The Joys (?) of Motherhood

You know, I try to be a good mother.  Most days I do a pretty good job . . . at least I think so.  But then, the Boy will say to me, "Mom--I know I have to do my homework and I know I have to do my responsibility list.  You never talk to me except to tell me to do my homework and list.  It's annoying."  Of course, if you are a mom, you know you're doing your job when your child tells you these things.

So, we struck a deal.  I won't tell him to do his responsibility list, and he'll do it automatically and update it daily.  If he doesn't update it by the time I get up the next day, I take money off his allowance.  Now--this is a simple concept.  The list is on the front door.  He has certain responsibilities each day and he has to mark them off each day (no do-overs on following days unless he negotiates it first).  He starts off with a potential of $12 and for each task he doesn't mark, he loses $1.50.  Note--until this past week, it was $10 and $1 if not marked, but he had a birthday.

You would think that he would try to prove to me that he can handle this since that was his entire argument.  But NOOOOOOO, he hasn't done one task since then and has lost his entire allowance for this week and is cutting into prior weeks that he already earned, but hasn't yet gotten paid.  I think that's fair, don't you?  If he is "responsible" enough to do it on his own, he is "responsible" enough to take the consequences.

I'll get back to you on that one.

I Hate Being Sick! Or Do I?

  I was feeling a bit achy with a sore throat when I went to bed and then, I tossed and turned half the night.  I got up an hour earlier than my alarm is set to go off and I took a hot bath.  Well, I took a luke warm bath, because after all, the first tub of the day isn't that hot.  Damn water heater!

I was going to call in sick, but realized I had a few things that absolutely had to get done or I would fret all day and not get well.  So, I tried to get to work early.  I ended up arriving only a half hour early.  Damn traffic!

I told my Bossman (I love my boss!) that I wasn't feeling well and he said he thought I was starting to get sick yesterday.  You see--he gave me my annual performance review yesterday.  It was awesome, but he's right.  By the end of our meeting, I was run down and tired.  By the time I got home, my throat was scratchy and my back was achy.  By the time I got up this morning, my cheeks, head, ears, throat, even my eyelashes hurt.  Damn sinuses!

Anyway, I did the things I needed to do.  And honestly?  They could have waited, but I had it built up in my head that I needed to get things done.  Damn work ethic!  (Nevermind that I could have done everything from my laptop at home.)  So, I left work at 11:30 am.  I got home about 12:45 pm. 

I took my Benedryl and Advil which left me stoned for the last several hours, but I finished a good book (lots of sex), watched the Lakers game (we won), and caught up on Facebook.  I even dozed a bit here and there.  So you would think that this is a good thing, right?  Wrong!

Ladies, you know how it is.  When our men are sick (men or boys), we wait on them hand and foot and pamper them.  But when we are sick, we still need to do it all ourselves.  Well, I stopped that crap a long time ago.  If I'm sick, you'd better leave me alone unless I've asked you to bring me something.

The Man did fix me dinner.  Point to him.

The Boy wanted to hang all over me and irritate the crap out of me!  Then, I told him at least 6 times to finish his homework and his responsibility list before his vocal lesson.  Tuesdays are minimum days, so he had 4 hours to do his homework and responsibility list before his vocal lesson.  He did NOTHING!  Several points minus to him.

And then . . . the Man and the Boy came into my room to ask me questions.  Apparently, they were on two different topics though, because they each kept asking questions rapidly, not allowing me to answer any of them.  I finally blew up and threw them out of my room.  Several minus points to both of them.

But now, it is quiet and my head is starting to hurt again.  I think I'll take some more of the yummy drugs and go to bed.

Me Time

I loved this weekend.  I watched all my shows from the week that are on DVR or VOD . . . it's great because I don't have to watch the commercials.  I got all my errands run early, did my housework, and then had a little Me time this morning.

Yes, that's right . . . Me time.  What is Me time you ask?  It's the time where I get my hair colored, pedicure, and facial.  While I love to go have these things done at a salon, I really can't afford to have them done and still keep the budget on track.  So, I do it myself.  I start the facial first, then put on my hair color, and while the color is setting, I put on a facial mask and do my pedicure, which includes a mask for my feet and legs.  Everything comes off in the shower and I feel awesome! 

Afterwards, I cleaned my bathroom, watched my Lakers game, and finished watching my shows.  This is  what I consider a successful weekend.  Woot woot!

In the Beginning . . .

No--this isn't the Book of Genesis.  It's the Book of Queendivakat.  Sound cocky?  Probably so.  I have a pretty healthy ego and I take no prisoners.  I tell it like I see it and won't argue your point for you.  Still with me?  Great . . . let's have some fun.

First, a little bit about me . . .

I'm a Midwestern girl transplanted to sunny Southern California over 20 years ago. I love my life--Husband (The Man) and son (The Boy).  I love to write, but always have to "make time."  I'm hoping this blogging thing will unclog my brain.  Would that be an unblogged brain?  Hmmm . . .

What about you?  Who are you? What do you like? What do you want to read?  Yes, I know . . . this is my first blog and so I'm essentially asking these questions of myself.

I like purple, reading, intelligent conversation, laughter, great friends, and loving family.  I want to read fun stories--romance, mystery, suspense, sex . . . preferably all at the same time.

I love music and listen to all kinds from Tchaikovsky to Prince (The Purple One) to Dixie Chicks to Lady Gaga and even <gasp> Miley Cyrus.

My life is spent trying to keep up with my friends and family on Facebook.  I read things that people write and wonder, "What the hell were they thinking?"  Seriously?  You're on a major public forum and you're using your real name.  Why oh why would you tell everyone that you just cheated on your boyfriend with his best friend?  Especially, when you have him, his best friend, his sister, and even his MOM as Facebook friends.  And then you wonder why his entire family blacklisted you.

Ok, so this is my form of writing. I use . . . ellipsis . . . a lot.  I hate the use of poor English.  Including, but not limited to bad grammar, misspeled words and incorrect, usage, of punctuation!  (See what I did there? It was intentional.) However, I understand that sometimes accidents happen . . . even for me.  So please, if you see a mistake in my writing, let it go . . . I don't care. I should insert a smiley face here, huh? :)

So, I've said my piece for today.  Love to hear from you and, if you have a topic to discuss, let me know.