A word of warning: This is not a happy or cute post. It is me venting to the only source around me that won't talk back or argue. If you don't like reading about people whining, stop reading now.
So, I want to first say that I love my family and I would never trade my children for anything. BUT . . . there are times that I just wish they had an off button that I could push and then stuff them in a closet until I was ready to turn them back on again. I have been feeling so tapped out this week- like I can't take the sound of one more whine or hear "mommy" or "did you cook dinner?" one more time. Am I the only one who gets this way? Does that make me a terrible mom?
I think it's because I just got done taking care of and cleaning up after a bunch of puking Nebekers. I don't think there is one room in my house that did not get "marked". Plus, Draiman is HORRIBLE when he's sick. He is up through most of the night and during the day throws one tantrum after another with no discernable cause. At one point, I heard him crying and didn't even go check. I just sat on a chair, staring at the floor thinking, "If it's bad enough, he'll come get me anyway. Geez I hope it's not because he threw up again. Is he too little to make him clean it up himself?" Not only have I been over-needed, but I am incredibly sleep deprived and everytime I think, "Everyone is better now" Draiman wakes up puking again. This is the flu that never ends!
I've decided that if grocery store employees in California can have a union to make sure they are treated fairly and not overworked, moms should have one too. I want a guarentee that I will be compensated for graveyard shifts and overtime. I also want a department to take care of my family's grievances. Most importantly, I want a guarantee that I will get at least two days a week off with compensation for those weeks that I do not and for doing especially disturbing jobs, such as shaking vomited-up spaghetti out of a blanket or scraping it out from between couch cushions.
Finally, I want to be able to go on strike when I feel that those demands have not been adequately met.
Anyway, I've rambled long enough. Maybe I just needed to put it out there so I could see how silly I am being so I can snap out of it. Next week will better (how could it not be?).
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The Things Children Say
As we were watching Wall-E the other day during the scene when Eve was shooting at Wall-E. Keenan, the great philosopher that he is, said "Thats naughty. We don't shoot at Wall-E, we just shoot people."
He won't be touching a gun for a couple more years.
He won't be touching a gun for a couple more years.
We Suck At This Blogging Thing
So we haven't talked to most of you since New Years. I always enjoy getting together with the family.
Anyway everything is going pretty good we are just chillin here in E-town. Not much has really happened I am still working alot and Bobbi is still going to school and taking care of the demon spawn.
I had to work on Super Bowl Sunday and didn't get to see much of the game. I did hear the last Steelers drive on the radio. YAY Steelers!
Keenan has decided that he wants to play hockey now. His only hang up as far as he is concerned is he doesn't know how to ice skate.
Draiman is still as entertaining as you all think he is. We think he is a pain in the a**. He has decided he can do everything "all by self" he gets just as frusterated as we do.
I purchased a new shotgun a few weeks ago but I haven't been able to shoot it yet. If you care it is a Benelli Nova pump action.
We have all been able to poop through a coffee filter with out it tearing for the last few days. If you would like more details on this just give us a call or something. I don't feel this is the proper platform to get into too mamy details.
So thats it for now I will be leaving other random noncoherent messages later so keeping looking for them.
Anyway everything is going pretty good we are just chillin here in E-town. Not much has really happened I am still working alot and Bobbi is still going to school and taking care of the demon spawn.
I had to work on Super Bowl Sunday and didn't get to see much of the game. I did hear the last Steelers drive on the radio. YAY Steelers!
Keenan has decided that he wants to play hockey now. His only hang up as far as he is concerned is he doesn't know how to ice skate.
Draiman is still as entertaining as you all think he is. We think he is a pain in the a**. He has decided he can do everything "all by self" he gets just as frusterated as we do.
I purchased a new shotgun a few weeks ago but I haven't been able to shoot it yet. If you care it is a Benelli Nova pump action.
We have all been able to poop through a coffee filter with out it tearing for the last few days. If you would like more details on this just give us a call or something. I don't feel this is the proper platform to get into too mamy details.
So thats it for now I will be leaving other random noncoherent messages later so keeping looking for them.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Monday, December 15, 2008
Winter Wonderland
Yesterday we played in the snow with our neighbors for the first time this season. It was really cute watching the boys trudge through the snow.
Keenan had a blast. They made a slide out of snow and he went sledding for the first time.
Draiman, on the other hand, didn't like the cold for very long.
Yet, he was even more upset when I brought him in. (Or maybe it was because instead of taking off his cold clothes, I was snapping pictures of him.)
Keenan had a blast. They made a slide out of snow and he went sledding for the first time.
Draiman, on the other hand, didn't like the cold for very long.
Yet, he was even more upset when I brought him in. (Or maybe it was because instead of taking off his cold clothes, I was snapping pictures of him.)
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tyrel's Day at Work
Okay, Tyrel has officially discovered the blog. I apologize for his ramblings, but as a good wife, I couldn't tell him no. The following is his blog, not mine. I want to emphasize that. Enjoy . . .
The day started out at 3:00am when my alarm went off. I woke up hit snooze and went back to sleep. At 3:09 it went off again repeated my previous actions. This evil cycle continued until 3:36 when I got up got dressed and went to start my truck. The battery was dead so I pulled out the battery charger hooked it up and went back in the house for about ten minutes. While in the house I called Josh and told him that I may be a little late. My truck started and I drove to the shop and was only five minutes late. I got all my stuff loaded in the truck, I thought. Josh said he would drive to Bridger Compressor Station an Enterprise facility about forty miles north of Farson Wyoming on the Jonah Field. We left the shop on our way to the wonderful Jonah Field I fell asleep at about exit 18 on I-80 I woke up at about 5:45 to the truck sliding on the road and Josh yelling profanities. We stayed on the road and everything was fine. I went back to sleep. I woke up again when the truck exited WY 191 onto Luman Road. Luman Road is a heavily traveled and not very well mantained dirt road on the Jonah Field. It was 6:40 it's hard to fall asleep with the truck bouncing and the driver complaining about the Texans that can't drive in Wyoming. They go way too slow. When we arrived at the compressor station I found the super for the contractor I was working for and asked him if we could go to work. He told me we had to wait until x-ray was done shooting a weld before we could bolt up a pig launcher we broke out on Monday. Josh parked the truck out of the way and we took a nap. I woke up again at about 9:30 and noticed x-ray had showed up and didn't think it would be too long before we would be doing something. I decided I should get all of my ppe on. This is when I realized I had forgotten my hard hat. I asked the super if he had a hard hat I could borrow he said he did. The problem with it was it belonged to his wife and it was covered with girl power stickers and I felt like a homo wearing it but I have to be safe. It took x-ray until 2:30 to finish. So from about 11:00 until then I played Bomberman on Josh's Nintendo DS. We bolted up the pig launcher and everything went good. I was there to torque a 36' 600 and a 42' 600 series flange. These flanges each have 28 2.5' bolts they require about 7500 ft. pounds of torgue. Everything went pretty smooth I got everything done that I needed to do. I left about 5:50 and began the long journy back to Evanston. I got back to shop at about 8:00 unloaded the truck and went home. This is about typical for my day at work except the forgetting my hard hat. I do feel like a homo alot. But only when someone grabs my butt or I grab someone elses. You have to be very comfortable with your sexuality to work in the oilfield.
The day started out at 3:00am when my alarm went off. I woke up hit snooze and went back to sleep. At 3:09 it went off again repeated my previous actions. This evil cycle continued until 3:36 when I got up got dressed and went to start my truck. The battery was dead so I pulled out the battery charger hooked it up and went back in the house for about ten minutes. While in the house I called Josh and told him that I may be a little late. My truck started and I drove to the shop and was only five minutes late. I got all my stuff loaded in the truck, I thought. Josh said he would drive to Bridger Compressor Station an Enterprise facility about forty miles north of Farson Wyoming on the Jonah Field. We left the shop on our way to the wonderful Jonah Field I fell asleep at about exit 18 on I-80 I woke up at about 5:45 to the truck sliding on the road and Josh yelling profanities. We stayed on the road and everything was fine. I went back to sleep. I woke up again when the truck exited WY 191 onto Luman Road. Luman Road is a heavily traveled and not very well mantained dirt road on the Jonah Field. It was 6:40 it's hard to fall asleep with the truck bouncing and the driver complaining about the Texans that can't drive in Wyoming. They go way too slow. When we arrived at the compressor station I found the super for the contractor I was working for and asked him if we could go to work. He told me we had to wait until x-ray was done shooting a weld before we could bolt up a pig launcher we broke out on Monday. Josh parked the truck out of the way and we took a nap. I woke up again at about 9:30 and noticed x-ray had showed up and didn't think it would be too long before we would be doing something. I decided I should get all of my ppe on. This is when I realized I had forgotten my hard hat. I asked the super if he had a hard hat I could borrow he said he did. The problem with it was it belonged to his wife and it was covered with girl power stickers and I felt like a homo wearing it but I have to be safe. It took x-ray until 2:30 to finish. So from about 11:00 until then I played Bomberman on Josh's Nintendo DS. We bolted up the pig launcher and everything went good. I was there to torque a 36' 600 and a 42' 600 series flange. These flanges each have 28 2.5' bolts they require about 7500 ft. pounds of torgue. Everything went pretty smooth I got everything done that I needed to do. I left about 5:50 and began the long journy back to Evanston. I got back to shop at about 8:00 unloaded the truck and went home. This is about typical for my day at work except the forgetting my hard hat. I do feel like a homo alot. But only when someone grabs my butt or I grab someone elses. You have to be very comfortable with your sexuality to work in the oilfield.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Wisdom from the Mouth of Keenan and Christmas from his Eyes
Wisdom
Everytime I think I have heard the funniest thing Keenan can come up with, he manages to surprise me. Earlier as I was trying to fold laundry, he was rambling away. Since I had a thousand things on my to do list for the day, I had gone into my "uh-huh" zone. For those of you who have not yet experienced an entire week (or day for that matter) of speaking only to people under the age of three, this means that I was randomly saying, "Uh-huh" while I was actually thinking about all of the tasks that needed doing. I was suddenly pulled back to conciousness by these words:
"And Dad is really stinky. He farts a lot."
Trying to speak through my giggles, I said "Yes, Dad is stinky. You're right."
Keenan responded with this glimpse into his future:
"And when I get big and get a beard, I'll be stinky too. Right, Mom?"
What could I say? He actually seemed excited about the idea of being stinky with a face full of hair. So, I again tried to mask my chuckles and said, "Yes, Keenan. You are right. One day, you will have a beard and you'll smell like Dad."
Keenan: "Cause I'll fart a lot too, right?"
"Right."
And with that, I suddenly realized the significance of being the only female in my house.
Christmas
This will be Keenan's first Christmas that he actually "gets" the concept. (Well, at least he understands about Santa and toys.) We watched "The Polar Express" on t.v. a few nights ago and now Keenan cannot stop talking about the bell that Santa will be bringing him, along with the movies and toys, of course. So now I need to find a sleigh bell that only rings for kids who believe in Santa.
The following day, we got out our Christmas decorations and decked the halls. When we put up our Christmas tree and turned on the lights Keenan looked up at it, his eyes got wide, and he whispered, "Wow." He said nothing else; he just looked at it for a few more minutes. He was completely mesmorized.
Next we had a discussion about Santa Clause and how we needed to be good so he would give us our presents. Keenan looked at me and cocked his head to the side and said, "That Santa is a good guy."
Since then, Keenan has run into my room every morning at the crack of dawn and said, "Did Santa come?!" It's going to be a long month.
Everytime I think I have heard the funniest thing Keenan can come up with, he manages to surprise me. Earlier as I was trying to fold laundry, he was rambling away. Since I had a thousand things on my to do list for the day, I had gone into my "uh-huh" zone. For those of you who have not yet experienced an entire week (or day for that matter) of speaking only to people under the age of three, this means that I was randomly saying, "Uh-huh" while I was actually thinking about all of the tasks that needed doing. I was suddenly pulled back to conciousness by these words:
"And Dad is really stinky. He farts a lot."
Trying to speak through my giggles, I said "Yes, Dad is stinky. You're right."
Keenan responded with this glimpse into his future:
"And when I get big and get a beard, I'll be stinky too. Right, Mom?"
What could I say? He actually seemed excited about the idea of being stinky with a face full of hair. So, I again tried to mask my chuckles and said, "Yes, Keenan. You are right. One day, you will have a beard and you'll smell like Dad."
Keenan: "Cause I'll fart a lot too, right?"
"Right."
And with that, I suddenly realized the significance of being the only female in my house.
Christmas
This will be Keenan's first Christmas that he actually "gets" the concept. (Well, at least he understands about Santa and toys.) We watched "The Polar Express" on t.v. a few nights ago and now Keenan cannot stop talking about the bell that Santa will be bringing him, along with the movies and toys, of course. So now I need to find a sleigh bell that only rings for kids who believe in Santa.
The following day, we got out our Christmas decorations and decked the halls. When we put up our Christmas tree and turned on the lights Keenan looked up at it, his eyes got wide, and he whispered, "Wow." He said nothing else; he just looked at it for a few more minutes. He was completely mesmorized.
Next we had a discussion about Santa Clause and how we needed to be good so he would give us our presents. Keenan looked at me and cocked his head to the side and said, "That Santa is a good guy."
Since then, Keenan has run into my room every morning at the crack of dawn and said, "Did Santa come?!" It's going to be a long month.
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