PINT-WTF Puppy???

It’s time to link up with That One Mom over at Only Parent Chronicles!!  This week I am dedicating my post to the crazy-ass puppy that I thought was a NEED…not a WANT….now?  Yeah…not sure she falls in the NEED or WANT category!!  Link up!

 

 

You see…sweet little Cali, our pain in the ass fur ball nearly 4 month old Golden Retriever can be very obedient…but ONLY when I have that Clicker in one hand and treats in the other.  I can’t say it’s ALL her fault since the toddlers seem to run around and get her going.  Wait…it’s not just the toddlers either…the teen ALSO like to get her running around like a fucking maniac because it’s funny to see poor Cali plow into the couch full speed….

What?  That’s not funny?  Well, everyone seems to laugh as Cali shakes off the concussion…..

 

 

 

  

 

 

Cali can sit, lay down, turn around, and give the high-five….too damn cute!!  What’s not so cute is when she jumps up on the back door, and now that she is bigger she reaches the screen…..she is ripping holes in it!  I try to make her sit before opening the door….

 

 

 

 

 

 

She chews everything in site….boxes, pajamas, toys….

 

  

 

 

Really…she is destroying everything…little by little.  She nearly bit off Little Man’s nose because he thought he was being funny by folding her up into the little kid’s couch.  Yeah…not funny.  Lil Lady runs around holding a Poptart over her head just antagonizing the poor pup…

Although it’s kinda funny to hear a 4 year old say from the other room as calm as can be…

“Cali is biting me, again.  Yesss, Cali is chewing me UP!”

 

 

 

 

I left Cali gated in the kitchen while I went to work yesterday.  She got out.  Hey…it’s ok…she just lounged around on the couch all day and waited until I got home to piss in the dining room and shit in the kid’s room….

 

And then….whew…as I turn around here to see WTF she’s into now…yep….

      

…Humping the Bear footstool….

 

(…Hmmmm, maybe I should have kept that pic for a Happy Humpday post!!)

When all is humped, chewed, and mangled….Cali can be as sweet as can be….My four-legged pain in the ass furry friend that wags her tail profusely when I come home or even when I come out of the bathroom for that matter….She’s a lot of work, but a lot of fun too. 

Gotta love a satisfied puppy…

 

 

…and a Bear footstool that’s just been puppy-raped!

Anyhump…Happy Tuesday!!!  Hope your week is going well!!

I Am DONE!

Yes, "done" as in ....

D-O-N-E

....with family babysitters.  I mean no disrepect to the person that was babysitting...well, OK....yes, I just added that in case this person stumbles upon my blog.  Sorry, this is MY blog and I can write what I want.

You see, my sister, Kat, from 2010-Year of Miracles, is the ONLY family member that I would want to babysit my kiddos ever again.  She cares.  Not just about my kids, but she cares about my home and what condition it's left in when she is done babysitting.  She doesn't leave macaroni on the floor, or Poptart pieces throughout the house.  No, she does NOT. 

She does NOT let the little ones jump on the bed to their hearts content until the window blinds are dismantled and broken.  No, she never has done this.

She doesn't let an entire zip lock gallon baggie of chocolate that I received from one of my lovely patients just disappear...in ONE day.  No...never!!  Not that I mind that the last sitter ate here, or that her son ate here....but when we are left with nothing for the week come Wednesday...that just doesn't work for me.  I'm sorry, we are struggling financially, and the sitter knew this. 

When my sister was babysitting, if I forgot to pay her, she wouldn't ask.  Nope...not even a gentle reminder.  It was me calling her saying, "WTF???  You let me forget again!!!!"  The last sitter, family or not, would get paid from us on Friday, then ask for a $20 on Monday for gas.  Ok, fine...so I would deduct that from her total pay.  Then she asks again on Thursday AFTER we hand her a check dated for Friday if she can have another $20 for gas.  Ummmm...the last I checked, most people had to wait for pay day.  Yep, I do.  I can't imagine asking my boss for "just a wee bit to tide me over" before payday!! 

Anybabysitter, I am done with the family sitters unless it can be my sis!  We started a new sitter this past Friday.  Her rates are reasonable.  She appears fairly normal.  Not too young, not too old, and yes, she appears to have what it takes to babysit my "babies"....

She gets coverage for herself if she has an appointment so I shouldn't have to worry about working around her schedule like I have had to do with the past sitters (other than my sis).  She does this out of HER home so MY home shall stay neat and tidy, provided it's neat and tidy when I leave it in the mornings.  The kids had a good time on Friday.  No complaints.

Yes, it's the just the beginning with this new sitter, but I am trying to keep an open mind.  I will try my best to allow this to work for me.  I know...I'm the biggest bitch when it comes to how people watch my kids, but they are MY kids and if I'm paying you, then you better do the job right!!

After reading my Sister's post about her Random Thoughts, I know she understands where I'm coming from with regards to her daughter-in-law babysitting.  Yes, it had a lot to do with the fact that her 3 year old was hard to control when he was at my house with my two little ones.  Mine are no angels...trust me on that one....but I do know that when they are somewhere else, they tend to listen.  I do not know why the little Shorty couldn't listen when he was here....I DO know that some of the things that I witnessed were Just. Not. Good.

I just hope that we can move on from here.  Seriously.  I have learned a lesson.  What lesson? 

NEVER HIRE FAMILY AGAIN!! 

Unless, of course, it's my sister!!  Because she would NEVER do me that way!!



PINT-Grocery Shopping Blues

I absolutely hate grocery shopping, but I absolutely LOVE Post-It Note Tuesday!  Why not combine the good with the bad??  The good must outweigh the bad, yes??  Link up!!  Enjoy PINT with That One Mom!

 

After stopping in at work at Saturday to help a new grad RN with an IV, I decided I would try to get the grocery shopping done.  I despise the grocery store, mostly because I am broke, but also because the people there are asshats!!

I normally LOVE old men.   At Giant Eagle?  Not so much.  This old man was basically following me around.  Ok, he wasn’t following ME, but his path in the grocery store was the same as mine.  I probably wouldn’t have noticed but he was whistling.  Yes, I said “whistling”!!  Not a bad thing, right?  Sure….until he keeps getting louder and louder….

 

Seriously….when we got to the deli counter I was in line first.  I ordered my pounds of nitrates that can kill you lunchmeat (yuk!), but as I was waiting, the Whistler kept getting closer and louder and closer and louder….he was RIGHT next to me, and he was loud.  The whistling was NOT soothing, it was not pretty, it was nothing but irritating the fuck out of me! 

And if the nitrates don’t, I will!!

After dodging the Whistler, the short people, the pushy people and the baggers that destroy my bread, I make it home only to fine dishes not done…..the counter a mess…..

Ignore, Ignore, Ignore……

I start to put the groceries away.  I start with the freezer items….I open the freezer to rearrange everything….pick up the ice cream container and think, huh….this seems rather light…..

  

Not a drop….

I threw it away wondering who had the brainless moment….then figured no big deal, it happens.  I open the fridge to start rearranging to get everything organized….I’m not sure, but we must have some ghost that rearranges shit through out the week because the top shelf items get to the bottom, the crisper drawer items are on the shelves….it’s just a mess come the weekend. 

Any whoozle….what do I find next??   This:

 

 

 

And then this:

 

K…one empty thing I can deal with…three in a row??  Fuck that!!

 

 

 

Seriously….Can’t we just get the items on the list and the empties in the trash??  Otherwise I will teach all you asses a lesson and leave this:

 

Happy Tuesday!!

Welcome To My World

Ok, people....I've been saying for a while that my house is out of control.  Not only the people that reside here, but the entire PLACE is out of control.  Ever since Little Man came around it seems I can't keep up.  I clean and I pick up toys and I do the laundry and I put the clothes away only to have more laundry that very same day.  I help the teen pick up her room and I try to keep up with what the spouse doesn't put away....

.....bottom line.....

It's never ever ending!!!

I KNEW it was out of control, but last Friday my Sis was nice enough to babysit, and she reminded me that it's NOT ALL MY FAULT.  You can see here that she's got my back.  We both would like to know..

WHO HAS DONE THIS TO MY HOUSE??

Seriously....I look around and I see what could be the makings of a brand new episode of "Hoarders".  I've tried to tell the spouse this as I notice him stack yet another thing up high.  He stacks mostly because he is moving the shit out of the reach of the toddlers.  But, come on...if it has to be moved out of reach of the little ones, how about it we find it a new home permanently??  And not have stacks and stacks of shit all over the place? 

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Let's do it again.....

Exhibit A



Exhibit B

Ok, now...Just so you know, either Exhibit A or Exhibit B are pics of MY fucking mess.  The other pics were taken from the web....more specifically, they were taken from the homes of HOARDERS!! 

This is quite scary.

This is insane!!

In my defense, I CAN clean.  I CAN pick up certain areas and make them look nice.  The problem is KEEPING the areas that way.  I clean it up, I walk away, and when I come back it's like I never touched it!!  How the hell does this happen??

Yes, I've had talks with the persons here that can comprehend that I am losing my mind, and when the talk is over I feel like I've at least gotten them to understand where I'm coming from. 

Then....

This.....

Stacking....at it's finest....

I GET IT that Little Man likes to beat the shit out of people and objects with the Lincoln Logs, so why stack 'em up where he can't reach 'em??  Why not throw the fuckers away????  Or put them in a closet out of sight where I had them in the first place??

You see...I CAN clean....



And then 10 minutes later...

It's not rocket science...

As my Sis said over on her blog, my home has been a "daycare" for the past 4 years (since Lilli came along).  My nephew's wife is the current sitter.  I KNOW it's hard to watch all three toddlers (one of them is hers), but I also KNOW it can be done without the house looking like a tornado has gone through it while I was at work.  I'm not certain how she watches them...I know she keeps them safe, but I'm thinking that is her goal, and if  no one is bleeding or being rushed to the ER with a broken bone, then I think she feels her job is done. 

Yes, I like nice things.  And I like things to look nice. 
For example:

Yet, when I come home to find THIS on the floor underneath my NICE thing....

Well, you can see why I get disturbed!  Yes, that is a window blind.  Happens to be from the kids' room where the all three little ones AND the puppy were jumping on the bed.  Lilli admitted to pulling the string too hard as they were jumping, and off it came....

WTF??  How come they were allowed to all be jumping in there in the first place?  I don't allow that!!  In fact, I've beaten asses for that!!

One time I came home from work, the sitter just about ran out the door.  I thought, "wow, must have been a bad day!!"  Then I looked at what normally looks like this:

And THIS is what I saw:

Seriously??

Here's something that may or may not surprise you, our bathroom has turned into the "smoking room".  I can live with this, hell, I even participate in such behavior!  But...and I repeat...BUT...I DO NOT flick anywhere BUT in the ashtray.  The spouse?  Yeah....he has issues....

Why you gotta flick in the sink, my Man??  Huh???  Is this necessary?  Are you showing me I can't tell you where to flick??  Huh?  are ya??  Well...let me tell you, Mister....

Flick THIS!!

                                                                        I apologize for this public display of marital bliss.

Come on, people....can't I get a break?  My sister was right....I am really a  neat freak, and I normally have a nice clean home.  Not that there is dirt, just stuff, and stuff and even more stuff.  My shelves that I'm certain used to look like this:

Well, close enough...
Now they look like this (this pic has not been altered in any way, I promise you that):

Huh...well, not horrible, I guess....maybe my mind is warped a bit and I see things as really bad when maybe they are just slightly crowded.

As I'm sitting here blogging, the spouse throws a few things down the steps and says, "Here's a few things to file away, one of them may look a bit familiar."  I hear thump, thump, WHACK...as the "things" bounce down the steps. 

Oh, niiiice, real NIIIIICE, Spouse!!  For Pete's Sake, why you gotta remind me of the wooden puzzle ordeal??  Why?  Why do you mock me so??

In all fairness, I do try to warn people before they come in that the house may not be up to code, and I hope they can understand that it's NOT MY FAULT....

Yes, this is hanging on my front door.  What more can I say??

I hope you all had a great weekend!!