Showing posts with label grumping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grumping. Show all posts

Monday, August 2, 2010

My Friend

These tears I cry for you,
These prayers I pray for you,

As left behind
I watch you
getting smaller
in the distance.

It begins to rain
and the teardrops
and raindrops
sweep you farther away.

My eyes see you no longer
But in my heart,

there you are
Grieving, as I am.

Through this pain
We trust and we pray;
God is guiding this flood
He is causing this rain

And only He knows when we
shall see each other again.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Trying to Chill

It's awfully hot here.

Laying on the floor is cooler than working around the house.

It's also cooler than packing for our one night camping trip that I have to be ready for tomorrow.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Rainy Day

Maybe I'll believe those people who say the weather changes moods.

This morning was lousy. A fuzzy blur, a grumbly unsuccessful venture.

My entire morning accomplishments were:
one bad mood
one vacuumed house (300+ ants included)
ten toys stepped on
four cranky kids (due to neglect and their mother's aforementioned bad mood)
one car seat/booster seat switcheroo
one unleavened loaf of bread tossed out into the compost.

The unleavened bread was just a bit much for me this morning. It smelled so good (drool). But then seeing the small lump of dough in the bread pan after such a poor morning, and to top it all off, so long after passover, all this failed to excite any enthusiasm in me. Quite the opposite. AND I had spent two minutes this morning hovering over the bread maker checking and double checking to make sure that all the necessary ingredients were there. I suspected something was missing. It was my brains. (The lack of yeast may have had a little to do with it too.)

Monday, February 1, 2010

Forts and comforts

There are days when I long for my childhood. Did anyone have a better childhood that I did? I doubt it. But, they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder...so also the older I get the more golden those years become.

Oh! For the comfort of something warm and familiar!
(Thup thup thup)

I wish the kids could enjoy everything I did as a kid, like making forts from bunk beds and blankets.

Which reminds me that they'll probably never have 20 acres of land to explore, piles of scrap lumber and re-straitened nails to use and trees galore to attach these things to in the name of a fort.

And then I remember that I am being ungrateful again, and must also lower my standards and expectations for my kids.

After all, they say even city kids can turn out okay, although I have never seen any evidence of that.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Pack

Next time I pack for a holiday with a less-than-a-month old, I think I shall actually do some packing before the last day.

I'm stiff.

And not done.

No pics today 'cause the camera is in the bag. Lest I forget it.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Blue blue green Christmas

Phil is at a work Christmas "do" right now.
I am at home with the kids
Who aren't listening to me
And are fighting with each other.

I am SO not jealous.
I guess I could clean the house
Or feed the kids.
Or pack for Wednesday...

Instead of moping.

Friday, September 25, 2009

September Sob Story

Prepare to wail despondently.
(Or not...depending on your mood.)

We seeded our grass two weeks ago, since we understood that any work that might get done on our yard would happen in October sometime. Which would give our grass plenty of time to grow and put down their roots, and all that fun stuff. Then our yard got shrunk today. And trampled (minorly).

As you can see, we have lost possession of some precious ground. It is very precious indeed, to me, and although it never was mine to start with, it still hurts to loose it.

I think I'll wail despondently for a while.

Or I could be an adult, and just get over it.
Maybe my kids would learn something from that.
But just in case they won't, and I be disappointed from the effort that is fruitless, I may just give in to these emotions.

Oh, and I think I just lost a filling.
Ouch.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Post Holiday Blues





Everyone feels drab except for Matthew. He feels like trouble. And he is it too.

Reading through my hospital preregistration package (and the OODLES of forms I need to fill out all for that) has put me into a rather drab mood. It's muggy outside. Thankfully it's cloudy--or else it'd be too hot for me. Soon I'll be off...I'm relieved to "dump" the kids off at a friends so that I can get an ultrasound done, plus the pregnancy diabetes test. In a few minutes I'll have to chug water and get familiar full full bladder feeling...then after that, the one hour test where you drink some disgustingly sweet beverage and they take your blood an hour later. I convinced myself into doing it by taking a good book along. :) Like a mini holiday. ;)

Nathan's crying in bed instead of being quiet and he's gonna wake up Matthew who can't be any worse than this morning (I hope).

Hope ya'll have a lovely day!

Oooh, a bright red cardinal on a drab looking chain link fence. Now it's gone.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Party park protest


There was a park redone a little farther away from "our" park. It's handicap accessible, it has a splash pad, and it's got brand new play equipment. It used to be the park where the teenagers hung out, smoked, and had an occasional drink. Now they've moved to our park, since it's less popular and more isolated.

"OK kids,
keep your shoes on so you don't get glass cuts on your feet.
Don't pick up the broken bottles so you don't cut your fingers.
Don't touch those cigarette buds so you don't get sick.
Have fun!"

(You can see an empty 24 box of Lakeport beer sticking out of the garbage can. It's a shame that only 3 or 4 of the empty bottles made it in the garbage too.)

The kids still have fun





but I think I might contact the city parks dudes and complain...see if there's anything they can do to make sure it doesn't get worse, or perhaps prevent further partying. Or just promote responsible partying.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

"Just so you know...we'll be posting a sign in the future..."

"that will say "no children allowed in the ultrasound rooms.""
(I wonder, what they will do when children need an ultrasound done?)
"Yes, I'm sorry."
"You really can't take all three kids in the room with you. It's small, and it's dark."
"They'll be fine."

Did I think taking all three kids for my prenatal ultrasound was going to be a party?
Probably.
Did I try to find a babysitter for them?
Probably.
Was it my fault one friend is in China, another in Vancouver, and the rest busy chaperoning a field trip for their kids in school?
Probably.
After all, it's probably MY fault that I don't have more friends. :p

The grumpy lady ended up taking Nathan and Melanie behind the reception desk and watching them while they colored. Matthew was in the stroller and fell asleep in the muggy room before half of it was up.
All's well that ends well.

Next time, if I go to the same place, I'll make sure I don't take all three...
or four...

Thursday, June 11, 2009

One WHOLE hour left 'til supper time

We had friends over all day...but then they left. And what does that leave us with now that it's raining and suppertime is an hour (AT LEAST) away.


The after visit blues, the after visit blues!

Nothing left for us to do but remember what's not true.

None of us have had enough sleep.
We're all gonna break down and weep.

I think it's time to to have a fight:

Nathan and Melanie proceed to smack their heads into each other, and complain that there is not enough room.
I point out the following free space available:

but there are no takers.
Sigh.
The after visit blues...

Fortunately, I felt inspired (even if ever so briefly). I hauled out some sheets from the closet and set to work

with a little help.

Now all the dogs

and cats

and other animals
have been set loose from the barnyard.
I imagine this will buy me at least 10 minutes of "no fight time".
Maybe I should have another 5 such activities up my sleeve.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Traumatic morning time

This morning I woke up to hear the alarm clock radio say that Air Canada declared bankruptcy over the weekend, and they will be providing 8% refunds to customers, 12% to stockholders, and 12 million to something else...can't remember what.
Only 8% back to me???
What about the wedding I'm hoping to go to???
Will another flight company be available???
What am I to do???

Wake up time, Mommy Roze.
The real alarm goes off.
"Weather will be cloudy...yadayada yada."

I really really really don't like waking up to an alarm clock radio.
Give me the annoying beep instead.
Any day.
It's far less traumatizing.

I'm still not 100% convinced that it was a dream though. So far "Google news" has had no recent Air Canada items having to do with bankruptcy.
(Maybe they're just slow. :o )

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Of smiles, sowing "seeds", slipups, and saddle sore.

Playdough days are happening more frequently around here, since the kids play so well with it now.


Matthew had green contents in his diaper for a day or two after our last time with playdough, so he was forbidden the good stuff this time around.

I think he's drooling over it though!


Melanie likes rolling stuff with her rolling pin...although she's not very good at it yet. It's fun to try anyways...although she gets bored quickly.

She'll stop and smile for the camera anytime.


Nathan is always very busy when he plays now. He has very definite ideas of what he wants to do, and he'll spend a lot of time and concentration on it to get it just right.

And he'll stop to say cheese if he really has to.


Last winter our entertainment was quite limited, but now we have watermains being replaced, and eventually, sidewalks put in. It'll take them all summer, at least, to get it done, so whenever they're on our section of the neighbourhood we have nobody whining about what to do.

The excavator is actually driving over old culverts, then folding them up and tossing them in a dump truck. I wouldn't have thought of that as something to use my excavator for...I'm missing a bit of imagination I guess.


I got tomato plants for mother's day this year--and they're actually still alive!! Hopefully raccoons aren't too fond of tomatoes, then maybe we'll some fresh yummy tomatoes this year! Notice the stump in the middleish of the garden? We had four of them in one garden, then another five in this garden. I removed three of them the other day...but it took a LONG time with my shovel and hatchet. This one, and the others, will have to wait for another day when I'm feeling angry and destructive once again.

Would you like to know how to get stuff super stuck inside a bread pan? I could give you an abundant list of ideas on how to do this, but since you probably will never try them all intentionally, I'll just tell you the way I did it this time:

Yesterday evening I was hurrying to get this in the oven so I wouldn't have to stay up late waiting for it to bake. In my haste forgot baking powder. ALL of the rising was in that baking powder. Since I didn't want to bake another flat bread, I hastily poured all the batter back out of the baking tins into my mixing bowl, mixed in the baking powder, and poured it back into the already dirtied bread pans.

Philip almost had to show up late for work this morning because I almost didn't get it out in time for him to have a breakfast packed along. I did manage to pry half of it out, which was good enough for the moment.


For the betterment of our health, we thought we'd take up cycling as a family again--after having taken last summer off. So yesterday before supper we headed out for a short trip as a trial run. To distribute the work load evenly, I pulled Nathan and Philip pulled the other two.

If I said I was left in the dust, that would be misleading...since the dust would have long been settled by the time I came wheezing along behind. In retrospect, I feel I should have strained even harder to go faster, pushing my lungs and leg muscles to past my maximum(I had been at max), since then I wouldn't have been on my bike seat so long. And then, just perhaps I would not be so tender now. I am greatly relieved that it is raining today, and our other evening are booked--so my saddle sore has a chance to disappear. Maybe next week I'll be in a less sorry state.

I got a lovely chart from my midwife.

Ever since I saw my oldest sister with one even fancier than this, I have wanted one too. Hers was especially cool, since it had pull out tabs for each category, so that you didn't have to write and erase...much more user friendly, I think. Well, having such high expectations of food charts since I was an impressionable teen, I was disappointed with shortcomings of the free one I managed to pick up the other week. If my visit to my midwife hadn't been postponed yesterday (I would have been able to complain to them about it), then you wouldn't have the following details about it. But alas! it was postponed.

First of all, lets talk about Potatoes. Potatoes, I feel, ought to be put in the category with grains. And the category shouldn't be called grains, but starchy foods (or something similar). Many many families I know, like me, will have a potatoey dinner like mashed or baked potatoes, or fries. Then we always have vegetables and meat served with it because potatoes are OBVIOUSLY not to be treated like an ordinary vegetable.

Secondly, you should note that the milk products have 3-4 servings on this particular chart. Am I the only one who thinks that's a little excessive?? What about soy milk and other dairy substitutes--are they nutritionally not valid??
Hmm...after Philip looked at the fine print he points out to me that this chart was made by Dairy Farmers of Canada(Ontario).

I see how it is.