Sunday's "SERIOUSLY??" moments. a little blitching i need to get off my chest.

seriously why is it every time i buy more strawberries to make more freezer Jam the kids hork them down. and there aren't enough left to make the flippin' jam. Pierce was eating them two fisted at Costco in the cart. unwashed! now that is CLASSY!
and my kids only like homemade jam now. and the last batch of strawberry is almost all gone.

how did that happen? and of course strawberries aren't in season, so they aren't cheap. dang it. i guess they'll have to learn to like store bought jam.

Seriously? family parties. i have a love hate relationship with them. even with my own family. somehow i got stuck being the adult supervision outside roasting marshmallows for 45 minutes ALONE. while all the other adults sat inside chatting together. SHAFTED! usually Lance is the one outside supervising. and he doesn't love that either, but, it doesn't bother me near as much when i'm the one inside chatting it up. i know that doesn't make me look that great but it's true. so tonight i was the marshmallow nazi. making everyone take turns and yelling at them to not put more sticks in the fire. or get too close. finally i made other mom's join me. but it was too little too late if you ask me. ;)

what was the kid to adult ratio outside? let me take a moment to count it up...

me that's 1 adult

and

Jeffery,christian,Tyler,Kyle,Nick,Emma,Colin,Carter,

Sadie,Porter,Zane,Aiden,Mckenna,Peyton,Liberty,Paxton,

Hope,Pierce,Will,Nate,Maria,Garret,Maggie,

23 kids.

hmmm rad. sure kids were in and out getting other food, and doing other stuff and an adult came out for a minute here and there. but i was the supervisor. me alone conversing with kids. roasting marshmallows.

Oh and best part while i was outside they were handing out assignments for Thanksgiving. WTH? what happened to emailing it? and why wasn't i present for that? GAY! and i mean gay in the lame meaning,not the homo meaning.SERIOUSLY?

yes i am spoiled. and yes i always make the same thing every year for the last 10 years. and yes i do it just like my mother trained me. so of course I'm going to do the same thing again this year. it's tradition. isn't it?

seriously i pitched a minor fit about me not making the stuffing. WHAT? i always make the stuffing. just like my mother makes me. Chicken stove top, with Celery added, and cooked onion, and an extra box of cornbread stuffing. that is how it's supposed to be done. that is how it's been done at our family thanksgiving for YEARS. I've been doing it that way for the last 12 years at least. i guess i could make something else but why would i want to? and why did they ask for assignments when i (the most important person,in my mind anyway) wasn't in the freaking ROOM!?! i think people were conspiring against me. waiting until i wasn't around to take my standard traditional assignment.

then when i went inside for my beverage , the men went out. and eventually there was a horrible accident with Colin (one of the 4 year old twins that live at the house we were at tonight) he was goofing around in a chair ,too close to the fire. Lance had just warned him to move back, it was too close and he could get burned and he said "i don't care" and not 2 minutes later the kid falls over in his chair and burned his leg SUPER BAD on the side of the fire pit thing. ER visit bad. blistered and skin came off pronto bad. HUGE HUGE BUMMER. poor kid. but SERIOUSLY he was just warned. BAD! poor guy. lesson learned? Sad way to learn it.

after that we were all paranoid and i reverted to my old ways of yelling instructions out the door. and finally going out and yelling directly at kids that kept adding wood to the fire. makes me CRAZY! kids are scary. fire and kids are super scary.

then we went home. and i had to FORCE kids to sit in the back 3 rows instead of the front one. (we have 4 benches in the 15 passenger van) i need the buffer of the empty front row between the kids and our seats. I'm tired of people listening in to my conversation the whole way anywhere. i need some space. a little time to think or talk to Lance without people butting in, or talking, or making stupid sounds right by me. or kicking my seat or fighting and whining. it was a very pleasant trip home.

seriously why do my kids fight me on showering, and getting their hair washed? i made them shower tonight. and MADE them let me wash their hair. i made them hop in, scrub down themselves while i washed hair, and then hose off, and get out. NEXT, i didn't even turn the water off between kids. NEXT. assembly line shower. in and out. in and out. and then it was time for bed. yay!

moving on to right about now.

SERIOUSLY, lance is calling pierce like a DOG. COME ON, Pierce, come on. come on Pierce come on. what is THAT? he's not a dog. he''s tricking him to go lay down upstairs.

SERIOUSLY pierce has not been sleeping well. stinking kid has been coming in our bed in the middle of the night. and twice this weekend he bonked me in the head with his giant NOGGIN. CRACK! i had a minor goose egg. there is something REALLY unpleasant about being woken up that way. it's enough to make me cuss in my sleep. or non sleep. OUCH! and i really love being kicked all night too as he laid sideways between us. and jacked me in the ribs a few times.

DINNER? it was SERIOUSLY FABULOUS! we had green chile chicken enchilada's again. and then beef enchilada's with red sauce. and hmm. homemade Pico. yeah it was delightful.

we had company.

then i made carmels and they were REALLY chewy this time. and i prefer the softer ones. but lance likes these. and they tasted Fab. just not what i was hoping for.

ok so if you seriously read all this blitching you are a true blog friend.

and if you are family. (i hesitated to blitch but it SOOOOO had to be blitched) take note. and take a turn supervising the pack of kids. it's not fair that someone always gets shafted supervising while you chat inside with adults. AND i find it amazing that certain family members can sit outside supervising and not really watch what the hell their own kids are doing much less anyone Else's. now i know i can be a screaming Meany and total harpy to my own kids and everyone Else's. but at least i keep an eye out.

and if i am there i can discipline my own kid thank you very much. if there is an infraction, let me know and I'll take care of it. i generally come off way more severe than anyone else. so if i am present keep your mouth shut if you happened to miss me reaming my own kids. and keep your opinion of my kids to yourself. or share it later in the car or after we've gone. but not to my kids.

i don't need anyone else giving my kids a complex, i can manage that ALL BY MYSELF. and YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW WHAT I THINK OF YOU OR YOUR KIDS. I'm just saying. i don't make my opinions known. it's not my place. and i expect the same from everyone else. TAKE NOTE.

So feel better? i do . anyone else wanna blitch about anything?

have you had to say SERIOUSLY? about anything this weekend? i realize i'm not spiritual and sweet ever on my Sunday blog posts. it's just not me. I'M SOOO NOT Spiritual or sweet EVER.

i'm not gonna fake it on sunday. i speak the truth. or my version of it anyway.

SERIOUSLY!

hope your monday morning is SUPER FABULOUSO