venting

I'm not a sympathetic person. Just ask my husband. He has a cold right now. I can hardly stand it. All of the moaning, groaning, coughing, limping, complaining in a nasal-y voice. Are you serious!?! When I'm sick, he usually doesn't even know it. And when he does know it, he says that "being sick is a mental thing. If you just think that you're not sick then you won't be" blah blah blah. Basically, he's full of crap. Today I told him to think positive and he will feel better. Apparently it doesn't work for him. What is it with men and the dramatics? I wish I could just lie around the house when I'm sick. Nice wives will let their husbands sleep all day, make them food in bed, stand by as they lay on the couch and watch TV. But... if you are a frequent viewer of this blog, you'll know... I'm not nice. I don't get to do all that stuff when I'm sick and I get by just fine.
Its the same with Nolan. When he cries I just tell him to be quiet. He has this piercing scream. Like a pterodactyl getting shot out of the sky, only way louder. Try to imagine that. Then he dry heaves. Its horrible. No kid can ever beat it, promise. Every time he screams I make him do it outside. If someone else hears it they go running to him because they think he's probably broken his leg or had an arm chopped off. They are pretty concerned when I tell them to ignore him. Usually it because Madison teased him. Some people would call that tender hearted. I call him a wimp.
I'm mad at my kids today. I guess last night they snuck out of their beds, got into the pantry, stole 4 boxes of fruit snacks (each containing 10 packages) and ate them. All of them. They hid the wrappers in their pillowcases. I'm so glad that we have a dog though. Judd hasn't had the time to pick up the dog poo in quite a while, so guess what punishment for the kids was? Picking up poo, lots and lots of poo. The whole time they were saying things like "I don't like dogs" "I wish we didn't have a dog" "I wish Cooper only pees" Hilarious. Then they were washing windows, they still have toilet scrubbing to do and they paid me for the fruit snacks from their piggy banks. I swore to them that I will never buy fruit snacks again as long as I live and I made them eat carrot sticks for lunch. Seriously, after reading all of this...am I mean?

New Years Resolutions

Every New Year I join the masses and vow to not eat sugar and to exercise more. It usually fails within a few days. Sometimes a few hours ;). I have a confession to make. I love food. I love sugar. I will pretty much eat anything. I think life on a diet is pure torture. This is a realization that I came across last year during my resolution. I might as well have said "my New Years Resolution is to see how long I can torture myself by watching everyone around me eat awesome food while I have to eat carrot sticks." What kind of life is that?!?! Not one I want to try to have. What is life without cookies and milk? Or lemon bars? or cheesecake? or a huge bowl of peanut butter crunch cereal? Or breadsticks with alfredo sauce at Olive Garden? You get the point. So... needless to say, that is not what I'm doing this year. Statistics show that most resolutions are lost by Feb. 14th. I've witnessed this at the gym. The first few weeks of the year the gym is packed. It always makes me laugh.
I do enjoy resolutions. I think they a are wonderful way to try new things and make yourself better. So for this year I've got a couple of things in mind.
1. Kiss my husband at least 10 times a day. (he will like this one ;)
2. Only spend $40 a week on groceries
3. snuggle with my kids every day
4. laugh at my kids mistakes instead of getting angry
5. Drink more water

These things are totally doable and I won't get depressed if I can't do them 24/7. Oh... and of course.... UPDATE MY BLOG more. I've been so bad. It seems everyone has kind of fallen off of the blog band wagon. I miss you guys!