vacations and such

So whoever thinks that men don't PMS has apparently never lived with one. I also feel that their "symptoms" last much longer than women's and can be cataclysmic. I wont go into details for the sheer sake of my marriage but trust me on this! That being said....

We have an interesting dynamic in our house being that I'm still good friends with my baby daddy and Joey and him have a pretty good relationship (I think). We all just went away for an overnight trip down to the keys and I met the new chick in his life. All very interesting and the juicier and more horrifying details will be in my tell all book. It will be written when I hit middle age, probably around 50 since I plan to live to be 100, still driving and independent of course. I'm hoping by then no one will care as much that I divulge this information. Meeting the new woman in his life is always interesting and stressful. It would also be nice if I don't have to do it many more times. This could give me an ulcer.

I'm sure its intimidating coming into our home and relationships and finding a comfortable place to sit. I commend Joe for being so awesome with it. I'm sure she was thinking to herself "OMG is this what vacations are like as a family?" We all know that the words family and vacation should not be synonymous with one another. Family vacays are a ton of work and everyone usually ends up slightly strung out by the end. With the kids too its not all margaritas and relaxing. There is no sleeping that last drink off. Its more like "I better not have another or we're crossing the fine line of tipsy to inebriated." So I shall remain sober and wrangle them all in like I'm herding cattle. Now, don't get me wrong there are still good times to be had they are just strewn about between the "other" moments. You gotta just shake those "others" off. I'm sure a few months from now all will be forgotten and we'll get the bright idea to do it again. While I'm there then I'll remember how I said I wasn't doing that again....too late! Parenting retards the brain cells.

Our parenting styles are kinda different...he likes to teach Mason songs like Keesha's Tik Tok and I'm in Miami Trick. I however I am still working on the ABC's. Small things like that. I struggled a few times to not strangle him in front of his new girlfriend, wouldn't want to make him look bad or me look crazy.

I guess a vacation can be considered a success based not upon how much fun the adults had but rather on whether we all walked away with all the kids in tow and no one got sick. I mean lets face it, they're all gonna complain about stuff regardless. Its what they do as soon as they can form words.

Testing...testing, 1..2..3..

So I have created this blog site for the strict purposes of making my life and all its hilarity completely public, probably much to the dismay of the people in it. By the way its only hilarious hours or days after whatever incident has occurred, never immediately following. The total obsceness of it needs to pass and settle to make way for the laughter. Thats pretty much how I stay sane....with the laughs. If not I'd be a puddle of insanity on the floor at my husbands feet.

Life can be a series of dysfunctions and sometimes those dysfunctions make their way through my front door. I'm sure I speak for many people when I say this. I'm on the road to taking those dysfunctions and turning them upside down with a smile. Its a learning process, one that I'm not always so eager to take on, but take it on none the less. Through finding a balance between being a mom, a wife, a woman, and a spiritual being, I'm sure (well hopeful anyways) that life will be filled with more living and less interruption. In the meantime though a girl can dream...I mean manifest!

So here is the start of me putting myself out there. Maybe a few of you will think I'm completely nuts, however I have a feeling that most people can relate on some level to something I say. If not then either your in denial or think of yourself as far to normal.