Suffocating

I love having a girl. All the girly things you get to do after having 2 boys. You get to dress them up, play with their hair without them saying, "Moooommm, stop!" You have a companion when the boys go fishing, you get to play with dolls again, and baking is too much fun. But by golly, she is smothering me here. If I don't work and I'm home all day she has to be up my butt. She has to be pressed up against me as I work, tugging on my legs as I wash the dishes, do the laundry, & clean the house. If I sit you better believe she is backing her butt up to my lap. I can't breathe. I thought maybe if I just play with her every other hour that would do the trick. I thought that just maybe she just wanted some attention, but trust me she gets enough. I adore her, she is funny, a bright light on a bad day, sweet, and healthy I couldn't be blessed more. But Jeez I need some space. Like I don't even understand why she likes me so much, I'm always griping about her being on top of me. I guess I should feel flattered that she wants to be around me so much and I know others tell me that soon she'll have nothing to do with me, but as for today, I'm just happy she's sleeping so I can type this.

Coffee Fit

Nothing tics me off more than not having my morning coffee. Especially, if I worked on making it and didn't get a sip. This happened to me yesterday, but I was so mad I couldn't even write about it. I snapped at little things and was just real grouchy. So let me tell you how this all went down. Smokey our dog is sweet, but a puppy so very hyper. My eldest son lets him in the house and they are playing yesterday morning while I'm getting the other two ready for school. I had left my coffee on the counter. Well, I've got an olympic gymnast dog or something, because he manages to jump up on top of the counter while my eldest is enthralled in morning cartoons (dang it) and drinks my coffee. So, not only do I not get my fix, but my dog is even more hyper now. Like I needed that. Well, of course I'm yelling punishing everyone in sight even my husband, might I add that is not even here. I kick Smokey out the house, no not literally, so don't call SPCA on me. And then my middle child asks me what's wrong, I tell him nothing and he says, "Mom, you need your coffee." Is it that obvious. Needless to say "don't ever touch my frickin' coffee, okay" Now that I'm done with my hissy fit you may return to your normal lives.

DaughterDog?

I don't know who's worse to clean up after - my daughter or the dog. Either way it stinks. My 2 year old thinks it's just part of a normal routine to pee and poo on the floor, just like the dog. (Actually, I think the dog does it a lot less) She also scratches, bites things, and barks. Should I be worried about this? I guess I should be happy she's not imitating me as I'm cursing, pulling my hair out, and banging my head on the wall. Oh, well - just another bright day in the Gautreaux house.

Distracted

Getting distracted while reading some blogs, a person I admire Noel had this on her blog and I thought it might be fun to try out.


How funny is this? I usually get told I look like one of the Olsen Twins, but here I am with some A list stars. Wish I was making the money that their faces are making.


And my husband, don't know about some of them, but hey compare him to Gerard Butler or Matthew Fox anyday.

So, lately I've been really having a task of more than I can handle. I'm trying the give it up to Him thing, so I don't "lose my religion". If it's not bad enough that our dog, Smokey will have accidents in the house every so often that I have to clean, now I have my daughter the streaker, who decides it's so much fun to run around the house with no diaper and sqwat (not sure how to spell that). Ugh! Well, I guess if I can handle Hunter, the Picasso of Poo - I can handle Claire the Sqwatting Stripper.

Alot has been on my mind lately, creatively. I want to go in so many directions with my business and personally. I was rejected for a chance to be chosen on a design team, but it might have been my technical default. My submission never reached her and by the time I knew it was too late to be placed in. So, now I don't know if my talent would have been good enough. Which really sucks, cuz I needed a little boost to carry out my plans. Guess I'll have to try something else. Stay tuned for what I do next. HEHE! Like I have such a large audience on a mini-series or something.

Stranger Things Have Happened!

You know there is a saying about me, yes me: "If it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen to Michelle" Well I started thinking about all the things that have happened to me in my lifetime, like some really weird things and I thought about it ... and thought about it ... and I've come to the conclusion that God is just picking on me. I think he is up there laughing his butt off, saying, "Look at her, HAHA!" Well, maybe not, but I can't come up with any other reason for strange things happening to me.

So here's my compiled list of strange things:

My windsheild wiper flew off in mid drive down a main highway. This might not be that strange, but it has happened to me three times with three different vehicles.

I was once was run off the road by some random men in a red corvette. And not your typical swerve of the wheel one time, I mean a intentional try to run me off, laughing like they were high, bumping the horn, and I've never seen them before in my life.

I once was in the drive thru at Taco Bell and was just sitting with a bunch of friends waiting for our order after a night out when 5 guys from the vehicle in front of us, jump out their car and proceed to beat down my car. Punching and kicking it. Finally, one guy looks at me and screams to the others, "Shit, wrong car" and they drive off.

I was mistaken for another girl at a parade and was beat up.

New Year

With the coming of the new year, I believe it's time for some changes. A reflection if you will. I look at all I've done in the past year and think WOW! did I do all that. Where did the year go? So, I'm slowing down, if that's even possible. Not sure. I've somehow gotten lost along the way and I'm trying to make my way back again.

So, I pulled out one of my old prayers from a few years back that I used to recite daily. It's Jabez's prayer. What a powerful one too. I really believe that it will guide you and bless you if you let it. I'll be reciting this often, as I'm sure God realizes I need to. I guess it takes falling flat on your face a few times to realize that.

I'm also thinking I might cut my hair too. I always feel enlightened when I do something new with my hair - strange as it may sound - but I guess the weight of the world is as heavy as my hair (HEHE).

My relationships with others has changed. I used to be so close to everyone I knew. My life is an open book, but I haven't taken the time to hear other's stories. I've become distant and definitely not as empathetic as I once was. So, I'm taking the time to listen closely to short & long stories, rants, & lectures. You never know when that information will be useful.

I can't say enough how thankful I am for my husband, who is by all means the most hardworking, compassionate, loving, & beautiful person I've ever met. He definitely exudes the true meaning of unconditional love. My children who brighten up my dark hours and for all our good health. My family, my shelter, love, friends, & the earth are all things I appreciate greatly, but don't mention it enough. So to all - THANK YOU, especially God!

I used to also be a good deed "doer", haven't done a whole lot lately, so that will have to change.

Well, as you see I have a few things to straighten out, so I guess I'll be startin' on that list.

Joys of Motherhood

In relaxing one beautiful Friday with my husband and kids I took note of several things happening around me. I first noticed how peaceful my town is, how beautiful the weather is, and how wonderful my family gets along. Then I noticed how complicated others make life for you. I do realize it is ultimately up to me to parent my children, but some people don't make it any easier for me. When I think I'm taking two steps forward all it takes is one outing for me to take three steps back. Let me explain in detail my day.



It did not start out as a typical day, it actually was like a vacation day we never get. We went to storyhour at our local library, which is always a pleasure to go to, but it seems like everytime you go you have that one kid running around, talking loudly, and their parents are doing the same and not paying attention, hence the child scurrying about. Don't really care if the child is doing this, but it makes it harder as my children try to mimic the child and when I tell my children to sit and listen to the stories, they ask me "Well why does he get to do it?" What am I supposed to say to that. I really don't know. All I think about is what my teachers would tell me, "Well now if I let you do it then the whole class will do it and then that will just be a mess." So basically they can run carefree and have fun and you can't but what I really want to do is just tell the parent, "Will you please get your child to sit and listen, so mine will too." But I'm sure I would be told, "It's not my fault your child is a follower and mine is a leader." Well, at least if mine were a leader, they wouldn't be leading the chain gang.

So, we then set up a picnic at the local park and it was beautiful. Everyone was actually eating their food, no picky eaters, and no fighting for drinks or anything - can you believe it, really I have pictures to prove it. So anyway, I ask the boys to throw away their stuff and they do, but then I see some numskull littering and I think, "Please God don't let my boys see this." They ask me all the time why do they have to put their trash in the dumpster and I have to go through the long explanation of polluting the earth, yada, yada, yada. Then of course I see a city worker smoking and putting out his butts in the grass. Why?!!!!

So after our wonderful picnic we were able to play, but of course not without seeing children throwing rocks and then my children throwing rocks and then me yelling like a mad woman for my children to stop and come here. Trying to make a point of yelling loud enough so the parent whose child is throwing the rocks might get the point that they should get up off their toosh and do something. Well, it didn't work. Of course, so I just looked like crazy momma!!! for nothing.

Our wonderful time playing around had ended and we decided to grab some ice cream at a local shop. We live in such a wonderful quaint town it was nice not to have to travel too far to do all these things. As we are sitting there enjoying our Banana Splits and Sundaes my oldest son out of the blue asks, "Why can't I have coffee?" I tell him obviously because he's too young, "You're too young and you don't need that." Then he says and points, "Well why does that girl from my school have one?" Sheezz!!! I can't win.

I know you are probably thinking gosh your children ask a lot of questions, .... but maybe they wouldn't have to if people followed the rules. And maybe my children wouldn't think I'm such a mean mom who never lets them do what others do. Am I crazy for expecting that we all play & work by the same rules. Ugh! Maybe one day my children will see I did it for their own good.