The Princess and the Pea...

Are any of you familiar with the fairy tale?

The Princess and the Pea?

That's who I am.

I'm the Princess (in some odd twisted way) and I have a crap load of "peas in my bed" keeping me from sleeping soundly.

We got a new PT at work and now I have more work but he also chose to pick up some of the caseload.

My 1 yr is coming up and he is worried about me leaving the company for a better paying job and leaving him to be stuck there.

My company is working my ass to the bone. I get home EXHAUSTED and I barely have enough energy to eat. Plenty of energy to sleep but I just can't seem to get enough sleep.

Now that the summer is here, I haven't really been pushing the bedtime that the kids usually have. This, is mainly because I happen to pass out prior to their "bedtime" and I end up waking up wondering if the kids are still awake. This happens around midnight some nights. Then I have to usher them to bed so that I can try to sleep peacefully the rest of the night.

Doesn't happen either.

Angel has to wake up early and be at work by 5 or 5:30 so....he has his alarm set for 3:11 AM.

Why 3:11?

Cause the man is a little strange.
Other nights he would have it set for 4:52 or some odd time.

SOOO...

Since my parents are back and the kids wanted to stay Friday night with them, they took them all. I figured this was the chance I get to spend some "quality" time with Angel and just chill.

We had it all planned out.

We were going to eat dinner and watch Elite XC (<-- Ok so I didn't get to plan the night).

We had leftover steak and I made beanie wienies. We filled up. Actually, I filled up. I pigged out and my body shut me down (again). It wasn't the type of shut-down where I didn't wake up until the morning.

NOPE.

I wish I were that lucky. I'd pass out and wake up every 15 or 20 min. I'd glance at the TV and there would be a fight going on. Then I'd shift positions and pass out again. Wake up and different fighters would be on the screen. This went on for 2 hrs.

I had to finish some notes for work so I started them. It was 11 pm. Angel had to work this morning so again....his alarm goes off at some odd hour and he gets up to start getting ready. It's 4-something AM at this time. I had just fallen asleep at 2 because of my crappy "power nap/food coma" episode. I figured I'd get to sleep in because EVERYONE is gone.

NOPE.

Tattoo was with me and for some reason he started meowing really loudly and he nibbled my arm and wouldn't let go, then he made some move like he was going to straddle me...uhhhhh..I got up to put him outside and that was that.

I'm up...doing laundry.

I WANT TO SLEEP!!!!

Other examples of why I can't sleep:

HERE

AND HERE

Get the picture?

COME AND PLAY!!

Seeing as I now have MOM and DAD back home AND my mood is much better...I have a little game for you guys.

It's called:

YOU BE THE JUDGE!!!

How do you play?? You ask??

Well, I will show you a picture and you tell me what you think it is...


Simple enough, right?


Cool.


Let the game begin...

Some of you are familiar with this picture, Some of you...not.

This is a baby picture of my brother. HE claims that my mom says it's "Chocolate".

I told him that I think Mom didn't want people to know she was raising her boy to "sling poo."

YOU BE THE JUDGE!!

I just wanted to bring back some memories...JUST LIKE THESE! (<---click)

Sad Day.

I debated whether I wanted to write this post today.

It's pretty depressing.

If you're in a good mood....go somewhere else.

Yesterday was a sad day for me.

Miah woke me up in the morning at 7 AM to tell me that My dad's tiny dog was in the street in front of the house. Dead.
I jerked up and said, "WHAT? No...no.."

And I jumped over Angel, because our bed is pushed up against the wall and I sleep against the wall.

I ran out of the house with no shoes on and into the street. My sister was there in the street standing over the dog telling me to bring her something to pick her up with because she was still alive. . I just stood there for a minute with my mouth open, scared thinking "nooo...nooo."

I looked at her body up close and there was blood coming out of her mouth/nose but nowhere else on the body.
I told her, "I don't think she is."

Then I ran back to the house to grab something. What do I get? A bag? No. A towel? no. no.

I finally got one of those recyclable grocery bags and ran back out of the house. I swooped her up and carried her back to the house and laid her on the table and tried to see if she was breathing. I went and got my stethoscope to try to hear a heartbeat.

Her eyes were open but she wasn't flinching or blinking.

She wasn't moving.

She wasn't breathing.

It wasn't beating.


The first person I thought of was Dad.
"Oh No, Dad. He's going to be so sad."


My parents are still in NY with my Brother and SIL.
I had to call and tell him. I didn't want to call. I didn't want to tell him.


I called.

No answer to the house phone, the cell phone, or SIL's cell phone.

I called again.

Bobby answered the house phone. I told him what happened and he put mom on the phone.

I told her.

She told Dad.

I heard him say in the background, "Okay, the dog kept getting out so we knew it was bound to happen."

Mom said, "Well, she always dug under the fence to get out so that's what happens."


That was about it.

We hung up.


I was still stuck on this end with a poor dead doggie and then I started thinking about the kids.

MIAH!

She's the one who saw her first.
She's the one who told ME about it.

I went to Miah and asked her, "Baby, are you alright?"
She nods yes.

I asked her, "Were you scared."
She nods yes.

I hug her and tell her how sorry I am that she had to see that and she tells me, "It's Okay, I've seen dead things before."

Then I remembered we've had so many dead hamsters and the kids have shed a few tears over them and then they were fine.

I then had to go and tell Dom what happened to the poor doggie. He was asleep. I woke him up and told him and he said, "For real? She was supposed to be inside!"

I told him, "I know, but I let her back outside because I didn't know if she would poop in the house."


Miah and I had just given her a bath the day before because I had planned on letting her be in the house overnight since she was so small. I changed my mind at the last minute and put her back out because the flea bath we gave her wasn't all that effective and she had a tick earlier that we removed.

For this. I felt so guilty.

I felt so responsible.

Here I am, taking care of my parent's dogs. I actually went to their house and brought them over to mine so that no one would worry about the dogs.


I finally went and told Devyn. He was asleep and I told him. He frowned, gave me a hug and went back to sleep.

My dad called me again a little later and let me know that it wasn't my fault...that we all know the dog always got out of the yard...she was always in the street...it was bound to happen..He doesn't blame me at all so there's no need to cry...I love you...how are the kids? Okay, talk to you later...bye.

I cried a little bit and told him, "Yes, sir....yes, sir....okay...yes, sir... I love you too, kids are doing fine, okay...bye."

I had to take my sister back to her house so I put my shoes on and drove her home. As soon as I drove away...I busted out crying.

From then on, I couldn't stop.

All day long. We covered the dog in plastic and I just kept going back and petting her and telling her how sorry I was that I didn't let her sleep in the house.


I finally went to my room, crawled in the bed and cried.

Angel never left the room. He never left the bed. He was snoring so loud but it was good because no one could hear me cry.

Except for Miah.
She came in and climbed on the bed and hugged me.


Finally, I woke up Angel and asked him to please take the dog.

He got up and did as I asked, no questions asked.

When he got back, he was planning on going fishing overnight at the island and the kids were going to stay with me.

He changed his plans and stayed with me and the kids.

I cried all day.

I couldn't stop.

I tried to keep my composure. We were out running errands and I was crying in front of people but smiling to them as we exchanged money for a purchase. I was thankful for my large black skull glasses because they could hide the puffiness of my eyes.

Later in the day, Angel thought I had allergies but I had to tell him, "No, I'm still crying...I don't feel as sad as before but I can't stop."


Throughout the day, the kids hugged me and hugged me and showed me empathy.

When it was night and they were in the bed, I went to each of their rooms and thanked them for all of their compassion. I got another hug from each of them.

My children are the best.



My husband is the best.

He actually wrestled with the fact that he wanted to go on that overnight fishing trip but then he saw how I was and decided to stay home and be with me. I needed him and he was there.


He actually helped me rearrange my room last night.

I guess he figured he couldn't say no.


I'm feeling a little bit better as time goes on. I still cry a little bit today but that's what we go through when something happens.

I loved that little dog.

A weight lifted.

I had a very stressful morning.

Today was the day Dom and I had to go to a MANDATORY Advisment Session this morning at 9 am at the school I am trying to sell my soul to get Dom into.

MedTech*

Now, if you refer back to THIS POST you will know about what our dilema was concerning this school.

I know that since Dom didn't complete 3 of his language arts packets prior to school ending that he wouldn't be considered a 9th grader.
School is out.
He won't be able to complete those packets until the beginning of the school year. Once he does, he will automatically (<--I'm hoping) be promoted to the 9th grade.

The thing is...I took Dom's TAKS scores along with his report card...along with Dominique to this advisement session.

It was further from my home than I was expecting so I had to refer to my GPS from my phone. I logged in the address and it showed me the destination and mapped out the route and tracked me ALLLLL the way.

We ended up at an intersection with flat acres of land all around me. I was starting to panic. There wasn't a complete building in site. Just run-down shacks.
This ain't right. We were almost running late. I hate being late!

I turned around and asked a couple of men who worked for the city where it was and it turns out...it was right as we exited the highway, off to the right....THIS HUGE SCHOOL...that I couldn't see because I was too busy looking down at my phone following directions.

Anyway, we get there, park, grab our info and go in.
The whole time we were on our way, I kept thinking, "They won't accept him because he's not technically a 9th grader when the 1st day of school starts".
I'm shitting bricks over here because I'm really frustrated that Dom slacked off and isn't aware of the possibility he may have lost.


So...I approach one lady and explain briefly what the situation is and she cuts me off and says, "Is he in 9th grade? Does he have paperwork stating that he was promoted to the 9th grade?"

I say, "Well, we are waiting to see what the paperwork says when it comes in the mail......." (<---LIE! I really know what's going on.) Then she bluntly says, "If he isn't in the 9th grade when school starts then he isn't eligible for enrollment here. He will NOT be able to attend this school."

Then she just kind of...walks away.

Hopes.....*shattered*

I went and sat in one of the chairs they had set up for this session and tried to hold back my tears. Dom was asking/telling me to "calm down" because I was just getting upset thinking...what am I going to do now?
I don't know why, but we stayed through their little presentation and when everyone got up to go and take the tour of the school, we stayed behind and spoke with someone else.

A different lady.
Her nose wasn't so high in the air.

Again, I tried to explain the situation and was actually given the chance to explain fully that all Dom needs is a few days to complete and test over the packets to be classified as a 9th grader. They did have mid term enrollment that he was eligible for and that starts in Jan. but when she heard that he just needed a few days...She said that he could have the first 5 days to complete those packet (at the other school) test on them and receive his promotion info and then just pick up here (along with any make-up work) at MedTech.

I started crying right there.
I couldn't help it. I have been soooooo stressed about this whole thing and being rejected was really too much but to be told..."We'll work with you" was EXACTLY what I was hoping for. I was thanking and wiping tears because I can't stand to have my kids not be able to take advantage of every opportunity there is. They don't know how to look for it so I will show them. Never stop knocking.
ESPECIALLY IF IT'S FREE AND THEY PROVIDED TRANSPORTATION!

We caught up with the people from the tour (we had our own tour guide until we caught up with the herd). We bought the books that are required summer reading. The list consists of:
1. The Hot Zone by Richard Preston
2. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
3. A Separate Peace by John Knowles

He also has a 150 vocabulary list that he has to know BEFORE the first day of school because he will be tested on it.
And he has to watch "I Am Legend". He will be tested on that too.

We went to the library and bought all of those books and I was so happy. I was probably more excited than he was.

He will be spending 4 days in July at this school learning about the school and doing activities and completing the second part of he enrollment. This is also Mandatory but I don't have to go this time.

I'm so happy.

I go out of my way as a parent to make sure that doors aren't closed unnecessarily. I like to make sure we've covered and explored every option.

I am going to call the Principal of his current school to make sure that it WILL be possible for him to complete those packets in the first week without complication.

I've been extremely stressed about making sure my kids have everything they need.
Don't make Momma mad, people.

Now, Dom needs to understand that I won't be doing this anymore. If he chooses to misbehave or not complete his work in this school after all of my efforts to provide opportunites for growth and knowledge, then he must understand that I will probably have no choice but to enroll him in a Military Academy.

I'm not even fucking around, people.

I'm feeling a litte bit better now.
More...De-Stressed.
This means that I will be able to work worry free because I won't have to pick him up from school at 2pm every Mon-Thurs and 12:30 on Fridays.
This means that he will be occupied from the hours of 7am to 5pm everyday.

Not to mention he will be getting a very good medical jump-start on college and careers.

*SIGH*


This calls for a Chelada!!!

*If you are curious about what MedTech is....GO HERE.

I Love Family.

Earlier today, my BIL called and asked if he could borrow our electric screwdriver/drill to repair something. I told him sure and let him know that Dom was at the house by himself but that Miah and Devyn were at the Boys and Girls club until 5.

I called Dom to give him a head's up and continued on with work.

I got home around 4 PM and my MIL called to let me know she was picking up Miah and Devyn from the Club. I remember mentioning to Miah this morning about her room being a mess and her clean clothes were all over the floor. The clean clothes that I just handed her to fold and put away (I don't fold the kid's clothes anymore, they have to do it). I also reminded her that she was going to have to clean the whole room when she gets home.

Shortly after she arrived home, she started playing the video game.

I called out to her, "Miah, don't you have something to do in your room?"

She replied, "Sadie already did it."

What?
Wait a minute... Now, I had totally forgotten about my BIL and the kids coming by and the whole screwdriver/drill bit and I started thinking, OH MY GOODNESS, there's probably MORE of a mess.

I went to Miah's room prepared for Armageddon and this is what I saw:

It's as if a Bandit broke in and stole the mess...

And left a note...
She even folded the clothes and put them away for Miah.

I thought that was the sweetest thing EVER!

Miah, being the sweetie that she is too, wrote a reply...

These girls are just the best cousins in the world. I hope that their relationship will continue to grow and they continue to be considerate of each other.

Miah and Sadie.

I love you girls!

I'm going to ask my sister if I can have my niece and nephew for the whole weekend.

Angel had me screaming and moaning the other night!

Yeah.

Mmmmhhhmmmmm.

I knew that would bring you in here.

Nosey asses!

Naw...for real though.

I was sitting outside the other night while Angel was Q'n some pork chops and sausage. That was the same night as the lightning storm and all that heavy rain in some parts of Texas. We only got some sprinkles so he kept Q'n.

This shouldn't come as a surprise to some people who know Angel. He's Q'd during a hail storm before.

The man is relentless!

I was covering myself with a towel because it was just sprinkling. Angel casually leaned over and picked something off the towel just under my chin.

I told myself, "don't ask, just ignore and keep talking."

So I did. I ignored.

I could see out of the corner of my eyes....this fluttering....

"Don't look! You know you shouldn't look! Just keep talking!"

So I keep talking.

Blah Blah Blah.....I'm sitting in my chair talking to Angel and his eyes looked downward, toward the space under my chair.

I knew I would regret looking down to see what he was staring at.

*cringing* "DON'T LOOK!! C'MON, YOU KNOW BETTER!!!"

My stupid ass looked.

I saw them and screamed.

AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

You know, one of those blood curdling scary movie screams, where the white girl gets slaughtered cause she keeps looking back. (What?!?!...she does!)

Now, Angel, he just laughs at me cause he knows I always scream.

Yet, he always asks in his chuckling voice, "Why do you always scream?"

I was screaming because there were June bugs under my chair.

They were upside down wiggling their feet at me.

Ughhh!

I hate June bugs!!

Little brown bugs that fly around blindly bumping into things. Mostly......ME!

They always manage to aim right for my neck. The back of my neck. Kamikaze style.

Then there are those with slightly more flight skills that manage to hit my cheeks and my forehead when I'm not looking.

It just totally grosses me out.

They come at me looking just like that. They just bounce around waiting on me to send someone to stomp on them in order to save my life.

Another creature that is out to get me......

FLYING COCKROACHES!!

Nasty fuckers start coming out from all over when it's about to rain. They seek shelter under MY ROOF. Right in the corners of the rooms so that when you walk into the room they flutter their wings to make you look up at them and they, too, dive at you kamikaze style.

The only thing you can do is swat wildly into the air and try to get away.

They come straight for my neck too.

The roaches weren't out that night but the June bugs were gathering an army right outside my door. I knew that if we opened the door they would fly in and I would be running for my life all night!

I was just gathering the food to take inside and Angel said, "They're right behind you!!!"

THAT SENT ME OFF!!

More screams and tip-toeing to get away.

I scream during "scary" movies too. It doesn't have to be a super scary movie but if the scene is one that is supposed to make you scream or...you know...is supposed to be especially scary....I actually scream.

I get into the movies. I like to experience them fully.

My kids are used to it and so is Angel (I think).

Now, for those of you who wandered into my blog just because of the title.....welcome pervs!

I hope you come back!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO......

My SIL.......

SHERLISA!!

Now, I won't go into detail about how old young she is. I will tell you this though, we are cruising on the same bus.

I've added some pictures because it wouldn't be true to tradition not to for the birthday blogs. She's gonna wanna kill me for this but...ehh...what can she do. I'm in Texas and she's waaaaaay over there!

So, for your viewing pleasure:

Presenting:

Here we are at my house. I believe it was Dom's birthday. It was time to munch!! I remember Sherlisa had to keep coming back to her food because she wasn't able to 'just sit and eat'.

Don't worry chica. Once the kids get bigger, they will be able to feed themselves and it will be awesome!

And when I say it was time to munch....I mean it. I think we hit the food as much as we could and especially before anyone else could get there...hee hee. You don't see any frowning faces here by the food.
Here she is with her baby girl and my baby girl. Aren't they all super cute!!

It's Easter! We were at the beach with all of the kids and as much of the family we could get together. It was awesome! We had tarps and chairs and all kinds of shade (cause you know how I get at the beach).

Alright, this picture is evidence for Angel that I wasn't the one who painted his nails black without his permission.

Lisa said, "Yeah, sure Dominique...let me paint those for you, here...sit down right here..."

I like to give credit....where credit is due!

That's all the pictures I have...well, not really have but all that I choose to use......right now. I may be feeling generous tomorrow and decide to extend the tribute!

We'll see.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADY! WE LOVE YOU!
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SOOOOOO....

You know how I keep complaining about Angel never bringing home fish from a regular fishing trip?

Well, guess what!!

We Have FEAST!
He and his cousin Jaime went fishing early yesterday morning and came back with all of this. They caught a few shark and Angel caught that huge fish. They finished fileting the fish and put them in baggies. I was hoping to be eating it last night but they drank too much and were very tired from lounging in the sun on the beach...fishing.

Whatever...

Either way, we will be having fish. I can't wait. I need to get to the store to get the cilantro, tomatoes and other ingredients!.....mmmmmmm

Too bad I hurt my friggin ankle (for those of you who follow me on twitter...don't laugh just because you know why/how I hurt it). All I can say is that there is a hole in my backyard and my foot gravitated toward it uncontrollably (while sipping on Cheladas).I'm out of work for the next couple of days. I can barely walk but I know it will be alright come Wednesday to go back to work.

I will just enjoy these couple of days...alcohol free.