Happy Anniversary to Me!!

Today is my anniversary!!! Yep 6 years of putting up with someone else’s mess, someone else’s snoring, someone else’s clothes! Of course I didn’t say I “didn’t” make a mess or snore or have clothes needing to be washed. I’m just saying….well, I would rather be the snoring partner because then I KNOW I would get a good nights sleep. My hubby works every other day on 24 hour shifts so I do get a good nights sleep every other night when he’s working and for those lucky nights when he gets stuck on overtime? I get 3 nights of good sleeping, lol. So he gets to spend our anniversary with the whiners at the station and I get to spend our anniversary with the whiners at home and I’m not always talking about just the natives here!

I went to see the oldest baseball game last night. It was pretty decent. Nerve wracking. Nail biting. And then the loss. Bad umps and whiny coaches. My son would have had a homerun if it weren’t for that 10 foot fence at the back of centerfield. 350 feet and all he needed was about 6 inches and it would have been a homerun. Sad. All that means for the next time he’s at bat? He is going to be walked and that ticks him off more. Me? I get a little proud moment that they are scared, yes I said it, “scared” of my son getting a home run because that just means I was right!!! YES, I was right when I got him into baseball about 9 years ago instead of like his father wanted and put him in basketball. That’s right, I love, love, love being right when it means he is wrong, wrong, wrong!!! Why am I petty? Because that turd can debate me until I even question whether I am my mother’s child! So, I take the little victories when I can get them. I never claimed to be worshipful and meek! I am opinionated and I NEED to be right some of the time, well, most of the time, ok, ok! All the time!! Happy? See we are thinking on the same level and I like it, lol.

The oldest posted on his facebook: “Can I please just lay in my bed all day”. Yep, he did. So what do I reply? “NO!!! Get up and do something! Anything! Lazy A$$!!” I did and it’s not like he’s just learning those words so don’t call the police yet. I’m actually at the point where now that the newness of him coming home from his first year of college has worn off, I want him to go back! Really, really soon. I’ve been nickle’d and dime’d TO DEATH!! And in his case it’s 20’d and 50’d (if those are even words) to death. I’m broke AGAIN!! I need him to go away so I don’t have to look at him when he starts debating me too because he’s just like his father and I very seldom win with him but it’s soooooo much easier to do it over the phone because I can just hang up. See? I do win, occasionally.

Now that the natives are two, they babble more and throw temper tantrums more!!! Yep, I know it’s a surprise to hear it but temper tantrums times two is sooooo much worse than temper tantrums with one. I have so much respect for a mother of triplets or quads going through the terrible twos and threes. There is not enough Prozac and alcohol or moonshine in the Carolina’s to get me through it times three or more. Hell, there might not be enough with these two!! I need to look into a discount card or a frequent buyer card for the alcohol stores in my area. Margarita’s or Bailey’s and crème are not going to get me through it, more like shots of tequila with a beer back if I can stomach it!

Took the natives shopping the other day because it was double coupon day and my sister went with me, so she got one of the natives and I got the other. Lucky her, I got the native who screamed through the whole store! G was of the opinion that everyone needed to know WHERE we were in the store during the whole visit. I try to ignore him but by half way through the trip he has opened up a box of cereal and is proceeding to open up another item in the cart. I’m imagining him having a four course meal opened by the time I get to the check out! He doesn’t care and we’re leaving a trail of debris down the aisles of torn grocery items. Now Z who is with my sister hasn’t done anything and is just helping my sister take things off the shelves and put in her grocery cart, lol. My sister probably bought a few things she didn’t know she needed either but Z smiled the whole time and was cute as a button during the shopping trip. Next time I’m getting Z in my cart!

One more day survived. WooHoo!!