Friday, April 30, 2010

BlogHer @ Home: Getting to know me

You'll find me around the web as Mommyiscranky and Cranky Sarah. In my real life I'm generally known as Mommy or Sarah. Bet you couldn't have guessed that. I'm tricky that way. I'm a SAHM (although trying to become a WAHM) of 3 kids - 4 if you count the one that came with my marriage certificate i.e. my husband. My sense of humor is dry yet easily provoked by odd &/or simple things. I got quite a chuckle this morning when I discovered a town/area called Flying S Ranchettes, no one else does, I realize. (and now I can't even get stupid google maps to bring it up again - of course, I saw it when I was getting google directions that turned out to be VERY wrong)

While I'm not always cranky, I'm not always the opposite of cranky either. Snowballing PPD and a seemingly clueless husband (who must also be deaf or at least lacking a memory chip) have left me in a bit of a low spot these last couple of years. I originally started this blog so I could get some of that crap off my chest. That's how it works for me, I vent and I forget - usually. Eventually, as I unloaded some of that baggage, this blog morphed into an expression of myself in general.

Like most other mothers, especially those with more than one kid, I'm always strapped for time, but when I can devote large chunks of time to projects you'll find me in home DIY and crafting a variety of items. I haven't been posting much lately but what I have done is over at Neoteric Traditional.

Thanks for visiting me from BlogHer @ Home - and if you came to me another way, please follow the link to check them out!

Monday, April 26, 2010

I'm sick, this is my confession

No, not in a creepy way, nor in a mental illness way, but in a regular "I have a cold and couldn't sleep last night. Therefore, I took a nap from 5-7 and so did my ill kids" way. The problems with this are 1. with long late naps, night time sleep will come late. 2. we still have to get up at the same time so now we'll be tired again tomorrow 3. I didn't start dinner until 7:30 and even then, I didn't want to.

Now, since the only thing I had in the fridge were chicken leg quarters, I knew it would be an hour with prep time before dinner. I fed the kids fruit and cheese before I started and while it cooked, I got them ready for bed (which totally didn't matter because as soon as they were out of my sight they took off their PJ's and played dress up). I fixed their plates and we all sat at the table. Here's where my confession comes in. My sense of taste has been off for several days, with today being the worst so far. I tried to pick out a vegetable, but the thought of tasting them, well it wasn't pleasant. SO I DIDN'T. The first thing AT says to me is "Where's the green vegetable?", "I hope it's green beans" chimes in GR "Me, too!" agrees AK. My kids are pretty good eaters and eat several greens, but most nights this requires frequent reminders from me, so on this night I thought they either would not notice or would be happy at their absence. Yeah right. I kept having to field questions about the lack of greens and hear their musings on which they would prefer having. I suppose their disappointment should come as no surprise to a mom who has planted brussel sprouts only at the insistence of her children. Especially since they are the first and only plant I've ever tried to grow from seed myself.
I'd like to add a side of Mommy Guilt with my NyQuil please.

P.S. However, when they were done eating what was on their plates and were still hungry, they didn't take me up on my offer to fix green beans.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

9 years 11 months

into my marriage. Does this mean 9 years 13 months ago I got married? (Have I mentioned that almost as soon as I learned I was pregnant the first time my math skills went out the window. Or more precisely down the drain as I was in the shower the first time I realized I had lost them when I tried to divide $933 by 2 and came up with $311. ooh so close yet so far away.)
The point is, that I'm fast approaching my tenth anniversary. So, I've been thinking about what I would write for you all. Each of these last few years has been more challenging than the last and there are days I struggle to recall why I married the man in the first place, let alone come up with a few dozen words celebrating our decade of marriage.
He annoys me to no end but he delights me to no end as well. He infuriates me and inflames my heart. I can't imagine going on with him but I can't imagine not having him. It's just that lately, my feelings have trended to one side more often than the other (guess which). So, I'm giving myself a big head start. 10 years here we come.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

A first for my husband

I spent the night at my parents' house last night. None of the rest of my family did. Which was the first time any such situation has come up, and means my husband was alone with the kids all night and he got them ready for school by himself for the first time ever. Don't go patting him on the back just yet. I had to promise to layout every article of clothing in piles that are easily descernable for each child, make and pack snacks and lunches, prepare all school items, premake breakfast, write a highly detailed allergy treatment list and get the kids ready for bed. So really, he just woke them up, dressed the littlest and drove them to school, but he was technically alone for the first time while he did it.

As a sidebar, any of you have a business with tax numbers and licenses and permits and all that? Is it really as daunting as it all seems? Any advice or websites you can point me to? Because, you know, I'm not nearly busy enough as it is, I have to go and start my own business.

PS the shirt I picked out for the 6yo was a v-necked, collared shirt with a pocket on the front - except that she wore it backward and my husband didn't notice.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

I'd like to blame the tears on allergies

At each turning of the season, I find myself blubbering like a baby. Like an idiot. I go through dozens of items, clutching each one, recalling the memories surrounding it, lamenting all that this process symbolizes. I unpack the new, take out the old and set aside the rest for the future. This simple, oft done task reduces me to tears. Every. single. time. I mournfully contemplate the growth, tearfully recall the accomplishment, and lament the things not done. Who knew that some of the landmines of motherhood would be found in the children's clothes closets?

Monday, April 5, 2010


Supposedly a new computer is on the horizon, but I'll believe it when I see it! HAHA!

Life is far from settled right now, but I just keep hoping that it will be soon. Somehow I stress over so many small and medium things, yet I'm able to keep a distance between me and some of the big things. Though, I do know this causes a shut down in other areas, too.

And now my computer time is at an end. I miss you!