Other then commenting on other peoples blogs, I have no idea how to promote my blogs. I’ve heard and even checked out a few different directory submission place, but i don’t really understand them.

I could advertise them on my facebook page, but I do not want family coming to my blogs. Or old boy friends for that matter.

So how do you do it? And not spammy ways either.

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We are watching a really screwed up movie right now : The gamer – have you seen it? It’s pretty new.

INSANE.

My ten year old is having a sleepover tonight. His friend is eleven. They are in the same class at school. But. He is eleven AND. And. I was in my bedroom just a few minutes ago and, see, the vent in my room is like WIDE open, and without trying you can hear anything said downstairs just by being in that room.

AND THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT GIRLS!

OMG. It wasn’t bad stuff, just the general ” hey did you see so and so at school the other day? ” kind of stuff, but its the start. Next thing you know my boy will be wanting to buy acne products, deodorant and razors.

Why do kids have to grow up anyway?

We put off our bimonthly shopping trip from Saturday to Sunday so that we can run down to my dads house and help celebrate my Step Mother’s birthday.

And you know what? Good. This weeks shopping list includes children’s vitamins on the list and kids? So freaking easily swayed. They cannot understand that the best multivitamin is not the vitamin that looks the best, and every single time it is time to rebuy the boys’ vitamins its an argument. They want the stupid gummy bears that have half as many in the bottle, cost four times as much and you have to take 3 a day instead of the normal one a day.

Kids are so easily led. Flashy packaging, cartoon characters, its annoying how easily kids fall for those marketing ploys.

It’s time for me to start reading all the anti wrinkle cream reviews that I keep seeing links for around the internet becuase it looks like I am going to be doing a whole lot of worrying in the nest few weeks.

I guess that worrying goes hand in hand with being a parent, and that I should expect this as part of my “job” as a mother but I don’t think a person is ever REALLY prepared when something really serious happens and the worrying starts.

I know I’m not nearly ready.

My eldest boy, Parker, is growing in leaps and bounds. He is ten, and my mother in law hates how responsible he is. Last week his responsibility sure came in handy when Me and The husband were down with the flu. I honestly don’t know how we would have managed without him, me and Hubs were both too ill to deal with ourselves, much less the children!

And it’s not like I’ve made Parker go out and get a job so that he can help pay the car insurance, or something. I just expect him, and the rest of the boys, to help out around the house. From things like making sure they put their own dishes in the dishwasher, to helping with making school lunches. Parker makes breakfast nearly every morning – simple bowls of cereal, but it is a big help.

In eight years it is quite possible that he will be off living on his own, and when that happens, he is going to be glad that he has learned so much at home.

I will miss him though…

Well.

The baby is good.

LOL.

No really, the baby is so amazingly good. I’ve had three of my own, and babysat another one from the age of 1-5 and without a single doubt in my mind this is the BEST baby I have ever watched. BY FAR.

She rarely cries, she very rarely gets into things, she goes down for a three hour nap every afternoon and eats anything I give her. She occupies herself with few toys and likes to clap for us anytime ANYTHING happens. It’s like having my own personal cheering section! I get up from my chair to grab coffee? She claps. I roll a smoke? she claps. I give her a goldfish cracker? she claps. It’s great.

Her older sister, 4, is a different story, but I remind myself daily that it is not her fault she acts the way she does. From birth to the age of three, her parents were…a bit lax, to say the least. She has zero respect for adults, other people, or belongings and is very defiant. She is also amazingly cute, and is trying very hard to be “good”. She often tells me, out of the blue “Aunty, I love you SO much” and is always the first to hug or kiss if she thinks someone has been hurt.

Old habits die hard, even for a child as young as she, and I am a very patient person. I can see she is trying, I can see that she not only KNOWS when she has done wrong before I say, she is hurt, her own feelings are hurt by her actions. Her mom and dad are working together, as a team, and with all of them trying I have no doubt that K will be  fine.

But it is trying somedays )

The worst part of the whole babysitting thing is the early mornings. Unfortunately, J does not have her drivers license, and i live in a completely different town than she does, so she relies on her mother to drive her and the girls out to my house and then drive her to work, and again in reverse in the evenings.

It’s a great natural sleep aid though, I am falling asleep as soon as I hit my pillow. And OMG the dreams I am having are great! Seriously. they are the kind of dreams that upon awaking you are desperate to fall back asleep in hopes that the dream will continue!

I am very much enjoying having the girls here, and the extra money is great too! We have been putting a full half of the money away, and then splitting the other half into personal fun money. It’s not a whole lot of money, but it is allowing Me and Hubby to buy things for ourselves that ordinarily we wouldn’t have spent household money on.

Two weeks ago today we had one heck of a storm system blow through, it was nasty, it was cold and it dropped a LOT of snow. The town is still trying to get rid of some of the excess snow that fell during that storm.

And even worse storm is happening over Washington area right now! I saw pictures on twitter where they stuck a meter stick in the snow on the deck and they had 32 inches!

People are, rightfully so, stocking up on essentials, making sure they have energy for their generators for when (if) the power goes out, and making sure they have enough diapers and formula for babies. Ive heard of some people putting up a cell phone signal booster, which is a smart thing to do. If phone lines and power go down, if even one person per block has a working cell phone, the neighborhood is still able to call for emergency help.

When mother nature gets mad, you can sure see a different side of people. Neighbors helping neighbors. I know that when we had our storm, before we were half way dug out of our driveway one of the guys down the block drove over in his bobcat and spent two minutes and completely cleared our drive. Saving us about 2 hours of hard labor.

And naturally, I got sick. I guess it was inevitable that I would catch their germs no matter how many times I washed my hands or used Lysol on the door handles.

let me tell you, its been horrible.

Thursday night I woke up at 2am in a very bad way. I was attached to a bucket for six hours. I pulled a freaking muscle in my back from the violence of the puking. horrible times.

Friday morning I was too sick to even get the kids off to school. Thank god for the wii, becuase they spent all day on it, playing and eating cookies while I tossed and turned on the couch.

By Friday evening I was a bit better, though all my joints were agonizingly sore, and now, Saturday afternoon, I am over the threat of imminent stomach upset, but my throat is raw and burning from the vomit, and my back and chest are on fire. FIRE. I have zero energy, and I’m pretty sure that the next time the boys bring home a bug they are moving out.

See the post just below this one? About the nasty trip into the city for a birthday party? Now see the date? January 24th. if you will note, it is now February third and I am only NOW posting on Mommy Maddness.

Eleven Days. Eleven Days of Sick.

Logan picked up a germ at the birthday part and got sick, he then got Parker sick, and Parker got Blake sick. Blake is still sick, as are the two little girls – one an infant- that I babysit.

I.Am.So.Tired.Of.Puke.

Thankful that I don;t have much for carpet so all of the mess has landed on easy to clean floors, like tile flooring, but still, when I am counting my blessings that the puke is easy to clean? You KNOW you have been around it too much!

I thought we were almost done with the ill, that Blake was heading back to school in the Morning, But just before bed he asked me to pass him a bucket, and whoosh, all his supper came back up.

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