Teething necklace?

So has anyone ever heard of the new "teething necklace?" wow! LAME! Who would buy a necklace that would allow your child to eat something around your neck? That is a bit disturbing to me. Anyhow, need to catch up on here a bit I guess. Thank you to the ones that are helping me make money, I sure do need it. So I am still at work....I work 630-230 everyday, is my boss happy with this...no. Do I care? Double no. Erin screams all day for Vic, therefore, I get about 5 e-mails a day from Vic telling me how all she is doing is screaming screaming screaming. Then I get home and he quickly passes the baby off to me (which I dont mind). I can now testify that men are not made to be stay at home dads, at least my man that is. I come home after working 8 hours, and no consecutive sleep may I add, anyhow I come home and straighten up, put laundry in, get Tristan's things ready for the next day, do his homework with him, give 2 of the 3 kids a bath, help with dinner, lay 2 out of the 3 kids down for bed, take my shower, and prepare for my day the next day. I shortened the stages of all these chores, there is really way more to it. I am not complaing, just venting. So tonight I can gladly say we are not doing anything. Tomorrow is baseball, Sat is his first game, I have to work 3-6 at a kids sale that i am selling in, then Sunday is Erin's baptism....then we are back to Monday again. Boooo. Tomorrow is pet's day at Tristan's school and it is impossible for Vic to bring 2 kids and a dog for show and tell. I am thinking I may dip out of work early and surprise him with Lucy. Well the baby is hungry...until next time. Chow.

The working breastfeeding Mom Part 1

Here you go mom.....
So as we all know, I breastfeed, and work.....therefore I pump. Do I enjoy pumping NO? However I must do it in order for my daughter to live, us not be broke, and to please my mother....hehe. No I really do enjoy it. So every morning I get my pump ready, pack my blue ice, 20,000 breast pads and head to work. I have decided to pump in a certain room at my daycare...little did I realize until today that I was pumping in front of a window....I realized this when the pre-k parents started lining up to drop their children off...I glared out the window thinking "aw they cant see in here" then I noticed the incredibly large woman in the white mini van STARING at me....so I waved. She quickly turned her head and acted like she did not see me......I guess we will see tomorrow if she decides to look in the window again....if so....maybe she will get another wave....depending on my mood...maybe my middle finger, who knows!! Hey, I will let you all know tomorrow! So I continue my pumping....and of course I get 23 phone calls as I pump...so my co-worker comes in, phone in hand....and hand over her eyes, (as if she has never seen a boob before, she has 2 of her own for god sake) anyhow she says "Jennifer, you got a phone call" So I say " come on in" she replies " But i dont wanna make you nervous b.c I know if you get nervous you dont squirt right", I then reply " come on it, I am squirting JUST FINE" . So I have decided next time she decides to take her daily, always on time bowel movement, I will knock on the bathroom door when she receives a phone call, ask her if she can take it, or if it would make her nervous and cause HER not to squirt right. That will be another blog....stay tuned for the results of that one. I have decided that maybe I could advertise my breastfeeding as part of "the daycare" It could go something like this...."Come to our daycare, you get 2 meals, a snack and a breast show every 3 hours.....starting at 7am in the pre-k car line up"
Maybe we could get more customers that way. I have a headache, I am turning in for the night. Until tomorrow......

First day back at work

Ok so here is how my first day back at work went. Alarm goes off at 5:45 am, husband reaches over and turns it off without waking his beautiful wife.....6:20 and baby wakes up and beautiful wife looks at the alarm clock and yells "OH SHIT....I have to leave in 10 mins, damnit Vic you turned the alarm off!" I am now late. I get up, dont brush my hair, DO brush my teeth, feed the baby and make it to work only 7 mins late....whew. Get to work call Vic, Tristan is at school, so far so good. Hour later call Vic.....still good. Hour later, call Vic ....he is stressed and baby has been crying and crying....I freak, I lactate, I get a stomach ache....so I call my mom at work, she makes me feel better...as always. Stupid boss gets to work....ruins my day as usual...paperwork all over the damn office....i am aggravated, so I call Vic again, as if I was not aggravated enough.....baby is STILL screaming and I have "ruined her". SHUT UP! Leave work....get home. Mr. Mom did ok all except the raspberry on Kate's forehead, her skinned knee, the house being a disaster, no wash done, and dinner not taken out or planned. I come home, feed the baby, do the wash, think of dinner, talk to Tristan about school, ask Kate about her "fall", give the baby a bath and get her to sleep in her pack and play.....she has not screamed at all since I have been home. Oh then I cleaned the house, vaccummed and have got ready for the next day....Tristan's back pack ready, clothes picked out, breastmilk thawing....
If i were rich I would order a pizza as I have to cook dinner while Vic bathes the other 2 kids....I have to get up at 5am tomorrow and do this all over again....life is so fun.
I need sleep...I need a hotel room ALONE. Dear God what have I done....maybe Vic will get a job now!!
Gotta go as the chicken is thawed. Until tomorrow.......

P.S. Dont get me wrong, I do love the husband....dearly.

The joys of children

Ok so I have my 4 year old in pre-k (thank god) it has saved his life. I have my 2 year old girl who I am potty training (got it all but the poo), and the newborn baby. WOW! Busy life!
Within the last week, Tristan's teacher has come to me to tell me Tristan is surveying the other teachers to see if they also have breast milk in their "boobs". Thanks Tristan. This tops the day he was "pumping" my breast to try to make my milk move faster like "GrandMary do's"...she is a lactation consultant by the way, not just a Grandma that feels my breast for no reason. This was not worse then the day he walked in on me changing my "sanitary napkin" (b.c I just had a baby) then he informs his teacher that mommy pooped her pants. Again, thanks Tristan, it was NOT poop. I guess since we are all women here, and we get on the same cycle, my dog Lucy has also decided now would be a good time to start her period as well. Thanks dumb dog. Tristan also started t-ball this week.....as if my life was not busy enough.
Kate (the 2 yr old)..the one I am potty training, decided it would be fun to color with poop on her wall. So when I explained to her that poo goes in the potty...the next time she poo's I hear a "uh oh" so I run in the bathroom where she has placed her panies in the tolite and says "poo -poo in potty" . Yes honey, that is not exactly what I was thinking though. Good try, but try harder please Kate. And thanks to GrandMary (who we all love so much) the candy she gave her for going potty, makes her poop just that much more pleasant, thanks mom!!
Then Erin, my beautiful newborn who feels like sucking on the breast should be a 24 hour activity. I dont think so babe. I am already letting you eat every 2 hours...instead of 3. Can you cut me a bit of a break and suck my finger a little more? Dont you know I am driving to and from pre-k and tryng to potty train your sister? I am doing the best I can. That is just a update of what has happened in the last week or 2 in my life. Hopefully today when I pick Tristan up from school he wont have a booger the size of a golf ball on his shirt....he told me he kept trying to flick it but it wold not come off, so he just decided to stick it on the bottom of his shirt, it was so big I think it came straight from his brain. Dear god it was so gross. I love you son, I really do. Until tomorrow when I have another new story. Chow.

Props to Nicolle

Thanks to Nicolle Dunn who set this up for me, everyone can now all read about my crazy life. Props Nicolle...aka team mom.