Different Voices

I have different voices.  And until yesterday I only really knew about 2.  There is my normal voice, and then my sweet "talking to strangers who dont know me yet" aka "I want to get my way" voice.  K laughs every time I use this one.  She says that people think I am a different person.  So yesterday I really started to think about it after we went to get replacement glasses for D.  Long story short baby S broke D's glasses.  And I went in there and was talking to the guy who was trying to tell me it only needed a screw and that they could have fixed it if I had brought it in before I super glued it.  So I was telling him, that I know what I am doing, and that the store was called ahead of time and asked about repairs.  And I had an out of body experience (lol not really but still ) and I heard myself talking, and saw the way he looked at me.  And it was good.  He knew I was not yanking his chain or in here screwing around and I meant business.  Before I came in I expected to pay half off of what ever we got.   If they had her frames then it would have been half off the frames, and they could use her lenses.  If not the price would have gone up to what ever she chose and the lenses.  Well I got a totally free pair, and they refunded me 15 dollars because the new frame was less than the original pair.  We bought the glasses almost a year ago!  I was very very grateful!

Ok so I got off on what I was talking about.  oh well..... (my rambling voice now speaking lol)

I think she has my mind

Which is a scary thing!  I am talking about my oldest daughter K (18).  And very scattered brained.   I am bad when it comes to remembering short term things.  So its a wonder on how I can remember anything when I have to remember it for a short term in order for it to become a long term memory right?  My kids favorite uh loss of memory story is this :  One time we went to the duck pond, the kids love to go there, have a picnic, feed the ducks, and just hang out.  And having 5 kids I am constantly doing a head count.  I also have 3 older stepdaughters, so I have been doing this head count thing for a while.  So I was tired (notice I am telling the story from my prospective, kids would just say I am crazy lol), and ready to go home.  We gather all of our stuff, and make our way back to the car, after saying "stay out of the road", "stay out of the tree" "ok get out of the tree already" a hundred times, you would think we were one a 10 mile hike, it was only about a quarter of a mile walk to our car.  I get there search all my pockets and back pack for the keys, and all of the sudden I realize the baby was gone.  I yell to my girls "wheres the baby make sure she is not going in the road" and I am looking around.  Only to hear D and K laughing and D finally says "Mom, your holding her".  I think I finally decided I was officially insane that day.  The kids love to laugh and laugh about that story.  But on a day to day basis I am constantly losing stuff, I will have it one minute put it down and lose it.

So now we come to K's own story.  She had been txting me earlier in the day (first day back from break at college), and was telling me she felt kind of lost cause her classes seemed weird.  I told her to double check every thing.  So she calls me laughing really hard and says "Mom I am officially the dumbest person on earth!  Today is tuesday not monday!".  She was doing all her classes by her monday schedule and not her tuesday.  

I am happy to say that she also has inherited my sense of humor and ability to laugh at your self, it will definitley come in handy!

The Begining

Today is my first day for posting a blog.  I have had a lot of inspiration mainly reading other blogs.  And thought hey I can do this.  I have 5 kids and lots of inspiration!  LOL its harder than it looks.  Especially the where to begin part!  Like do I begin when I was born, no that would go back to far and I dont even remember that.  Do I start with the birth of my oldest kid?  Shes 18, and in college.  Maybe the next one, who I almost had on the bridge that goes from the parking garage to the hospital (yeah sure the door is always unlocked!), she is 12 btw.  Or my oldest son who is on a constant emotional roller coaster and hes only 9, or my other son who is 7 and thinks everything he says is the funniest thing on earth (doesnt help that every one else laughs at what he says to).  Or maybe I could start with the baby who is 3 and considers herself the Princess of the family, or would that be the Queen.

I think I will start with the phone call.  My middle daughter, is a minimalist.  She is the worst to go clothes shopping with, she is hard to punish cause she doesnt care what the punishment is.  But when it comes to talking, especially when she is in trouble, its like trying to get a rock to speak.  

Ok so the phone rings.... "hello" (this is me) "hello....hello"

and then I hear D (my daughter the 12 yo) "Hello".  So I say it again "Hello" and she repeats "Hello". And so to humor her I say "Hello" again and this time she says nothing, apparently tiring of the game.  But she stills says nothing, and I can hear her breathing, and some one teacher like saying something in the back ground.  So I finally say "ok D what is going on"  and I get silence, what seems like for ever but what was more like 5 seconds, and I hear the teacher person in the back ground say "well tell her why you are calling".  I dont think she has tried to get a rock to talk before, or maybe she has, she is a middle school teacher.  Finally after another life long 5 seconds D utters 4 words "I was chewing gum".  At this point I let out my breath, cause I was thinking that she had got in a fight, or took a knife to school, or had threatened the teacher (lol not that she would do any of these things, cause despite her rock like qualities she is also the 2nd mama of the family, but knowing they were making her call home for something she did my mind went big).  And I said....I know your all waiting for my scolding, and my anger, or my quiz on what kind she was chewing, but all my wisdom flew out of my head and I said "ok" and that was it.  What kind of mother am I?  And so she stays on for another 10 seconds doing her rock impression.  And finally I hear the teacher say "let me talk to her".  And so finally I get more of the story, she was chewing gum, this the second warning of the year which only started last week, and please dont give her any more gum.  

Maybe I am a bad mom, but I really dont consider this a big enough offense to call home about.  Of course I should mention my poor daughter gets her gum chewing obsession from me.  I am a constant gum chewer, and yes I know lots of people think its a nasty habit.  But hey my nails are finally growing.  I think I must have been a beaver in my last life.