It's going on 3 YEARS and 8 MONTHS since we've gone on vacation WITHOUT THE KIDS. It's not practical anymore...At least for me it isn't. Not with 2 toddlers, 3 neurotic dogs and a schizophrenic bird that need to be taken care of while we're away. Who in God's name would want to babysit 3 dogs, a bird and 2 diaper-wearing toddlers for a week? I know I wouldn't...IF I didn't have to. And to make matters worse, not just the kids, but our neurotic dogs go nuts when they observe us leaving them behind while the schizophrenic bird chants, "POLLY WANTS A GUN!" "POLLY WANTS A GUN!" then, "Row, Row, Row Your Boat", and a few other rap/nursery rhymes. Furthermore, how much it'll cost boarding 3 dogs. And from what I've gathered from a conversation my Mom and I recently had... AN ITALY TRIP would also be on our I.O.U. tab. I don't blame her. She's due for a vacation as well. One word comes to mind. RETIRE! Great news though! The husband said to tell her, she can come with us when we go to Italy. I asked him, "When do you suppose WE'RE going?" (No response)
I excepted the fact that the closest vacation spot I'd ever get to experience at the present time would be IN MY SLEEP, lying on a hammock under a palm tree, gazing at the moon and the brightly lit stars. That is until a fucking coconut falls and hits me on the head. Better said, "Scream 1" is needing a pacifier and "Scream 2" is needing a bottle at 2 A.M. IN THE FREAKING MORNING. So with that being said, I decided that I would go and meet the in-laws on vacation in good ole' "Sweet Home Alabama". It would be a whole lot sweeter than me sitting at home dreaming up one.
Now here's the catch! I'd have to bring the diaper-wearing kids, "Scream 1" and "Scream 2" along. Because that was the whole purpose of the vacation. My mother-in-law wanted to spend some time with all of her children (6 to be exact), and all of her grandchildren (12 to be exact), and one great-grandson. I totally understood why and we wanted to be a part of it. But, here's another catch! The husband would have to stay behind for good reason that I won't bother getting into. Just believe me when I say that the whole world depended on it.
So, I had to make the journey a little more practical by bringing one of my best friends to help me with the kiddos and to spend some quality time together.(diaper-changing skills required) Hey...You didn't think for a moment I'd travel by- myself with the Rugrats and endure 72 hours of parenthood. It's not what I signed up for, to say the least. And yes, it was only 3 nights and 3 days of PURE INSANITY I would've had to endure. I'm only human after all.
This video I created sums up what my long-awaited vacation was like. Keep in mind that we traveled from Houston to New Orleans in two vehicles. Gratefully, I was able to jam out to some Pandora on the way. Here is where we spent Father's Day weekend together at my best friend's Oasis...We call "Pelican Paradise". Then the husband returned back to Houston, and my friend and I (rugrats included) continue on our journey to Gulf Shores, where the in-laws were staying at my sister-in-law's private beach house called "Times-Picadune", overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. No coconut trees, but a whole lot of sand and a few tar balls. One of the FEW tar balls happened to float its way into my swimsuit which passed itself onto my ass. No biggie though...Luckily, baby's got back to protect her from hazardous chemicals and environmental damage. Nothing a little Dawn dish detergent can't handle.
I have to admit, the video doesn't do much justice ON HOW MUCH FUN WE HAD! (No exaggeration intended in this line.) I simply have to be thankful that I married into such a great family! I'm also thankful for my best friend, who takes me in and puts up with me and all my baggage other than the husband. They really made me feel at home and carefree. So I want to say, THANK YOU! To all you "Captain dickheads!" ( You know who you are.) Who made me feel like I can LOOSEN UP! ENJOY LIFE! AND PLAY "THE GAME"! Let's just say, thanks to those who created alcohol games to occupy a little time and relieve tension when needed.
Dude! Are we there yet? from pokerfacemom on Vimeo.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
I'm not used to having doors with no double deadbolt lock. Our last house had it on all the doors leading outside and I didn't like the idea of not having them. I'd be much more at ease if I could deadbolt lock the doors with a key so as not to worry about my child escaping in the middle of the night. Paranoid? I call it, 'Staying ahead of the game'.
So, I had to resort to purchasing a bunch of baby-proof-door-knob safety thingys, and placing them on all the doors in the house. I now pray that we never have an uncontainable fire in the house and we need to get out in a hurry. We may have a serious situation on our hands when I'm not able to open the doors -because 'the fucking thingy' (door knob cover) won't open for me. As far as I'm concern, they should warn people about the product and write on the package in big bold letters (WARNING! MAY CAUSE DELAYS in a panic-stricken situation.
It happened on an early evening weekend. We decided to have our back patio extended so that we may be able to enjoy our backyard without having to step on shitty land-mines. It was a chance we took with one of the construction workers soliciting cement work on the side. People here don't fool around. Especially the construction workers. Here in Texas houses are completed in 4 months flat. Rain or Shine.
They did a great job on our patio. Just a few minor things because of communication problems, which I blame myself for. The men were Spanish speaking and did not speak a lick of English. I was the translator between the husband and the workers. I'm usually able to get my point across, but I'll flunk a Spanish test. I don't read or write Spanish as often as I think I should.
Anyhow, it was time to pay the men, and the husband and I both walked out the front to discuss our next project -and for me to translate. We left the children inside happily playing with whatever it is they play with, I can't quite remember what it was. Probably something other than a toy. What is it with kids and playing with everything but their toys? I should buy them a laptop and be done with it.
Me: "Mastermind! Come unlock the door for us, baby!" "You locked us out!" "I know you can do it." "Just turn the lock for mommy."
Mastermind: "NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY CHIN CHIN!"
Me: "PLEASE!" You conniving little shit!
This lasted for about 10 to 15 minutes.
Finally, after several minutes of negotiating, I was able to convince him by agreeing to all of his requests. 1. Make him pancakes and a bowl of ice cream every morning. 2. Allowing him to stay up late for one month. 3. No baths or teeth brushing for a whole month. Unwillingly, I agreed to all of them but will renegotiate at a later time.
I knew there would still be a problem after he'd unlock the door because of the 'fucking thingy'. I suspected that he would not be able to turn the knob after unlocking it. So, I knew I needed to turn the knob as quickly as I could after he attempted to unlock it. I tried several times but failed and almost gave up hope. As I paused to think about a different approach, I heard bamboo sticks being thrust against the door vigorously. As though my kid was going to pry the door open with the bamboo sticks. Suddenly, the door slowly opened, and I jumped up for joy!
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Why gorillas do you ask? Because I walk around all day with a one-year-old and a two-year-old hanging on me, like two baby monkeys hanging on their mother, as she walks around performing her daily routines. Pulling on her hair, her ears, her fingers. And I gotta tell you... Gorillas have it WAY better than we do. Only because they don't have to worry about what they look like in the process. I can't tell you how many times I looked in the mirror at the end of a day and saw that I had banana gook stuck to my face, hair, and ASS.
I suppose the husband and I were delirious after house-hunting. We looked at 15 different homes with our two kids in a single day. It wasn't easy getting in and out of the car. We eventually settled on a two-story home that include a series of stairs. 15 steps to be exact. All I can say is I better have buns-of-steel in the next couple of months because I climb those stairs like a warrior commencing into battle EVERY FUCKING DAY! "Beyonce' who?", is what the husband better be asking in a few months.
Another issue we're having while the kid's bedrooms are upstairs, and the master is downstairs, they think we're on different planets when they're left alone in their rooms. They wake up after a nap screaming BLOODY MURDER! Like, they were lost in outer space, never to be found again! So, guess where they sleep at night? You guessed it. All four us sleep in the master suite downstairs. I wake-up every morning, and walk like a zombie, unconsciously and miraculously, STRAIGHT to my state-of-the-art Mo-Jo machine, and fix me a hardcore, hazelnut cafe latte with a double shot of espresso. And that, my friends, is how I'm surviving the insanity. I'm just thankful it's a king size bed and that we're all pretty lean and petite.
If you're wondering about our three dogs, they went from sleeping in a hotel suite to a motel with a window. The mud room in our old house was WAY bigger than this one. Also, the yard is insanely small! Forget about walking on the grass. There's a pile of shit, a foot away from each other, covering the entire yard. I'm also missing our mud sink to bathe our dogs in, which was so much more convenient than breaking your back bending over the tub. It's bad enough that I need to bathe my kids in one. I realize now how much it's worth to pay a groomer to groom your dogs. PRICELESS!!! I'm seriously thinking about converting one of our guest bathrooms into a grooming salon. FOUR fucking toilets are too many to maintain, anyhow!
Don't misunderstand me. I love our new home! It's beautiful! It's newly built construction. We have a game room and a media room which is awesome to have when your kids are this age. I don't even mind the problem we're having with field mice in our kitchen. They're pretty damn cute. We've been capturing them, one-by-one, each day in a reusable live mouse-trap and letting them go in the field behind our home. My two-year-old gets a kick out of it. It's funny though, the problem never seems to end. For all we know it may be the same mouse making a U-turn right back into our home. And if that's the case, then we've been capturing the same persistent, condescending mouse for well over a month now. Why does Ratatouille come to mind?
So far, Houston is not too bad of a place to live. There's a hell of a lot to do around here. They're museums. SO many restaurants. A ridiculous amount of indoor and outdoor shopping centers, it's pretty insane. There's so much to choose from; we have something to do every weekend for an entire year.We can't believe how kid-friendly everything is around here. The shopping centers have an indoor park made of plush material for the kids to play on. They also have an indoor carousel! The only problem, you can forget about shopping if you have the kids with you. Or perhaps, you can try blindfolding them.