Groups of three...

So, they say that bad things come in three’s right?  I haven’t had a traffic ticket since I was in college.  I was speeding home from Pullman, trying to get home for the Christmas holiday.  At that point, it was the third in a short period of time also, maybe 6 months.  Lame.

Recently (August) I was driving to get Shea’s Birthday cake from Dairy Queen…Yummy.  It was a Thursday, which means I wasn’t working but I noticed that I had a missed phone call on my work phone.  I don’t know what made me listen to the message.  I usually don’t even look at my phone on my days off, but there I was, listening to this message, in my car, without a blue tooth.  On that note, my job had not yet provided us with a blue tooth even though the law changed about 2 months ago (making it a primary offense), we do most of our phone calls on the road between home visits AND the staff’s multiple requests for them.  Anyway, I get pulled over for using my phone in my car.  I get it…unsafe and now against the law.  I am not denying the fact that I shouldn’t have been on the phone, just super annoyed especially since it was a work related message and I wasn’t even WORKING that day.  Lame.  The ticket was $128, I think, but I went to court and got it decreased to $60.

This Friday I am taking Shawn to a friend’s birthday party in Walla Walla.  Mind you, I was not supposed to be the one driving him.  Jon had been in charge of this but we found out that the party started at 4pm and Jon would be at work till 5pm.  It takes about an hour to get to Walla Walla so it fell into Mommas lap.  I wake Ryann up early from her nap and get on the road around 3:30.  On the way home I had just gotten on the main highway and had not yet got my cruise control set up.  I noticed I was going 70ish mph and started to slow down.  Then I saw the State Patrol pull through the center divider and get on my tail.  I pulled over and he of course gives me a ticket for going 70 in a 60.  He didn’t seem to care that he clocked me 3 times and my speed was going down from 73 to 70.  I don’t usually speed, really.  I may go 5mph over but honestly I don’t make it a habit of hauling ass.  Now I have another ticket for $113 and if I want to reduce it I have to go back to the Walla Walla court house.  Is it worth it?  I will have to pay for gas and it may only get reduced by a few bucks.  Hmmm, what to do… Again, Lame.

Anyone know how to break the jinx of three?  Is there some sort of dance I should be doing to break the cycle?  Maybe certain foods I should be eating or not eating?  Any advice would be appreciated.  *no smart ass comments needed...example: "use your blue tooth and don't speed"*

Same thing, different day...

Okay, I am supper lame at this whole blog thing…I am starting to wonder if I should have even started it.  I am not a good writer or photographer nor do I have a super crazy/fun life that people really care about.  So I thought.  Then my awesome friend M let me know that she looked at the blog and was sad that I hadn’t updated.  In all honesty I feel like my days are the same thing, day in and day out.  Example you ask?  Here it is my week in a nut shell, but what kind of nut shell would it be?  You decide.

Sunday-Tuesday: I am out of the house at my Case Management job.  I am home anywhere between 4:30-6:30, it really depends on my clients…fellow CM, you get this.  I have dinner with the family, which my husband makes cuz he is the BOMB.  I then head into the basement to take care of my two loads of laundry (which I try to do daily so I don’t get behind: because that sucks!).  By this time it is pushing 7ish so I gotta get Ryann into the bathtub.  After this I try and get the house picked up.  There is always a stray sock, paperwork from school, random toys, etc.  Then either Jon or I get Ryann to bed.  This is around 8:00-8:30.  Big kids go down between 9:00-9:15.

Wednesday: I teach my kids at home while fielding phone calls and doing paperwork for the CM job.  I have to go and get my big kids from their PE class at our local court club along with a friend’s kiddos so I have to get Ryann down for her nap early so I can wake her at 3:20 to get to the court club at 3:30.  Then all kids to our place till B comes to pick up her two kids (4ish).  At this point I am trying to figure out dinner and this is done by 5:30-6:00 when Jon comes home.  Then see above for the after dinner routine.

Thursday-Friday:  I am at home doing school work with the kids when I am not transporting them to class at MCP.  Ryann has to be at preschool on Thursday.  I also have to get Shea and Annie to MCP on Thursday.  All of this is supposed to happen at 9:00am.  Then I come home to Shawn and we work.  Then at 11:30 I go pick up Ryann.  Then I take Shawn to school at 1:30 and pick up Shea, bring him home and start him on work.  Then I put Ryann to bed for her nap.  Then I go and get Shawn and Annie at 2:30 from MCP.  We do about an hour more of work and then wrap it up…and then…see above for dinner/after dinner routine.

So, this is why I don’t feel that anyone cares about my day.  It is the same damn thing every week.  Who cares, right?  I can’t even remember any funny or interesting stories.  Ooo, wait…nope never mind…nothin’.  But there was this one time…nope, just kiddin’…nothin’.    Sometimes I feel like a broken record.  I feel like I am often saying the same thing over and over or reliving the same day.  “Annie, did you feed the dogs?” “Shea, you need to put away dishes” “Shawn, did you practice your guitar?” “Ryann, NO!” “Babe, could you please put Ryann to bed tonight?”  Yikes…Does this even make for good reading?  Does anyone else deal with this? 

On a wicked awesome note…all of my big kids tested a whole grade level ABOVE their current grade level in math…cool, right?

Okay…off to do: the after dinner schedule…see above.