WTF??

So you ask to take my kids for the day and regardless of the fact that they spent three days straight spending time with you and only one day with my family because they can't afford to take time off, I still said yes. Now I'm thinking I should of said no.

I'm the kind of mom that prepares her kids for a change so when you said you'd pick them up at 9am I expect you would. I told the big boy "Your spending the day tomorrow with Grandma and Grandpa so we're going to wake up early and be ready so when they get here you can leave. They will pick you up at 9'o clock." Now Big Boy can't really tell time but he has a good idea and he knows that when he looks a a digital clock that the first number he sees + o'clock = the time.

Well the boys were ready to go 5 mins. till 9. I got the car seats out, the stroller, the kids bag put together and we walked around in the front of the house because they were excited to spend the day with you. 9:05 rolled around and I thought ok they're running a little late but still in the back of my mind I replay our conversation from last night,

Me: What time did you want to pick them up.

You: I don't know. Hey Grandpa what time?

Me:(I interject, since it's obvious you didn't think about it yet) How about 9 since the boys usually get up at 8 and that way I can have them ready to go.

You: 9? (speaking to Grandpa) She said nine, but that's a little late don't you think? (Speaking to me) Why don't I pick them up at 8 in their pj's?

Me: No, I'd rather them have breakfast and be ready to go.

Grandpa: (in the background) Well if that's when the boys get up at then that's when they get up.

9:15 rolls by, the boys are still waiting. 9:35 comes and the phone rings. "Hi, good morning, we're late but we're leaving in 5 mins." Now give me a little credit, as much as I hope that "leaving in 5 mins" actually means 5 mins, we both know that 5 mins your time means 20 plus the 20 min drive. By this time we had already decided to go back into the house and continue waiting there.

It's now 10 and Big Boy says "When is my Grandma going to get here?" My response, "They're on there way." Finally at 10:35, an hour and a half after the time you said that they would be picked up, in the back of my mind again I hear "9 is late," Grandpa arrives with your Tia(Aunt). "Sorry we were running late but we're here," he says. "You know how it is always something else to do." What? Did you really just say that? Did you really just say that there was something more important than spending time with the grand kids that live states away from you?? WTF??

Now the kids are gone and I'm upset. "9 is late," oh really, well I'm glad I didn't give in and say 8 or earlier. I was already up at 7:30 just to have them ready by 9. I would have had to get up at the butt crack of dawn if we settled on an earlier pick up time. So you were late and I still need the kids home by 5 and it's not my fault you now have less time with them. As you left I reiterated to please have them home no later than 5 but only Tia confirmed what I said so I decided to call Grandma to make sure she was aware. I didn't want 5 rolling around and then I call to check up and you tell me you didn't know.

Me: Hi, good morning, I just wanted to let you know that Grandpa and Tia just left with the boys. I know Tia heard but I'm not sure if Grandpa did but can you please have them back no later than 5.

You: 5? That's early?

Me: Yes but remember yesterday I said you can take them all day as long as you have them back by dinner because my Dad leaves for his work week tonight.

You: Oh....ok. Thank you we'll talk to you later.

Me: Ok...you have a great day.

I could tell she was probably a little upset but hey it's not my fault the boys were pick up late and I gave you fair notice the night before when you asked to take them. So I know you told me that your plans were to go to the beach where there was a park that you were going to take the boys to play. You didn't mention anything about going to the actual beach, in the water, so I didn't pack swim trunks. Anyways, I don't feel to comfortable with them going in the water unless I was there but I refrained from telling you this since you didn't mention anything about it.

So they day passes. It's shortly after 5 and Grandpa and the boy's two Tias drop them off. As Grandpa looked for a parking spot I talked to the Tias about their day. They said they ended up going to the beach and went in the water. (I'm not to thrilled about it but I'll let it slide since I didn't say specifically I didn't want them going in.) Then one tells me that the baby's pamper leaked on the way to the beach and that is was all over. I ask around what time did they get to the beach and she tells me some time after 1. Thinking to myself, What?? My assumption, did my son not have a pamper change between the time you picked him up at 10:30 till when you got to the beach after 1. That's the only possible explanation for a diaper leak. And to top it off, the baby when dropping him off was wearing the same shirt he left the house in. WTF???? Did you not see the extra clothes I left?? I know you did since you changed Big Boy. WTF??? I know it's not like you to do such a thing so there has to be more to the story right?

So after chatting with the girls, Grandpa finally comes to the house and drops the boys stuff off and tries to rush off. Your exact words "Hurry girls we have to go. We HAVE to leave. Where you rushing off to, I thought to myself. The girls said that Grandma was just making dinner and we know that dinner isn't that big of a deal in your home. So why the rush? I mean Grandpa was in such a hurry he was walking away as I tried to talk to him saying "Sorry that you weren't able to keep them later but this is the last time my Dad will be able to see them for the week." You know what I got, the cold shoulder, that yeah-yeah look, and you mine as well given me the shoo fly hand wave. You were in such a rush that you didn't even tell me or give me the chance to ask you, the grandpa, how the day went so instead I asked my son.

Me: Hey Big Boy how was your day? What did you do?

Big Boy: We went to the beach and I played in the water and the big rolling things knocked me down and I swallowed water. (Since I didn't say he couldn't go in the water, because you didn't mention it, I'll let it slide.)

Me: Oh really? So who went?

Big Boy: Grandma, Grandpa, my Tias, and me and Noah.

Me: Did Uncle M go?

Big Boy: Yes....I mean no. I saw his car but I didn't see his face.

At this point I started to get a little concerned. Reason being Grandma and Grandpa only have one car that seats 5 people. Hmm? If Uncle M didn't go then they only took one car. How is this possible?

Big Boy: Oh yeah....and Mom, I didn't sit in my car seat.

Yup, my son he's a bright bulb. He gave up the goods before I had a chance to make a sly attempt to get the answers.

As you may expect, I was furious. I wanted to call them up and say "What the hell were you thinking. You, Grandpa, just got into a huge accident, rolled 9 times down into a revine and you have the nerve to not put MY child in carseat. You have no right to make those kinds of judgements." But I didn't call them instead I continued to ask Big Boy about his day. I found out that they went back to house after the boys got picked up so that Grandpa could eat. Then they finally went to the beach around 2pm, where Grandpa slept in the car and Grandma sat on the beach. Hmm?? Is that really making the most with your time??

So I called Big E and told him that he needed to talk to his parents and that it really wasn't my place. Well he was too angry and he didn't talk to them till the next day. You know what Grandma said, "Why was she asking questions, does she not trust me?" My hubby came back with "No, she just wanted to know how their day was like any normal parent would." Go Hubby!! Any way, he told me he yelled at them etc. which I wouldn't say was necessary but the talk definitely was.

So things got a little strange and I still let them take the boys for two days during the second week of our visit. When I called to see if she wanted to take them, yes I offered the time because I didn't want to hear anyone complaining saying that I didn't offer up the kids, she was weird. Oh well, I didn't act different with her so I guess I'll just wait it out till she's over it. To top it off I made an effort to make arrangements so that they could say bye to the kids...it didn't happen. Perhaps there was "something else" to do. WTF?

It Feels Like Chaos

So the last week or so I just haven't felt like myself. It started off with a day when I was not motivated to do anything. Then the holiday weekend hit and I killed a 13x9 chocolate cake and chocolate frosting and when I told my CL Girls I was totally embarrassed, so embarrassed that I think I was turning red which is difficult being of Hispanic blood and dark olive skin(ok maybe not so much since I've been in CO but still). Then this week ended with my 4yr old finishing off his school year which means I'll have him ALL DAY LONG...AGAIN. Don't get me wrong I love my kids buy geezz 4 yr olds bring a lot to the table. Since he's been out, which is two and a half days, I'm getting the feeling that both my sons are going to drive me up the wall. Why? I'll tell you why...because Mr. 4 thinks he's the boss. He tells Mr. 1 what to do, what not to do, he lets Mr. 1 get butt naked and pee on the floor before he tells me. (In short...he's trying to get Mr. 1 into trouble) Mr. 4 is challenging me, talking back, waiting till I start to walk toward him before he goes to the corner for his time out, thinks that he has till the acutally count of 3 till he has to go to the corner(I told him I wasn't counting anymore),whines about almost everything, picks on Mr. 1, decided to lock his door to his room (neither kid was in there..TG) but it was hell trying to get it open, takes a piss in the "rinse your body" bath bowl and lets his brother dump it out. Now that was all about Mr. 4 but Mr. 1 it taking Mr. 4's lead and is jumping on the bed and the sofa. He is throwing things all the time. He's spitting and hitting. He's getting butt naked and peeing (yes it's happened more than once). He manged to cover my dining area in milk, how I don't know but I'm assuming he was sucking it out of the sippy cup then spewing it all over the floor and then playing in it. He's a sneaking little thing because he always manages to get at least one huge water filled Tupperware out of the tub which means my entire bathroom floor is soaked(my bathroom is tiny). This morning I woke up to a big thud and crying because he decided to try something new and climb out of his bed and according to Mr. 4, Mr. 1 landed on his head.


Anyways, that's just the kid stuff. So the last few days the Chef has been puking. My first thoughts..."Great I'm prego!" Yeah, when I was prego with the boys, each time he was the one with the sickness. So I took a test....it's negative...YES! (We're no way ready for that again.)


I promised to host a potluck for the mom's from school, there's not a lot of them but it's still planning and cleaning that has to be done and this has to happen before I leave for CA on the 14th.


Yes I'm visiting CA for 10 days. With my family drama that's going on, I won't go into details, I hope the trip is worth it. If not I guess it's a good thing I didn't buy my return flight in advance.


I have 3 baskets of clean laundry to fold and tons more to still clean. The kids are blessed to have so much clothes but man it's a lot.


I have bills to pay but not enough $.


I guess it's all very normal everyday life stuff but man it feels like chaos.