Tom knows best.. I hate people.

I honestly think most people are morons not in a stupidity sense but just in a general sense. Not all people have manners. Not all look out for little kids in stores when they push their carts. Not all people know how to drive. I can go on and on (you sooo don't want me to).

So I am team captain of a team for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society's Light The Night walk.
I sent a letter to A LOT of people.

I know not everyone has extra money but a few dollars isn't much to ask. So far out of the 200+ e-mails I sent, less then 20 donated money.

If you sent an e-mail back and said, "hey I got no money." or "hey I wish him the best." At least you care enough to respond instead of hitting delete.

The way I see it, if somebody is doing something good and asks for money, in a heartbeat I give. We don't have much extra money with 3 kids and me being a stay at home mom... but I always find money to donate. This is teh 1st time I have ever asked for donations from anyone and its very sad to know that people simply don't care enough to part with 5 bucks.

I knew I was a sensitive person. i always looked at it in a negative way. But as I se the lack of response, I realize, I am the bigger person in that I DO care. I do unto others and I wish they'd do unto me. I've donated to various Walk for Life's for my friends. I can never turn down a charity pertaining to a child or a helpless animal.

I guess I am not like other people... i kind of wish more people were like me though. I just want to raise money for a great cause. I want to hit my goal and exceed it. I made a high goal for a single person but I dream I can reach it... I just hope it isnt just that... a dream.

OK.. I realized after a few posts that this isnt just a place to vent about my kids but one to vent about my DH (dear husband). I guess that still fits on teh scheme of a Mom's Escape... escaping her hubby too!

So here it is. It's almost 7.. I have 2 kids in the bath (I can see them from my workstation) and one at my feet chewing on a Diego doll. The oldest is just being rude all day saying how he 'likes Daddy better', how I make him mad, how he hates me, an dhow he "wants daddy now!". My middle one.. the sweet child he is deep down is refusing to nap despite being up by 6am! Ugh! So they are taking a Lavender bath and after they get out, they will get their nightly milk despite the warning earlier ("If you don't eat dinner, you are not getting your milk.") They didn't eat dinner (Daddy seriously throws them off and they don't like to do things without him) but they will get their milk after teh bath and be put into bed a little earlier as they need the sleep. You look at them and they look exhausted - act fine but look terrible. You can see their puffy red eyes and the the extended blinks. COle was starting to fall asleep at the dinner table where he was refusing to eat anyway.

So hopefully, I can have all kids in bed soon. I am seriously annoyed at DH. He knows i hate that he does this to me, but he doesn't really care. He wants to do it and it doesn't matter tah he throws the whole family balance off. !&^$%!&^!$&!

It's 8:30 in the morning and already its a bad day. I should have expected it... after all, Tom does have Softball tonight (game starts at 7:30 and its about 45 minutes form here so not home earlier then 9:30).

Owen went to bed late last night.. around 10:45 he finally went to sleep. Then Cole AND Hunter were up and in my bedroom at 6am! I woke up with a headache and took 4 Tylenol. Hunter was trying for a bit - screeming actually.

Then I was cleaning and asked Cole where his brother's cards were (last night Hunter picked out a SpongeBob deck of cards but didn't open ti yet). He said upstairs. I told him to get them now. He sad, "Hmph! I like Dad better." Then he brought them down and asked, "How do you play?" I told him it didn't matter because they were not his cards. He said, "I hate you!" and stormed upstairs.

Now from teh time I wake up until I go to sleep I am alone with these kids. My 1 break is once every 2 weeks for about 3 hours and that is with Tommy. I am never alone. I never get a rest. I haven't slept in in forever. No matter how sick I am, I always have to be up and on my ga,e. But Tom? I close the bedroom door on weekends so he can get sleep. Why? I have no idea. I guess I am more considerate.

Ugh... some days have no end and I know this is going to be one of them!

So I have a wedding project to do. I have to have the design set-up. I found it hard to work while my kids were here this week because this project was in a whole new ball park for me. Anyway... I wanted to work today, Saturday, on this. I get about 30 minutes (or less) in before I have to go to one of the kids.. keep in mind Tom is here! He got annoyed at Cole over something and went into the garage.. so I was left with them again. I asked if he was coming back and he told me, "eventually.". I said all huffy, "I guess I'll take care of Ow n(who has been a crank the last few days)." He storms in all snotty. I said I have to get work done and his comeback? "Like I'm on vacation or something?1" Excuse me? I retorted with how I don't get to leave to go to work, i stay home and try to get work done. He mumbled and was nasty. As I came upstairs to my office (aka the bedroom), I said, "and I NEVER get a break from any of this". It's true. If I am not working my butt of keeping this house clean and taking care of 3 boys and a messy husband, I am trying to get work done for the business. I don't have time to think like people can on a commute. i don't get a lunch break. I don't get 3 minutes to pee without someone watching me... UGH! Sometimes husbands can be worse then the kids!

BTW.... 25 more days until school!

"Mommmmmmm! Hunter pooped corn".
I run upstairs, baby in tow, and go to clean up the poop.
He also peed on the rug and I told him if he peed again, I would take toy away each time he peed on my carpets (yay for owning a steam cleaner).

I was upstairs already, so I had Owen play in his gym next to me while I answered e-mails.

"Mommmmmm! I'm thirsty."
"Ok, lemme send this and I will get you something."

In walks Hunter with a truckin each hand. "Mommy, I peed on floor".
I took a truck from him and explained he peed so this is what happens.
He started his fit.... kicking. screeching. throwing things.
I demanded he stop and he didnt. He kept throwing things... MY things. So I smacked him butt once.
Crying ensues.
I explain that that is NEVER acceptable to throw things and that someone can get hurt.
He leaves.

I try to finish that e-mail. I thought I heard the sound of the water from teh fridge but sometimes Cole gets himself water. He did after all say he was thirsty.

I got it done and bring Owey down with me. As i was going down the stairs, i heard teh scamper. I knew they did something they shouldn t have... but what???

My kitchen floor (which is wood) is now encased in water! 2 towels have been thrown down trying to clean up but its wayyy more then that. Cups on the floor and water everywhere. OMG! I see red!

Hunter screams hysterical. Cole hides under a blanket.
I ASCREAM to go upstairs to their room NOW and they oddly listen. i cleaned up teh floor and went upstairs and unplugged their TV.. They did not like this. Hunter kept being hysterical and I shut the door and told them they were punished.

I went back down to Owey but I had to vent first to get this stress off my chest.... 33 more days until school starts but who is counting....