Sunday, January 27, 2013

so that happened...

today's morning adventures did not get off to a roaring start. I ripped c's top button off of her dress as I was putting it on her and when I put j's never worn smocked outfit on him it was so short that he looked like a charter member of the lollipop guild.

additionally, I wore a new shirt that was super cute when it was in pristine form, but went downhill pretty quickly starting with me having the iron up too high and melting the back of the shirt. before we'd made it out the door, I'd caught a string and pulled it all the way out so that it looked like I had a seam running the length of my shirt. before Sunday school was over, I had two. it was also made of that material that no matter what you spill on it (water or otherwise) it stains. and yes, I got water all over myself right before going into the service.

that's not even the big guns. about 5 minutes into church daddy j tried calling. I let him know we were in church and that I'd go over to the Parrish hall and call him back.

the kids were in the nursery and I had the Parrish hall all to myself. there were freshly made homemade biscuits sitting in a Tupperware and butter and jelly sitting out beside it. before I knew it, I was sitting in a pile of the crumbs of 5 homemade biscuits. Jennifer Hudson would be so ashamed!

ya-a-a-a-a-all, I really don't know what happened. I was seduced by the silence and I just zoned out. but man, those biscuits were delicious. I mean really delicious.

right now we are playing kiss tag and mommy is it. that's probably a good thing because I need to run off those 5 biscuits.


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Thursday, January 24, 2013

if you don't have anything nice to say...

then your husband must be in the last leg of his deployment.
I've never aimed to be anything but truthful and transparent here on this blog. so, I'm here to tell you for the last (gee, I really don't know how long) I've been PISSED.
not pissed at anyone or anything (although those are unintended tertiary results)... I'm just pissed. Daddy J told me that everyone said when you're a few months out from redeployment you just get over it and get mad. I kinda laughed it off bc I thought I was handling things so well. And then we hit 2/3s done. shit.just.got.real.
nothing really changed. I'm not facing any particularly hard new challenges with the kids (*knock on wood*). I'm not in a new situation. everything is just sorta the same- I mean c's hair is looking less and less like rod Stewart after a coke binge- so I know we are growing and moving and time isn't standing still, but it sure feels like it.
I DREADED this deployment and I made the most of every minute that I had with Daddy J home. I relished in routine. I soaked up every moment with him that I could (minus the days I spent reading 50 shades of grey and then I pretty much didn't look up from my kindle). I know that I didn't take those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks with him for granted while he was here, but there's lots of things I miss and will continue to miss for 3-ish months.
I never knew just how important to me bedtime rituals were until I did then alone. I never knew just how much I missed my morning hug and kiss as he headed off to work. I never knew how much I missed making him a cup of coffee, or watching him play or eat with the kids, or having someone around who understands all my inside jokes, or someone to snuggle up with and watch a movie, someone to fuss at when I'm feeling fussy (even though I know I shouldn't) who will still love me unconditionally and just accepts me and my crazy ways, someone to give the eye when i know that they know and they know that I know the kids are acting weird but we can't laugh, someone to laugh with, someone to wait for at the end of the day. as there is no better sound in the world than hearing the garage door go up or the key in the door.
I could go on all night.
so yeah. I'm mad. I just want him back here. I just want him with me and my absorption of all of our moments to start again. I'm definitely not mad at the army, I'm not mad at him, I'm not mad at anyone. I guess if anything I'm mad at time. I want it to speed up and slow down all the same. I need every second I can get with these wonderful children, but these children also need their daddy.
I'm hopeful that admitting my angst is half (or more. more is cool) of the battle and that I'll get happy in the same shoes I got mad in.
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Saturday, January 19, 2013

my open letter to the Food Network

Dear Sir or Ma'am,

Ever since I've become a mom, I've been watching cooking shows to find nutritional meal ideas to serve to my family. I've come across some excellent meals (and I understand that you're working with a limited clock), but I've not found too many recipes that are compatible with a 3 year old and almost 2 year old running around and playing human donkey kong or survivor in the 30 minutes I steal away to prepare a meal for my family.

I know that I'm hardly the only mom who has children hanging off of her like a jungle gym, demanding attention, and getting a little too close to those sharp things that I use to cut veggies and meat. I'm sure that someone in your food network think tank has already suggested a cooking show for moms, by moms, and with moms as the chefs. The concept would be a little like Kids Say the Darndest things meet Rachel Ray. I know if I saw a mom like me answering questions about which dinosaurs smell the worst and why the dolls hair looks like a rats been sucking on it, all while the mom prepared a fantastic and healthy meal for her family... well, I'm
there with my best house robe and biggest bottle of wine to watch! I'm pretty sure I can speak for the millions of domestic divas the world over when I say "pretty please!" Pretty please give us something we can relate to that will also empower us to feed our families delicious and nutritious meals while having fun!

And, of course, if you need someone for the pilot... I'm free and my kids are totally camera-ready and gorgeous. If I do say so myself.

Thank you!,
Meagan Drew


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Thursday, January 17, 2013

my kids are pretty much awesome

for anyone who knows anything about anything to do with my family (or just heartily e-creeps us) they know we do a LOT OF travel. we are flying hither, thither, and yon at least once a month- but more like twice.

I seriously cannot even think about flying without getting cold sweats and an upset stomach. you'd think something that gave me IBS, I'd try to do a little less of. eh, I guess I'm a glutton for punishment.

flying is stressful when its just me, but add some small humans into the mix and shit gets real in a hurry. I end up dragging a backpack, a laptop bag, my purse, and at least one kid all over and garnering looks of pity and comments like "boy, you sure have your hands full!" or "are you aloooonnneee?" Uh duh. for your information, I have been known to put my kids in those little backpacks with the leashes for a tail. They end up getting all may pole twisted up and then I say silly things like "you aren't a dog, get up off the floor!" ....... and then the follow-up for the sake of the onlookers and no one in particular "uh, I know you are on a leash, but that's for safety, but you aren't a dog even if you are on a leash. butyoureonlyonaleasebecauseyouredaddyisdeployedandimjusttryingtotakeyoutodofunstuffsothiswontbeworstyearofyourlife."

when I finally herd all my cats onto the plane, I just sit there and wait for the door to close and sweat. like buckets. ok, I don't just sit there I diligently pray that my kids won't lose their ever loving minds on board. in the probably 50 flights I've taken with my kids I've only ever had 1 bad one. *knock on wood*. seriously, I need to high five Steve jobs HARD when I get to heaven.

today on board the first flight, we were sitting in row 5. j decided to high five the people sitting on the aisle seats all the way down. I'm thankful that the folks on board were down with giving him some skin. he sat down and shouted "all those awesome people gave me 5!!!!" which made every one happy and I hoped that'd earn me some brownie points. thankfully, I didn't need them. they did spill some apple juice and some goldfish, but they were soooo good. phew. man, I love these kids.

j did poop on the flight and I had to change him in the bathroom that did not have a changing table. I had to just change him on top of the toilet (fing nasty) with the 3 of us crammed into a room about as big as an ottoman. I couldn't help but laugh. a lot. and I got shit on my sleeve and I never did figure out where it was, but I could smell it. still can.

the second flight was amazing. the kids fell asleep before takeoff and stayed asleep til we landed. I never get tired of hearing how great they were in the plane. never. I hope they continue to be good forever and always.

my kids are pretty much awesome.


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Sunday, January 6, 2013

willie stroker, gaye males, dr. ballitch and so much more.

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greatest website of ridiculous names ever. ever. Russell Teebagy, if I'm ever in the market for a house in your hometown I already know who my real estate agent is. but, I won't call you Russell. only mr. teebagy.




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Thursday, January 3, 2013

momma needs sleep

I consider myself a person that does pretty good without any sleep, but the last 3 days I've hit a mega wall. mega.

being grossly sleep deprived messes w/ a lot of things, but probably my least favorite is my appetite. the amount of sleep I'm getting is pretty much directly inverse to the amount I overeat. it's like my stomach forgets to send a message to my brain that I'm full. probably bc all if my brain power is serving to keep awake and from walking around doing dumb shit.

today is no different. I went to the local grocery store w/ my nursing bra top layers down. basically, I went braless to the local grocery store. basically, it's like Mayberry and you see at least 5 people you know every time you leave the house. basically. the best thing about it is I didn't even notice until 2 hours later when I just laid down to nurse c. I really must get some sleep.


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