Monday, November 25, 2013

Fo real being Thankful

Okay, on a little bit more serious of a note. I truly do think that being thankful for what you have is of the utmost importance and it is one of the most important things to teach our children. And, I am very thankful, very.

Here are some of the things that I am most thankful for...

I am thankful for nap time. I am also, thankful for the extra 20 minutes my baby will play in her crib after nap time. I am thankful that both my children are asleep by 7:30 every night. I am also thankful that I have accepted being a loser and that my normal bedtime is before 9:00 pm.

I am thankful for vodka. And I am thankful for lemons that cancel out the taste of vodka. I am also thankful for red wine and the fairies that make my purple tongue disappear over night. I am thankful Cov doesn't drink coffee because then we would need two pots.

I am thankful for leggings. Oh so, very thankful. I am thankful I don't have to wash my hair everyday- that would be a bitch. I am thankful for the Real Housewives of ______ for enriching  my soul and exercising my brain daily.

I am thankful for my family. They are pretty fucking awesome. I am thankful that Cov makes me more laid back. And I know he is thankful that I make him more uptight. I am thankful that Sloan is starting to get sarcasm & use it. And, I am thankful that there is time for Harlow to grow out of her bitchy mood swings.

I am thankful for all my friends. I am thankful that they are just as big of assholes as me even though some are closet assholes.

I really am truly thankful for all the people in my life. And I am super thankful for all the people that aren't in my life.

So, here's to being thankful. Have a great Thanksgiving. I hope you all eat, drink and laugh too much.

Cheers!

Thursday, November 21, 2013

The Witching Hours

Parenting solo...

Sometimes Cov has to travel for work. A lot of times it's just for a day or two. This week he will have been gone five days. That is way longer than two days.

I know I am with the kids by myself from when they wake-up until normally 5:00/6:00 at night when Cov gets home. So what's the real difference? I mean, my kids go down at 7:00 and 7:30, it's only 2 to 2 1/2 hours more a day. You know what the real difference is?  It's 2 to 2 1/2 fucking hours. The witching hours to be precise. 

5:00-7:30. Shoot me. I know it is said over and over but there is a reason Happy Hour overlaps with this time. You need alcohol to survive. 

My precious, charming children as soon as the clock strikes 5:00 turn into monsters. 

They are like gremlins who are fed after midnight. Crazy versions of their former cuddly self.  Or a toy whose batteries are running low, they turn into effed up versions of themselves. Their voices are distorted, they can't move their bodies as well  and you cannot decipher what they are trying to communicate anymore. 

However, unlike battery operated toys and gremlins, all seems to be well when you get them wet.  I don't bath my kids to get them clean, I bath them for my sanity and their livelihood.  

Here's to bath time and Cov coming home today. 

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

9 Things you may not WANT to know about me: Mom Edition

Oh Facebook, you are at it again with your amazing memes. I will play this game. However, here is a list of things you may not WANT to know about me- Mom Edition.

1. I hate to hear my baby cry not because I am so sad for her but because crying is annoying.

2. I hate to hear my 3 yr old whine not because I am sad for her but because whining is even more fucking annoying than crying.

3. I carry hemorrhoid cream with me at all times.

4. Sometimes I give my kids Chicken Nuggets.

5. Every time I give my kids Chicken Nuggets I give myself some too.

6. I take pride in the fact that my 3 year old calls people "Shorty" and uses 'syke' appropriately.

7.  When we play Beauty Salon I have an alter ego named Charlene. And I think it is an Oscar worthy performance.

8. My youngest was 13 months old before I had a printed picture of her.

9. This list was going to be longer but my 'roids are acting up.


Thursday, November 14, 2013

FB's Thirty days of Thanks

Thirty days of Thanks... blerg.

I mean, it really is a special time of year on Facebook. I will say something insightful about this only once and here it goes: Shouldn't you be thankful for what you have every day? And, we move on.

Most likely as a FB "thanker" you fall in to one of two categories:

First is, you fall into the "I post my thanks so other people's perception of me is better."

You are either posting them so people can see how kind, humble and gracious of a person you are. "Day 23: I am so thankful to have the amazing opportunity to volunteer at Feed the Felons."  Wow, JoAnna spends her free time volunteering. My applause abounds for her generosity and sacrifice! Or, you are posting them so other people can see how awesome your life is. "Day 7: I am so thankful that S&G Auto hooked me up and I got my new rims for my Porsche a week early!!"  Say what!!! Johnny must be doing good! He's driving a Porsche. I'm so jelly!

Or Secondly, you fall into the "I post my thanks to help feed the lie I've been telling myself of having a great life."

"Day 15: I am so thankful for my sweet, kind husband who rubs my feet every night while reading the poetry he wrote about me." Please bitch, he hasn't touched you in months. Or "Day 8: I am so thankful for Adam. The last four years have been the biggest blessing and he brightens our world every day." Please bitch. Your. Kid. Sucks.

I will say though, Thirty days of Thanks does provide good fodder. It is me and one of my best friends favorite time of year. I will call her, for privacy purposes, Dookie. Dookie and I text about it year after year. All these "thankful" people. We might have, in years past, even taken some screen shots of superb "thankful" posts and started an epic text convo. I guess... well, that means I am thankful for Dookie. Shiiiiiiit.

And while I'm being thankful, I guess there is one more thing I am thankful for... I am thankful that I can hide thankful posts.




Monday, November 11, 2013

Soul mates, Schmoul mates.

"All because two people fell in love..."

"Our hearts beat as one"

"We were destined to be together"

"You complete me."

Soul mates...one person is destined to be with one other specific person for the rest of their lives and only that specific person would suffice.

Sha-fucking-right. Soul mates, Schmoul mates.  (If you haven't figured it out, Cov and I's relationship is riddled with romance) It is so annoying to me when people say this shit. It's probably mostly annoying because it causes a gag reflex and I end up with a tiny bit of throw-up in my mouth. And I hate throw-up.

But, I mean, really...to think that my one and only destined soul mate out of all the people in the entire universe happened to live in America? And, he happened to live in Texas? Wow, he happened to live in the Dallas Area? Shiiiiza, he also happened to live in the same Suburb I did?!? SAY WHAT, he happened to go to the same High School as me?!??! And wait for it, wait for....he happened to run with the same group of friends I did???!?!?

Wowza, the soul mate factory must know I'm lazy.

Or maybe, just maybe.. we were two grown ass adults who made the same decision at the same time to get married? Good decision, bad decision? Verdict's still out. But, shit, if it was a bad decision at least we can make a different one later.

Shelby Mendoza? Maybe I'll be craving a little Spanish flair in 10 years?  Shelby Goldstein? I've always loved the Jewish traditions.  Or maybe, I'll remain Shelby Covington for the rest of my life. Either through hard work at keeping our marriage alive & well or because I'm too lazy to change it for my second marriage.


Friday, November 8, 2013

Life Before Kids

My favorite parenting question is: "Ohhhhh, do you even remember life before kids?"

Yes.

Fuck yes.

Very fondly.

Who are these people kidding? They are going to sit there and tell me that they don't remember the days when they talked to their partner about something other than whether the baby shit today or not?  And speaking of shit, they can't remember when they use to be able to take a shit alone? That they can't remember sleeping in and eating lunch in bed? They can't remember a random mid-afternoon make-out session on a lazy Sunday? Or when they actually got to go out and eat sushi and not just talk about eating sushi?

After 3 1/2 years of pondering this stupid question I have come to the conclusion that these people- the "I don't remember life before kids" people never a had a life to begin with and that is why they can't remember it. I, for one, had a life. A great one. I remember going over to my girlfriend's house weekly and drinking the BIG bottles of wine. I remember meeting our friends for happy hour. I remember not having to run to the grocery store at night because we are out of milk. I remember shopping all day Saturday. I remember being able to work late with no guilt.  And, I remember when my stomach didn't look like a feral cat boxing match happened on it. Oh, I remember...

I love my kids and my new life. With that said, having kids didn't cause brain damage resulting in a memory lapse of my kid-free life. Get real, people. Life can be good then and now....as long as there are still BIG bottles of wine to be had.


Thursday, November 7, 2013

MILF on the Shelf

I saw a blog post from People I want to Punch in the Throat about Elf on the Shelf. The blog post is hilarious about her disdain towards all things Elf on a Shelf especially about their new product- "Elf on the Shelf Birthday Elf".

We don't do Elf on the Shelf and we wouldn't jump on their band wagon of other Elf propaganda.

She goes on to list other hilarious Elf on the Shelf ideas...which got me to thinking....

MILF on a Shelf.

Could be a great way to get  your husband to do his honey do's around the holidays.  The MILF on the shelf is always watching to make sure that he takes out the trash timely AND replaces the trash bag. He mows the lawn without bitching. He cleans up after he shaves. He happily puts lights on the house. All while MILF is watching. And if he is a good boy then, well, he will be rewarded.... No grunting or eye-rolling. Have no fear, he will not succeed. He will try, and results will be better than normal, but chances of him doing a good enough job to be "rewarded" (this means sex) are slim to none. It's a win, win.

However, there are those men.  So, for those who have husbands that are over-achievers, you can buy:

MILF on a Shelf, Life-Sized Blow-up edition.

This elf is the same as your standard MILF on the Shelf but... wait for it... it is Life-Sized. For those wives who have a higher risk factor of their husbands doing a good enough job- this Elf's for you! So, if your husband is a good boy and deserves to be rewarded he can now have sex with the MILF on the Shelf Life-Sized, Blow-up Doll. Another, win, win.

Who says Christmas traditions are fun!?

Vegetable = Crazy Mom

Sloan, my 3 1/2 year old, was suppose to bring a vegetable to school today because they were going to make soup together as a class. Sounds so simple...

First off, I of course forgot about it until the night before. And, we had been traveling the entire week  so I wasn't stocked up on my normal produce. I didn't have a veggie to spare. Limp Romaine, anyone? I think not. So, I simply needed to pick a vegetable to bring and bring it. That is when picking a vegetable became a big decision.

You could bring canned or fresh. Canned? Oh please, I wasn't going to let anyone think I used canned vegetables. THAT is ridiculous. Tomato? No, too small and lame. Zucchini? No, everyone will bring zucchini. Mushrooms? No, most kids hate mushrooms, she can't be that kid that brought mushrooms. Spinach? Okay, now we are talking. Spinach is full of nutrients and goes great in soups. No one else will bring it. And above all, it will make my precious Sloan look like she comes from a house that having  well balanced diet is of the utmost importance. Spinach it is.

WHAT THE FUCK. Did I really just waste my brain power, strategic thinking, marketing skills and time on picking a vegetable for my 3 1/2 year old to bring to school? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I mean, I'm really not that type of mom... or am I?

Needless to say, bringing a vegetable to school made me realize I am fucking crazy. I am turning into a Helicopter Mom. Oh, hell no. Hell no! I will not be one. I refuse. I re-fucking-use. Lesson learned.

Next time I have to bring a vegetable to school it is store-brand, canned cauliflower!!!

Ha! That will show them! That will show... me?  Fuck, I'm still over thinking it.

We will skip school that day.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

First Blog Post....

I mean, I sit here and I am contemplating what my first real blog should be, on this new journey that I feel like I should take.
Should it be a brief bio about me? Sounds like a turn off. Should it be why I am doing this? I have no fucking idea. Should it be the best parenting story I’ve ever had? Can’t think of ANY right now. Should it be about how much I love my kids? Well, I don’t right this second. Should it be about how my story will enhance your daily life? Doubtful.
I don’t know where to start. So, I will start with my favorite knock, knock joke.
"What do you call a line of rabbits walking backwards?"
'A Receding Hare line.”
It’s my go-to. Don’t judge me for it. If it makes you feel any better, I think the world punished me for this being my go-to joke for so many years. My husband is bald. Very, very bald. 
I’ll be around sharing my story, my jokes and fodder about my life, kids, marriage and drinking. Ranting and raving, all while being too honest and cussing a fucking lot. If it sounds like fun, please join me. 
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The biggest motherfodder of them all.
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