Where have I been?

I know it's been a week but it's been a chaotic one. Lately I was feeling like I was in a Funk. You know that feeling when you only want to be in bed and not get dressed. Only I didn't have the privilege of being in a full Funk. I still had to get out of bed everyday. That was hard because just like your favorite yoga pants you never want to take off well that's how my bed feels. Also I had to get dressed even if I didn't want too. I just wanted to stay in my pj's for a day or two. Was that too much to ask for? Part of my Funk is due to my hair loss. I usually lose hair after the birth of my kids but this time it's to an extreme. As you saw in the picture that is every time I wash my hair. Not to include what falls off when I style it or what gets pulled out by the little Diva. So I have a few bald spots and thinning hair. I try to go as many days as I can without washing it. That way I don't have to see all that hair falling off everyday.

The pre-teen turned 12. We didn't have a party since the HMIC isn't here. I told the pre-teen no party this year. I will bake you the cake you want then we will go out to eat. He said he wanted brownies. I baked him brownies and he decided to invite the whole neighborhood over to sing to him and to have a brownie. Just like him, he always has to make everything a big deal. So I had alot of kids in my house all ages, some I have never seen before. So we sang and had brownies with ice cream. He picked Applebee's so we went.

During the weekend I ran around. Had these dresses made for the little diva. They were ready so I got up and went to get them. All I wanted to do was sleep in but that was the only time I had a chance to go.

Then I went to the Queen Bee Market. The little Diva and I had some mother and daughter time. While we were there she told me she needed a few things. She got some cute little shoes, a messy flower and a felt flower. I also went to mall. I didn't plan on going it was fate. On my way home I thought I would go a different route. Got lost(I like to call it sight seeing) and ended up next to the mall. So I thought why not. For my birthday/ mother's day I bought me some converses two pairs. I thought about a sewing machine, a kitchenaid mixer, a coach purse(I love me some purses) but at the end the shoes won out. They look cute and make me feel less soccer mom. After all that retail therapy guess what, I'm out of my Funk. I guess that's all I need time away from the boys.

This is how out of it I am most of the time. With the boys I try to tune everything out. All the yelling and fighting. Half of the time I'm just going through the motions. On Monday I got up early again(still wishing I could sleep in) got myself and the kids ready. The little diva had her 4 month check up. We got there a little late trying to get there or anywhere on time is a joke. *Note to self do not make any morning appointments again!! Now let me explain: the kids doctor is 45 minutes away and that's only if there is no traffic. I know it's far but when we moved I refused to switch doctor's. Our insurance was putting our primary care at the Naval Hospital. There was no way I was going to let people practice on my kids. So I argued, sent letters and somehow got approved to stay where I was at. Maybe if they would of let me pick a doctor out in town then I would of reconsidered. Now let me clear something up. Some of the doctor's on base are great but hard to find. Then when you finally find them either you or they get transferred. So with that being said back to my story. When I finally arrive to the doctor's office and checked in they tell me my appointment is till tomorrow. What are you kidding me!!! They weren't and I would have to make the whole trip again the next day. So with time to kill I did some more retail therapy. Yes it make me feel better. The next day we make the trip again. Let me tell you how I'm the greatest mother. The doctor asked if I had given her any meds. I told her I had given her Tylenol since she was getting vaccines. She asked me if I had made sure it wasn't on the recall list. I must of had a big question mark on my face because she asked me if I knew Tylenol had been recalled. Since I usually don't have time to watch T.V. I had no idea. Guess what my Tylenol was recalled. Now wheres my great mom award. Later that night after her appt. her bottom lip turned purple. I knew she didn't hit herself so I wasn't sure where it came from. The next day I called her doctor to see what they thought might of caused it. And you guessed it, they told me to take her in as soon as I could get there. So I got the kids dressed again and just threw on my shoes. Yes I went in my comfy yoga pants. After she got seen they said it is probably because she sucked on her bottom lip to hard. So that made three trips in three days and no more gas. So I'm not going to use my SUV anymore, I will be using the civic.

Now my house is a mess, we are behind on laundry and I still can't get out to the grocery store. So the pre-teen has been stealing the HMIC's undies and we will be have ramen noodles for dinner tonight.

However there is an end in sight. This week I received some very very good news. It looks like re-enforcements are on there way. Hooray!! My mom and aunt will be coming for two weeks. The only thing going through my head is" I'm so excited and I just can't hide I'm about to lose control and I think I like o yeah." I have such big plans. Maybe I can sleep in(a day or two), or my laundry get washed, dried and put away or I can schedule that doctor appt that is long over due or the dentist appt or get my hair done (it's been over a year) or I can sit in my craft room and disappear for a day or go somewhere and not worry about the boys killing each other or not do all the baby feedings or not worry about dinner or my floors might get cleaned or my house might look clean for longer than 20 minutes or maybe I will be able to try sewing again or start exercising or maybe just maybe I might be able to breathe. Hey maybe the good news is what got me out of my Funk and it wasn't the retail therapy. But that felt good too.

The pre-teen is getting an award tomorrow and he just told me about today. So it looks like I will be up early again and trying to make it to the school by 7 am. Why do they have things so early? Well I hope I caught you up. As I sit here the boys are doing what they do best fighting and I'm about to finish a bag of sour patch kids all by myself. Stress makes me eat candy. Well I'm off the little diva wants a bottle.