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Thursday, June 25, 2009

A different kind of Post (Sorry this is long)

I don't usually post about things other than my scrappin and stampin, but I have got to vent somewhere and today, its gonna be here! I guess there is no better place to vent since you all can just choose to not read this and I still get to get things off my chest.

As most of you know, I am a single mother of three boys. These boys keep me laughing each and every day, but, they make me cry every day too! What you ask can these three beautiful boys do to make me cry? Let me tell you!

Last week was the first week of summer vacation. My oldest is 13, so I decided to let them stay home this summer (Easier on the pocketbook too, since my ex 50K behind in child support and summer camp is 400 a week for three boys of their age)

So, on the second day of their summer vacation, I came home from work, I wasn't even in the in the house, maybe ten minutes (I still had my uniform on) and there is a large rap on the door followed by the landlord walking in the house. (He doesn't usually do this)

Apparently, my darling little sons were throwing "bags of paint" at the house next door (also the landlord's house), which turned out to be bags filled with baking soda and vinegar, which make a nice little chemical reaction if you have never seen it. The person who called the landlord also reported that there were about 10 (which turned out to be 4) climbing on the shed next door.

After searching the yard, we found the worst part of all, FLAME THROWERS!!!!! Yep, my beloved children were tying grill lighters to aerosol cans and well, you know the rest....

Now, I am not a tall woman, at 5'3" and my 13 year old is as tall (maybe taller, I'm in denial) as I am (It's kind of funny wagging my finger at some one I have to look up to) What was my so very responsible 13 year old doing while the younger ones were engaged in flame throwing?? Apparently, you can't keep an eye on your brothers while engaged in an engrossing game of Wii Sports.

OMG, can you believe that I dont have any gray hair yet?

So, my younger brother (he's 30) had occassion to be available for staying at my house this summer (long story in and of its self) so, he came down to spend some time with his wayward nephews (Now let me tell you, 15 years ago, I would never have imagined my brother being responsible enough to watch any ones kids) but, desperate times.......

So, on Father's day, the base had an air show (It also happened to be my brother's birthday) so we all spent a nice day watching the air show and then went out to an early dinner at a chinese buffet. My middle son (yes, you don't have to tell me about the middle son theory) asked me for some of my tea (reportedly, because his was empty) I graciously shared my tea with my parched child, who returned me an empty cup.

Before I go on, let me tell you that my dad put some hot sauce on his food and said the hot sauce was a little much for him (I didnt know anything was a little hot for him) I am sure you can see where I am going with this......

Yep, my beloved middle son, gave me his cup and said, I really wasnt out of tea mom, here ya go. Not catching on just yet, I grabbed the cup from his precious little hand and took a nice big gulp of, YEP, HOT SAUCE!!!! (some combination of hot sauce, soy sauce and tea) After finishing my dad's drink, my brother's drink and starting on my dad's girlfriend's tea, my chest starts to tighten and as I start coughing like a sputtering engine, I realize this fabulous cocktail my son gave me has brought on an asthma attack....

So, on to today.... I took some time off to clean my house and get my brother moved in. I am sitting here in my own living room and the kids are playing with water balloons in the front yard (it is supposed to be 90 today). I hear a horn blow out front, followed by "GO GET YOUR MOM!" I go to the door, to find that my dear sons have decided to stop throwing balloons at eachother and substitute it for throwing them at oncoming cars. AND, the car they chose..... none other than an unmarked police car....... HOLY CRAP I AM GONNA GO GRAY!!!!!

Thanks for listening

5 comments:

Beth Norman said...

Dear Lord, aren't you having a hard time!! I am sooo sorry for what you are going through. I cannot even imagine how difficult a time this is for you. Sharing must have been hard too. TFS. Sending hugs,

Beth

Shirley said...

Oh my goodness! I am with Beth and really sorry you have to go through this. Feel free to vent anytime, you do have listeners:)

Kerry Stanek said...

Boy can I relate to your plight! I was a single mom for 10 years and couldn't afford to have someone watch my kids either. I thought they were old enough to do the job themselves. Wrong! Years later, I hear tales of them putting my youngest in 2 laundry baskets with pillows, taping them together and rolling him down the stairs! Cops coming to my door because "someone" had been throwing eggs at the neighbours house. They once tried to pull a plug out of the wall by prying it with a metal spoon!! I feel for you - right down to the ex being a deadbeat dad!! It's a hard job when you are just doing what you can... You have a long distance sister in COMPLETE understanding. But they do grow up - and one day you may laugh... maybe... ;)

Kerri said...

Oh, I have to say that I am SO sorry! I am also a single mom of 3 boys, my oldest is 12 1/2. wish I could say more. If you ever need to talk feel free to e-mail me! Kerri

Erika Martin - Stampin' Mama said...

Holy crap! Wow.....I'm so sorry you're having to deal with this. I have no profound words of advice, but just know that I'm thinking of you and praying for you!