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I need a little help.
Zman, who is 10 (11 next month) is currently sharing a room with the almost 2 year old Tatertot.
This arrangement worked extremely well until this past November when the Tatertot was upgraded to a twin bed due to The Great Crib Escape of 2009.
Since the upgrade, Tatertot has adjusted well.
Maybe a little too well.
He loves his new freedom so much that it doesn’t stop him from exploring his surroundings, even if some of the shiny cool looking things aren’t his.
Yes.
He likes to get into his big brother’s stuff.
He pulls clothes out of the drawers.
Finds whatever he can to stand on to get at Zman’s books, wrestling cards or anything else on top the dresser that catches his eye.
And, if he happens to get up before Zman, you can usually find him turning the lights on and crawling into bed with his brother saying “Hi!”

Now, the boy’s are in the Master Bedroom of our home.
So yes, they have the biggest space in the house.
It’s decorated in Packer colors, complete with Lambeau Field on the ceiling.
That’s how it was when we moved in and since we rent, we can’t change it.

Today, we think we have come up with the perfect solution to our problem.
Zman and the Drama Queen would like to share a bedroom (what is currently the boys room) and give the Tatertot his own space to in all honesty, destroy.
Here is where I need help.
Is it okay for an almost 11 year old boy and his 9.5 year old sister to share a bedroom? For the most part the only thing they ever do in their bedroom is sleep.
My thought is as long as they aren’t getting dressed or changing in front of each other everything should be okay. They like to hang out together in there occasionally as it is now just to play on their DS’s or just to escape the Tatertot.

Tell me, what are your thoughts?
Do you think this situation would be okay?
(Now, this would only be happening until we move—which we are hoping is this Fall—into a bigger home.)
Help!!

My apologies.
I’ve been a bad blogger, tweeter etc. lately.
Right now I’m in a funk.
Buried under schoolwork, housework, the kids, finances and everything else I’ve found myself in this funk.
I’m constantly bitchy.
Yes, more than normal.
I’m very irritable.
I lack motivation.
My sex drive is almost non-existent.
I have zero ambition.
And I’m totally stressed out.
I’m also beginning to think that it might just be time to medicate myself since I cry at the drop of a hat.
Seriously, I can watch shows like L.A. Ink where Kat breaks up with Orbi and boom….I’m crying!
Yeah, so I probably depressed.
It is Winter and all.
I don’t get out of the house much.
I don’t have many friends outside of my computer these days.
I’ve become some what of a Hermit.
I miss being able to spend time with my husband and I hate that when I’m having a really shitty down in the dumps day that I take it out on him.
I hate sleeping alone 5 out of 7 nights a week.
I need a vacation.
Without the kids.
Just me and the Hardworking Hubby.
Before we go to New York in August because if I have to wait that long, I’m pretty sure I’m going to kill someone!
Anyone feel like taking on my 3 kids for 2 nights?

I know by now, many of you are probably wondering how my tale of Christmas 2009 ended.

I have received many inquiries as to how we finally gained access to our home.
Did we call the fire department?
Did we call a locksmith?
Did we break a window?
Did we finally get a hold of the E.A.R.L.?

Well….of all of those options…..None are the correct answer.

After going through every key my mom had in her house, checking every door and window only to discover that our house was locked up tight, my Hardworking Hubby did the only thing we could do. He took all of his Tae Kwon Do techniques that he has learned over the years (he’s a 2nd degree black belt), walked around to the side of our garage, raised his leg and lined it up just perfect and kicked the door precisely at the knob and low and behold….We.Were.Finally.In.Our.Garage.

There was minimal damage (thank god, because if the E.A.R.L. were to ever notice, we’d be dead for sure.)

I’m thinking it’s also a good thing that we didn’t lock the door from the garage to the house because then we would have been royally screwed!

After our successful break-in, we headed off to my parents house to spend Christmas with my mom’s side of the family and partake in the White Elephant exchange. I was lucky enough to win my old corded phone, Circa ohmahgawd I had that phone when I was a teenager, in addition to a 2008/2009 Phonebook. Check it out.

It came complete with the phone numbers of all my old friends, boyfriends etcetera. How much better could Christmas get?

There was a brief conversation with my Grandmother (I.WAS.SHOCKED.) She even referred to my children by their actual names. The only part she didn’t succeed at was when she opened her gift from us, a frame with pictures of my children, she pointed at the Drama Queen in the picture and referred to her as Anne (me).

After the festivities at my parent’s house, I returned home, sent the kiddos off to bed and went on my merry way to prepare for Santa (Read: Put out all gifts from Santa by myself, stuff stockings and remove all refuse from the house while everyone else sleeps including the Hardworking Hubby).

At approximately 11:03 pm my head hit my pillow after having been awake for over 36 hours. I am told that by 11:05, I was asleep.

The kids slept until 7:00am (1st time ever!!! on Christmas Day!!!!) and then we were off to open all of their worldly treasures from the man in the suit.

(EPIC MOM FAIL AHEAD)

This is the part were I would normally share pictures with you of 3 children ripping gifts open and creating a HUGE mess of wrapping paper, packaging and twist ties in addition to candy wrappers spread across my house.

But.

Yes, there is a but.

I was a bad parent this year and failed to retrieve my camera and take any pictures of my children opening their gifts.

Bad mommy!

Moving on.

After their gifts were open, batteries inserted, and all things assembled, I passed the fuck out on the couch until 11:00am.

Once I got up, it was a race to shower, get dressed and arrive at my in-laws by noon for a yummy Christmas Day lunch of Ham and scalloped potatoes, Cauliflower & Broccoli with cheese sauce, Ham, Chicken Parmigiana, stuffed mushrooms, chutney, caramelized onions and bread pudding. It was scrumdiddlyumptious!

So, after eating eleventy billion plates full of food, the kids finished opening the remainder of their gifts from the grandparents, we loaded everything and everyone up and made our way home to empty the contents of the truck and off to my parents, this time to spend Christmas with my parents, sister and brother-in-law.

We open what seemed like a pile of never ending presents.

I was THRILLED to get new bedding from my parents along with some other great things (like a sweet ass bag for our New York trip in 2010 for BlogHer10).

Once all was said and done we had our Christmas dinner (pizza from Papa Murphys) and again stuffed ourselves silly.

Zman & The Drama Queen remained at my parents house for the night while the Hardworking Hubby, myself and the Tatertot made our way home.

All in all it was a good, exhausting but fun Christmas.

I’ve been trying to figure out how I managed to survive it all and remain sane.
I would like to say that it was the alcohol and I drank myself into a drunken stupor.
But I can’t even use that excuse because I NEVER had time to enjoy an alcoholic beverage.
I did this all on numerous cans of Diet Cherry Pepsi.
Oh and the awesomeness that was the Twice Baked Potato Casserole I made!

Hope your Christmas was a great as ours!

Here is where my story continues…..

We arrived at my in-laws house right around 9am.
The kids were all charged up to open the gifts from Grandma, Grandpa and Auntie.
Ok……so was my hubby.
As for me…..I was still worried about that little itty bitty detail that you know….WE.ARE.LOCKED.OUT.OF.OUR.HOUSE.ON.CHRISTMAS.EVE.
Not like it was a big deal or anything.
Just the night that Santa Claus is to come to my house and deliver presents to our children.
Again….no biggie.
Right.
We opened gift after gift after gift after gift at my in-laws.
The kids were thrilled with their new toys, video games, movies etc.
The Hardworking Hubby was ecstatic to finally have Season 6,7 and 8 of Smallville in his possession.
Me. I was IN.LOVE. with my new toaster.
All in all we had a good time.

From there, we hurried to load the truck and head North to Great Grandma’s house for lunch, more family and more gifts.
Again, I shared the tale of how we were currently locked out of our home and that the spare keys didn’t work and our Landlords were not home.

By 2:30pm we were finished up North, loaded everyone in the truck once again to journey home.
On the way, we drove past our landlords house in hopes that they were home.
Of course.
They were not.

We continued home with the plan of finding a way into our house.

More to come tomorrow….

Where do I begin to tell the tale of Christmas 2009?

Do I start with the part where on Christmas Eve-Eve, my husband deserted me for sleep along with all three of our children leaving me to be the person in charge of wrapping the remaining presents, getting everyone’s clothes ready for the impending festivities, gathering all of the items necessary to travel for the day and drive my mother to work at 6am so we could use her truck and have more space available to us. Did I mention that while I was doing all of this I somehow for got to sleep?? Yeah. It’s true. I worked on folding laundry, cleaning up the house and who knows what else until my mother arrived at our house at 5:45am so I could bring her to work.

I dropped my mom off at 6:00am.
The weather was shitty.
It was raining/snowing/sleeting on the morning of Christmas Eve.
At one point on my journey back to our house I almost spun out in my mom’s truck.
….shhhh…..don’t tell her…..she will FLIP!

Upon my return home that morning, I attempted to take a little cat nap prior to getting the kids up.
That.Didn’t.Happen.
By 8:30 we were all showered, dressed and loaded into by mom’s truck.
Just as I started the truck and waited for Hardworking Hubby to make sure the house was all locked up….
we had a moment of clarity….
We.Locked.Ourselves.Out.Of.The.House.
Yep.
There we sat, in our driveway at 8:30am on Christmas Eve locked out of our house.
The spare key we gave my mom…..it didn’t work.
Our landlord….out of town.
Our keys and garage door opener…..in our house.
Talk about a fabulous day.
We said fuck it and left.
Off to my in-laws we went.