I swore I would not became "that parent" ...

Eythen has been playing little league football this year ... and Clint has been coaching his team.  I must admit ... I was not sold on the idea of my little man being in pads and helmet ... all the while I sit in the stands holding my breath hoping he does not get hurt.  But ... come to find out ... Eythen is a stud out on the field.  Who would have thought?!?!?!  He has won 4 awards this season so far for his defense and offense skills.  He pulls at least 4 flags (aka: this is "tackles" for flag football terms) ... if not more every game.  And most importantly ... he REALLY loves it.  He can not wait for practice ... and loves game days.

This past Sunday his league began their Super Bowl Tournement.  Eythen completely knew the importance of the game.  He knew that if they lost ... his season was done.  Not to mention ... Eythen is certain that if his little league flag football team wins the Super Bowl ... confetti will fall from the sky, a huge trophy will be handed to him and he will get to wear a hat that says "Eudora Cardinals Super Bowl Champs".  I am not sure where he got this idea from ... but he is certain it will happen.

Let me point out ... that I am my child's biggest cheerleader.  I hollar "Go Eythen" every now and then ... clap when I am suspose to ... cheer for another child if they do something good ... stare off into space 35% of the time ... and chat with the other Mom' 45% of the other time.  I swore I would NEVER be one of "those parents" that screamed at the refs ... cupped my hands around my mouth to scream something at my child ... walk up and down the sidelines following the game as it went down the field.  I was not gonna be one of "those parents" that other parents mumbled "geeze" under their breathes because "that parent" was getting out of control.

Nope.

Not. Me.

The game started off like all of the rest of them did this past season.  I sat on the bleachers yelling "Go Eythen" while gabbing to the rest of the Mom's sitting around me ... while answering Harleigh every 3 minutes as she asked me "How much longer".

Then one Mom made the comment that the ref's were not being very fair.

I still went on with my gabbing ... not really having a clue what was going on.

Then another Mom made the comment that a kid from the other team kept tackling her child.  (There is no tackling in flag football).

I glanced over ... but was not really sure what I was supsose to be looking for.

Then another Mom hollard "Ref's call something would ya".

I shook my head "yes" ... like all the other Mom's were ... but I still had no idea what I was agreeing to.

Then ... suddenly ... this little punk a** kid from the other team pulled MY SON'S arm so hard that it brought Eythen down to the ground.

Uhhh ...

NO!

The next play ... the same stupid #15 for the other team made a bee-line for Eythen and shoved him down.  Eythen stood up ... pointed at #15 while looking at the ref's.  The ref's did nothing.  BUT ... the other teams coach walked up to #15 AND HIGH-FIVED HIM!

Me:  Learn some sportsmanship for crying out loud!

Me:  You are alright Eythen!  Push through that line this time!  *said while cupping my hands and screaming extremely loud*

Wait ... is this an outer body experience?!?!?  Did I just do that?!?!?!

I looked around to see if other Mom's are whispering about me while giving me the stink-eye.

Nope ... every other Mom is screaming at the ref's as well.

Before I knew it ... I was standing up ... and walking down the field ... play by play.

Everytime Eythen did something great ... I screamed!

Everytime another player from our team did something great ... I screamed!

Everytime that darn #15 from the other team shoved my son down ... I screamed!

Everytime the ref's ignored the tackles and would call a penalty on us instead ... I screamed!

The other coaches were a bunch of dusche bags ... plain and simple.  They kept telling their kids to tackle ... and then would go over and congratulated that child right infront of one of Eythen's teammates that were down for the count.

I think all of the Mom's had mild heart attacks by the time it was all said and done ... and was more relieved that our son's did not get injured during the game.

On a side note ... as Eythen, me and the girls were walking back to the SUV after the game ... this is the conversation that happened:

Me:  Eythen!  I am so proud of you today!

Eythen:  I grabbed 4 flags!  AND I would of had 2 more if #15 would have stopped grabbing my arm.

Me:  I KNOW!  #15 did not play very good sportsmanship.

*out of the corner of my eye I notice that the 2 ref's from the game are getting ready to cross pathes with us*

Eythen:  I knew every time I was getting shoved it had to be #15.  He was strong AND BIG!

Me:  *said in a louder voice so the ref's could hear me*  The other team did not play very nice today.  The ref's should have noticed that they were tackling you guys nonstop and called it.  Good thing Eudora played a good game and did not play out of line.

*one ref slightly turns his head to see who is talking*

*I flash a smile and wave*

Darn it!!!  Where is my husband when I need him?!?!?!  Why couldn't Clint have heard me say that?!?!?!  He would have been proud of his "non-football-loving-wife" at that very moment.  Suddenly I had visions of Clint high-fiving me.  Either that ... or we could have chest-bumped.

I guess you could say ... that I am officially one of "those parents".  You may not wanna sit by me in the bleechers.  I might get excorted out of the next flag football game.

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Mother of the year award ...

That's right people!

I got Mother of the Year Award AGAIN!

Don't be hate'in on me.

Just except the fact that I am mad cool!

I am sure you are wondering why I got this amazing award AGAIN?!?!?!

Well ... let's just say ...

That a shiney red razor + my 7 year old son = a HOT MESS!

Oh yes ... that's right.

My son shaved the back of his head.

The other day I told Eythen to go and take a shower.  Now ... he normally takes a shower in the kids bathroom ... but Breeanna was taking 9 hours washing her hair this paticular day ... so I told Eythen to go and take a shower in my room.

Mistake #1.

As he is taking a shower ... I even thought to myself ... maybe I should go and check on him.  But I didn't.

Mistake #2.

Suddenly ... Eythen comes running towards me crying saying that the back of his head hurt.  I instantly check to see what is wrong.

I suddenly realize that he has some blood on the back of his head.

Me:  EYTHEN!  Are you ok?

I start to scann the rest of him to see if there is blood anywhere else.

Eythen:  *sniffle*  *sniffle*  NO!!!!

Me:  What happened?

Eythen:  I don't know?

Me:  Why is your head bleeding?

Eythen:  I don't know!

Then I notice patches of his hair are gone on the back of his head.

Me:  Eythen ... why do you have hair missing?

Before he could even take a breath ... I suddenly remembered I had just layed out a brand new bright red razor in our shower.

Mistake #3.

Now ... let me just say that Eythen has never once messed with my razors.

Until today.

Me:  Eythen!  Did you touch Mommy's razors?

Eythen:  I don't know.

I take off to my bathroom to find the bright red razor.  And sure enough ... the razor is full of little hair's off the back of Eythen's head.

Crap!

Eythen:  If you did not want me to touch it you should not have left it out for me to touch.  *sniffle*  *sniffle*

Mistake #4.

This is about a week "after" the razor
took off a chunk of my son's head.

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My eyes are burning ...

The other day I told Clint Clint decided to make his homemade onion rings and grill some juicy hamburgers.  These world famous really yummy onions rings do have a few down falls.

1.  Clint and I end up eating them just as fast as he pulls them out of the grease ... and we end up being to full to eat the hamburgers by the time they are done.

2.  They are full of grease.

3.  While Clint is slicing up the onions ... everyone within a 10 feet radius of Clint ... eyes are burning and watering.

Not only are these onion rings world famous really yummy ...

But it means that I do not have to cook.

This is the solution that Breeanna came up with to help with issue #3.

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Will the toothfairy come again???

In a previous post I told you about Eythen having his first visit from the toothfairy.
The following night I noticed he had another "tooth container" with a hot pink string sitting on his bookshelf.

Now ... I found it odd that this tooth container was there for a few reasons:

1.  I was CERTAIN that the toothfairy took Eythen's teeth when she paid him a visit last night before she brushed her teeth and went to bed.

2.  I was CERTAIN that Eythen's tooth container had a blue string ... not a hot pink string.

3.  I was pretty sure that this tooth container belonged to Harleigh because she left strict instructions for the toothfairy that she wanted to keep her teeth last summer.

So ... needless to say ... my very clever son decided to test out the toothfairy and see if he left some more teeth (even if they came out of someone elses mouth) if he could score some more money.

Nice try kid!!!

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The toothfairy is coming ...

Eythen FINALLY lost his bottom two teeth.  The poor boy has swore up and down for the past year that one of his teeth were loose ... and it was gonna fall out any minute.  So you can only imagine ... that when we had our last cleaning at the dentsit office ... and they suggested that Eythen should have his bottom two teeth pulled out to make room for the adult teeth coming in ... Eythen was BEYOND thrilled.

He walked in with his blankie ... for moral support ... and to make him "brave".

And he walked out ALL SMILES ... minus two teeth.

He could hardly wait to show the world that his two bottom teeth were gone.

More importantly ... he was ready for the tooth fairy to FINALLY come and pay him a visit.

*flash forward to bedtime*

*Eythen and I walking up the stairs so I can tuck him in for bed*

Eythen:  So how exactly does this toothfairy thing work, Mom?  Do I leave my teeth under my pillow?  Does the toothfairy take my teeth?

Harleigh:  If you want to keep your teeth Eythen ... just leave a note for the toothfairy ... and she will leave them.

Eythen:  I could really care less about the teeth.  I am more interested in the money.

Me:  Let's put your teeth on your bookshelf ... and I am sure the toothfairy will find them with no problem.

When I ... I mean ... the toothfairy went upstairs to get the
teeth and leave the money ...
this is what I ... I mean ... the toothfairy found.

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Is it November yet ...

Ok ... I need to have a little pitty party for myself.  And since I do not have a bottle of wine to drown my sorrows in ... I am just gonna have to tell the whole internet world about my problems.

So settle in people ...

It is gonna be a long and bumpy ride.

At the begining of every school year Clint and I promise one another that we are not gonna bite off more than we can chew with the kids activities.  Every year we promise it ... but ... every year we some how convince ourselves that it is ok to add on one thing here or there.

Every darn year.

This year ...

I am pretty sure we are in way over our heads ...

Literally.

Which ... is why I can NOT WAIT for October to be over.  October means I get to take a few activites off my list and toss them in the "My children better look back and realize how much their Dad and I have done for them and truely appreciate it" pile.  That pile is right next to the "My kids have no idea how truely lucky they are to have a Mom like me" and to the left of "I would be a millionare if I did not have to pay for all of this crap" pile.

October has been one thing after another in the Moore household.  It started of with a "normal busy" ... then slowly progressed into a "I can't catch my breath I need to slow down abit" busy ... and is ending in a "hold on tight because this mother f***er is about to derail" busy.

We always say we are not gonna take so much on ... but where do you draw the line?  We want our kids to have all the opportunites that we can possibly give them.  We do not ever want them to look back and say "I wish I could have tried ...".  We want them to thrive and be the best at the activites that they truely love.  So where do we draw the line?  When does a parent say "No ... you are already doing to much"?  There is a really fine line ... and it is really hard to see when you are trying so hard to do everything possible for your kids.  I would give up my wine, pajama pants and hoodie sweatshirts ... if it meant that they could have the option of trying out another activiety in life ... that they might possibly be absolutely amazing at.

Clint and I already on the go nonstop as it is ... but we do it for our kids.  We keep the keys in the car every night ... take turns going to and from ... and let out a huge *sigh* at the end of every night as we colapse on the couch next to each other.  We do it ... because we want the best for our kids.  And truth be told ... come next year ... when kids are signing up for all these activities ... Clint and I will smile and one another ... and answer the kids with a "Sure you can do that".

With out the hussle and bussle in our household ... we would be lost honestly.

But that is not the only thing driving this Momma insane.  Oh no!  Did you really think you all were gonna get off that easy?  Really?

But ... I do not have time to complain anymore ... because Harleigh needs picked up from basketball practice.  Then 30 minutes later Breeanna needs picked up from dance class.

Is it November yet???

*sigh*

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ugh ...

I am not feeling so well today ... so I am gonna skip the blogging thing ... and stay in bed as much as possible.

I put Clint in charge of dinner ... which means he ordered pizza.

I put Eythen in charge of the entertanment for the evening ... which means he voted to rent Transformer 3.

I put Breeanna and Harleigh in charge of being sure the house remained under control while I am up in bed ... which means they are coming up every 15 minutes to update me on something going wrong.

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Another WTF moment ...

*dryer buzzer goes off*

*I walk towards the dryer while passing by the garage door ... which was open ... which should have been closed because the AC was on*

*go to close the door ... but hear a noise in the garage*

*quickly shut the door incase someone was in the garage ... because I did not have pants on ... and I possibly did not have a bra on either*

Me: Clint!  I think someone might be in the garage.

Clint:  Huh?  Who?

*pulling the clothes out of the dryer*

Me:  Huh?  I can't hear you in here.

Clint:  What?  Did you say something?

Me:  I have no idea what you are saying!

*Clint walks into the room as I am pulling the clothes out of the dryer*

Clint:  What did you say?

Me:  Huh?  I could not hear you talking in the other room.

Clint:  Who is in the house?

Me:  Someone is in the house?!?!?  I don't have pants on Clint!

Clint:  No ... you said someone was in the house.

Me:  No ... I said I thought someone was in the garage.

Clint:  Who?

Me:  I don't know.  I shut the door really quickly when I heard a noise in the gargage because of this ...

*waving my hands around my lower half of my body ... pointing out the factor that I do not have pants on*

*Clint opens the garage door*

*Clint shuts the garage door*

Clint:  OH!  That is just the kids pet turtle that you are hearing.

Me:  Oh.

Me:  Huh?

Me:  A what?

Me:  Uhhh?

*really confused look on my face ... because we DO NOT HAVE a pet turtle*

*innoncent smile on Clint's face*

Me:  Of course!  The kids pet turtle.  Of course that was the noise I heard.  Of course!

*said with ALOT of sarcasm*

Clint:  Oh ... the kids found a turtle down at Dallas's house (our neighbor that is 2 houses down from us) and they wanted to keep it as a pet.

*said like it was no big deal what so ever*

Me:  Get rid of the turtle.

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How many hours are in the day?!?!?

Today is one of those days that there are NOT enough hours in the day.

Not even close.

*sigh*

AND ... there are not enough of me to go around.

*double sigh*

I have exactly 7 1/2 hours till the kids get home to get all the "house duties" taken care of today.  And it is a big list today.  Since the kids did not have school yesterday ... I put them to work ... but you know how that goes.  My 10 year old and 8 year old do a pretty good job ... if they are bribed well enough.  My 7 year old ... well ... let's just say ... that I am pretty sure he deliberately throws his dirty underware in the hallway and sticks the Wii remotes on the bathroom counter ... just so I get aggervated enough ... that I take care of his room myself.  He learns from the best though ... my husband is the king of "I will get to it" ... and then I end up taking care of it myself.  So ... Eythen is just soaking up all of the knowledge that his Daddy is teaching him ... and putting it to use with his Mommy.

Anyways ... It is now 9:30 am and I am already ready for a nap.

*yawn*

Beds are made ... including my sheets and bedspread are in the washer due to the little present that Harleigh's dog decided to leave on my bed this morning.

*sigh*

Dinner is in the oven for this evening.

Clint's lunch is already made for tomorrow and in the frig.

Dishes are washed ... but they are not put away yet.  Any volunteers?

Kitchen is scrubbed.

Bathrooms are scrubbed ... except the bathtubs.  Any volunteers?

Went and got stamps ... paid bills ... and ran to the post office to mail them all.  Stamps are so darn expensive.  I am starting to think it might be cheeper to hand deliver some of them anymore.  Even if the places are 6 states away.

I went through Eythen's closet and pulled out all of the clothes that will not fit him much longer.  When I started this project ... I thought there might be a clothes basket full ... which is why I started the pile in the middle of his room.  I thought it would be a quick "in and out" project ... but 45 minutes later ... the pile is up to my hips and 6 piles deep.  So ... I am in a bit of a pickle now.  I have no where to put the clothes ... and they are in the MIDDLE of my 7 year olds bedroom ... which is plays in every day after school.  Crap!

Laundry that I did yesterday ... are all put in drawers and hung up and put away in closests.

I just need to vacuum, sweep and mop.  Now ... this HAS to be done while the kids are at school.  A MUST.  It also has to be done while my hubby is at work.  If I fail to do so ... then I will have spilled juice on the kitchen floor 30 minutes after mopping and muddy boot footprints 20 minutes after I mopped.  It is just a little known fact.  IF I make sure that I do it while no one is in the house ... then I have at least a hour of clean and sparkling floors.  Well ... that is until the dog decides to throw up on the kitchen floor ... 15 minutes after I mop.

Once school is out today ... it is go time.

Literally.

Harleigh and Breeanna have private dance lessons first thing this evening.

Breeanna has an away volleyball game shortly after.

Eythen has football practice while Breeanna's volleyball game is going on.

Harleigh has tap/ballet dance class just when Eythen's football practice is just about done and over with.

OH ... did I mention that my hard working husband is working a 16 hour shift ... and will not be home until well after the kids are home and sound asleep.

*head spinning*

I have NO FLIPPING CLUE how single parents do it.  God Bless each and every one of them.  I would loose my mind.  Literally.  I already feel like I need to be in a psych ward about 22 hours out of each day ... and that is on a good day.  Thank goodness Clint and I have made some amazing friends in this town to help us out in situations like this.  You each know who you are ... and we TRUELY appreciate the help that you bless us with on days like this. 

Thank you!

We owe each of you amazing friends some wine or beer!  Clint is working enough over time this week ... that I will be sure he hits the liquor store on his way home on Friday.

*cheers*

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Help please ...

There is no blogging today.

Nope.

Not gonna do it.

To much to do today ... and not enough hours in the day to squeeze in blogging on the fine Monday afternoon.

The kiddos are home from school today ... so I have been bribing them with cake ... if they help me clean the house.

Needless to say ... a sugar induced clean fest has it's pros and cons.

Before the kiddos realize that I made an escape from the Scrubbing Bubbles to log into the computer and check my email ... check my facebook ... and log into my blog ...

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Here we go again ...

Here we go again ... it is midnight ... and I am wide awake.

*UGH*

So ... I thought I would do something productive ...

Since cleaning the bathrooms was not on my "productive list" ...

I decided to blog.

Yeah for you!!!

Boo for my toilets and showers!!!

So like many other sleepless nights when I blogged about stupid random thoughts that ran through my head at any given moment in time throughout the day ...

I thought I would share with you some more stupid random thoughts.

I think that my GPS needs to stop telling me to turn at the next corner ... and instead start saying things like:  Warm ... Warmer ... No idiot  - Cold ... Warmer ... Hot ... Your are freaking on fire!!!  You have arrived at your destination.  That is more "my terms" ... and perhaps would save me from getting lost so often.

I am pretty sure that the Princles guy ... and the Monopoly guy are related in some way!!!

Why can I remember a friend's middle name from 1st grade ... but I can never remember why I walked into the kitchen?!?!?

My children do not come with instructions.  Besides ... if they did ... it would be way to confusing to read and I would not understand them in the least bit.

How is it that dogs can sniff out a bomb ... save a guy from drowing ... keep a blinde person from walking out into traffic ... BUT my daughters dog can NOT figure out how to unwind herself around a tree when her leash gets tangled up in it?!?!?

Definition of DIET ... Do. I. Eat. That.

I sometimes think that if my husbands alarm clock could talk it would say "Get the hell up already" after he hits it for 45 minutes staright.

I do not think it is fair that laundry and dishes multiply faster in my household ... than rabbits.

Dear bowl that keeps coming out of the dishewasher dirty:  If you think I am gonna caress you with a sponge ... you are wrong.  Back in b*tch.  Sincerly - Me

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