I'm all over the place

A little over a month ago I started blogging. I did it because I read so many great blogs and realized I got some stuff to say also and I really didn't want any family and close friends to read what I have to say. They're some of my best material but they might not appreciate all that I have to say so since my husband doesn’t listen to me I figured who better than a total stranger.

I had no idea what the hell I was doing (truth be told I still don't). I see all these bloggers with the fancy titles, backgrounds and big words and I have no idea how to do any of them but I'm learning.

As I was going thru all these blogs I noticed that most of them have Twitter and Facebook....shit. So bravely I opened a Twitter account and prayed that at least one person follows me....I got 29 so far!! That's a great achievement that 29 strangers like what I say.....thank you, thank you kindly. Of course as soon as I joined twitter many twitters (is that the correct term) link their stuff to Facebook because Twitter only allows 140 characters. This also made me realize that Twitter wasn't invented by a woman, I can't say a decent good morning in 140 characters or less). Shit again, Facebook it is. After some initial trouble (I told you I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I'M DOING) I now have a Facebook account. Does this make me cool or a complete dork?

So if you’re bored & have nothing to do or you “like” & follow so many other pages what’s one more come and see my Facebook and Twitter. I’m really excited to start this new journey and hope you will also….ok now I sound like a complete dork.

  

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Things-That-Happen-Everyday/163802697077324

https://twitter.com/TTHEveryday

 

How did this happen???

Why are our kids so damn spoiled? I remember growing up and seeing kids in supermarkets or department stores throwing tantrums when they didn’t get something they wanted. I always said this will never happen to me when I have kids. You see those kids that have everything and have absolutely not appreciation for toys. They know that mom and dad will get them whatever toy they want sooner or later (most likely sooner). I being a naïve young woman myself always thought I will never raise my kids to be like this. They will know who the boss is. They will know to want a toy and wait for Christmas or their birthday to get it. Once they get that toy they will appreciate it and be truly happy that they finally got it. They will behave when I take them to the store. There will be no tantrum throwing at my house. I had planned to rule with an iron fist all the while being a gentle mom who my kids can one day say when mom and dad said no toys there were no toys and we were happy when we finally got a toy. Than I had kids and I realize now all that thinking was a bunch of bull crap. My kids are spoiled little brats.



I hate my kids when they do this to me at the store. Just one toy mom, just one, JUST OOONNNEEEE!!!



How did they become like this? What happened to the iron fist? What happen to “they will know who’s in charge”? What the fuck happen? I don’t understand how we got to this point. I never wanted kids that I got. I always looked at those kids and blamed the parents. Surely they were at fault. Kids don’t become spoiled on their own…..do they? My thinking was we raised them right they would be nice, well mannered kids.

The one on the right would be mine, the one of the left is what I got

My husband and I grew up not poor but not rich. We also grew up in Europe. I came to American when I was 10 and my husband when he was in his early twenties (I brought him here…a story for another post). We had a handful of toys throughout our childhood and we were HAPPY! I recall having a nice childhood. Playing with my friends with the few toys we had. We also played a lot outside which seems to be a foreign concept to kids these days. All they want it to stay inside and play video games or toys and maybe sometimes go to the park.

Take this weekend for instance. First let me take you back to about a week ago. The 7yr old asked me if he could have a new BeyBlade toy. I said we’ll see once he got his spelling test back. On Saturday we bought for both of the boys the new Skylander video game. Than on Saturday night the 7yr old says to me so can we go tomorrow and get the BeyBlade toy. I’m like WHAT!!! First he didn't even get his spelling test back AND I just spent over $100 on a video game that comes with all these figurines; I am not buying you another toy. So he gets mad at me like it’s my fault that I didn’t tell him that he wasn’t getting a BeyBlade toy and the Skylander video game. Fucking kids (that’s right I said just like we’ve all thought it before). Ugh they get me so frustrated!

After much debate (why do we need to debate!!!) it has been decided that he will get the BeyBlade for Christmas. This is complete bullshit. These kids have no appreciation for ANYTHING!!! All they know is I WANT, I WANT, I WANT. 

Sometime during all this debating and negotiating I realized that it’s all our fault. No matter how much we didn’t want or didn’t intend we have raised spoiled little brats. Kids that I despised when I was younger have turned into my kids. Why and how did this happen to us? We’re good people with good values. We were raised the right way and yet here we are with kids that throw tantrums in stores when they don’t get what they want, that EXPECT new toys all the time even thought they don’t play with them and have absolutely no concept of really wanting a toy.

This is not how I wanted my kids to be. Kids like this grow up to be asshole adults who expect everything to be served to them on a gold platter. I want my kids to know that you have to fight for the good things in life. To appreciate the small things and damn it to respect the fact that not everyone has everything. I know at heart they are good kids. They do share all their toys with their friends. They help as much as they can at home and my 7yr old is an excellent student in school. I'm mostly scared that they will turn into rotten adults that we see everyday that we all hate. I don't want anyone to hate my kids they're my babies.  

I know what has to be done….burn all their toys (just half kidding…haha). Seriously I know that it’s up to my husband and I to take responsibility for the brats that we have and it’s our job to right the wrong and make these kids into productive members of society. Stay tuned I’ll let you know how it works out.

Tell me are you kids spoiled or were they in the past? What did you do?

Ahhh its Monday!!!!

Why do people say good morning on a Monday? What is so great about Monday? Yes I know, I’m alive, my kids are alive, blah blah blah. Let me tell you why saying Good Morning on a Monday is not such a good idea.

On Saturday my kids woke me up early. It was before 8 AM. During the weekdays when I wake them up for school it’s like pulling a tooth not just a tooth but more like a wisdom tooth but on the weekends they wake up early (I swear I think they plan this as a payback). So we’re up before 8 AM. I stumble to the bathroom to put my contact lenses so I don’t mistake the salt for sugar. I’ve barley had two sips of coffee and the joys of my life have already started with demands. Mom when is breakfast, what’s for breakfast, mom can I play you phone. Mooooommmmm I had the remote control first tell him to give it back!!!! I try to ignore them by chanting to myself “you are alone”. However when you have a kid in your face saying mom, mom, moooommmm you just realize you will never be alone again. Breakfast done and they are dressed we had off to not 1 but 3 different stores for food shopping. While we’re driving from one store to the next the 7yr old is complaining how many more stores, are we done yet, Ohhhmygawd are you kidding me I can’t take another store, I want to go home. While the 4yr old is all let’s go to another store, more stores yeeaaahhh!!! I’m not sure how these two are related.

When all shopping is done we head home. I attempt to give them lunch while trying to clean up the house for what feels like 100^th time today and we haven’t even been home for that long. I’m not sure but I’m sure I’ve told them many many times that all plastic wraps, plastic bottles and any other garbage should be thrown in the garbage NOT ON THE FLOOR. Yet I always find flattened water bottles on the floor. I think they think if they make them flat enough they will disappear into the floor….WRONG mommy has to pick them up.

So after lunch, cleaning up, washing dishes and the kids begging me to make jello I’m going to try to relax. At the point hubs gets the hint and takes them out for an hour. A hole hour people, the house to myself. So I think what should I do, drink coffee without intereptions, take a bath, watch a movie…NOPE I DO WHAT'S THE MOST IMPORTANT THIN TO ME….SLEEP. I slept during the day!!! I haven’t done that since the early 2000’s.

Now please understand that I love my friends. I cherish my friendship that I have formed years ago with them. Its only a few of us but we can talk to each other about anything and the friendships are forever. However there are just times when I don’t feel like going to one of their houses. Nothing against them I just want to put my kids to bed early on a Saturday and maybe watch a movie. Of course I feel guilty when my friend calls and says come over so we pile into the car and we’re off. The good part about going to a friends house at night…..mommy doesn’t have to cook dinner. Truth be told I had a nice time. She has kids my own kids age and they all played together for hours and left me and her to catch up on all the gossip and complaining.

On Sunday we went to the mall for 5 HOURS. That’s right the hubs and I took 2 small kids to the mall for 5 hours. To be honest I’m not sure how we survived either. Probably because my husband had the good sense to search the whole mall till he found one of these.

After I got home cleaned again and started dinner. At this point hubs friend calls and says he needs help with something so of course being a good friend he goes off to help him while I’m lucky enough to stay home with them. I have got to find friends that need my help. So all is going well. Dinner is going to be on time, than bath and last off to bed. When holy hell I remember the 7yr old didn’t do his homework. Why did I leave this for the last moment….oh that’s right because I’m so darn tired on Friday that I can’t imagine doing homework. So I pry him away from his video game. He finishes homework, they eat dinner, bath time and off to bed and I finally get to be in bed some time after 12. I’m up this morning at 6 to wash the dishes that I couldn’t last night, iron their and my clothes and wake them up and here I am at my glorious job.

Of course I’m tired and of course I have a shit load of work. I can’t even catch up on my mommy blogs.

Here’s to another wonderful week and please DO NOT SAY GOOD MORNING ON A MONDAY!!!