Happily Ever After = false

Wow, the title of this entry is depressing. Everyone wants to believe in happily ever after, but I'm not convinced it's true.  Maybe I'm just getting cynical in my old age, and my mature marriage of 13 years.  Ha Ha, no I realize I don't actually know anything,  and I may change my mind later, but this is what I was thinking.
I read an article the other day about a handicapped woman who was hailed at being a success story.  Her success was that she had defied odds and had found love and had gotten married.  I of course congratulate her, but somehow the fact of her success hanging on her getting married rubbed me the wrong way.  It was stated as if, now she had made it.  Now, she has what everyone wants, "Happily Ever After". When really it's not.  I mean marriage is great, but it's not clear sailing after you tie the knot. I think life gets more real when you get married.
I love Disney.  I love their movies, I love going to the parks, I love it that my little girl dresses up like the princesses, but I'm beginning to think it's wrong of them to portray the thinking that marriage is a happily ever after.  Maybe this mentality is why so many people get divorced.  Do we all feel entitled to a happily ever after?  And so when things get hard we bail out?  I hope not.
There are a lot of ups and downs in any marriage.  Mine, since that's the only one I really have license to critic, has had it's fair share of bumps.  Three of those bumps have first names and lived inside of me for 9 months.  Some bumps are just your regular run of the mill day to day stuff, and some bumps are just between me and my Mr. Houston.  But we've worked through them and we will continue to work through future ones, and it's not easy. Part of a quote from former Prophet Gordon B. Hinckley says "most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration".
Maybe you can finally say you are in your happily ever after when you are like my grandparents and have been married for over 60 years, but the funny thing is they still get frustrated with each other today.
 Of course we should be happy when someone gets married, but we should also be truthful and let people know it takes a lot of work to make the happily ever last.  In fact there may be days that you arent happy.  But is it worth it?  Oh yes!  You have to work hard to find your moments of happily ever after.  And yes I know.... I am wise beyond my years :)

Oh no....What are you looking at?

We went to Barnes and Noble this morning for story-time.  Will had some leftover birthday money so he bought a book about fantastic facts. He was so excited to go home and read it!  And of course with me having gotten my degree in English (don't judge my grammar, it was more of a literature degree) I'm all about reading and books!  So he settled down on the couch to read, and I sat down in the kitchen to write a desperately needed grocery list.  As I was deeply into writing my list I hear from my 7 year old son,
"oh my gosh, mom you have to see.  This book shows how babies get in the mom's tummy!".
This exclamation from my son  took my breath away and made my heart stop for a minute.  I was NOT ready to have THIS conversation with a 7 year old.  What the heck type of book did I let my son buy?  The book was is the kids section right?  While all of this is running through my head I was running over ready to slam the book shut.....calmly.  As I was headed over to him he goes on to tell me "see mom look how the baby grows". As I looked down at the book I realized it wasn't what I thought.  It was a gestational timeline photo of how the baby grows in the womb.  You know it starts as a peanut looking baby and on and on until it is fully developed.   Will said "look how tiny it is to start with".  I then, breathing normally again, told him that yes he was that tiny once in my tummy.  And he said, "gross, I was touching your guts". Yes, I can have this conversation, just not the other one ...not yet.
Whew I was relieved.  I almost didn't handle that well.
Now off to grocery shop on this wonderful memorial weekend.  Wish me luck!

I curled my hair for this?

We had the great opportunity to go to a Bees baseball game tonight. Here's the thing, something inside of me wants to make it sound like the game was a wonderful family experience, but then I remember that I'm trying to be "real".  So, I can not tell a lie...  The night actually kind of sucked. I mean there were some ok parts, but I'm pretty sure I don't want a do over.  It all started when Mr. Houston came home from work.  We both got a little grouchy at each other.... GASPS...  yes even us perfectly married people know how to  get into a fight :). Now there are 3 sides to a fight ya know (mine,mine,and mine) so luckily I'm writing this so you can get the correct info...  I was mad that no one noticed what a lovely clean home I had provided for them to come home to.  I mean hello I vacuumed AND mopped.  Also, people, I had taken a crazy amount of time to curl my hair. You may not think that last part is anything to complain about, but if you had my hair you would understand my misery. I can't remember the last time I curled my hair because it takes FOREVER.  Today I had started the tedious processes of getting my hair to curl for the eyes of my Mr. Houston, but since he didn't even notice, I'm  changing my mind...  I curled it specifically for The Bees.  That's right Utah Baseball I curled my hair for you.  Also, just to be fair, apparently Mr. Houston had had a bad day at work and I was not being empathetic.  Anywhooo, so we weren't communicating our FEELINGS. Off to the baseball game we went with kids in tow.  Parking was crazy, the wind was crazy, someone was sitting in our seats, the kids kept complaining that it was "SO boring".  Luckily my Mr. Houston bought those complaining kids some cotton candy and then it became the best night ever for them. The Bees were playing horribly.  Hello Bees didn't you hear I curled my hair for you?  You all could have tried harder in my opinion. Well at least we got to ride the little train around the baseball field.  But seriously did I really curl my hair for all of this?  Next time it will be a hat day.

P.S.
I feel a little bit bad about complaining about my husband.  I love you Mr. Houston.  You are a good guy, but come on please notice the hair... It's way more important than noticing if I vacuumed.  Let this just be a reminder for all you good guys out there. When a woman does something different with her hair-notice, or just try to notice.

Why is the Academy Award immodest?

My oldest daughter is almost 10, and is a beauty!  Sometimes I worry about this beauty.  You know the "she's gonna grow up and start dating" type of worry.  Of course I want this to happen for her, but I just feel like time is flying by and sometimes it's going too fast.
Anyway, she just finished an acting class that she has been participating in all school year and when they finished their final performance they all got a replica of the academy award because they were all so awesome!  On this particular night with her on stage I was more stuck by her beauty (yes I can keep saying that because she's my baby).  After the performance she runs out to find me, and the first thing she says to me as I'm trying to tell her she did great is: "mom this statue does NOT have any pants on, I can see his butt"  she is saying this loudly and laughing hysterically.  And that is when I realized I don't have to worry about her growing up too much yet.  She is still totally a kid inside.  And then she went on to show everyone in our extended family that it is true the statue has no clothes on....  I wasn't even embarrassed she was kind of making a scene with her naked statue talk, I was just glad to have her be a silly kid.  And really why is that award a naked person?  Here's a picture if you don't believe me :0

Messy House

Dear Clean House,
How are you? I enjoyed your visit the other day. I don't see you around as often as I would like. I get the feeling that maybe you don't like my kids, because it's amazing at how fast you disappear when they come home. 
Your brother, Messy House, is around us all the time. He and my kids seemed to have really bonded. Maybe if you stuck around for more than a few minutes my kids would start to appreciate you. Think about coming around more often. If not my kids will be in college in about 15 years, so maybe we can see each other more then. 
Well, just know that I love you and you are always welcome around here. 
Yours always, 
Liz

Weight

My 3 year old got out the bathroom scale this morning and checked out the cute little number that registered when she stood on it. Then she asked me to stand on it and when the numbers started going up and up compared to her result she got so excited. She jumped up and down and said "yeah mommy, you won!"
I guess we can confirm she understands the general concept of increasing numbers.

Love from a preschooler!

My kids and I were playing a game last night and I lost (you know,the good mom thing to do, and somehow I always loose). Anyway my 2 oldest were making fun of me for loosing when my cute 3 year old came to my defense. She said to her brother and sister "you guys be quiet she is our mom and she is a good mom". There is nothing like the devotion of a three year old who loves her mama! At least someone is sticking up for me!

My Husband has another wife????

My husband has another wife... No not really, but I got your attention, and I freaked myself out a little too. What I mean is my husband Shawn Houstontravels a lot for work. I mean he travels A LOT, and tons. When he travels it's usually to the same place, so he stays in the same hotel. This hotel is the said "other wife" and may even be better at it than me (I am saying that not Shawn). Here is what I mean. "Hotel wife" is so nice she makes him a boxed breakfast every morning. Hotel wife is so wonderful she makes his bed and cleans his bathroom everyday- EVERYDAY. Hotel wife is so efficient she does his laundry when he stays over the weekend and she gets it back to him all nice and pressed like just a few hours later.
You may think I'm jealous, and I am, but the thing I'm jealous of is not "second wife" but the fact that I don't have "second husband" when Shawn leaves. You see when he leaves I have to do all the regular mom stuff, and then the dad stuff too. I mean come on people I have to unclog toilets, and kill spiders and the worst thing ever is I have to help my forth grader with fractions. I'm not a fan of math, but fractions .... Please no. So come on "second husband" please unclog my toilets and teach the kids to do fractions...... please....
If not I would settle for "second wife" to make me a boxed breakfast and clean my bathroom.

Grocery Miracle....

Parenting tip: Wait until the very last possible moment to go grocery shopping. You know when there's almost nothing to eat, and you are toasting hot dog buns as toast for breakfast. Then go shopping at night when your kids are asleep. The next morning they will think you are the best parent ever! This truly works. I went shopping last night while Shawn got the kids to bed and this morning was like Christmas! This was their reaction this morning, "Mom, you got us cookies AND pudding???!!!!" Then they opened the fridge and said "you got us bread!!!" Seriously who knew you just had to starve your kids a bit to become the best mom ever....

The Pirate Wife

You know that saying "he/she runs a tight ship"? Well, I don't. In comparison to ships, the ship I run is probably closer to a pirate ship. However, my husband, Shawn Houston, does run a tight ship. He would be like the captain in the navy, or something like that, and I'm his pirate wife he picked up along the way. Since he's gone a lot I'm unintentionally teaching the kids to be more like me. I'm raising little pirates. I know this because, while Shawn was gone last week I asked the kids to clean up their rooms and they looked at me and asked "why, Dad's not coming home yet". So apparently we only clean for you Shawn, oh and I really only cook when you are home, and.... I only shave my legs when you're around too .
Anyway, Shawn Houston I whipped our little pirates into shape tonight and made them scrub the deck and their rooms, so NOW you can come home. Oh wait a few, I need to run a razor over these legs . See you soon!!!

Manic Monday.... I mean Thursday

It's hard enough being "just a mom". Hats off to single mom/dads and working moms. I have no idea how you do it. Today along with the mom stuff I decided I should paint two rooms in my home as a surprise for my Mr. Houston when he comes home tomorrow night. Surprise Shawn( I hope you like yellow and blue)!!! So off WE go to Lowes... And by WE I mean me and five kids. While there I had the great idea to buy flowers because my yard was lacking color, oh and I bought spray paint for a table at home that apparently, in my mind, needed to be painted today??? So here's how the rest of the day went: I painted the table, and in-between coats I planted flowers. Next we went inside and I started painting rooms. In between all of this my dogs ran away twice (yes I got a call from someone saying they had my dogs), Claire had acting class, and Will had flag football, and then my kids started complaining of being sick and sure enough they have a temperature. So then I decided it would be a good time to start to cry. So I did. My first instinct when I cry is to call My husband. Im lucky enough to be married to someone that can take my insanity and meltdowns. This whole ranting post is for the soul purpose of telling my Mr Houston thank you for helping me even if you are a 1000 miles away. Thank you for caring enough to talk me off the ledge. I don't know what I'd do without you... I'd probably cry more.
Now I'm siting here looking at my yellow wall thinking it's not quite the right shade... But It will have to wait because I have a naked 3 year old running around who can't find her pjs.
Also I realize I was a bit manic today.

Soccer and Pee

Will scored an awesome goal in his soccer game tonight! To show her support Vivi promptly peed her pants. Way to go Will! And Viv we need to work on your excitement issues.

President Obama Might be Santa

President Obama, Santa, and the Easter Bunny are all on the same playing field (according to my first grader). Back in November my first grader wrote a congratulatory letter to President Obama. We believe in respecting the office of president no matter who you voted for. 
So, a couple of weeks ago we got a nice return package in the mail from the President addressed to my son. In the package were photos of the first dog, and the White House and a nice letter thanking Will for his letter and how the President is so glad that Will is being a good student.... When Will read that part he got all wide eyed and asked 

"how does the President know I'm a good student? He must know everything". 

And that is how President Obama became similar to Santa. Now my son believes that The President is all knowing/seeing like Santa, and of course I will use this to my advantage

 . He truly believes that the president is keeping tabs on his school progress. It does put a slightly different spin on "big brother is watching". But I will take it, And Thank you President Obama for the helpful letter!