Welcome to my life..my family..my world..unedited.

First and foremost, please send your thoughts and prayers out to Maddie and her mama and daddy tonight…Maddie is in the hospital and had to be intubated…PLEASE go here and read about sweet little Maddie. And then, while you’re thinking about it, DONATE to the March of Dimes in Maddie’s name. (I did!)

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Matt’s been having these major meltdowns lately, right around dinner time.  Tonight he got put in a time out, then taken to his room, then had video games and books taken away. After another round of him screaming that his dad was being “mean” to him, I went and had a little chat with him. I took the time and explained all those things we do as parents: how he gets a time out so he gets a chance to think and slow down; how we do it to make it better for all of us, why I like us to sit down and have dinner together… He finally acquiesced; finally accepted that we weren’t being mean to him for spite.  The worst part? As soon as I told him we would never do anything intentionally mean to him I couldn’t help but think …

I read a lot. A LOT. I’m sure most of you already know that about me.
I just finished 3 6 books on my Kindle*. I have a number of new ones waiting for me, including samples of 4 or 5. (Samples? Awesome way to decide if you like a book or not! It’s more than just the back of the book, it’s the whole first chapter!)
I read a lot of status updates on Facebook and every Tweet my Twitter friends make throughout the day.
But there is little I enjoy more than reading the blogs of people I’ve gotten to ‘know’; those friends of mine who live in my little white laptop.
The subject matter is varied and diverse. Many are so-called mommy bloggers, but all of them are so much more than that. The most I have ever had was 177 unread blog posts in my google reader. While most people would have just marked them all as read, I actually never want to. I want to read them all.  Eventually, as the days go by and I don’t get caught up, I’ll have to just mark some read and move on, but I am loathe to do that.  I currently …

But I’m so used to staying up late that I can’t do it. It’s not that I’m not tired (I am) or that I don’t have to get up early (I do), it’s just that I don’t wanna (and apparently I am 10).
We are leaving in 3 days for Florida and I am excited. I need this vacation. I have a ton of stuff to do to be sure the house is ready for my mom to come stay with the boys; you know, dreadfully important things like restocking tp and writing instructions for the coffee maker and tv, plus trying to pull some kind of dog whisperer thing on daisy to get her to behave while we are gone.
Which brings me to a very important subject: my mom is a total dogist – she has something against black labs…my brother’s and mine. It’s sad, but my mom is a doggie racist. She of course denies it, pulling out the ever popular “some of my best friends are black labs!” but we know the truth. She claims, once called out on it, that she loves labs of all colors, but we see the way she flinches when …

Just how wrong is it to “let” Matt watch tv in bed while I’m blogging?
At what point should I really let him know it’s morning? Apparently, once the phone rings.
I love having short hair; I love it most when it’s freshly cut. I needed that time out last night.
My house is a disaster. The possibility of family coming soon should be motivating me to get things cleaned up…but I’m not giving up hope on the fairies showing up while I’m asleep to clean up.
Matt and I talked about Riley and the Rainbow Bridge. He seems to kind of understand. Of course, he has the optimism and hope of a 4 year old that Riley will get better, so I got to gently squash those hopes right down. This parent thing has its downsides. He wants to get a new puppy in the Spring “like Riley”. Me too.
Still waiting on information on my aunt’s funeral. I feel so bad for my cousins and uncle.
Preston was up for an hour last night – wide awake and super silly. Man, I love that kid. He never fails to make me smile, even when he’s being a brat. …