It’s over. The chaos has left the building, replaced by a peaceful quiet. Well, until around 2:30 or so when they return from their dreaded school.
School is back in session. Every single one of those kids are there, stuck in that learning environment. Plus, my husband has returned to his classroom to try to teach his beloved Language Arts to unwilling and sometimes unconscious participants.
Yay me! I’m alone. For a few blessed, sweet like nectar hours.
Our break was so incredibly boring. We just couldn’t motivate to do much. It was cold and the kids were whiny. It doesn’t make for an inviting proposition to be trapped in a car, restaurant or museum with them.
So, we hung out at home a lot. It was grand (not really). I learned some stuff about the family and myself. A few epiphanies, if you will. And yes, I’m going to share them…the ones I can remember…with you.
The sound of chewing food? It completely grosses me out. If I start paying attention to the masticating going on around me, I could totally dry heave. Forget it if the food is dry. The sound that makes is like nails on a chalkboard.
I don’t understand how certain people can treat family like shit and still expect them to be around. Like me? I have way more self respect than that. So no. No extended familybirthday dinner for a certain 13 y/o member of this tribe. Party on without us. We will have our own birthday festivities here. Where our type of familial degradation is celebrated and encouraged because it’s spread out equally instead of weighted on the step side (and let’s not forget the one little bio-dude).
Yes people. Social media is considered media. So media…get used to it because we are here to stay.
Why do I say this? Well, you see. For New Years Eve, I was semi-sponsored by Colgate Wispkiss at the New Years Nation event in Detroit. Semi because only my entrance fee was paid for. Drinks, however, were not included. Had I known, my husband and I would have pitched in the extra few dollars for the upgrade to VIP where the drinks would have been…FREE. Anyway. So, one of our local yet unfamiliar to me, newscasters was covering the event. I went up to her and introduced myself, relaying to her that I was the token blogger for the Detroit event.
She snubbed me. Yes, that’s right. You heard it here first folks. The chick told me, pretty much…NOT INTERESTED in interviewing me. But really? I think it was because I was way better dressed than her, I mean what the heck was she wearing, and she was intimidated. Or something like that.
It made me realize though. That the world of media is not ready to recognize and acknowledge the world of social media as their equal peers.
They can bite me.
My daughter, who is about to turn 14 and whom I love with ever fiber of my being. Well, she has turned into a tremendous twit. Between her love for all things Edward and her crush on Justin Beiber, I’m ready to send out my resume to the circus. I’m the fat lady who can’t sing. I’m sure they can find a place for me at Barnum and Bailey. Anything is better than listening to obsessive talk about her loves. And the distressing thing is, my almost 12 year old daughter is not far behind. In fact, she’s right there with her. Only, not to the twitextreme.
The boys? All three of them. Starting from the 6 year old, all the way up to the almost 14 year old. They are just moody, spoiled shits. Cute. But shits.
I’m so glad that they are back in school. I was ready to go hamster and eat my young. Just for some fricking peace and quiet.
But yay, I don’t have too. I can just let their teachers deal with them. Heh.
thank you for the laugh. I was so there with you. I got to the point where I made them run laps around the house just for a few precious moments of quite.
I can hardly wait. Mine start back to school tomorrow. Right now I have them sorting clothes so that I can stick them in the washer. I no longer fold their clothes, as they just wind up stuffed in a drawer. I want my house back. And I want my sanity back too. Great blogging, you make me laugh so much!
Oh honey. I can only imagine. I only have one little one, and preschool started again today.
I hardly knew what to do with myself in all the silence 🙂
I would welcome a little peace and quiet around here too. Enjoy your ‘me time.’ Brava on your decision to avoid the familial dinner dramas. Prolly best for everyone.
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All 3 of mine are home, currently screaming at each other. I’m about to join them. I don’t even know what peace and quiet is anymore.
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If you hold your breath and turn blue long enough, they will have grown up, gotten married and have kids of their own. And then when they call you and cry “Ma, what do I do with these little monsters?” you can say “Monsters? You don’t remember, do you? Just think of this as me getting even.” and hang up.
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“go hamster and eat my young”…mwahahaha!!! If it’s any consolation, I have felt that way too. Many, many times.; )
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loved iceel’s comment.
It sounds like you needed them to head back to school!
That stinks about being snubbed in Detroit. RUDE!!! Don’t watch her station anymore.
who needs recognition from a snooty TV person anyway. Screw her!
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I’m glad you got everyone on their way and out of the house. I am just glad that my PP will miss the whole Twilight craze but there will probably be something worse when she gets of age.
As for TV bitch, fuck her!
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OMG. The sound of chewing makes me ill. Sitting next to my daughter while she eats makes me crazy.
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Jill, I’m right there with you. And Melissa, congrats on finally getting back your piece of peace!
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I, too, hate (HATE!) the sound of loud, open-mouth chewing. I think some people in my house know that and use it to drive me craaaaazy. Sorry the TV “celebrity” treated you so unprofessionally. When I was a working reporter I knew some nice TV people and some really over-the-top ones who thought they were at the top of the food chain. Remind me someday to share some stories with you. It will put things in perspective.
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yes, yes, me too. My 3 year old is a chomper. Like an effing cow. Also, Melissa, I’m glad you finally found a piece of peace. hope it was a good day.
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I found your blog by the award you received from mummytime. Congrats! I so know how you feel about the few hours of silence after the little rascals go back to school. It’s complete heaven. Better yet it’s like French Silk and a cappucino on a romantic vacation. Of course, the romantic vacation never happens in my house either, but hey, I’m just happy with silence and peace of mind. I love my kids and my husband, but i don’t need em’ in my back pocket. It’s blissful when they leave again after they’ve been invading my space.
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Yes. The twitty age of teens and preteens is something special. The eye rolling and door slamming and OMG mom you are such an idiot looks are enough to send a poor girl to the liquor cabinet by noon. Thankfully school arrives in the knick of time to keep me from spending six weeks in a rehab facility. Wait. Six weeks. Away from home? Hmmmm.
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I about died when you mentioned eating noises. I can’t stand eating noises. My husband slurp and it drives me insane, and he knows it does. I’m curious who the local “celebrity” is. And not only was it nice when my 6yr old went back, but my husband as well. He took 5 days off throughout the holiday. At one point, with windchills in the single digits, I asked him, “shouldn’t you be golfing right now or something?” LOL