Candy Tax

While walking home from trick or treating with my family; hunky hubby, lil police man & precious pumpkin, we told Lil Rev that he's going to have to share his candy with us. He protested and whined "NOOOO WAAAAY!"... And the following convo took place:

Me: it's called a Candy Tax
Lil Rev (LR): what's a candy tax?
Me: Daddy, tell him all about taxes
Hunky Hubby (HH): well a tax is when the government takes 1/2 your money.
I jump in: NO, NOT HALF. like 30%
HH: income tax, sales tax, your mama tax
Me: yeah, you're right, OK continue
HH: So the people work and make the money and the government takes the tax.
LR: OK, got it. I'm the government & you're the workers!

Happy Halloween!



I'm a hot mess - and hot as in sweaty hot. Especially when Precious Baby is screaming crying in public. I get hot, I sweat, it's like her screaming activates my sweat glands and milk glands and I start leaking in more places than one. Anyways, I feel like I am failing at all this right now. Baby girl is almost 4 months old, she mostly sleeps through the night. You would think (or at least I hoped) that we would have settled into a nice routine, I would have gotten the hang of this and considering all of the sleep I'm getting I SHOULD be but... whoa I'm losing it, literally! I'm losing my keys. All. The. Time! Lil Rev even said the other day" Mommy, you are always looking for your keys. You should put them in the same place each time" Genius kid. Genius! The best part about all this is that right by our front door we have a coat closet with a convenient key holder thingy mabobber. But NOOOOO, I have to put them down the 1st place I can; in the kitchen, on the dining room table under all those papers, on the counter under those other piles of papers, in the diaper bag, in the bathroom...

I went to lunch with my sister in law the other day and upon grabbing the diaper bag, Precious Baby in her car seat and what I thought were my keys, I locked the door and closed it behind me. I immediately realized that I had grabbed hubby's keys to our Expedition (with NO house key on the key ring, go figure), but my car had the base for the car seat and stroller - all of which hubby's car did not. LUCKILY my car was open so I grabbed the base and stroller and loaded it all up in the Expedition. I then left for my lunch date and had to tell hubby my failings {again} so I could get the house key so I could get back in the house after lunch. He saved me, once again, and had my house key waiting for me when I was ready to go home. Another key fail

I did laundry. I washed it. I forgot to put it in the dryer. Monday morning Hubby got ready and had no underwear. Hubby wore wet chonies to work. Laundry Fail. I'd hate to admit that this has happened more than once. Mess... really!

I lost my ID. I have this little ID holder that holds me my ATM cards and  driver's license. The other week I distinctively remember Lil Rev handing me my ID; I had my hands full, I was busy doing something, and I put it somewhere.... where? I don't know! I've been on the hunt now looking in my pant pockets, in drawers, in crevices around the house, baskets, my car, the diaper bag... twice, seriously it was no where to be found. I dug up my check book to be able to pay for things in the mean time and guess what? most people want to see my ID when I write a check. Luckily, I play the disheveled new Mom look who "forgot her ID in her purse and doesn't have it in the diaper bag but knows her DL#" real real well! So Mother in Law baby sat Precious Baby while I chaperoned Lil Rev on a field trip and I wanted to thank her for just being so wonderful and a great support, I take her to lunch and guess what? the restaurant doesn't accept checks. Hot Mess. She paid. Failing.
* the topper to my ID debacle is that I found it today!! it was in its "designated spot", in my drawer but was all the way in the back and I had not seen it when I rummaged through it on my hunt.

I've concluded that I'm just getting lost in those big beautiful eyes but I have high hopes that my old somewhat forgetful and occasionally ditsy self returns, hopefully sooner than later!


Saturday Night

Here we are, Saturday night in RevilleVille. We always look forward for the weekends to relax, play, work on projects, catch up on housework  & MOVIES. During the school week the t.v. Is (mostly) off while Lil Rev is around & we eat dinner together at the dining table. But weekends are a different story. When Lil Rev wakes up, he watches cartoons and we love watching movies with him from our childhood. Today we took out our Halloween decorations & started decorating, bbq'd chicken, grilled up some veggies from our garden & ate dinner in our living room while watching The Neverending Story. A very happy Saturday in R home


Drunko Bunco

I'm part of a ladies bunco group, I absolutely love our monthly gatherings and am really enjoying getting to know this great group of women. I even learned a new term very relevant to my life right now "Mommy Dating" - another post for another day. Anyways,  i co-hosted the festivities at RevilleVille last night and do you know what that means? I didn't have to drive home, so I could completely indulge, and that I did!!! Hubby took over, bottle fed our Precious Baby, was sequestered to our bedroom all evening and did the whole night time dealo with the kiddos. I got them a pizza & salad for dinner & root beer floats to keep them happy. They watched movies while this mama drank & played & drank & laughed & drank & WON the game!! This was my 1st win and I won $30 in the category of "Most Wins"!!! WINNING, in more ways than 1. Needless to say it was a fabulous Thursday night... Until I woke up, as you can imagine. I had a handful of beers last night and upon waking up at 5:30  this AM I felt horrible.  I stumbled & swayed to the kitchen to try to satiate the extreme dehydration I was experiencing and then made my way back to bed. LUCKILY when Precious Baby woke up an hour later I felt wonderful (I even made Hubby a pot of coffee, which I rarely do - sorry honey, I need to get better at that). I made her a bottle & plan to formula feed all day today just to be sure. About that... every time I feed her a bottle (which has only been a few times) I feel guilty, bad, like I'm cheating on her. She does so well switching between the two but I still feel bad! Anyways the point of this whole post is this picture,  this is what I'm doing all day today!! The house is sparkling, the laundry is done-ish, it's Friday & I'm recovering from Drunko Bunco by cuddling with a sweet baby girl all day, blogging, playing & organizing my tablet, searching & adding fun new apps. Oh and enjoying a root beer float too! CHEERS!


New Mom Syndrome...

... Cry at commercials like this and hear the baby "phantom" crying every time I take a shower, even though she's always sound asleep. Oh, and mostly don't care that I mostly, usually, probably look like shit