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I know I put the blog up for sale last week, but that didn’t mean I was never gonna blog again.  ;-)  I’ve just been a busy little beaver as usual.  I’m finally able to come up for a little air.  So, yes, for the record, even though the blog is for sale I will continue working on my blog and my plan is to make some aesthetic changes to the site soon, so long as I own it and all.

ANYhoo….Aryanna graduated May 29th from Pre-k.  How cute are Pre-k graduations?? Too cute with all the mess ups and all the behaviors kids do, even though they are in front of a room full of parents, but seem to act as if no one is looking.  Man, this is great entertainment.

I had great seats for her graduation - right up front.  So no heads or hands in my pictures of her.  I would post a bunch of pictures here, but there are a lot of other kids and teachers in there and let’s face it, not everyone wants themselves plastered all over the internet.  I did get a few that had only us and I cropped one picture of Aryanna after she got her diploma.

I will say while it was fun hearing them singing and showcasing all the things they learned over the course of the year, I was a little disappointed they didn’t wear graduation cap and gowns.  They, instead, opted to have us provide white tees that the kids decorated with some iron ons of the school’s name.  Then the kids were supposed to wear either denim or khaki bottoms.  Maybe they were on a budget, I don’t know.  It was cute nonetheless!

I know you want to know if I cried.  Surprisingly I didn’t.  I teared up a little bit as she walked out and waved to us so proudly, but I held it together and didn’t ball like I did at Jordyn’s Pre-k graduation.  I think I didn’t cry as much b/c I was going into the unknown when Jordyn was entering school.  Obviously he survived.  I know if he made it ok, so will she.

Here are some of the pictures:

Hi all!  I want to say first, that I absolutely LOVE blogging.  I haven’t told any of my close friends and family and other readers that I was going to be selling Mominator, but I must.  I have my reasons why and I figured I should answer them upfront instead of being bogged by messages wanting to know the same thing.

In a nutshell, balance.  I decided recently to take my writing experience and skills and turn it into a career for myself by becoming a freelance writer.  This just added to my already long list of duties.  I have to find some balance and when I weighed my options, selling Mominator is the option that brings me closer to that balance.

So, here we are.  I am officially putting Mominator.com up for sale.  If, and only if, you are interested and want to make a SERIOUS offer, please click on the “contact” tab above and send me a message with what you’re offering.  I’ll provide more details privately.

This is a great opportunity for someone who has been wanting to get into “mom” blogging.  The name itself gets a lot of attention and always, always, always gets compliments and praises.  Whoever buys this is also getting an established following that I’ve built up for months.   If you’re ready to jump in, send me a message!

Let’s make a deal!

I might get some hate mail for this move.  Aryanna’s hair was almost down to her butt in the back.  A little over a year ago she said she wanted to grow her hair, in her words, “super-duper-luper long”.  Well, how can I argue with that want?  I, myself have mainly had such super-duper-luper long hair throughout my 32 years of life.  On occasion I have completely re-done my look and did something completely opposite of whatever I had at the time.

For months Aryanna has been saying that she wants to cut her hair.  I brushed the notion off at first, but then she kept asking and asking.  Recently, she’s mentioned it once a day, at the very least.  I figured she must really want to do this.  So off to the salon we went yesterday, much to her delight of course.

I love the new look, but I have to say it kind of took that baby look away from her.  She looks a little older now and we ALL know she doesn’t need help growing up any faster than she already is trying to.  They cut off so much that we are donating the hair to locks of love.  Yep, she cut that much off!  I have to say I love it personally.  This is her personality….long and drab is not her…short, fun and bubbly is her to a tee.

Here’s the before and after shots!

I love my children, but sometimes I just don’t understand how they think.  This is especially true for Aryanna.  She is one sharp tack.

Last night Jordyn invited her to have a camp-out in his room which only means she gets to sleep on the floor in her sleeping bag while he sleeps in his bed.  Why this appeals to her, I’ll never know.  Anyway, she was excited and talked about it for hours because even though Jordyn gives her a hard time most days, she loves him.  Since it’s the end of the school year, I decided to let this fly on a school night.  However, being experienced in the department of being a “sleep over hostess” I knew what was coming - lots of talking, fooling around, me going in and out, her coming in and out to tell and so much more.  Armed with this experience I advised both of them that they were only going to have 2 chances and if I had to come in more times than that, their party would be over.

Of course I was right.  They were fooling around and she got up and left the room to tell on him a couple times.  I also had to go in there a few times, so that means I even gave them an extra chance or two or three.  The last straw was when she came out to tell on him for throwing his teddy bear at her.  Here’s how the rest went down…

Me:  “That’s it.  I’m sorry.  I told you I would give you 2 chances and you’ve had more than that and now you have to sleep in your bed.”

In the most drama I have seen since being a faithful watcher of Days of Our Lives for years, she FLIPPED out yelling, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!  I fuh-got I only had a couple chances! I fuh-got! I fuh-got!” and then the child lunged her body through the air onto her sleeping bag and pillow.  I suppose she thought I couldn’t pick the stuff up with her on it.  Of course I swiped the sleeping bag from under her.  I had to pry the pillow from her clutches.  All the while Jordyn is trying to hold in his laughter at this crazy scene which in turn causes me to burst out hysterically laughing at all of the silliness happening.

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I had a glorious day at the beach yesterday.  I know you are wondering how great can a day at the beach be for me to use the word “glorious” and what made it so “glorious”?  Let me help put this into perspective for you.

Four words:  No spouse.  No kids.

It was just me and one of my closest friends who also went sans hubby and children. My husband and her husband agreed, as Mother’s Day gifts to us, to keep the children from when they wake up until we get home so that we could enjoy a day at the beach alone.  It was a win-win.  Mom’s get a break and Dad’s get some one-on-one bonding time.

The second my friend and I got into her mini van, we both let out a screech at the exact same moment.  It was a screech of freedom celebrating something we have long forgotten - ourselves.  As moms we tend to not take enough time to breathe and think of ourselves.  We put our kids, spouses, other family members, friends, houses and even pets first before we even take time for us, leaving us feeling overwhelmed, tired and, at times, emotional.

Anyhoo, back to my gloriousness.<—my word   I won’t bog you down with the details of our day except to say that it didn’t entail me eating my lunch with any little sandy hands in it.  Nor did I have to make several runs to the potty for anyone. I  didn’t have to make a sand castle for anyone.  Nor did I have to hold any shells with a death grip for fear we might lose it even though there are millions just like it under our feet.  I didn’t have to keep my eye on anyone, in fact I could close them if I wanted to.  I didn’t have anyone clinging to my spaghetti string strap top for dear life hoping that, even though it can hardly hold my boob in, surely it will hold a 46 lb child afloat as waves are crashing on us and pulling us back.

Ahhhhhh, the gloriousness of no responsibility for any other human beings.  All I had to do was be there to soak in the warmth of the sun on my body, smell the salty air and feel the sea breeze embrace me as if it were trying to welcome me into it’s home for the day.

The beauty of the day was that we did exactly what we wanted when we wanted.  The eye candy on the beach wasn’t too bad either.  We’re convinced the hot dad that came over to me asking for some sun block because he “left his in his car” was just coming to check me out…that’s what we’re telling ourselves anyways.

It was so relaxing.  I haven’t been to the beach without children in 7 years.  I forgot what it was like.  I hadn’t missed it actually,  I love going to the beach with my family.  It’s a lot of work, but we always have fun together.  It was just nice to get a break and take time for me.  We all need to take time for us!!

I just wanted to take a quick moment to say Happy Mother’s Day out there to all the Moms including my own!!!  I hope everyone is enjoying their special day!

Me.  {raises hand ever so slowly}

Before anyone goes crazy on me about this just keep in mind I’ve told you several times over and over that I am one forgetful person.  This is where I get to say, I told you so. hehe  Obviously my absentmindedness has NO boundaries.  So while I’d like to pretend that I am shocked and horrified that I forgot to brush today, I just can’t.  I have actually forgotten before.  Not often, but it has happened.  What I’m embarrassed about is what I did when I realized that I forgot.

I was rushing out the door to get Aryanna to school.  I put the keys in the ignition and for some reason my mouth felt gritty and yucky just like they do when you haven’t brushed yet.  It hit me.  “Dammit!”, I thought.  I actually sat there a few seconds contemplating what I should do.  I know most of you are screaming at your monitor saying, “YOU GO BRUSH, THAT’S WHAT YOU SHOULD DO!!”  I however, didn’t want to get out of the car.  Hey, I was already comfy and all buckled, what do you want from me?  I looked down and saw the juice drink I brought for myself for the ride.  I took a swig, swished it around like mouthwash and prayed no one at her school would come close enough or even strike up a conversation with me.  Thankfully no one did talk to me except for the usual passing hello’s.

I’m sure you’re wondering why I would embarrass myself so publicly right?  What better way to remember important stuff than through humiliation at times.  Hey, I can laugh at myself.  Now you can laugh with me. 

So there you have it, my confession for the day.  At least when I got back I brushed.