A week in the life

I have started to miss the days when I had first gone PRN at my hospital, when I was DONE with the whole place and was barely barely barely agreeing to work every other Monday.  Rylan and I had lots of good times. We had just joined MOPS and that KRAZY playgroup that imploded on itself, but at first was really fun. We rocked the stay at home life.

Now our week looks like this:
Monday-I work/kids go to Tiny Town, the entire family has to be in the car by 6:30 for Rob and I to       get to work on time.
Tuesday-HIPPY (home based preschool) person comes to our house at 8:15 or (lately) we have to meet her at the local Elementary school to turn in our school work and get a new week.
Wednesday-Speech Therapy for Rylan at 8am at the local elementary school. MOPS activity after.
Thursday-Developmental Therapy for Rylan at 8am at the local elementary school.
Friday-I work/kids go to Tiny Town. The entire family has to be in the car by 6:30 for Rob and I to get to work on time.

Because I work only 16 hours a week, I feel like a Stay at Home Mom. Somehow, being a stay at home mom, two days a week I am out of the house by 6:30 and the other three days I am out of the house by 7:45am. Whaaaaaaat?

*a facebook friend once said that Stay at Home Moms sit around in their pajamas all day. One, these are workout clothes, get it right Judgy McJudgerson. Secondly, before 8:30 am today, I had served my kids a hot breakfast, taken my son to therapy, gone to the hardware store, done an At-home preschool lesson, and clipped coupons. BOOM SHAKKA LAKKA!!!!!

When I decided to quit being Fatty Fatterson, I didn't just embark on a diet and exercise plan. Jenny Craig or Weight Watchers or Jillian Michaels wouldn't have fixed ALL of the issues. That's why I tried in September and failed and tried again in November and failed. Taking care of two very busy boys, one that goes to 2 therapies and needs to practice what he learns in therapy, teaching my kid preschool at home, going to playdates, volunteering in MOPS, having kids that tend to have lots of illness, working part time, and trying to repaint and fix up our house was stressing me out. Everything was getting done half assed. I was eating for the quadruplets I was not pregnant with due to all that stress.

When I made my resolutions this year, something in me changed. I really wanted to be a better me. A better person, a better mom, a better wife.  Seriously. Sometimes you get so caught up trying to make everyone else happy and healthy you skip yourself.  So, I started getting up and working out either in the morning or during nap/quiet time. Then I really really really started counting my calories. Then I started making better choices for what I do with those calories, way more fruits and veggies. Way less cereal at 10pm. Then I started telling people "no" sometimes. Then I started making decisions that were better for me, my husband and my kids, not based on what others would think of those decisions.........

One of those decisions was working 2 days a week. Especially the Monday/Friday thing. It wasn't working out for my family. Rob cannot call in on Mondays and one of our kids gets sick on the weekend 50% of the time. The beauty of being a stay at home mom is getting to stay at home. And I wasn't doing that.

I started socking away my paycheck in savings to see if we could fly without needing it. We passed the test. No more Mondays. I am deathly afraid of losing my nursing skills, so I don't know if I'll every fully be able to stay home full time with the kids, so I am going to work one day (Friday) a week (and take a few of those off too!) for the time being. Mondays will be our practice therapy/Hippy/house catchup day. Oh happy Monday.

Happy Happy Monday. First on the list? We need Max to take one for the team. Diapers are expensive and Mommy isn't working much.That and the kid keeps taking his diaper off. Potty Training starts Monday.

And because a blog post isn't a blog post with no pics, here is a pic of the third boy in the family that won't smile at the camera along with the world most pathetic dog. We love her, but really? That's a little ridicu-donku-lous.

Playing catchup

I have come to realize that I am just one of those bloggers that remembers to post for several days in a row and then forgets/doesn't have time/finds anything to do but blog for a week or two.....or more. The good news is that we were super busy working, going to playdates, and generally being healthy. KNOCK ON WOOD. 

Last last weekend, my parents stopped in on their way home from Gulf Shores. My kids were ape shit excited about their Grammy and Papa coming. Could not sleep. Could not stop running in circles.

Looking at pictures on the Ipad. 

3/4 people obliging my need to take a pic in front of a very glaringly bright window, and a lurker dog.

It was Grammy's birthday. I finally perfected non-dairy cake icing. Its not pretty, but it is pretty delicious. It was good to have Grammy and Papa in town. 

Last Tuesday we hosted our friend, Andrew (kid in the middle) so his mom could work (ewwww) and I had a 4,3,2 year old situation. 

I rolled out Christmas wrapping that probably cost all of $1 and they had the best fun destroying it. Fun toddler idea. 

And then this happened last night at dinner. Rylan told me that his dad wanted to eat with a dinosaur. 

In "Sara doesn't want to be a fatty fatterson news".....I have been rocking a healthier lifestyle. I don't have pounds lost to talk about because my scale's battery ran out and its one of those circular battery thingamajobs that I keep forgetting to buy. The thing is.....in the past with weight loss, my body takes a LONG time to lose pounds on the scale. And it is so slow. Like I will work like a demon and lose 0.5 pounds and be sad and forlorn and I'll console myself in a Sonic Blast. Not weighing myself for the last 3 weeks seems like what I needed. I have worked out no less than 5 times a week and I have stuck to my calorie goals on MyFitnessPal 90% of the time.  I'm planning to weigh March 1. Two months since the new year, about 5 weeks into being really serious about it. We'll see........

I hope it sticks. Seriously. This morning, I bounced out of bed before the alarm (which was set for 5:20am) and made baked oatmeal and stuck it in the oven, then went and walked/ran 30 minutes. By 6:08am I had baked breakfast and done a workout. My energy is up, up, up. Last Sunday, we had our Valentines date at Bonefish. I got up before church and walked/ran 30 minutes, then after church I walked with the kids to the duck pond in our neighborhood and then in the afternoon, when I wanted to take a nap, I swept and mopped my kitchen and vacuumed to burn extra calories. I ate a small lunch and had celery for a snack. I went into my date with 800+ calories. We had a great dinner and we decided to go get milkshakes after dinner at Big Orange. Our poor kids are dairy free, so we have to sneak ice cream on our dates!!! Anyway, I could not finish the shake, not even close and I was so ill feeling. So sad, but I see this as progress. My stomach was rebelling my previous dessert choice. It just wanted its usual Fiber One brownie with cool whip on top!  I asked Rob if we could go to Home Depot (totally sexy Valentines, no?) to look at all the home repair stuff because I wanted to walk a bunch after such a big meal. 

What am I doing? I am currently alternating the Zumba Rush video with the Couch to 5K Training Program. Zumba Rush is so fun, I really hope I don't get sick of it any time soon. After I shed some poundage, I'll start Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred again, it involves a LOT of jumping jacks and such, and I didn't want to do that to my knees and feet until I weigh a little less. I am not on a diet. I am trying to make better choices. Nothing is off limits. I use MyFitnessPal to track calories, according to my weight, how fast I want to lose, and how active I am just working or taking care of kids, I am allotted 1500 calories. I try not to use any calories I get from working out, but sometimes, I gotta. Like when I go to Bonefish and then to get a milkshake at Big Orange.

This post is already freakishly long, so I'll save some recipes and foods I've found helpful for another post.

Why don't you just google me?

There is a list on the blogger webmaster site that has google searches that cause your blog to come up. Here is ours:

Baby Shakespeare
Weight Watcher Pistachio Dream
Spiderman Underwear
Spiderman Undies
Boy stinky diaper
Bedazzle my boot
Rash from pool
Boy laying in spiderman undies
Boys underwear spiderman

So, I freaked OUT. Who is googling "boy laying in spiderman undies?" AND, when did I write about Spiderman undies? I seriously cannot remember a detailed blog about spiderman undies, and now I've said spiderman undies 17,000 times and my blog will come up even higher and OMG!!!!

Sidenote-"bedazzle my boot?" I kill myself with laughter sometimes. "Boy stinky diaper?" Nice. Rash from pool? Like a dagger in my heart. And, it wasn't a rash, google, it was the shits. Get it right, google.

So, I googled 'boys underwear spiderman' and went 7 deep in the google pages and never saw my blog. I did find a blog written by a 14 year old that still wears spiderman undies. So, I figured blogger lies (entirely possible) or some people were really in need of a good story on spiderman undies. Well, if you hit google images for Spiderman underwear, sure enough, this post will get you a pic of Ry having a potty party, complete with new Spiderman undies. And now I've said it 3 extra times, so I've probably moved us up like 3 pages in googleville. AND I've searched for spiderman undies so many times, that if our computer ever gets checked for what we've looked up, the checkers will surely assume I'm some freak who wants to google spiderman undies. (I'll blame Rob, or Rylan).

Hey! You! This blog is for my sarcastic stories to be told, my fat blasting nonsense to have a home, but and my children to get seen by family and friends. There are no spiderman undies to see here. Well, not many.

There are pics of a diaper wearing, snow shoe wearing cowboy.

Who's that girl???

That's my sweaty fat face after my second workout of the day!! Whaaaaat?  

Could somebody maybe just maybe be trying to FINALLY be a better somebody?

Here's the back story. Max woke up Tuesday looking like this:

It's impetigo. It's pitiful and it guaranteed us another week of being awesomely dramatically woe is me I have to stay homers. Until yesterday. It looked so much better. I work Fridays so we prepared to take the kids to daycare and I got up at 4:45am and did Zumba Rush*.

And then I heard Max whimpering and found a feverish boy in his bed. So Rob stayed home with him till noon, them we switched and I came home. Little pitiful was sleeping like, well, like a baby. So I got my step aerobics step out and did whatever moves I could think of while I watched a dvr'd Project Runway.

I don't know who this girl is that would not only wake up at 4:45 am to work out, but that would do a second one just because my kid took an extra long nap. But, I like her and I want her to stay.

I don't, howeva, like these bugs that keep plaguing my Maxerpoodle. It's just so sad.

*I got the Zumba dvds that you see infomercials for recently. I've tried out the basic and the 20 minute one (Rush) and a tiny bit of the Advanced. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the Rush. I like the music, I like the dances, I literally hum the tunes all day after I've done it. Its 23 minutes, and I know I should do a longer workout, but I just don't like the others as much, so I've started doing the last two songs twice, they are exactly 7 minutes, which gives me a complete 30 minute workout.