Bad Mom?

Monk Man has been begging for 2 weeks to go to pre-school. I told him no because I had heard it was really expensive. Now in my mind, really expensive means thousands of $$. We just can't swing that.

Well, last night I found out that it is $75 a month. Now that is doable. Especially when our daycare cost would drop from $360/month to $180/month. Half the time=half the bill. We would be saving money.

This morning, I walked over to the school (which just happens to be across the street from my moms house and daycare) to see what I could find out.

I didn't get any good news. The pre-school runs on the same schedule as a normal school year. Period. The only way they could make an exception was if Monk Man was special needs, which he isn't.

The guy I talked to suggested trying Headstart. My sister's baby's daddy's girlfriend (no lie, this is Springer shit) works for Headstart. She is NOT a good person anymore and I refuse to expose Monk Man to her. See, she used to be a good person. She was actually my next door neighbor and I have known her for years. But then she cheated on her husband (who is still my neighbor) and they got divorced. That is when she turned into what she is now. Psycho bitch.

Anyway, now I feel like a bad mom for not getting Monk Man into pre-school earlier. Does it really make me a bad mom or is it just standard mommy guilt?

I really want to make things right so I need your help. I want to start doing pre-school things at home in the evenings.

1) Tell me, what the hell do kids do in pre-school?
2) Send me any links related to home schooling or preschool. Blogs, printable stuff, pictures, web sites, anything.
3) You can email me: mommycrisp at yahoo dot com, PMAN on babycenter or leave a link in your comment.

Update on Mixing it Up and Red Bull Friday

My freezer was delivered this morning. Yay. Its still empty since I grocery on Saturday mornings. Plus I still have to figure out what I am going to keep in the fridge freezer and what I am going to put in the chest freezer.

I left work at around 3 yesterday. I went straight home to get started on the crazy mess. First, I cleaned out the used-to-be-play room. Hubbs took apart Monk Man's bed and took it out of the room sometime yesterday morning so I had a lot of room to clean in. I started on the toys first. And oh my hell were there toys. I dumped them all out on the floor into a pile and set out boxes. 1 box for stuffed animals and 3 for the others. I filled those all up, took 2 bags of broken and Crappy Meal toys out to the trash, AND I took a bag of baby toys to my moms for Ollie.

It only took about an hour and a half to completely empty the used-to-be-play room. Well, the clothes are still in it but I will get to those this weekend.

My living room was packed with boxes of crap. Sorry, no pictures. I was going to take them but Hubbs cleaned off the computer desk and lost my camera.

Then FedEx showed up with Hubb's computer. A day early. I was in the middle of running the vacuum and the driver was lucky my dogs think they are tough otherwise I wouldn't have even noticed.

Hubbs was at Wal-mart getting storage boxes for this weekend's divide and conquer.

When he got home and saw the boxes, all hopes of getting any real work out of him were gone. And so were my hopes of getting all of this done uninterrupted.

But he did manage to help in between trying to get it set up and all the programs loaded.

After the used-to-be-playroom was empty and clean, I moved on to the used-to-be-pantry. I had to put on my MP3 player so I couldn't claim not to hear Hubbs yelling, "Honey! Come here! Where does this plug in?" and "Honey! Come here! Look at this!".

I unloaded the food into laundry baskets and in piles on the floor so Hubbs could move the book cases into the now-a-pantry. Then all the laundry baskets got pushed into the now-a-pantry and emptied. Eventually all the food and stuff was in the now-a-pantry and put back.

By then it was time to pick up the boys. It was an interesting rest of the night. Bobblehead and Monk Man wanted to help. Ugh. Don't get me wrong, I appreciated the attempt, but at 3 and 1, they didn't really help until it came time to put their crap in the empty now-a-play room.

I think I made myself quit around 10, 10:30. But it was around midnight when I finally fell asleep. I think.

Tonight, I still have to go through my artsy-fartsy-craft stuff and put it all away in the now-a-pantry. And move all the clothes from the now-a-pantry into the now-a-playroom.

So that's whats in store for this week's edition of Red Bull Friday.

Clothes. Moving them. Washing them. Putting them away. Maybe. We did rent a bunch of movies on Wednesday.......

Red Bull Friday Update

I actually managed to get most of my Red Bull Friday crap done. Granted it DID take all weekend, 3 Red Bulls and a nap.

So Friday I expected to:
Find the Wii Game
Clean the carpet with soap
Work on the book
Sewing
Cutting and Glueing
Sleep in
Mop the kitchen

In reality, I:
Found the Wii Game--It was in a Spongebob case.
Cleaned the carpet, with soap--Yep, cleaned the 2 recliners while I was at it.
Worked on the book--I didn't write much but I did get a new chapter started
Cutting--I cut but didn't get around to glueing or sewing.
Slept in--Yes! I slept in for an extra hour and a half on Sunday
I even mopped the kitchen.

I know I spelled glueing wrong. Spell check didnt help in the least. Someone please tell me how to spell glueing correctly?

Awwww, who am I kidding

All that stuff I just posted down there.....Yeah, it probably wont get done.

Well, maybe some of it. Until the kids go to bed.

Then I am going to just sit around and play the Guitar Hero games all night.

Having another rough day.

Hubbs has been at the Elks Club for 7 hours and 18 minutes. Ummm, I am not stupid. I know that it does not take that long to play a Shuffleboard Tournament. And he is going to wonder why I am all bitchy when he gets home. Are all men this clueless?

The swamper is broken and it is HOT today. This no cool air sucks.

I cant get onto the Old BBC boards this afternoon.

I want a Vanilla Dr. Pepper from Sonic but I am not going to try to drag both of these kids out in this heat just for a soda. Plus I have no makeup on and the hair is in a ponytail. Scary.

I have pulled Bobblehead out of the bathroom 5441654943 times today because he wants to do this:

and this

and this

and then this

Please ignore the chipping paint and the funny colored/non-matching-the-bathtub calk. I need to get someone to do some work on the bathroom.

Focus on the 8 month old trying to climb in the tub. Cute huh? Anybody want him? I am so not ready for the mobile stage. I am still trying to baby-proof for Monk Man!

Well crap

We are so screwed. Look....





He sounds so excited and proud of himself at the end!

Bobblehead figured out how to crawl yesterday evening. I am so not ready for this. I think I have been in denial. I convinced myself that if I don't push him like I pushed Monk Man that he would stay in the baby stage forever. Not ready for this at all. He has been up on all fours doing the rocking back and forth thing for about 2 months now and I was hoping that he would keep doing that for a really long time.



Nothing is baby proofed. After I caught the crawling on video and managed to keep myself calm enough not to hysterically cry, I ran around the living room like a madwoman picking up all the crap that Bobblehead could possibly put in his mouth. I really need to vacuum the floor. It has been wayyyyy too long since I did that. God only knows what the hell is on that carpet. Gross.


Well, off to baby proof.

One less thing to do

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