It appears that the cranky, crying mess I was is indeed attributable to PMS. And yes, I’m feeling much better today. Or maybe it was the night of drinking and partying at some newish friends’. A great place where kids roam free, fireworks go off, and alcohol flows freely. Also a great place to eat cherries off the trees and smash unripe crab apples with a bat. Well, great if you’re into that sort of thing (my children seem to be into this type of entertainment).

There was also karaoke. I’ve never done karaoke and neither have the children but they loved it. Also? My threshold for not embarrassing myself and family is apparently 3 jello shooters. Yes, I caved. But only after the previously mentioned 3 shooters in three minutes. Luckily they were all watching the fireworks so there shouldn’t be any permanent scaring. Also, there is no proof I even did it. So maybe I didn’t really do it after all… hmmm… you’ll never know.

I must also say here that I have finally found 2 friends that like to have a stiff drink now and then. It has taken me SIX. YEARS. of living here to find them. And one is moving to South Carolina this summer. I am very sad. The remaining two of us may need to drown our sorrows in a nice strong jello shooter in her honor when she is gone. After we get the killer recipe she used.

In other news, the banking fiasco is worse than we thought. They want to charge us for paying our bills online. CHARGE US! I’m ready to storm the castle walls and lay siege on them. Or switch banks. You know. Whatever works. Although, in researching other area banks? They all seem to have some major flaw in their plans. Let’s just say I’m even angrier at – we’ll call it – Schmitibank than I was before. They offered us all we wanted in a bank and then they abandoned us to M&Tickmeoff without a care in the world. Anyone have any recommendations?

Must go write a grocery list before I start throwing things.

Things seem a bit settled in the MoMMY household. The crisis seems to have passed although there are still unavoidable discussions to be had. Looking back I can see hormones, hypogycemia, parent/child conflict, insecurity, exhaustion, power struggles and sibling stuff all having a roll in last night’s escapades. So yah, a lot of stuff coming to the boiling point all at once and exploding.

Now is the calm after the storm. And as much as I wish it was over I’m sure there will be ripples for some time. The first ripple being that I ate my body weight in Parmesan Basil Wheat Thins. (They are NEW! and YUMMY! and so new I can not find any mention that they exist on the internet!) So now we are all reminded: WE MUST. NOT. ANGER. THE PARENTING GODS. ANY. MORE.

In other news, I have an appointment next Tuesday with the HR dept. at the hospital where I have been hoping to be employed. So YAY! I think it may actually happen. Me. A job. A chance at a bit of sanity. Because now that the kids are in school all day? I am going out of my friggin MIND. Yes, there are a million things I could and should be doing. But I hate all those things so I don’t do them anyway. Now at least I’ll have less guilt about not doing them.

Assuming nothing goes wrong.

And I get the job.

I yet other news, Amanda Sue requested the delicious recipe from the other night. It was for Smoky-Spicy Black Bean Quesadillas from Vegetarian Times online. And no, we aren’t vegetarians but I do enjoy a good meatless dish now and again.

And now I must cook for children who will refuse to eat and anger me.

The good news is the bathrooms are no longer hazardous. I actually did a little cleaning yesterday.

The bad news is I didn’t walk. Well, actually, we did walk to Tyler’s chorus concert and back. BUT, walking with 4 kids on the way to an event where you will see people you know and have to sit all packed together in an auditorium? Is not that much of a workout. Besides, I think the stop for ice cream on the way home negated any and all good the walk did. Think there is anyway a 1 mile (round trip) walk can make up for 1 good sized scoop of ice cream? If you were wearing heels? I will say my feet hurt when I got home. Unfortunately, I don’t think pain burns calories.

The good news is I’m hoping to walk today. With the dog and no children.

The bad news is there will be no walk to baseball tonight because the game I’m attending is in another town. The drive alone takes 15 minutes. On country roads. I’m thinking it will be over 15 miles. I know I can’t walk that far and who has the time?

The good news is I tried a new recipe for dinner that I found on the web yesterday. It went over fairly well. Jeff and I loved it. Most of the kids ate it and it was pretty healthy and easy to make.

The bad news is it was so good I ate 2 servings. (I only had enough points left for 1 – this was BEFORE the ice cream) Oh, and it had cheese in it. Fat, fat, fat. But mmmmm, yummy.

The good news is this boring post is over.

The bad news is I will probably write again tomorrow.

Dear Zach Braff (oh, yummy one with the luscious lips),

I just wanted to tell you that I watched Garden State recently. I have been looking forward to seeing it since I first heard about it. I’m not sure why exactly, but I love you on Scrubs and I was intrigued.

Not what I expected. At all. But? My verdict? I loved it. Really. One of the best films I’ve seen in ages. In fact, I just watched it a second time last night. And if my sister-in-law thinks she’s getting it back (it’s her’s) she is wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. (At least until I get my own copy.)

Santa brought the sound track for Christmas and although I enjoyed it, I didn’t appreciate it until after I viewed the movie. The amazing movie. Now I’m addicted to the CD. I have to be careful when I listen to it because it makes me want to… be ‘close’ to my husband. Yes, it’s true. I find all the songs on the soundtrack – intimate. What exactly does that mean? I can’t say. Rather, I don’t know how to explain it. How did you manage to find so many songs with that same feel?

I also watched the movie for a third time with your and Natalie’s commentary. (Yes, I am a geek and watched the movie twice in a row last night.) I just want you to know that I love you. You are so romantic it makes me weep. If I were younger, beautiful and single I would try to make you mine. You are my first pretend celebrity boyfriend.

BTW, great name. My youngest is named Zach.

Shalom,
MoMMY
(not your Mommy, but me, Mom of Many Male Youngsters)