The Fever


All I can say is THANK GOD my friends are still having bambinos, or I’d be down at the clinic!  There is nothing in this world like holding your newborn child…though holding a dear friend’s brand new babe comes pretty darn close.

My “baby” turned 4 (FOUR!) last month. Where has the time gone? I truly feel as if I’m in a time warp. Make it Stop!

I’d have another baby in a heartbeat. First, I need a (together with me) man….  *sigh*


Don’t Make Me Call The Veggie Monster!

bubMy darling middle child; My sweet little boy; My Bubs that could LIVE on pizza, chicken tenders & french fries.


Part of being a parent of multiple children, is the witnessing of varied personalities between them. However, more interesting to me, are their food preferences. For instance, in my family: Punks (age 7) LOVES seafood, mushrooms, olives and sweets of any kind. She WILL NOT touch tomatoes, avocados or anything that has been subjected to an onion. Bubs (age 5) could as I’ve already written, live off of pizza, chicken nuggets and fries. He will eat pretty much any starch, however NO vegetables (except corn) and very little fruit. Oh wait, he does like Caesar salad, but NO seafood and minimal sweets. And he’s a spice prince: Hot sauce, crushed red pepper & Continue reading

The Munkees are WILD

My children, my angels, the fruit of my loins, have been maniacal lately. Enough to make me ponder my decision to be a parent. ::yellow page scan for Adoption Agencies:: (Anyone have Angelina & Brad’s number?) Goodness gracious…for serious! I am ready to pull my hair out. Constant bickering, complete disregard of any of my requests, whining, temper tantrums, backtalk…yikes. “Hello? Santa is watching, you know!” (I could save some serious cash this year proving a point: Ooops…yep…you were NAUGHTY, I told you…) The Munkees are pushing mommy over the edge…

While they sleep and as I write this, I am aware of the root of this behavior. When Dr. D. and I split, Punks was 5, Bubs 3 and Mouse 1. Young, not fully aware of what was going on, they bounced back and forth between us like pinballs. My home has been the stable one: One job, no ill-mention of the other parent, adult-issues (finances, stress, etc.) NOT spoken of in munkee presence, casual romance out of sight, daily affection, book-reading, etc. Dad’s house: plenary opposite. A train wreck for me. 2.5 years later, I am constantly “reprogramming” my munchkins.

Dr. D. is engaged. His fiancé has a 4-year old. Their relationship is unhealthy. (shocker.) The kids tell me and even SHE has told me how they argue…yet, she still wants to marry him? (Her background is a grim one…and let’s just say that this is another prime example of how insecurity/low self-esteem is a curse.) The upside: they have set their wedding date for next November, and a lot could happen between now and then. I left this relationship to spare myself and my children from a life of turmoil and [mostly verbal & emotional] abuse, yet here it is, HALF of their life again. It breaks my heart. It is this reason that I wish I were one of the single moms, whose father of her children, just walked away…

My children are acting out. They are aping the behavior they see; and while at times I feel like throwing in the towel because THIS is what I LEFT, I know these are the times I must fight the hardest. Survivor: Outwit. Outsmart. Outplay. Unfortunately for me, the court system in my county SUCKS. And when I say it sucks…it’s “*blink* are you kidding me? sucks.” ie: I always thought it was illegal and you got in *legal* trouble if you purger yourself under oath. ummm…not here. You can LIE. LIE. LIE. and wow…get away with it. *blink* *blink*

Ugh, enough about D.D. It makes my stomach churn. It’s midnight. I’m heading upstairs to snuggle with my wild munkees.

True Life: My Daughter’s a Kleptomaniac


Okay, to the best of my knowledge this is the first item she has taken, but she may as well be a klepto. She’s seven! She stole a gold necklace with a diamond heart charm from LJ’s daughter, gave it my mother; claiming purchase from a school jewelry sale at school for $2. Oh dear. I am beside myself. I knew she was fibbing from the moment I found out that this “junk jewelry” was not as such, but rather quite the opposite. I loathe lying and granted, kids will tell their fair share of little white lies on occasion…but…ummm…I’m not putting up with this behavior. Dr. D. seems to think it’s not that big of a deal. Shocker. But, that’s a WHOLE other blog..and frankly, I’m not in the mood…nor will I ever be. (well…perhaps for an occasional rant here & there.)

So, now I am scouring the Interwebs in search of positive avenues to cease and desist further infraction (in addition to my own talk and repercussions.)

Can’t they just stay little and “innocent” forever? Ugh…where is my wine when I need it?


I bethink the days when my munkees were wee little ones…..swaddled, bundles of love, wholly dependent on me; When I could remain for hours, cradling them in my arms, gently stroking their heads and just watch them sleep. Miracles. Children are incredible miracles. These were blissful moments in time. Now, with the hustle and bustle of my single-parent life; amongst school, sibling rivalry, breakfasts, lunches & dinners, homework, school functions, extracurriculars, cleaning, work & everything else…these junctures aren’t as prevalent. Certainly the fact that they are 3, 5 & 7 and “big kids” now, plays a considerable role. However, at 7:30pm (the weeknights with me), we slow the gears, snuggle for story~time; and when they’ve drifted off to the Land of Nod, these moments are reclaimed.

Today, I took a siesta with Mouse. I held her in my arms as I did when she was an infant and stroked her hair until she fell fast asleep. Wow. Being a parent ROCKS!