The oddly normal life of Clorie

I remember hearing it SO much in a day I almost wished I wouldn't hear it again. I remember never having a moment to myself  (not even to pee or bathe) I remember wishing for just one minute to myself that wasn't still spent somehow dealing with the kids.  Those moments I've wished for, they're here.  I get home from 9 hours of work and no one runs to the door. If I'm lucky someone will ask what I'm cooking and when it's going to be ready before slinking back off into the bedroom, closing the door, and blaring the music...  So tonight I took a bath. I used to BEG for just ONE UNINTERRUPTED bath... tonight as I was shaving hard to reach areas and spread in odd directions in the tub there was a knock.  "Are you almost done mama?" It was my son my baby boy who's now taller than me... he wanted me to "tickle his back" to help him fall asleep. Give me a moment (I grinned ear to ear) finished what I could reach without learning yoga, ...

I'm not even sure how long of a while, but it seems like forever since I've blogged. The other day my time hop on facebook  brought me back to a blog I'd written years ago (and something I'd have forgotten otherwise) and I was thinking how glad I was to have my blogs.  Things that were crazy, or stressful then are great memories now! Then I realized the crap were going through as a family right now, might be the same 10 years from now so I must continue. I must chronical this oddly normal life of mine. Odder yet now that, come Saturday I will have ALL TEENAGERS.

My middle child just got a job. Car hop at sonic. I'm hopeful she does great. She's saving for a car. My son has armpit hair and the start of a mustache which trips me out. My baby girl (she'll kill me for this) started her period... today she woke up and came to the living room.  Good morning I say... "I want chocolate. How long does a period last. I don't like it....do we have chocolate?" Ah the joys of womanhood.

 Some days I hate my job. My boss can be hard to work for. The company seems to not appreciate me the way I feel I should be appreciated.... But then I have my customers. The ones that ask for me, ask how my kids are, tell me about their lives, or just seem to like having me wait on them.  Every holiday people tend to be a little extra generous a time or two and I ALWAYS appreciate it. It helps me buy gifts for my family around this time... It also helps keep up with the bills because business tends to slow down around the holidays, and my dear husbands job lays him off a while around now every year.  So that being said. We are going to be spending Christmas at home, Christmas eve is at the in laws, and I was kind of wondering where I would come up with money for the traditional ham. Now we have a chicken I could make, but the kids like tradition, and traditionally we have a ham...  Today I made very nice tips. Quite a few people left more than the usual I am c...

One night a month a friend has started a ladies night. So far I've attended 2. 6 ish to 10 ish so 4 hours of girl time. Non mom time. Me time. 4 hours...a MONTH. Mind you a normal evening at my house is me.... cooking dinner. Playing on my phone. Chatting on the phone. Cleaning. Maybe doing a craft or wrapping presents or doing photography tutorials while my children are in their bedrooms doors shut earphones in. The only difference tonight. I was not in the house...and I did not cook dinner.  You would have thought I left a couple 2 year Olds home alone.  Everyone went to bed hungry because I was not here to feed them....and the hubby asked "how many girls nights are you going to have". For real? When I do cook...half the time it's only picked at and complained about. I guess I should be thankful I was obviously "missed " there for I guess I'm loved. Oh yes and I tried to loop arms with the boy on our way into walmart...he pulled away as though ...

Like 3x a week my son will Facebook message me. Please come get me. Get me early. It's like he's in jail or something!  Poor kid. He gets what 2 weeks off here in just a few. Hang in there boy! My baby is almost 12. I want to cry. Time flies.

Life has been crazy. One kid has moved out...and honestly done much better than I'd ever expected.  Rides here and there....and her laundry is currently being washed here.... but she's making it.... on her own. I'm very proud. On the home front.... I have a teenage girl about to drive ALONE. ...teenage boy who wants ABS and is growing a mustache and has armpit hair 7 inches long....and my baby who has chosen to become one of them.... she is full on teenage hormonal girl and I am scared for my life and her own almost daily. Christmas looms around the corner as does my husband's impending 6 week lay off. Bills are piling up and my new years resolutions are to never spend another dime on anything we don't  NEED... see above list of children and know that will be highly unlikely. I really want to try to blog more often.  My kids do funny shit and one day I'll be too old to remember any of it.