*Sigh*

No kidding this was my day in brief Wednesday. Dog arse sleepy, I am awaken just after 6am to 40lbs of wide awake child missing the middle of the bed but landing square on top of me! He complaining about going swimming during school, I told him tough, silently cursing my MIL. Tossed his swim trunks on the pile and walked down to get breakfast for him and let Sully out. He was not going to get to watch any TV in the morning as his attitude the day before sucked. Causing drama again!

FF to work, still dead tired and having to vest up 60 kids of ranging annoying levels, 6 classes. Some happy, some upset. Half way through Logan's section comes in and he is livid. It's like a little mini-me, attitude yea, but nothing to back it up with. Gesturing like a Shakespearean actor he is trying to monologue his way out getting into the water. He got all but dragged in by the 2 teachers professing his unhappiness all the way. Maegan convinced him he wasn't going to sink in the life vest by dunking him. Harsh, not really in my eyes. I went up by his preschool aide and his teacher from last year, they realized 1/2 way to the locker rooms that Logan was not in line. "It was too quiet, we knew Logan was not there without even looking!" He hid with the other section of the class, the teacher didn't even notice. His plan was to get back in to the mix as they switched sections again, he even was going to put water on his head from the bubblier to make his hair wet! I'll give him points for creativity, at 4 it really was a rather brilliant plan! One problem,k everyone knows him and he is too noticeable to seemingly everyone but his teacher this year. His teach from last year was going off about how Logan was acting in the water, going so far as to say let me at your MIL she's damaging him. I just nodded. Corey was looking in and we waved him in to watch the session with Logan. I guess he wasn't expecting to see how badly one comment from his damn mother can warp Logan's view on life. I excused myself and called Michelle to get Bethany's # to set up private lessons. If anyone can get Logan back to the water it will be her. He has a realtionship with Meag so that won't work. I don't need him to be Maichael Phelps, just be able to save himself in case of a water emergancy. Got the # and left her a message, warning her of what she would face.

So, got through the rest of the sessions, went to get some lunch to make at home and then pick up Logan from school. Went home and 1st thing called the college to see if my transcripts made it, they did. Though evealuation was not for a couple weeks as I got them in so late. I asked if she could bump me up (cou;nt hurt to ask!) telling her why it was late. She did! Ha! Corey had to go to work an evening. Loga was livid again. Wonder where the temper came from? Webkinz was down again and that made it worse. So to make it better I suggested a movie, he wanted Harry Potter 3 as I was to start that boo that evening. Fine, I could get my annotations completed. Right!

Corey's OCD was in full gear he called me out of the blue and talking worriedly about our well not being in our name and it was like a class 4 misdemenor or something. WE HAD to find out right then, and who put it in blah blah blah. No notes on the well itself he sent me to the crawlspace to look. So he began google earthing it, and telling me to call the builder. Who's like 70 and lives down the street, and is also an asshole! I said I would call our realtor. Hung up and called her was on the line for 5 minutes. She would check it out. Corey called again I hung up with the realtor and took the call all the while knowing the time on the movie was eeking away and so was my time to get school work done. He "thinks" he found the right well. Umm, fine it's registered no misdemenor in the builders name though. So it is after 5 and he's all worked up about it. Grrr.... Told him we would take care of it later. Hung up and got back to work. He kept texting me about things here and there I was getting annoyed as hell. Then Bethany calles and that takes about 20 minutes just chatting with her and talking about Logan. Text Corey and her has to call to repeat what I just texted him! OCD overload, it takes a special person not to ring someone like his neck sometimes! God Love'em!

After some hardcore complaining and a meltdown Logan was ready for bed finally. Annotations still not done yet. I was already behind, and getting farther. I had planned to work out, and keot too it getting in 3.1 miles and then tackled the school work. I told him what I was doing and he still texted and called me about sending some of the Whooper pics to a coworker of his. I did get a bit of respit in the tub, but then it was time for him to leave work and call me then. Some times I just need to be left alone. They just don't get it. With all their energy bombarding me at all times of the day I am just frazzled near the end of the night.

BTW I did get the annotations done, I did a shity job, I will admit. My heart is not in it as it was last semester. HE is gradeing too slow and asking for too much to be done. You cannot submit step 2 without 1 being graded and you looking it over. I have a ton of stuff waiting to be done but feel I can progress no farther without some grades on earlier ones to see if I am doing it right. I haven't even began structering the 10 pages for the paper. I have nicknamed it "The Fluff Piece on Fluff Balls!" Both the instructor and I know it is NOT going to be an acidemic paper. So I am just trying to get through it and hope for a B and not kill my GPA too much!

So is another day in the life of Krimsin. *sigh*

Some type of grading would be nice

I am sitting here with 5 assignments pending for the damn research class. The professor is doing nothing to grade citation 1 leaving 2,3, and 4 in limbo. Quotations and paraphrasing cannot be submitted till citation 3 is graded. Now I sit getting ramped up to do Critiques 1 and cannot do crap with it either. I want to scream! I let Logan pick a movie to watch (using the term watch loosely) while I do class work. I am constantly interrupted, and asked to do this and that. Telling him he is neither Harry Potter or one of the other Tri-Wizards so "flying" off the couches, stairs in uncalled for. I could have just talked to the wall, might have got through to it better. Sully is just burrowing in his bed, and avoiding the preschool wizard as he runs through the house.

Today would be a banner day to bring Logan out to the YMCA and release him in the adventure challenge for an hour while I either work on school stuff or chat it up with some of the other employees. Instead I sit at home still with no wheels waiting for Sealy's to call and say my Rav is good as new and I can come and pick it up. I keep checking my phone, just in case. Sad, I know!

One thing I found rather interesting from the being home with Logan is his ability to grasp words isn't just photographic memories from pages in the books he reads to us. He picked up my Critique paper and was picking out several words from it. I was impressed. Guess all the reading to him and having him read and write, word of the day, ect., are paying off. Now, if he would only listen better! I think I will put him on his smart-cycle and have him ride, I may work out too. Hmmm.

Got my new jacket today

I checked on the order yesterday in Kearney and they said next Thursday. Corey checked his email this morning and it was at Cabela's. We went and got it. I love it. It is large enough to layer when needed, since it didn't come with a hat, it is a must for me. I slipped it on and even though it is not real fur, or leather, I liken it to slipping into a feather. Or like eating a piece of Dove Milk chaocolate! Needless to say, I like it.

I also bought the beads, and meterial for the guitar pick necklases for Logan's 1/2 birthday goodie bags. So last night I poked holes in 16 picks, and placed connector on them. Now I have to bag them all up, sort beads out, write simple instructions for them, and bag them up.

I will start my yoga this evening, after a break from working out yesterday. Then when I drop off Logan in the mornng for school, I will either swim laps or be off to the hamster wheel they call a track at the Y and do my 2-3 miles. I am with you Alisha, and will keep it up.

Dandy life

I was all pissed off yesterday because it didn't dawn on Corey till 45 minutes before Twilight opened that I could go alone to go see it. I understand the whole trying to protect me thing, but really I am sooo not going to pick up another stalker in a dark movie theater in 2 hours! Really! So I was a bit shorter then usual last night, but Logan to bed all was happier and I watched SurvivorMan. I love that show! I had my bath and chilled out, I had 1/2 a bottle of welches sparkling grape juice and some popcorn to watched the show.

This morning was to be a new day. I got up, put Logan's smart cycle on our big screen and made him ride for 1/2 hour on it while I worked out on my Gazzelle for an hour. Our plan was to go from home to get him a little Webkinz, then lunch. Right now in the 15 minutes it is taking me to write this blog, I have had to put Logan in time out 4 times. Hope it gets better. I am just kind of soso attitude today, held over from yesterday and my feeling of being trapped. There is no me time, even my baths are interrupted by Logan and or Corey nightly. I can't even go to a movie for 2 hours to get away. I cannot quit my job because the kids found out and were upset, so I folded there too. I have 2 papers for one class and one final for another and I cannot even find the time to do those right now. It's like Corey has totally spaced on the fact that I still have school work (that have deadlines)to do on top of house work, family work and real work. Like this last month he has given no consessions for me to go and get my school work done, and having to work every morning makes the up till 3 am kind of hard. Trapped in this dandy life.

YMCA's October Playdate

It was cute. We were shocked by the amount of people that were there. I am guessing it had something to do with the free pumpkins...Logan made this clay-face pumpkin all by himself while I was talking to another employee.


Here he is painting his pumpkin, not so thought out. Rhyme and reason was not there, it was all about getting as much paint and glue on it. Then for some reason painting the word "it" on it's back. Has he been watching movies when I am not looking....??? At least it doesn't look like a creepy clown!