March Madness has hit out house and hit it hard! Every time the tv is on, we're watching basketball. Now, it's not that I don't like basketball. As a matter of fact, I did download the NCAA Tournament app for my new iPhone. However, I do like to watch something other than basketball now and then.
Last night, Donnie and the boys were watching the basketball games on the big screen in the living room. Since I wasn't feeling great and I just wanted some quiet, I figured I'd be safe in the bedroom away from the noise of the games. I wasn't in the room for five minutes before Donnie came in and turned on the tv. Seriously?!? What the heck? Our bedroom tv is smaller, what was wrong with the big screen? Though it was nice that he wanted to come sit with me and watch the games, I couldn't quite get him to understand that I was trying to escape all the noise in the first place.
No, I didn't kick him out of the room, I let him stay. However, I did make him watch American Idol before he could change the channel back to basketball. I was so tired, it didn't matter much anyway. Luckily, Kentucky had already played for the day so there was no need for him to ref the game from our bedroom. Since he wasn't as personally invested in these games as he is when Kentucky plays, I was able to sleep without being woken up by him yelling at the tv.
Though I would love to see the Cats go all the way, I'll be relieved when March Madness is over and I can once again sleep in peace!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Crazy Daisies
Things were already sliding down hill but the daisies just did me in. I think one of the hardest parts of being a mom to boys is knowing that one day, another girl with replace you as the most important girl in his life. Bobby and Hunter are my stepsons so I already accept that their moms beat me out of that top place. With Richie however, it seemed like he was going to be my boy for a very long time. I was content to cuddle with him infront of the tv as often as possible. Neither he nor Hunter seemed particularly interested in girls to begin with, so I figured I was safe for now.
Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of girls chasing after my boys. Hunter learned just this week what happens when a girl has your cellphone number. He's gotten more texts from a certain set of twin sisters than everyone else combined. Still, he pretty much ignores the texts and the girls. He told me himself girls were just too weird and I loved that! Richie had the same "girlfriend" from Kindergarten to third grade when they just didn't see much of each other at school and kind of shrugged off the giggles that come with school yard crushes. I asked him once if it bothered him and he simply told me, "I don't care, she's just a girl." YAY!!
Lately though, he'd been talking about one little girl a lot. I've known for more than a year that she has a crush on Richie. She comes to see him play football and basketball and seeks him out any time they're in even remotely the same area. If she sees me anywhere in town her first question is always, "where's Richie?" So, hearing about Savannah didn't really register with me because he's talked about her off and on for a year but in general it was just about something she said to him or about him. Her grandfather is Richie's football coach so, the thought of having the coach's granddaughter as his "girlfriend" wasn't one he was too thrilled with. That was just fine with me.
However, Savannah's mom asked for advice on planning her birthday party and I agreed to sit and talk with her. She and her sister are very sweet little girls and I adore them both. So, we went over to their house one afternoon so the kids could play and mom and I could discuss party plans. After leaving Richie started telling me all the things he likes about Savannah. Mostly, it was that she's a tomboy which means she knows sports and plays the same games he likes to play. This caught me off guard so I asked him if he really liked her or if he just thought she was a friend. When he turned beet red, I knew I was done for.
After making me promise not to tell her or her mother, Richie told me he really likes her but that some of the other boys pick on him about it. We talked about why that was and he realized they were just jealous. This made Richie decide it was okay to tell everyone that Savannah was his "girlfriend." Oh, geeze, what do I do now?
Last Friday was Savannah's birthday party and Richie paced the floor waiting until it was time to go. He checked and rechecked her present a dozen times to make sure it was just right. Nevermind that the party was for her sister also, that didn't matter to him. He was plenty happy with letting me handle Carlie's present as long as he got to take care of Savannah's. During the party, her mother came up to me to let me know she'd busted them for kissing...for real?!? I'm way too young for this to start already! When I asked Richie he looked right at me and declared "she kissed me, she kissed me, I swear mom, I was just standing there." I kind of chuckled to myself in relief and walked away. They spent the rest of the party watching a movie while she snuggled up beside him on the couch. I couldn't help but pout a little, that was my spot. Still, when we left he told me he still thought she was weird. Hooray, my boy is still in there somewhere!
Monday came and brought Savannah's actual birthday. He called to talk to her on the phone and she wasn't home so he handed off the phone to me. While we talked, her mom mentioned that Savannah had been disappointed in not getting flowers from her uncle like her sister did. I didn't realize Richie was listening to our conversation until he looked at me and said, "mom, how much are flowers?" He'd decided that if Savannah wanted flowers, he was going to get her flowers. So, we headed to the store to pick some up and deliver them to her grandparents' house. After 10 minutes of debate, he picked a bouquet of Gerber Daisies that had been colored many bright colors. He refused every other bouquet because they all had something pink in them and as he pointed out, Savannah doesn't like pink. My Lord, he'd been paying a lot of attention!
When we pulled into the driveway to deliver them, he shook his head and told me we were at the wrong house. I told him she was there with her Grandfather. For a moment he didn't speak, his eyes got really big and his mouth dropped open. He then turned and shoved the flowers at me saying, "you take 'em!" I told him he needed to take her the flowers because they were from him and not me. After adjusting to the fact that his coach was in that house and would see him bringing in flowers, he agreed to take them to her. He stood beside me as I knocked on the door. Savannah came to the door and jerked it open when she saw that it was us on the porch. She flung herself at Richie, wrapping him in a hug. He hugged her back and when she pulled away, he sheepishly handed her the flowers. She took one look and told him he'd just given her the best birthday present ever. The look on his face said it all. He's not my little boy anymore, he's her "boyfriend" and all it took were some crazy daisies.
Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of girls chasing after my boys. Hunter learned just this week what happens when a girl has your cellphone number. He's gotten more texts from a certain set of twin sisters than everyone else combined. Still, he pretty much ignores the texts and the girls. He told me himself girls were just too weird and I loved that! Richie had the same "girlfriend" from Kindergarten to third grade when they just didn't see much of each other at school and kind of shrugged off the giggles that come with school yard crushes. I asked him once if it bothered him and he simply told me, "I don't care, she's just a girl." YAY!!
Lately though, he'd been talking about one little girl a lot. I've known for more than a year that she has a crush on Richie. She comes to see him play football and basketball and seeks him out any time they're in even remotely the same area. If she sees me anywhere in town her first question is always, "where's Richie?" So, hearing about Savannah didn't really register with me because he's talked about her off and on for a year but in general it was just about something she said to him or about him. Her grandfather is Richie's football coach so, the thought of having the coach's granddaughter as his "girlfriend" wasn't one he was too thrilled with. That was just fine with me.
However, Savannah's mom asked for advice on planning her birthday party and I agreed to sit and talk with her. She and her sister are very sweet little girls and I adore them both. So, we went over to their house one afternoon so the kids could play and mom and I could discuss party plans. After leaving Richie started telling me all the things he likes about Savannah. Mostly, it was that she's a tomboy which means she knows sports and plays the same games he likes to play. This caught me off guard so I asked him if he really liked her or if he just thought she was a friend. When he turned beet red, I knew I was done for.
After making me promise not to tell her or her mother, Richie told me he really likes her but that some of the other boys pick on him about it. We talked about why that was and he realized they were just jealous. This made Richie decide it was okay to tell everyone that Savannah was his "girlfriend." Oh, geeze, what do I do now?
Last Friday was Savannah's birthday party and Richie paced the floor waiting until it was time to go. He checked and rechecked her present a dozen times to make sure it was just right. Nevermind that the party was for her sister also, that didn't matter to him. He was plenty happy with letting me handle Carlie's present as long as he got to take care of Savannah's. During the party, her mother came up to me to let me know she'd busted them for kissing...for real?!? I'm way too young for this to start already! When I asked Richie he looked right at me and declared "she kissed me, she kissed me, I swear mom, I was just standing there." I kind of chuckled to myself in relief and walked away. They spent the rest of the party watching a movie while she snuggled up beside him on the couch. I couldn't help but pout a little, that was my spot. Still, when we left he told me he still thought she was weird. Hooray, my boy is still in there somewhere!
Monday came and brought Savannah's actual birthday. He called to talk to her on the phone and she wasn't home so he handed off the phone to me. While we talked, her mom mentioned that Savannah had been disappointed in not getting flowers from her uncle like her sister did. I didn't realize Richie was listening to our conversation until he looked at me and said, "mom, how much are flowers?" He'd decided that if Savannah wanted flowers, he was going to get her flowers. So, we headed to the store to pick some up and deliver them to her grandparents' house. After 10 minutes of debate, he picked a bouquet of Gerber Daisies that had been colored many bright colors. He refused every other bouquet because they all had something pink in them and as he pointed out, Savannah doesn't like pink. My Lord, he'd been paying a lot of attention!
When we pulled into the driveway to deliver them, he shook his head and told me we were at the wrong house. I told him she was there with her Grandfather. For a moment he didn't speak, his eyes got really big and his mouth dropped open. He then turned and shoved the flowers at me saying, "you take 'em!" I told him he needed to take her the flowers because they were from him and not me. After adjusting to the fact that his coach was in that house and would see him bringing in flowers, he agreed to take them to her. He stood beside me as I knocked on the door. Savannah came to the door and jerked it open when she saw that it was us on the porch. She flung herself at Richie, wrapping him in a hug. He hugged her back and when she pulled away, he sheepishly handed her the flowers. She took one look and told him he'd just given her the best birthday present ever. The look on his face said it all. He's not my little boy anymore, he's her "boyfriend" and all it took were some crazy daisies.
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Moving On?
Do you ever hear something and have to stop and wonder "did I just hear that right?" On Friday, Donnie and I were discussing the possibility of moving out of Kentucky. Let me just say, for the most part I love my life here. I love that my kids can play and not have to constantly look over their shoulder; I love that at any time of the day and night I can call on my neighbors for help; most of all, I love my friends that I've made here. Still, Maryland is home. It's where I grew up and where a good chunk of my mom's family still lives. There isn't a day that goes by when I don't miss my cousins and wish I could be there and be in their lives more. Regardless, I have to find a job, no matter where I am. So, I brought up the idea of moving back to the Maryland area if it meant finding better jobs for both of us. Mind you, I did a search on Career builder and found twenty some pages of jobs that had been posted within 24 hours in the Frederick area and in Lexington I'm lucky to get 20 pages if I search for a month's worth of postings.
Nancy and Dim are looking at houses close to home because that's where she wants to raise her kids. She had mentioned they liked a house that includes a guest house out back. No, I'm not really looking to live next door to my sister forever....we'd kill each other. However, it would be an opportunity to get settled in a job before looking for a house of our own. It's not a big place and it wouldn't be ideal to live in for any length of time if we're talking about Donnie, Hunter, Richie and I. Still, it would be a start to a new life.
When I brought the idea up to Donnie, I simply said it would be a great opportunity. I also let him know that I understood and I still understand how difficult it might be to move and be able to take Hunter. While we have custody of him at this moment, moving out of state could mean leaving him behind with his mom if she wanted to push. And...she will push, no matter what we do, because that's what she does. I wanted Donnie to know that even if it sounded like a good deal, I do love him and the boys and I wouldn't want to make a decision that would tear our family apart just because. Donnie however, just looked at me and said, "if you want to take Richie and go then that's fine, I'll be okay, we'll manage." Just a note to all the guys out there...this is not the proper response to any discussion even remotely close to the one we were having. That is, unless you really do just want her to leave.
I was kind of stunned by his answer and felt sort of numb the rest of the day. To be honest, I went ahead and applied for some of the open jobs in the Frederick area. If I get one, then I know that's where I need to go. It hurt quite a bit to be told it didn't matter if I stayed or if I left. I'll be the first to admit, I don't worry too much about how anyone else feels if I'm hurt, I do what I feel like I need to do and everyone else be darned!
When I got home Friday I was still reeling from our conversation and really didn't feel like there was much left to be said. To his credit, Donnie noticed something was bothering me and stopped me to ask what was wrong. I told him, exactly what was wrong, in a not very kind manner. To my way of thinking, if it didn't matter if I left tomorrow, what did he care about what was bothering me? Furthermore, if he just assumed I leave, what would be the point in staying any longer? He explained that he didn't mean it that way but that if I wanted to go, he wouldn't blame me. The thing is, if I just walked away, I'd blame me.
Still, this has started my mind spinning. I know Donnie and Hunter won't be able to go if I move out of Kentucky. There's no way his ex-wife will let that happen. However, it's becoming more and more apparent that I have to find another job besides the daycare. We're not making any money and I don't want to put Nina into the hole either. So, I guess I'm just going to have to keep looking everywhere for a job and where I get one, that's where I'll go. As much as I love Donnie and the boys, love isn't going to put food on our table or pay the rent. For now, I'm just trusting that God will point me in the direction he wants me to go.
Nancy and Dim are looking at houses close to home because that's where she wants to raise her kids. She had mentioned they liked a house that includes a guest house out back. No, I'm not really looking to live next door to my sister forever....we'd kill each other. However, it would be an opportunity to get settled in a job before looking for a house of our own. It's not a big place and it wouldn't be ideal to live in for any length of time if we're talking about Donnie, Hunter, Richie and I. Still, it would be a start to a new life.
When I brought the idea up to Donnie, I simply said it would be a great opportunity. I also let him know that I understood and I still understand how difficult it might be to move and be able to take Hunter. While we have custody of him at this moment, moving out of state could mean leaving him behind with his mom if she wanted to push. And...she will push, no matter what we do, because that's what she does. I wanted Donnie to know that even if it sounded like a good deal, I do love him and the boys and I wouldn't want to make a decision that would tear our family apart just because. Donnie however, just looked at me and said, "if you want to take Richie and go then that's fine, I'll be okay, we'll manage." Just a note to all the guys out there...this is not the proper response to any discussion even remotely close to the one we were having. That is, unless you really do just want her to leave.
I was kind of stunned by his answer and felt sort of numb the rest of the day. To be honest, I went ahead and applied for some of the open jobs in the Frederick area. If I get one, then I know that's where I need to go. It hurt quite a bit to be told it didn't matter if I stayed or if I left. I'll be the first to admit, I don't worry too much about how anyone else feels if I'm hurt, I do what I feel like I need to do and everyone else be darned!
When I got home Friday I was still reeling from our conversation and really didn't feel like there was much left to be said. To his credit, Donnie noticed something was bothering me and stopped me to ask what was wrong. I told him, exactly what was wrong, in a not very kind manner. To my way of thinking, if it didn't matter if I left tomorrow, what did he care about what was bothering me? Furthermore, if he just assumed I leave, what would be the point in staying any longer? He explained that he didn't mean it that way but that if I wanted to go, he wouldn't blame me. The thing is, if I just walked away, I'd blame me.
Still, this has started my mind spinning. I know Donnie and Hunter won't be able to go if I move out of Kentucky. There's no way his ex-wife will let that happen. However, it's becoming more and more apparent that I have to find another job besides the daycare. We're not making any money and I don't want to put Nina into the hole either. So, I guess I'm just going to have to keep looking everywhere for a job and where I get one, that's where I'll go. As much as I love Donnie and the boys, love isn't going to put food on our table or pay the rent. For now, I'm just trusting that God will point me in the direction he wants me to go.
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