Attention Walmart Customers

Dear Walmart Customers,

I want to apologize for the massive meltdown you witnessed this evening in the accessories department…and the hair care aisle…and snack foods aisle.

You see, my precious 4 (and 1/2) year old wanted something and she was not pleased with my response (“No, you don’t need that.”).

She then chose to scream and stomp and force tears and get all red faced. Bless her heart, she thought that I’d suddenly change my mind (she was wrong). Honestly, y’all, I don’t know why she hasn’t learned that this doesn’t work with me.

After our Come To Jesus Meeting between the underwear and socks didn’t convince her to find her sanity, I decided we needed to leave before I lost mine.

I went to check out and we left, pronto.

When we got to the car, she then continued her fit, hit her brother and kicked her legs like a madwoman.

All because she wanted something and had been told no.

I just spent the better part of a half our bagging up her toys to earn back. Hopefully, she will be more grateful for the toys she has. Or at the very least figure out not to start a stage 5 meltdown when being told no.

Hopefully, me sticking to my guns will make some impact on her. Because if she doesn’t learn now, she will still act that way at 14 and, well, I’d become an alcoholic and that just won’t fly.

I keep telling myself, “Sometimes being a good mom means evenings of trying to stay calm and hold your ground as they scream and throw a fit.”

I say this, not because I doubt how I handled the situation, but because sometimes you have to repeat things to yourself to keep from losing it on your kid.

Thankfully, tomorrow is a new day. Hopefully, one with fewer tears and more fun.

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I’m kind of a big deal…

I’m really proud of myself. I’ve been quite productive this evening.

After teaching school, I managed to:

  • Go get my hair trimmed with LD and JD as my entourage
  • Pick up AH from Mrs. A’s
  • Come home to a husband cooking dinner (this isn’t one of those things on my list that took effort but I really wanted to mention his awesomeness)
  • Folded laundry
  • After our family dinner, I bathed AH
  • Went for a 2 mile run
  • Got AH dressed for bed & tucked her in complete with prayers, an additional impromptu potty break and a drink of water
  • Folded laundry
  • Tucked LD & JD in bed (again, not lots of work, given their ages, but an enjoyable part of our Thursday night routine)
  • Straightened up the bathroom (aka picking up all the crap everyone else left behind on the floor this evening)
  • FOLDED. LAUNDRY.
  • Type this blog post while keeping my eyelids open.
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    Remind me of all this accomplishment tomorrow morning after I’ve overslept. I will want to remember my burst of productive energy when I’m dragging arse looking for AH’s shoes, helping LD find the jeans she wants to wear to school, signing JD’s school planner and trying to get out the door on time while remembering my coffee.

    Pooh on my elbow

    On the first day of this year’s Month of Thanksgivings, I am thankful for Band Aids.

    I’m not what I’d call a klutz but I pulled a stunt a couple days ago that makes me wonder.

    As I mentioned in my recent post, I recently became a school teacher. Which means I get recess! Okay, I don’t get recess but my students do so that means I spend some time on the playground, so to speak.

    Well, it was time to go inside, so I was calling to one of my kids over my shoulder (not watching where I was walking) and I totally ate it. I don’t mean a cutesy stumble then land on my rear. I’m talking head on, spread eagle, face down on the grass, scraped elbow and all.

    If you’re anything like me, this makes you laugh, almost uncontrollably. But I had to hold in the laughter because I’ve told my little ones that it’s not nice to laugh when someone is hurt.

    And their faces were like, “BOOM. That just happened.”

    So, I dusted myself off, finished lining up my class and chuckled to myself all the way inside.

    But on the way in, a student in a totally different grade in a completely different area outside asked, “Are you okay? I saw you trip back there.”

    Awesome. There are others who saw my fight with the ground and knew I took a beat down.

    It’s ok.

    ‘Cause now I get to sport these nifty Winnie The Pooh band aids on my battle wound.

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    Happy blogging and better balance,
    Adrian

    From corporate America to the classroom

    It’s been a LONG time since my last post. Like, two months. LOTS has happened since I’ve written last.

    There was the first day of school.

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    LD is now an 8th grader, JD is in fifth grade and AH is now in preschool with Ms. A.

    AH also started taking dance classes and she is the most adorable tiny dancer. Ever.

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    Once school started back up life got really busy and I didn’t really have the energy to write.

    Since I wrote my last post, I’ve made quite the career change.

    I’ve gone from recruiting and managing employees in the staffing industry to managing students in a classroom.

    Inner voice- Holy crap. I’m a school teacher!

    I really liked my job as a staffing supervisor but always felt drawn to teaching so when the opportunity arose to teach little ones, I jumped at the chance.

    So far, I’ve loved it. I go home, completely exhausted, thinking, “This is awesome. I can’t believe this is my job!”

    Now that I’ve gotten the hang of lesson planning and organizing craft ideas, I can get back to blogging (and searching Pinterest for school ideas!).

    I’m excited to see what the rest of the school year has in store. And for all the teachers out there who may read my humble little blog, I’d love to hear your tricks of the trade.

    Happy blogging,

    Adrian

    All work and no play makes me a mean mommy

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    I am about to freaking lose it, folks. LOSE. IT.

    I’ve been pulled in what seems to be a million directions (like you’ve never heard that from me before). I’m really trying not to let that make me short tempered and impatient when I get home because I don’t want to be that mom. But…

    Well, let’s just say this week has not been a banner week for me. Mm kay?

    I feel like, despite my efforts, I’m doing a half assed job at work and on the home front.

    I’m exhausted by the time I get home and the last couple days I haven’t done a lot of games or “crafty/fun mom” stuff with AH (cue the mom guilt). I thought, “I’ll take her for ice cream tonight after dinner. Give her/me some mother/daughter face time.”

    We had a great time. Enjoyed our ice cream, went home and everything was smooth sailing. Until bath time. It was all down hill from there.

    This week, AH has been just great unless you tell her to do something. She’s on a major, do-it-my-way-all-by-myself kick.

    And I’m on an if-I-have-to-deal-with-another-screaming-fit-I-will-pull-all-my-hair-out kick.

    So, after fighting with her about brushing her teeth, how many books to read, and getting a drink of water, she was finally in bed.

    And by in bed I mean she was crying for me to come in the room…again. I had already tucked her in, said prayers, went back in to give her nite nite (her silky blanket), got her out of bed to go to the bathroom, tucked her in again and then went back in yet again so she could tell me, between sobs, “I want…to play race …cars at… Miss A’s… tomorroowww!”

    I need a vacation.

    Anyone else had that kind of week?
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    Easy Peasy Garlic Bread Pizza

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    As Mondays go, today wasn’t half bad. Work was busy but manageable; I felt recharged after the weekend.

    At some point today, I realized I had forgotten to thaw anything out for dinner. This either means we eat out (and spent twice as much as we would at the grocery store) or I come up with something quick and easy, stat.

    I immediately thought of my mom’s “pizza bread” (as she calls it) and dinner was as good as done.

    Here’s what you’ll need:

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    2 – loaves frozen garlic bread (I use Pepperidge Farm)
    1 – pkg (3.5oz) of pepperoni
    2 – pkgs mozzarella cheese
    Toppings: onion, Roma tomato, bell pepper, black olives, etc.
    1 small jar Ragu Chunky tomato sauce (for dipping)

    Set your frozen garlic bread out to thaw. Preheat your oven to 400 degrees. Slice your vegetable toppings while the oven preheats. I used tomatoes, bell peppers and onion (Black olives are great, too, but in my mad dash through the grocery store, I forgot them).

    Take the thawed out garlic bread and place each half face up on a baking sheet.

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    Layer your toppings beginning with the pepperoni and then adding your veggies.

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    The last topping you put on your garlic bread pizza is the cheese. You may not need both packages, but we like it really cheesy so one package isn’t enough for both loaves.

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    Once that’s done, place your pizza in the oven and bake at 400 degrees for 13-15 minutes or until edges are toasty and cheese is melted. I like ours crispy so I bake it the full 15 minutes.

    Remove from the oven and let cool for five minutes before slicing. While the pizza is cooling, heat the tomato sauce for dipping.

    Serve with tomato sauce and garnish with Parmesan cheese (optional).

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    Enjoy!!

    Happy Monday,
    Adrian