: Mom you know what these remind me of? Me: No what? Doos: A Mullet! Me: A mullet??? Doos: Duh.... Business in the front Party in the back! Me: speechless! I didn't even know she knew what a mullet was. But as she pointed out "mom you always show daddy everyone one who has one and remind him how lucky he is to have you cause you made him cut his off!". Oops I really need to watch what I say in front of her, What am I kidding myself I never watch what I say and it comes back and bites me and I never learn!!!
Dudo is now 28 months old! Where does time go? I can tell you it wasn't spent sleeping! This boy definately did not get my sleep gene! He still doesn't sleep through the night!
The last two years have been rough with his health. He was diagnosed with tracheal malasia (sounds horrific) but the layman description is his trachea never full developed and it flaps back on it's self and he has a harsh barky cough all the time to keep it open. Which makes many people give you nasty looks like you are allowing him to infect the whole world with his awful germs! Then you tell him not to worry it is a birth defect of tracheal malasia and they feel like total jerks! Works for me!
He also has an IGg delay( which is the stuff your body produces in response to your immunizations) but he seems to be out growing that!!! Hurray!!! He maybe able to goto school without the bubble, pit bull and the stick (bubble for him pit bull and stick for me). He also has a selective IgA delay or deficiency. This in layman terms is: IgA is your bodies 1st line of defense against disease. If is found in your mucous membranes (nose, gut,etc) so you breath in a germ and IgA attaches itself to it and kills it. Dudo has no IgA so he has to get sick before his immune system kicks in. So at this point most people are shaking their heads going "what??". Bottom line for the last 28 months he is only health July and August when Doos isn't in school and we are outside most of the time!
I do have to give a big THANK YOU to his team of doctors and Children's hospital they have been awesome!! If you need a pediatrician (Wheatfield Peds) pediatric allergist/immunologist (Dr Heather Lehman) pediatric pulmonologist (Dr Drucy Borowitz and ENT (Dr Mark Nagy). I really can't say enough about how awesome they are and considering I have fired more doctors then most people have in their lives that is saying alot!!!
But now for the most remarkable piece of this puzzle. This past fall was Dudos worst season yet. He had 6 steroid shots to keep his lungs open and I was expecting to be admitted to variety 7 at Children's any day. His 2 year old blood work came back saying that IgG was catching up so there were no conventional medical therapies left for him. All we could do was keep treating the symptoms when he got sick. Needless to say I lost my mind!!! After endless google searches, screaming, tantrums and tears I took some advice from my very wise friend Kelly and looked into a pediatric chiropractor!!!! Dr Syracuse in Newfane has been a God sent!!!! She adjust him, he throws up all the phlegm and the infections don't go to his lungs. Who knew this would be the answer to our prayers!! Since February when he started this treatment not one round of steroids and February and March are historically the worst respiratory months. So for now every Tuesday you will see my adorable Dudo sporting a " I have a super spine" sticker!!!
I have frequently been heard saying "had he been my 1st he would have been my last!". But Dudo is an amazing little man! Through everything he still has a smile that will steal your heart and those big brown flirtatious eyes that at 2 he is already working! (ladies look out!). That saying about MaMa's little boy .... All true!!!
As for me same job though have seen some interesting characters come and go in the last two years! We still have the jerks, the whiners and the "normal" ones but over all not so bad. Collections it rough in this economy but it is guaranteed to still be around and a needed industry for years to come . So as long as I can keep talking I'll keep collecting! The old "Stroke and poke!" And knowing when to use them. Will keep me going!
Had to put my beautiful Moira Bevin to sleep last month. Very difficult she would have been 11 next month. Hotty Toddy has already informed me he is picking the next dog (we shall see)!
Well it is now 1:30am Butler lost so I lost the office contest for the trip go Vegas. (My luck, no Cinderella story for either of us!). I'm still a firehall widow (going to bed alone) because of ( well I'm not sure which excuse this time). Last time was the clock in the back bar didn't work! Hello I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday!!!! But if that is his worst fault I'll take it any day of the week! Just don't tell him! There you have it the latest in "The Hell I call Reality!". And with the iPhone there should be no excuse as to why I don't post all the time!
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Hotty Toddy is now officially Saint Hotty Toddy! 12 years together 7 years married and he is still here! The last year and half has been difficult some of the hardest we have ever been through but he is still the farm boy and I the city girl and Green Acres is not been discontinued or put on reruns yet!
Doos is a 1st Grader at Last (to quote the great Junie B Jones) Who would have thought I ever would be quoting that! Not sure if this is a step in positive direction or not. She is my mini me (God help the future Hotty ........). Her latest speechless moment was the Ritz Flips cracker conversation. ( you know pretzel on one side cracker on the other). Doos: Mom you know what these remind me of? Me: No what? Doos: A Mullet! Me: A mullet??? Doos: Duh.... Business in the front Party in the back! Me: speechless! I didn't even know she knew what a mullet was. But as she pointed out "mom you always show daddy everyone one who has one and remind him how lucky he is to have you cause you made him cut his off!". Oops I really need to watch what I say in front of her, What am I kidding myself I never watch what I say and it comes back and bites me and I never learn!!!
Dudo is now 28 months old! Where does time go? I can tell you it wasn't spent sleeping! This boy definately did not get my sleep gene! He still doesn't sleep through the night!
The last two years have been rough with his health. He was diagnosed with tracheal malasia (sounds horrific) but the layman description is his trachea never full developed and it flaps back on it's self and he has a harsh barky cough all the time to keep it open. Which makes many people give you nasty looks like you are allowing him to infect the whole world with his awful germs! Then you tell him not to worry it is a birth defect of tracheal malasia and they feel like total jerks! Works for me!
He also has an IGg delay( which is the stuff your body produces in response to your immunizations) but he seems to be out growing that!!! Hurray!!! He maybe able to goto school without the bubble, pit bull and the stick (bubble for him pit bull and stick for me). He also has a selective IgA delay or deficiency. This in layman terms is: IgA is your bodies 1st line of defense against disease. If is found in your mucous membranes (nose, gut,etc) so you breath in a germ and IgA attaches itself to it and kills it. Dudo has no IgA so he has to get sick before his immune system kicks in. So at this point most people are shaking their heads going "what??". Bottom line for the last 28 months he is only health July and August when Doos isn't in school and we are outside most of the time!
I do have to give a big THANK YOU to his team of doctors and Children's hospital they have been awesome!! If you need a pediatrician (Wheatfield Peds) pediatric allergist/immunologist (Dr Heather Lehman) pediatric pulmonologist (Dr Drucy Borowitz and ENT (Dr Mark Nagy). I really can't say enough about how awesome they are and considering I have fired more doctors then most people have in their lives that is saying alot!!!
But now for the most remarkable piece of this puzzle. This past fall was Dudos worst season yet. He had 6 steroid shots to keep his lungs open and I was expecting to be admitted to variety 7 at Children's any day. His 2 year old blood work came back saying that IgG was catching up so there were no conventional medical therapies left for him. All we could do was keep treating the symptoms when he got sick. Needless to say I lost my mind!!! After endless google searches, screaming, tantrums and tears I took some advice from my very wise friend Kelly and looked into a pediatric chiropractor!!!! Dr Syracuse in Newfane has been a God sent!!!! She adjust him, he throws up all the phlegm and the infections don't go to his lungs. Who knew this would be the answer to our prayers!! Since February when he started this treatment not one round of steroids and February and March are historically the worst respiratory months. So for now every Tuesday you will see my adorable Dudo sporting a " I have a super spine" sticker!!!
I have frequently been heard saying "had he been my 1st he would have been my last!". But Dudo is an amazing little man! Through everything he still has a smile that will steal your heart and those big brown flirtatious eyes that at 2 he is already working! (ladies look out!). That saying about MaMa's little boy .... All true!!!
As for me same job though have seen some interesting characters come and go in the last two years! We still have the jerks, the whiners and the "normal" ones but over all not so bad. Collections it rough in this economy but it is guaranteed to still be around and a needed industry for years to come . So as long as I can keep talking I'll keep collecting! The old "Stroke and poke!" And knowing when to use them. Will keep me going!
Had to put my beautiful Moira Bevin to sleep last month. Very difficult she would have been 11 next month. Hotty Toddy has already informed me he is picking the next dog (we shall see)!
Well it is now 1:30am Butler lost so I lost the office contest for the trip go Vegas. (My luck, no Cinderella story for either of us!). I'm still a firehall widow (going to bed alone) because of ( well I'm not sure which excuse this time). Last time was the clock in the back bar didn't work! Hello I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday!!!! But if that is his worst fault I'll take it any day of the week! Just don't tell him! There you have it the latest in "The Hell I call Reality!". And with the iPhone there should be no excuse as to why I don't post all the time!
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Monday, October 5, 2009
FRUSTRATION......................................
As I sit here writing this FRUSTRATION is first and foremost on my mind!
Frustration with myself:
1.) I haven't blogged in 3 weeks!
2.) I haven't started the diet I promised myself 3 weeks ago..................
3.) That everyday a good part of my mood is determined by a kindergarten teacher wheeling a "wow" stamp.
4.) That I am consciously aware of #3 but for the life of me I cant "get over it" it's only a stamp. As Meg-a-doo's pointed out to me the other day!
5.) With germs, illness, doctors, etc............... Shaun is sick AGAIN! It's only the first month of school ! I don't think I can mentally handle another winter like last year. He was sick from January to May! May is 7 months away! Short of putting him in a bubble, getting a BIG stick and a pit bull to ward off people and their "nasty" germs. I'm frustrated and just plain out of ideas!
Frustrated with other:
1.) Why is it that one person can ruin the mood/ day of multiple people?
There is a particular individual I have to deal with 5 sometimes 6 days a week, ( actually sometimes see him more waking hours then Hotty Toddy) and to put it as nice as I can: HE IS AN ASSHOLE! There it is I can not sugar coat it, I can not over look it, play nice, or any of the other millions of stupid things people tell me to do in regards to this individual. He is a greedy, selfish, low-life, want something for nothing, piece of "white trash". He's total lack of regard for anyone that is not himself, his ignorant/arrogant (with absolutely nothing to back it up) way of talking to people , and I guess total lack of respect and teamwork has me hating the thought of going to work every day! Not because I'm intimidated by him but because I AM FRUSTRATED! I'm either going to tell him exactly what I think of him (which my bosses will not appreciate) or I'm going to punch him. Neither way not a good place to be!
2.) Why do people think everything has to be "fair"?
My momma told me a long time ago "life isn't fair, get over it!" Why is it the majority of people do not get this? They spend endless hours a day worrying about what others are doing/getting that they aren't. MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS! WORRY ABOUT YOUR DAMN SELF! Everyone would be more productive. This whole concept is both INFURIATING AND FRUSTRATING to me!
3.) What happen to trust?
Is this the new four letter word of 2009? Everyone afraid to say it? Use it? Do it? I may be alot of things, but I am TRUSTWORTHY! If I tell you I'm going to do something, it gets done! If you expect something from me, (that I know about) I get it done! I don't need someone looking over my shoulder reminding me, and genuinuly treating me like I'm AN IDIOT to accomplish anything! What has happened in the world today, that you can't trust people to do what they say, when they say they are going to do it?
So there it everyone...............in case you need me to spell it out of you.......I'M FRUSTRATED .............And now extremely tired, so I'm taking my ranting and raving, crazy, paranoid self to bed! Goodnight!
Frustration with myself:
1.) I haven't blogged in 3 weeks!
2.) I haven't started the diet I promised myself 3 weeks ago..................
3.) That everyday a good part of my mood is determined by a kindergarten teacher wheeling a "wow" stamp.
4.) That I am consciously aware of #3 but for the life of me I cant "get over it" it's only a stamp. As Meg-a-doo's pointed out to me the other day!
5.) With germs, illness, doctors, etc............... Shaun is sick AGAIN! It's only the first month of school ! I don't think I can mentally handle another winter like last year. He was sick from January to May! May is 7 months away! Short of putting him in a bubble, getting a BIG stick and a pit bull to ward off people and their "nasty" germs. I'm frustrated and just plain out of ideas!
Frustrated with other:
1.) Why is it that one person can ruin the mood/ day of multiple people?
There is a particular individual I have to deal with 5 sometimes 6 days a week, ( actually sometimes see him more waking hours then Hotty Toddy) and to put it as nice as I can: HE IS AN ASSHOLE! There it is I can not sugar coat it, I can not over look it, play nice, or any of the other millions of stupid things people tell me to do in regards to this individual. He is a greedy, selfish, low-life, want something for nothing, piece of "white trash". He's total lack of regard for anyone that is not himself, his ignorant/arrogant (with absolutely nothing to back it up) way of talking to people , and I guess total lack of respect and teamwork has me hating the thought of going to work every day! Not because I'm intimidated by him but because I AM FRUSTRATED! I'm either going to tell him exactly what I think of him (which my bosses will not appreciate) or I'm going to punch him. Neither way not a good place to be!
2.) Why do people think everything has to be "fair"?
My momma told me a long time ago "life isn't fair, get over it!" Why is it the majority of people do not get this? They spend endless hours a day worrying about what others are doing/getting that they aren't. MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS! WORRY ABOUT YOUR DAMN SELF! Everyone would be more productive. This whole concept is both INFURIATING AND FRUSTRATING to me!
3.) What happen to trust?
Is this the new four letter word of 2009? Everyone afraid to say it? Use it? Do it? I may be alot of things, but I am TRUSTWORTHY! If I tell you I'm going to do something, it gets done! If you expect something from me, (that I know about) I get it done! I don't need someone looking over my shoulder reminding me, and genuinuly treating me like I'm AN IDIOT to accomplish anything! What has happened in the world today, that you can't trust people to do what they say, when they say they are going to do it?
So there it everyone...............in case you need me to spell it out of you.......I'M FRUSTRATED .............And now extremely tired, so I'm taking my ranting and raving, crazy, paranoid self to bed! Goodnight!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Addiction.............How many different forms!
Two of my friends have recently (1 week tomorrow) decided to quit smoking! Hurray for them! This has this blogger thinking about addictions......... I personally have never been addicted to cigarettes, but as I watch these two women I very much admire struggling with this, I'm trying to relate and put it in perspective.
I guess my addiction would be to food! I LOVE to EAT! This I have struggled with my whole life. On New Years 2008 I stepped on the scale at 2am ( I was drunk) and came to the conclusion I was just 2 bites of cake away from becoming a TLC special where they would have to cut me out of my house! So I jumped back on the Weight Watcher band wagon (it worked in 2003) I dropped 35 lbs and bing bam boom I got pregnant with Shaun! Now 10 months later I'm right back to New Years Day 2008! (Not hungover), but still trying to figure out a game plan to fight this addiction.................
I have formulated one plan, I'm taking Gov Patterson's advice and think there should be a "fat tax", me being the cheapo I am would have to stop eating right? Wrong! It definitely won't be that easy! Maybe the buddy system, (it seems to be helping my friends), but that would involve me bringing another person into this mental battle I will be having with myself and I don't think that is fair to subject anyone to. (I can only imagine my bitchy factor will increase 1000% with out chocolate and ice cream!)
So where does that leave me......... needing to take some inspiration from my very inspiring friends and jump back on that Weight Watchers band wagon. I do this myself, ( I can not take the meeting were people whine about being fat!) but I'm going to have to dig deep people and find that energy (I have been reserving for paranoia and neurosis) and channel it in to fight off the pounds..............stay tuned The Hell I Call Reality....will continue!
After thought.........my Facebook AKA Crackbook addiction is going to need to be addressed soon too!
I guess my addiction would be to food! I LOVE to EAT! This I have struggled with my whole life. On New Years 2008 I stepped on the scale at 2am ( I was drunk) and came to the conclusion I was just 2 bites of cake away from becoming a TLC special where they would have to cut me out of my house! So I jumped back on the Weight Watcher band wagon (it worked in 2003) I dropped 35 lbs and bing bam boom I got pregnant with Shaun! Now 10 months later I'm right back to New Years Day 2008! (Not hungover), but still trying to figure out a game plan to fight this addiction.................
I have formulated one plan, I'm taking Gov Patterson's advice and think there should be a "fat tax", me being the cheapo I am would have to stop eating right? Wrong! It definitely won't be that easy! Maybe the buddy system, (it seems to be helping my friends), but that would involve me bringing another person into this mental battle I will be having with myself and I don't think that is fair to subject anyone to. (I can only imagine my bitchy factor will increase 1000% with out chocolate and ice cream!)
So where does that leave me......... needing to take some inspiration from my very inspiring friends and jump back on that Weight Watchers band wagon. I do this myself, ( I can not take the meeting were people whine about being fat!) but I'm going to have to dig deep people and find that energy (I have been reserving for paranoia and neurosis) and channel it in to fight off the pounds..............stay tuned The Hell I Call Reality....will continue!
After thought.........my Facebook AKA Crackbook addiction is going to need to be addressed soon too!
Monday, September 14, 2009
Murphy's Law
Well today officially sealed my fate as "The One that keeps Murphy's Law going".........
Wikipedia defines: Murphy's law is an adage that broadly states: "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."
As you all know I'm having some "issues" where kindergarten is concerned...Doos being away 6 plus hours a day, me not having control over who she interacts with, her making her own friends, her riding on bus being driven by someone I don't know.......these are just a few of my problems. Well today we were up on time, she got on the bus off she went (her 1st full day). I dropped Shaun off at Ms Robins and went to work......through out the day I was having mild anxiety....what is she doing now? who is she sitting with at lunch? how did art class go? was she having fun? did she want to come home?............all things I was able to handle. I even went to Aldi's on lunch and bought the babysitter a birthday present (they really do have the nicest flowers at the most reasonable price), no binoculars thru the Fricano Primary windows. I was PROUD! I'm a neurotic and paranoid mother who might just make it...........
At 3pm Todd is out of work I call him ..."you are on your way home? You need to be there BEFORE the bus!" I get the play by play of where he is at, as I dutiful try and time where her bus is........Finally he is safely parked in our driveway waiting for my baby to come home.....then the inevitable MURPHY'S LAW.........the bus blows right past him, doesn't even slow down, Mr Calm Cool and Collected ..."she rides the E bus right?" ...."Yup...E like elephant, I've been engraving this in her brain for two weeks now!"........."really, cause that bus just drove right past me" with no panic at all in his voice. .......................Not to worry though I LOST MY MIND!!!! "What? CHASE THE &$%$# thing!" Where is She?"....my mind going a million miles an hour.... she is not going to be the next Jacyee Dugard..................
So as he is stalking the bus, I call Ridge Road Express........they are not going to make it for customer service awards this year ( don't worry Wegman's you are safe) to think I entrust Princesss Baughman to their care! I get this very laid back woman on the phone.....I am slightly hysterical "My name is Rosanne Baughman my kindergartner Meghan Patrice Baughman was supposed to be on the E bus , E like elephant! And the bus just blew past our house it didn't even slow down, can you PLEASE tell me where she is?" Ms. I think this woman must be overreacting: "Hold Please" I then get the next Ridge Road we are very non concerned type person on the phone........I then explain the whole thing all over again a bit more frazzled! "Hold Please" then the dreaded DIAL TONE! These non caring idiots (who presently may or may not have my BABY) HUNG UP ON ME!
So now in complete full blown hysteria, I call back. Being the bill collector I am as I do this, I skip trace down the owner of Ridge Road Express; R. Tom Weeks, his wife Carol, his mother, brother and all their cell phone numbers. I get Ms. Laid Back again "Don't hang up on me, my five year old is missing, and You may or may not have something to do with it! Either put me on the phone with someone who can tell me where she is or I'm calling Mr. Weeks on his cell phone at 567-5555" This apparently got her attention, she didn't put me on hold she calmly states "There is a Sub on that run today" How is there a sub on day 4 of school? I really want to know this, but it won't help me locate my Meg-a Doo. So I let it go. She calls Ms. Sub..."Oh yeah, I'm kinda confused about where I'm supposed to be dropping and picking up, but I have her. I'll head back there at the end of my run 5 or 10 minutes." Thank Jesus! My Baby wasn't kidnapped. I'm not going to have to go on America's most wanted Friday........ she is just with a confused woman who can't read her drop off /pick up list, but is driving her around.
I then try to explain my husband is following the bus, just pull over he will get her and I can then stop shaking. "Sorry Mame" ( have I mentioned I HATE being called Mame) "that would be unsafe, we have to drop her off at the address on our list" Are you freaking kidding me, you had the chance to do this the 1st time, but I quickly came to the conclusion I wasn't dealing with the sharpest knives in the drawer so I should just let Todd stalk them till they get back to my house then FORBID her from every getting on that HORRIBLE CONTRAPTION again.
I then instruct Todd to call the second he has her! The next 7 minutes where almost unbearable, but he calls and says "she fine". Okay but what happened? Did she not tell them this is her house? "No mom, I was TALKING to my friends" What...........Friends, socializing, when did I allow this? And when did that become more important then coming home to your parents who love and adore you? I tell her that from now on mommy or daddy will drop you off and pick you up from school no more bus! She then starts crying "I like the bus! I want to ride the bus with my friends" I give the standard parent 101 answer "We will discuss this when I get home. Let me talk to your father" Mr Voice of Reason..."she's fine, no harm done, she can ride the bus" What happened to unity? Loyalty? Concern for our baby's safety?
I get out of work still standing firm on there will NEVER EVER BE another RIDGE ROAD EXPRESS experience again....my heart can't take it! I walk in the house and the first thing Doos say "Please Mommy let me ride the bus! I love the bus! Please Mommy, Please!" So what am I to do?...Do I just accept Murphy's Law will always be present in every situation for the rest of my life and start saving my money for the copay on either the therapist or the prescription drugs I'm going to need very very soon or do I stand my ground and try to get some control back?.......................................
Well, I now have to go to bed because bus E like elephant will be here at 8:05AM.....................Another excerpt in THE HELL I CALL REALITY!
Wikipedia defines: Murphy's law is an adage that broadly states: "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."
As you all know I'm having some "issues" where kindergarten is concerned...Doos being away 6 plus hours a day, me not having control over who she interacts with, her making her own friends, her riding on bus being driven by someone I don't know.......these are just a few of my problems. Well today we were up on time, she got on the bus off she went (her 1st full day). I dropped Shaun off at Ms Robins and went to work......through out the day I was having mild anxiety....what is she doing now? who is she sitting with at lunch? how did art class go? was she having fun? did she want to come home?............all things I was able to handle. I even went to Aldi's on lunch and bought the babysitter a birthday present (they really do have the nicest flowers at the most reasonable price), no binoculars thru the Fricano Primary windows. I was PROUD! I'm a neurotic and paranoid mother who might just make it...........
At 3pm Todd is out of work I call him ..."you are on your way home? You need to be there BEFORE the bus!" I get the play by play of where he is at, as I dutiful try and time where her bus is........Finally he is safely parked in our driveway waiting for my baby to come home.....then the inevitable MURPHY'S LAW.........the bus blows right past him, doesn't even slow down, Mr Calm Cool and Collected ..."she rides the E bus right?" ...."Yup...E like elephant, I've been engraving this in her brain for two weeks now!"........."really, cause that bus just drove right past me" with no panic at all in his voice. .......................Not to worry though I LOST MY MIND!!!! "What? CHASE THE &$%$# thing!" Where is She?"....my mind going a million miles an hour.... she is not going to be the next Jacyee Dugard..................
So as he is stalking the bus, I call Ridge Road Express........they are not going to make it for customer service awards this year ( don't worry Wegman's you are safe) to think I entrust Princesss Baughman to their care! I get this very laid back woman on the phone.....I am slightly hysterical "My name is Rosanne Baughman my kindergartner Meghan Patrice Baughman was supposed to be on the E bus , E like elephant! And the bus just blew past our house it didn't even slow down, can you PLEASE tell me where she is?" Ms. I think this woman must be overreacting: "Hold Please" I then get the next Ridge Road we are very non concerned type person on the phone........I then explain the whole thing all over again a bit more frazzled! "Hold Please" then the dreaded DIAL TONE! These non caring idiots (who presently may or may not have my BABY) HUNG UP ON ME!
So now in complete full blown hysteria, I call back. Being the bill collector I am as I do this, I skip trace down the owner of Ridge Road Express; R. Tom Weeks, his wife Carol, his mother, brother and all their cell phone numbers. I get Ms. Laid Back again "Don't hang up on me, my five year old is missing, and You may or may not have something to do with it! Either put me on the phone with someone who can tell me where she is or I'm calling Mr. Weeks on his cell phone at 567-5555" This apparently got her attention, she didn't put me on hold she calmly states "There is a Sub on that run today" How is there a sub on day 4 of school? I really want to know this, but it won't help me locate my Meg-a Doo. So I let it go. She calls Ms. Sub..."Oh yeah, I'm kinda confused about where I'm supposed to be dropping and picking up, but I have her. I'll head back there at the end of my run 5 or 10 minutes." Thank Jesus! My Baby wasn't kidnapped. I'm not going to have to go on America's most wanted Friday........ she is just with a confused woman who can't read her drop off /pick up list, but is driving her around.
I then try to explain my husband is following the bus, just pull over he will get her and I can then stop shaking. "Sorry Mame" ( have I mentioned I HATE being called Mame) "that would be unsafe, we have to drop her off at the address on our list" Are you freaking kidding me, you had the chance to do this the 1st time, but I quickly came to the conclusion I wasn't dealing with the sharpest knives in the drawer so I should just let Todd stalk them till they get back to my house then FORBID her from every getting on that HORRIBLE CONTRAPTION again.
I then instruct Todd to call the second he has her! The next 7 minutes where almost unbearable, but he calls and says "she fine". Okay but what happened? Did she not tell them this is her house? "No mom, I was TALKING to my friends" What...........Friends, socializing, when did I allow this? And when did that become more important then coming home to your parents who love and adore you? I tell her that from now on mommy or daddy will drop you off and pick you up from school no more bus! She then starts crying "I like the bus! I want to ride the bus with my friends" I give the standard parent 101 answer "We will discuss this when I get home. Let me talk to your father" Mr Voice of Reason..."she's fine, no harm done, she can ride the bus" What happened to unity? Loyalty? Concern for our baby's safety?
I get out of work still standing firm on there will NEVER EVER BE another RIDGE ROAD EXPRESS experience again....my heart can't take it! I walk in the house and the first thing Doos say "Please Mommy let me ride the bus! I love the bus! Please Mommy, Please!" So what am I to do?...Do I just accept Murphy's Law will always be present in every situation for the rest of my life and start saving my money for the copay on either the therapist or the prescription drugs I'm going to need very very soon or do I stand my ground and try to get some control back?.......................................
Well, I now have to go to bed because bus E like elephant will be here at 8:05AM.....................Another excerpt in THE HELL I CALL REALITY!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Perception........ it's reallly an individual thing!
Day two of kindergarten had got me in a deep psychological thought process about perception.
How do I perceive people? How do people perceive me? That second question I haven't really thought about in over 10 years, about then I developed the I don't give a *#%@ attitude, I am what I am and to quote the legend of country music Toby Keith "Hate me if you want to, Love me if you can!"
I know there are people who perceive me as a bitch, that's okay I can be and I'm proud of it. No one pushes me around (unless I let them).
There are people who perceive me as old fashioned, that's okay too. I think people should leave something up to peoples imagination and cover up. I also have never tried any illegal drugs,. I also am a HUGE supporter of the white granny pants (anything else is whores underwear) Yes, I know this is debated by 90% or more of the population. But goes back to my good old fashion self. I also don't believe you should sleep with someone till you've known them a minimum of six months. Again a foreign concept to most people today.
There are people who perceive me as a "Momma and Daddy's girl", loyal friend (I hope), loud mouth, obnoxious, and sure a million others that are not coming to mind.
How do I perceive people? I would love to say with an open mind, but sadly that is not the fact. I jump to conclusions, I put labels on people and at times I'm down right shallow. I am not proud of this but there it is. My biggest population that I label and have issues concerning is what I deem "white trash". This has nothing to do with economics or geography, I label this class of people in all walks of life. They are the people who are just to ignorant or lazy to present themselves with any class, they refuse to do ANYTHING to help themselves or anyone else and just generally come across as LOSERS! I frequently lose my mind about what I deem this "class" of people on daily or at least weekly basis.
So where am I going with this.............. My Meg-a-doo goes to kindergarten yesterday and sits on the rug with 21 other little impressionable 5 year olds, her teacher, Ms. Kimberly, asks her "what do you like to do?" and my beautiful speech impediment child says clear as a bell " I like to go with my mommy, daddy, auntie and grandma and BET ON THE PONIES!" Not got to Fantasy Island, or shopping or to the movies, or the any other of the 100 or so places we went this summer. My child tells her teacher that she like to GAMBLE ON HORSES. When she came home and told me this, my perceptions went into OVERLOAD...here in Lockport the only place to partake in this sport is OTB, do you know what I think of when I think OTB, you got it WHITE TRASH, smoking cigarettes, drinking beer, while the kids sit locked in the car and wait........because the person can not help but gamble!
So now I'm convinced Ms. Kimberly has me pegged as "white trash"and I feel the overwhelming need to explain myself: how last weekend we took Meg to Saratoga Racetrack, for the time old tradition of watching thoroughbreds run. How we each had 15 dollars; $3 to get in (and get our free Saratoga knit cap)and 12 dollars to bet on 11 races. Betting $1 to show is about all I'm able to handle! How my mom knits, I read, my sons sleeps in his stroller, it was KIDS DAY, they had bounce houses and face painting and CLOWNS! This was not anything but a fun family outing , NO KIDS were left locked up in the car waiting. My $12 a year betting is not grounds for GAMBLER ANONYMOUS.
Now what to do about this...... First I was going to call her and explain everything, she did give me her cell number after all, but then reconsidered she would realize I'm paranoid and crazy on day two, not good. Then I thought a note, teachers LOVE notes, right? No, again paranoid and crazy to explain a simple statement by a 5 year old right?
So what did this Paranoid, Crazy and Neurotic mother do..................... I sent Meg to school with as many Saratoga free give aways as we had........ a lunch box, (to carry her snack), an umbrella (you never know if its going to rain), and the winter knit cap (I know 76 degrees today), but she could have gotten cold....right? I was going to dress her in the T-shirt but it is an adult medium, from last year, and has been through the wash a thousand times not to mention she would have looked ridiculous!
Now I pray that Ms. Kimberly saw all of those things and realizes where we were and what we were doing or at best case scenario asks Doos about it (I did spend an abnormally long amount of time telling her exactly what to say) just in case it came up. I am also counting on Ms. Kimberly putting all this together and then hopefully changes the perception (have deemed her to have) and realizes I AM NOT "WHITE TRASH". If infact Ms. Kimberly spent any time atall thinking about this.
As I am finishing writing this I'm having a hard time understanding why all of a sudden what someone I met yesterdays perception of me means anythingat all to me, but I guess it's because I don't want ANYONE to have a negative perception associated with my kids. They need to grow up and become who they are comfortable being more like Mr. Voice of Reason aka (Everyone Loves Todd) or their "Bitchy" Mother. I wantthem to be able to paint their own perceptions of who they are not be labeled because of who their parents are. There it is another excerpt into "The Hell I Call Reality!"
How do I perceive people? How do people perceive me? That second question I haven't really thought about in over 10 years, about then I developed the I don't give a *#%@ attitude, I am what I am and to quote the legend of country music Toby Keith "Hate me if you want to, Love me if you can!"
I know there are people who perceive me as a bitch, that's okay I can be and I'm proud of it. No one pushes me around (unless I let them).
There are people who perceive me as old fashioned, that's okay too. I think people should leave something up to peoples imagination and cover up. I also have never tried any illegal drugs,. I also am a HUGE supporter of the white granny pants (anything else is whores underwear) Yes, I know this is debated by 90% or more of the population. But goes back to my good old fashion self. I also don't believe you should sleep with someone till you've known them a minimum of six months. Again a foreign concept to most people today.
There are people who perceive me as a "Momma and Daddy's girl", loyal friend (I hope), loud mouth, obnoxious, and sure a million others that are not coming to mind.
How do I perceive people? I would love to say with an open mind, but sadly that is not the fact. I jump to conclusions, I put labels on people and at times I'm down right shallow. I am not proud of this but there it is. My biggest population that I label and have issues concerning is what I deem "white trash". This has nothing to do with economics or geography, I label this class of people in all walks of life. They are the people who are just to ignorant or lazy to present themselves with any class, they refuse to do ANYTHING to help themselves or anyone else and just generally come across as LOSERS! I frequently lose my mind about what I deem this "class" of people on daily or at least weekly basis.
So where am I going with this.............. My Meg-a-doo goes to kindergarten yesterday and sits on the rug with 21 other little impressionable 5 year olds, her teacher, Ms. Kimberly, asks her "what do you like to do?" and my beautiful speech impediment child says clear as a bell " I like to go with my mommy, daddy, auntie and grandma and BET ON THE PONIES!" Not got to Fantasy Island, or shopping or to the movies, or the any other of the 100 or so places we went this summer. My child tells her teacher that she like to GAMBLE ON HORSES. When she came home and told me this, my perceptions went into OVERLOAD...here in Lockport the only place to partake in this sport is OTB, do you know what I think of when I think OTB, you got it WHITE TRASH, smoking cigarettes, drinking beer, while the kids sit locked in the car and wait........because the person can not help but gamble!
So now I'm convinced Ms. Kimberly has me pegged as "white trash"and I feel the overwhelming need to explain myself: how last weekend we took Meg to Saratoga Racetrack, for the time old tradition of watching thoroughbreds run. How we each had 15 dollars; $3 to get in (and get our free Saratoga knit cap)and 12 dollars to bet on 11 races. Betting $1 to show is about all I'm able to handle! How my mom knits, I read, my sons sleeps in his stroller, it was KIDS DAY, they had bounce houses and face painting and CLOWNS! This was not anything but a fun family outing , NO KIDS were left locked up in the car waiting. My $12 a year betting is not grounds for GAMBLER ANONYMOUS.
Now what to do about this...... First I was going to call her and explain everything, she did give me her cell number after all, but then reconsidered she would realize I'm paranoid and crazy on day two, not good. Then I thought a note, teachers LOVE notes, right? No, again paranoid and crazy to explain a simple statement by a 5 year old right?
So what did this Paranoid, Crazy and Neurotic mother do..................... I sent Meg to school with as many Saratoga free give aways as we had........ a lunch box, (to carry her snack), an umbrella (you never know if its going to rain), and the winter knit cap (I know 76 degrees today), but she could have gotten cold....right? I was going to dress her in the T-shirt but it is an adult medium, from last year, and has been through the wash a thousand times not to mention she would have looked ridiculous!
Now I pray that Ms. Kimberly saw all of those things and realizes where we were and what we were doing or at best case scenario asks Doos about it (I did spend an abnormally long amount of time telling her exactly what to say) just in case it came up. I am also counting on Ms. Kimberly putting all this together and then hopefully changes the perception (have deemed her to have) and realizes I AM NOT "WHITE TRASH". If infact Ms. Kimberly spent any time atall thinking about this.
As I am finishing writing this I'm having a hard time understanding why all of a sudden what someone I met yesterdays perception of me means anythingat all to me, but I guess it's because I don't want ANYONE to have a negative perception associated with my kids. They need to grow up and become who they are comfortable being more like Mr. Voice of Reason aka (Everyone Loves Todd) or their "Bitchy" Mother. I wantthem to be able to paint their own perceptions of who they are not be labeled because of who their parents are. There it is another excerpt into "The Hell I Call Reality!"
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Terrifying Kindergarten!!!!!
Well Meg-a doo's first day of kindergarten was offically today! We did go yesterday for orientation but that was a whole post in and of it self. Today I was ready (atleast I thought) I had gone to Tops bought the appropriate "healthy" snacks, driven to bus garage then back to my house to time the ABSOLUTE earliest this bus could arrive ( the pamphlet said LEAVES the garage at 8am). So me being habitual speeder (just ask my attorney) I am; times this at 7minutes 30 seconds at 70 miles an hours, So I being the logical person I am figure there is NO WAY this bus will be at my door before 8:10AM.......logical to all reading this right? WRONG!
I get myself up and dressed, Doos up and dressed, Shaun up but that is as far as I gotwith him. We all get downstairs: shoes on, cereal in bowl, her sitting at the table eating 8 AM (I'm think we are GOLDEN) I'm putting her snack in the bag discussing what letter bus she takes home and BAM 8:02am the BUS is in front of my house....... So here I am losing Mom of the Year Award yet again..... telling her to hurry up......throwing her book bag at her....running to the bus in my sock (wet grass not pretty)......shoving her on.......no picture......no hug...no kisses....Definately not a Scrapbook Moment!
She leaves, I wave...........then the GUILT.......my baby is off... no hug... no kiss....... So what do I do.......Call Todd.....the poor man......I'm yelling and histerical....all at once:
"That bus driver must drive ninety!I timed it!" ....then of course Mr Voice of Reason.... "he probably just left early".......(does he think I'm and idiot) of course Mr Bus Driver left early! Just because for ONCE I was thinking I was on time! This is the Hell I Call Reality! Stay tuned for more interesting and horrifying things that happen in my daily life!
I get myself up and dressed, Doos up and dressed, Shaun up but that is as far as I gotwith him. We all get downstairs: shoes on, cereal in bowl, her sitting at the table eating 8 AM (I'm think we are GOLDEN) I'm putting her snack in the bag discussing what letter bus she takes home and BAM 8:02am the BUS is in front of my house....... So here I am losing Mom of the Year Award yet again..... telling her to hurry up......throwing her book bag at her....running to the bus in my sock (wet grass not pretty)......shoving her on.......no picture......no hug...no kisses....Definately not a Scrapbook Moment!
She leaves, I wave...........then the GUILT.......my baby is off... no hug... no kiss....... So what do I do.......Call Todd.....the poor man......I'm yelling and histerical....all at once:
"That bus driver must drive ninety!I timed it!" ....then of course Mr Voice of Reason.... "he probably just left early".......(does he think I'm and idiot) of course Mr Bus Driver left early! Just because for ONCE I was thinking I was on time! This is the Hell I Call Reality! Stay tuned for more interesting and horrifying things that happen in my daily life!
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