Aaaaaaaahhhhh. The lake. The lovely, lovely, lake. The most serene, quiet, inspirational place I have been to in a long time.
Which is really saying something considering I am one of those girls that would rather swim in my own filth than dip a toe in lake water. (Of course this is better than Meridith, who once refused to return a guy's call because she heard he enjoyed spending time at the lake. We are two peas...)
Anyway, my lake house experience this past week was wonderful. And I send a special "thank- you" out to all of you who left me a comment or emailed me a personal note just to say you were thinking of me, praying for me. Your prayers were a good part of the reason that I enjoyed myself so much, got so much accomplished and had such a wonderful experience putting my heart out on paper.
But you can only be gone for so long. Know what I'm sayin'? Mama can only stay gone from her little ones so long and then she has to get back. I mean, it honestly felt weird this week walking around the lake house with two available hands. Usually I have one that is constantly holding a spanking spoon. Wow! You can get so much more done with two hands.
Of course they were ridiculously spoiled while we were away, and thus I have spent the entire rest of the weekend correcting - with my trusty spanking spoon firmly in place.
By Saturday evening I had pretty much decided that one of two things were going to happen: my hand was going to eventually fall off or I was going to come up with something better. Enter: The Marble Jar.
I don't recommend this method if you are raising one of these three types of children:
1. A 2 year old that is overly dramatic in every sense of the word.
2. A child named Remi.
3. A 2 year old child that is overly dramatic and just so happens to be named Remi.
Between 4pm on Saturday until 8 pm on Sunday I heard her reasons as to why she needed to have a marble put in her jar...
"Momma, I woke up!"
"Momma, I'm smiling!"
"Momma, I like this shirt!"
"Momma, look at the dog...I'm petting the dog!"
"Momma, this milk is good. Can I have a marble?"
If it were up to her we would have filled and re-filled it 8 times by now. She really doesn't have the whole concept of the marble jar down as of yet. But has decided that when it does get full the prize she wants is: "to go to a moomie get some popcorn and then some icecream."
Like mother like daughter.
As I'm writing this the Attorney General and I are watching the Grammy's. Which I have to admit, is a total waste of time. If I really wanted to hear Sugarland sing with Adele I'll eat a half pound burrito and some spicy tuna sushi right before bedtime and have my own version of this horrific nightmare. But I pretty much feel that way anytime I hear Sugarland sing (sorry, my opinion probably not yours).
Also, do you realize that in once category these were the contestants: Jay-Z, Lil' Wayne, Lupe Fiasco, Nas and T.I. Do you realize that if you took all of those letters and scrambled them up they would spell: SomewheremymotheriswonderingwhyshebotherednamingmeRusty.
But as far as my weekend goes, the thing that got the biggest laugh out of me? Keenan. I love me some Keenan. If he's on the screen, I'm watching. So here's hoping your week starts off with a laugh.
Cause, as George Costanza said in almost every Seinfeld episode ever,
I'M BACK BABY! I'M BACK!!
Which is really saying something considering I am one of those girls that would rather swim in my own filth than dip a toe in lake water. (Of course this is better than Meridith, who once refused to return a guy's call because she heard he enjoyed spending time at the lake. We are two peas...)
Anyway, my lake house experience this past week was wonderful. And I send a special "thank- you" out to all of you who left me a comment or emailed me a personal note just to say you were thinking of me, praying for me. Your prayers were a good part of the reason that I enjoyed myself so much, got so much accomplished and had such a wonderful experience putting my heart out on paper.
But you can only be gone for so long. Know what I'm sayin'? Mama can only stay gone from her little ones so long and then she has to get back. I mean, it honestly felt weird this week walking around the lake house with two available hands. Usually I have one that is constantly holding a spanking spoon. Wow! You can get so much more done with two hands.
Of course they were ridiculously spoiled while we were away, and thus I have spent the entire rest of the weekend correcting - with my trusty spanking spoon firmly in place.
By Saturday evening I had pretty much decided that one of two things were going to happen: my hand was going to eventually fall off or I was going to come up with something better. Enter: The Marble Jar.
I don't recommend this method if you are raising one of these three types of children:
1. A 2 year old that is overly dramatic in every sense of the word.
2. A child named Remi.
3. A 2 year old child that is overly dramatic and just so happens to be named Remi.
Between 4pm on Saturday until 8 pm on Sunday I heard her reasons as to why she needed to have a marble put in her jar...
"Momma, I woke up!"
"Momma, I'm smiling!"
"Momma, I like this shirt!"
"Momma, look at the dog...I'm petting the dog!"
"Momma, this milk is good. Can I have a marble?"
If it were up to her we would have filled and re-filled it 8 times by now. She really doesn't have the whole concept of the marble jar down as of yet. But has decided that when it does get full the prize she wants is: "to go to a moomie get some popcorn and then some icecream."
Like mother like daughter.
As I'm writing this the Attorney General and I are watching the Grammy's. Which I have to admit, is a total waste of time. If I really wanted to hear Sugarland sing with Adele I'll eat a half pound burrito and some spicy tuna sushi right before bedtime and have my own version of this horrific nightmare. But I pretty much feel that way anytime I hear Sugarland sing (sorry, my opinion probably not yours).
Also, do you realize that in once category these were the contestants: Jay-Z, Lil' Wayne, Lupe Fiasco, Nas and T.I. Do you realize that if you took all of those letters and scrambled them up they would spell: SomewheremymotheriswonderingwhyshebotherednamingmeRusty.
But as far as my weekend goes, the thing that got the biggest laugh out of me? Keenan. I love me some Keenan. If he's on the screen, I'm watching. So here's hoping your week starts off with a laugh.
Cause, as George Costanza said in almost every Seinfeld episode ever,
I'M BACK BABY! I'M BACK!!
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15 comments:
Welcome back! It was a long week without you!
Glad you had a good time. We missed you!
P.S. Did you really get up at 4am to write this post? Looks like you missed us too=)
I am so happy you are back! I said a prayer for you every time I checked my blog roster this past week.
Have a wonderful week!
Welcome home!
I sure missed you! And I hate lake water, too. We Gulf Coast girls like our feet in sand, not mud!
Glad to have ya back!! I too feel the need to scratch out my eardrums when Sugarland sings....hehehe
TOO FUNNY! Micah has been the same way with the marble jar. If he sees his brother or sister get one, he tells me, "I need one mommy". He has even told me he needs to put one in for Jonas because he ate his lunch! I think when they do things that seem mundane to us, at that age, go ahead and give it. Maybe then you can defer them getting to the point when my 9 year old was saying to me "Well, good for you!" Yeah. That was not a good day for her. Anyway, keep at it!
My personal preference is the Pampered Chef Bamboo Spatula. It gets the message across loud and clear.
Have I mentioned our being twins? I think I have. When you mentioned your disgust for lake water, I almost teared up. It's like reading myself. I'm what people refer to as an "indoor" girl....
I'm glad you enjoyed your childless retreat.
Love, hugs, and pecks.....the twin.
I was wondering why I felt so "blah" midweek--now I realize it was a lack of your posts. What a relief to have you back--better than Prozac and a lot more fun.
Welcome back! I'm glad you had a great week, and that things are already back to normal, hahahahaha. :-)
I really couldn't get past the part that said...could not dip toe in lake water...seriously? lake water builds up immunity like no other.
Thank you... Thank you so much. Finally someone agrees with me.
listening to Sugarland is like a non-medicated labor while getting a root canal.
You sing in your CHEST NOT YOUR NOSE!
i have just one question....who exactly is Meredith? i have been reading your blog for quite awhile now and i still don not know who Meredith is, what is her back story? i love all the Melissa and Meredith antics...i just wish i knew more about her. where she came from, how she came to be in your life, her role in your life. you know those things.
i forgot to put the moving bedrooms episode with Meredith is one of my favorites. i so wish i had a Meredith!
OH! I cannot stand Sugarland!! So glad you mentioned this!
There is just something about some of those notes she hits that make my face twitch..
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