When I thought things couldn't get worse!!

Jennifer is allergic to Penicillin, she has an all over itchy rash.
Our Doctor is now off until the new year, we need different antibiotics!!
This means a trip to the walk in clinic, crap, if your not sick going in you will have all sorts of icky bugs upon departing!
Just when I thought things couldn't get worse....


Things seems to be improving a little today, the girls are fighting over their favourite spot on the couch, LOL. Jennifer is eating this morning and her eyes don't have that fevered, glassy look(that was making Mommy so scared). Thanks for all the good wishes, there working, wink...
As everyone starts their travels to family and friends, stay safe and enjoy.....

Snow on the pumpkins!!!!

My morning started at 4 a.m., I awoke to blood curdling screams from two terrified little girls.
A catastrophe had occurred, someone(a ghost they claim) had turned out their flower nightlight.
I shook myself out of a nice slumber(Superman was working nights, it was my turn,LOL)hurried into their room to discover the hydro had gone out. Having a hubby in the business he has us prepared for such events, I ran to the cupboard grabbed the crank flashlights and lanterns. I put the lantern in the girls room, stumbled back into bed thinking I could pull the covers up and get a couple more hours, wrong!!
Just as I snuggled back into my warm spot, lights began flashing around the house!!! The girls started screaming, they said the house was haunted(too much Halloween you think???). The utilities truck was outside the front of our home troubleshooting the line problem with a huge spotlight. I instructed the girls to look out their window to see what the light was, thinking they would settle down and Momma bear could get back to her den. Wrong again, now they sat up taking in the sights of two men fixing the lines. I told them to get back to bed school would be here before we knew it.
We got up to the sound of Superman opening the deadbolt on the back door, the girls rushed to tell Daddy their story, after he listened he told them to look out the kitchen window.
More screams, this time with excitement!!
Yes, the root of the problem, SNOW!!!! It was heavy and causing havoc, Superman had a terrible night at work, he was so busy with outages, he is now sleeping like a baby.
I am here watching the snow melting on the pumpkins....

I'm not bitter.....

What my superman has been seeing the last week, nice view from our cottage, sigh....
What I have been seeing this week(note, not my kids, but you get the picture, right, LOL)
I'm dog tired and not the least bit bitter, oh ya, LOL.....
Wait until he gets home(insert an evil grin here)!!!!!!

Feeling under the weather. ;P

Feeling a bit under the weather, talk again soon......
Thank you for all the well wishes, starting to feel much better, funny when your a Mom there is not time for sickness, the laundry, meal times and kids just don't allow for that, LOL!!
Thanks again. ;)

Can't beat em, join em..

Wanted March to come in like this.

We got this!! So if you can't beat em, join em!

We went outside this morning for 2 hours. We had quite the storm last night, freezing rain, sleet and then come the dumping of the dreaded white stuff, about 10 cm in all.

So Mommy shovelled, the girls tobogganed and then we sat and had some hot chocolate and took a much needed break.

Here is Jack enjoying some playtime, he loves to rub his face in the snow.

I personally he saw the camera come out and is playing shy!

Oh Mom, put the camera away!

I am not going to be on your blog, Mom, did you hear me!!!

Disgruntled Employee

Caution!!
Post not intended for the weak of heart, contains whining, snark and a lot of **%&$#.
Consider yourself warned.
As you are all aware(from past posts of whining)we are dealing with the super bugs of all super bugs. The kids , myself and now Superman(AKA. Hubby)has been stricken with some sort of cold/flu. Superman has been home now since Thursday, he was terrific and took a family day for me so I could concentrate on getting some rest, then he had some scheduled days off.
Well in those days off Superman fell ill, he never gets sick(after all he is Superman)so it is hitting him hard.
Since Thursday I feel like I have gone from Mom to disgruntled employee of the month, I have felt like I'm near death and I still have had to cook, clean, laundry and look after the needs of the girls, what the h*#@!!!
Why is it Moms need to pick up their a$$es and keep functioning like your well and the management get to lie in their beds or on the couch. I must admit he is a good patient, he never complains(Good thing, he might be a lot worse off!!).
But come on, we are both under the weather, the kids need to be fed, clothed and yes even entertained so they'll stop crawling on the walls and ceilings!!
If management treated their employee nicer and fair the work environment might be a lot more pleasant.
I am off now to get caught up on the laundry or Superman kryptonites are going Commando tomorrow, yes no clean undies in the castle...
P.S. If there are spelling mistakes, my apologies, I can't get spell check to work, arrrrr....

Dinah, won't you blow your horn.

For a couple of weeks now, Jillian has developed a fear of the train whistles that haunt our home in the wee hours of the night. We live along a river, on the other side of it are the CN tracks.

Now this is the sign that stands stoic as the rumbling steel giants roar past, yes, you read it properly!! NO WHISTLES at this crossing.

Now, I am no fool, I know that under certain circumstances one should blow the horn, animals standing on tracks, car stalled or crossing in between wig-wags or I suppose the odd crazy drunk passed out lying belly up sleeping in the rails. But MR. Conductor, must you play tunes at three, four and five in the morning? Are you jealous that I live in a BEDROOM community and I might(OR NOT) be sleeping. Fear not I haven't had much rested slumber in a few weeks, my little one hears your beckoning from a distance and wails above your horn. While Mommy(yes, Daddy too) has the gift of getting Jilly-bean to settle rather quickly I am left to toss and turn and count your toots well into the night until dawn.

So I am begging you, please , please stop calling me in the starry night, roll quietly down the rail.

I need sleep, please, pretty please, sh sh sh............

I'd rather be....

I'd rather be anywhere, or doing anything but...
you guessed it , housecleaning.
Have to clean the castle, we are having a birthday party tomorrow for "Nana".
So off I go to be intoxicated with the heavenly scents of lemon, bleach and pine.
Have a nice day, hmmm...

Bee in my bonnet...

Recently my hubby and girls went to a very large family function, a family picnic that has been going on since 1912. It involves many hours of organizing, many people come to the table and give countless hours of their free time.
It is always such a great time , we love attending every year. After the blessing there are a list of family announcements as everyone is devouring all the favourite, handed down for many generations , family recipes.
When the family announcements come to births each child is presented with an engraved silver spoon, it's gorgeous. They announce the name of the child, birthdate and hand them the spoon. This was Jillian's year to be presented to her extended family. As each name was read we enjoyed seeing the new babies, then it was our turn.
"Jillian Askew, chosen child of Mr. and Mrs. Askew."
WHAT, I gave my husband a quick look with shock and disgust on my face, he in turn looked like I could knock him over with a feather. Now don't get me wrong, I know this was not meant with malice, prejudice but with ignorance.
Why is it that society(and family) choose to label my children, yes they are chosen, adopted but I don't feel they need to be reminded especially by family at a social function. I didn't hear them refer to so and so 's baby as baby M the invitro baby or baby K the baby of a single mom.
Why is it adopted children are labelled in society, an example, Angelina Jolie's children are always referred in articles as her adopted children and biological child Shiloh is referred to as her daughter. Why do they label them, duh, everyone with a brain can figure it out.
I felt my children were in a Jane Elliot(diversity trainer) blue eyes/brown eyes experiment and were being centered out, do you remember that from the 1960's?
I think all of our family can figure out by looking at my hubby and I that our girls are adopted.
Anyway it feels good to put it on the screen because it has been bothering me. I have had a bee in my bonnet and this has been buzzing around my head long enough, some things you have to let go of and realize it was out of ignorance.

I really know how it feels to have a bee in my bonnet, hubby and I did hobby (15 hives) beekeeping for about 5 years.

Woman at work

Warning: This post contains a photo that might be considered inappropriate to some, viewer discetion is advised. Content NOT considered appropriate for younger viewing audiences, will scar them permanently. For viewing pleasure DO NOT open to full screen, arse bulges and cellulite will bite. Facial expression may offend some.

Yes, this is me sanding our kitchen cupboards on the weekend, if you want a job done, get another woman or do it YOURSELF. Our cupboards are in good shape but I am tired of the color, we are going pale, so there is a lot of prep work. Now this is something I am used to doing as I stripped(in the 90's, yes I stripped!!) all the old baseboards in our rental home, sanded and stained them.
I am a little cranky as I have to do them while I am watching hubby get fences moved for the big excavation happening early next week. First things first, MEN!!!
So blogging is a little slow as I am a LITTLE BUSY!!!!
Hubby just came home with a present for me, flowers you wonder, no liquid sandpaper.
He might of just signed his DEATH WISH.
Enuff whining, back to work.

Na Na Na Boo

As Sen had wrote in one of her posts about parents pretending to ignore their children's full out, full blown temper tantrums, I had to smile.

This has been my life for the last while, Jilly -bean has been having some real doozies lately, compounded with some rude gestures, cute, very cute.

Now Jillian has always been my child who loves to test her boundaries, loves to have control and in my tormented mind loves to torture me. One incident in the early Spring I took her to the mall shopping, I should have known better as she had her crabby pants on the whole morning.

We enter the mall, she goes into a full blown, arm flailing tantrum and proceeds to throw herself on the floor and scream like she was being murdered.

There was a bench nearby so with coffee in hand I sat down and proceeded to pretend to ignore her, no it was not working for me, my blood pressure rose as people walked by in disgust of my devil-child throwing herself in an arched back position on the floor and turned her head frantically from side to side all the while screaming. At this point I couldn't take it anymore I tried to put my arm under her arched back and scoop her up when she let herself down and went limp noodle. I managed to pick her up and threw her over my shoulder as she is kicking me in the stomach, now at my boiling point, I out to the green machine and threw her into the car seat, just as I bent down to buckle her in she hauled off and whacked me in the nose, stars******, I am seeing stars*******. Blood is pouring, I grabbed an old Kleenex from the console and hold my nose and get into the driver's seat, buckle up my belt. I pushed the Kleenex into each nostril and put the screaming mobile into gear, I grab for my coffee to calm my frazzled nerves, crap my coffee is in the mall on the bench.

I screech into Tim's turning the corner almost on two wheels I'm so upset, get to the window, order in a yelling voice to drown out squawker, pull ahead with money in hand.

The poor woman at the window looked at me in complete horror like I had a third eye or had been hit with a bat, sh*t I had forgotten I had shoved Kleenex up my nostrils had blood on my face and had a screaming hysterical baby in a car seat. I think she thought the baby and I had gone ten rounds and I had lost and Jillian was cranked and screaming because she still wanted another piece of me.

Long story short, calmed my nerves with coffee and yes, nursed a very black fractured nose and two dark eyes.

At present the tantrums are not physical now that she has a cute little (meant loud ) voice, she is not so frustrated. Jillian now sticks her tongue out, blows raspberries and says Na Na Na Boo(thanks to her big sister, who by the way has never said this to me)and her most famous line"Bad Mommy". We have tried everything under the sun to curb this rude behaviour but all she does is scream even louder and then in acute little voice and a smile says"Sorry Mom", turns her back and throws a raspberry. AAAAHHHHH.

I am so frustrated, embarrassed, I do not want to even take the child in public at present, thinking that people will take her behaviour as a reflection of how I parent. My hubby takes the who the h*ll cares attitude, I just am at wit's end, HELP!!! Any suggestions out there???

Garage Widow.

Warning, there's about to be a lot of whine in this post, grab a glass and and sit on you a**.
I mean no disrespect to my dear hubby(note to my Mother-in-law)but this is about you, all about you.

Last week we received the permit and the go ahead to build our new 21/2 car garage. Now this is pretty exciting because I really want my hubby tools ect. out of the basement and stored in his new man house.

The thing that is eating my butt is for a couple of months (maybe longer) my kitchen, the room I live in(really, that and the laundry room)has been under major construction. Now the reno is being put on the back burner because the man room has to be started immediately.

My hubby is an Electrician by trade(and an electrical controller) and is the ultimate handyman, there is no job that man can't tackle. The problem is he can not say "NO" to anyone else that needs his expertise.

So my jobs around the house stay unfinished and looking like crap.

So I have told him this weekend he is going to be very busy starting to work on my room while I keep the girls out of the tools , paint and tile grout.

The man room is going to be as big as my house and the cost keep rising like my temper, he was going to put radiant heating in the floors for an extra 3grand, can you say nooooo!

Then there is going to be cathedral ceilings in the front of the garage, for hanging things like canoes(we don't own one mind you)or hubby by the seat of his pants. The next cost is my fave the floors, they will be nicer than my kitchen. It's a pour floor, an epoxy that you can tint and put pretty confetti and sparkles in it. I bet he will keep the floor spotless all the while dropping a trail of cookie crumbs through the kitchen to his new abode, oh I am snarly tonight!!

Oh I just know this baby is going to break the bank!!

" OUCH"

Frustrated

I am frustrated, all the coffee, drugs or visits from Super nanny have not helped!!
Jilly-bean has always been my spirited child, she rebels against Mommy and has always wanted to test her boundaries with me, but lately..
Every night for the last week she has gone to bed, tucked in with story, hugs and kisses and lights out. Five frickin' seconds she is out of her bed partyin' and destroying like only an f5 tornado can do. So in goes Mommy to tell her it's lights out and time for sleep, tuck her blankets(she must be OCD, they have to be tucked in a certain way)she gets in and I walk away, she follows me screaming and screeching like a cat being swung by it's tail (I LOVE cats, none were injured in the process of this bedtime routine). I then follow Super Nanny's advice and do not interact with her, place her back in her bed and sit at the door not looking at her. Jill will get out because she is testing Mom, I put her back in , this cat and mouse game goes on for a half hour. Tired of this game, she resorts to something that gets under my skin, she scream so the neighbours think I a killing her. This continues for another half hour, I am NOT happy at his point. the night before I was so frustrated I retreated to the family room downstairs(afraid I might scream myself) and she she followed me, sat at the top of the stairs screaming. After a long period of time, she gave in and went in,tucked herself in (to her liking)and went to sleep.
Last evening my husband put her to bed and she got out once, placed back in and she went off to dreamland like an angel, I was PO'ed. I felt like I was a failure, what was I doing wrong??
Pullin' out my hair and lifting up my eyelids.