To each his own

Indy requested to poop in the dark by the light of the iPad playing train videos, with the door tightly shut and me standing by side. He looked up at me and said, “I love you, Mama.” I’m thinking, “you’ve gotta KNOW that I love you!”

Thank you, dear.  Although…this wasn’t a post asking for advice as much as it was a post asking for help. Because conversations like this one with Indy are DRIVING ME INSANE. And they’re happening all the freaking time. Mind you, this is merely a snippit of an almost 20 minute car ride in which the questions started, rapid fire, as soon as I strapped Indy into his seat. He asks questions about everything and anything, things that he already knows about and things that I may have answered 10 seconds ago. I know it’s a phase, but this phase is unbelievably annoying. Call me a terrible mom, but I have a feeling you guys know what I’m talking about. 

Other questions have included:

Me: Indy, let’s go!
Indy: What’s go?

Me: Indy! Time to brush your teeth and go to bed!
Indy: Why?
Me: Because it’s bed time.
Indy: What’s bed time?
Me: The time that you go to sleep every night.
Indy: What’s sleep?

Me: Okay, let’ go sit down on the couch.
Indy: What’s couch?

You get the point. So while I appreciate the practical advice, I’d really love for someone to give me a time machine so that I can take a wormhole to when this crap is over.

Someone help me.

Get ready for cute.

This Mother’s day has been pretty uneventful, but I think I like it this way. Since Keith is still unemployed, we of course decided on a very thrifty mother’s day celebration. He made me a small breakfast, then we went out with Julia (the sister who’s about to be a mom) to a BBQ buffet. You heard me right. Then we took Indy to Animal Jungle and now Keith and Indy are out shopping for groceries for my Mother’s day Dinner. No flowers, no gifts, just some really awesome quality time together. Last night, Keith took my hand and said to me, “Elise, I hope you know that I love you and that Indy loves you and that I try to make every day just as special as mother’s day should be for you.” Of course I know that, and most days he succeeds, other days are just too full of life’s challenges but just the same, those are days when I feel the most like a mother. 

My own mom is not able to be with us this year because her mother, my Mama Amor, passed away last Tuesday morning after being in the hospital for over 2 weeks with Pneumonia. My mother flew out to the Philippines on Thursday morning to be with her family and her father. 

I have learned so much from all of the mothers in my life and am so grateful. I look at most moms and wonder how long it took them to get their lives so “together.” My mom cooked dinner every night, had the house spotless, worked part-time/full time and always looked amazing for when my dad walked through the door coming home from work. I realize though, that most moms are doing exactly what I’m doing…just trying our best to get by and to love our families and serve them the best way we know how.

These pictures of Indy seem like so long ago that I can’t even remember what life was like before him!  Look at that face!  That hair! He gets more and more handsome every day! 

Happy Mother’s day, ladies (and gents who are moms, too) and keep on keeping on!  You are the perfect mother for your child! 

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Real update.

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve posted a REAL update. So here’s what’s going on in the Krepcho (pronounced Krep-ko) household.

- Keith is still looking for a job. I’m surprised at how long we’ve lasted. It’s actually not that bad. I’ve just had to cut out all of my spontaneous expenditures…which sucks because I love spending spontaneously. So if anything has come out of Keith being unemployed, it’s the lesson I’m learning that I need to stop putting so much value in material things. Wanting things. I just want stuff all the time!

- Indy is amazing. Nothing new, he just is. Keith and I were talking about p-p-preschools last night and how after the summer…as in 3 months from now, we need to have him enrolled in a preschool! EEEEGAAADS! I’m hoping to do a 3 day a week thing to make the transition into Kindergarten a little less drastic for him. He is very attached to us, after all. Keith tells me a bunch of stories about their adventures at the park or the library. I feel like I’m missing so much because of work!

- I spent a weekend alone in the mountains of Lynchburg. Mkay…it wasn’t all Bon Iver ish as it sounds, a student of mine made All-Virginia Chorus and I stayed in a hotel and got upgraded to a King-Sized bed for free and got to hang out with a bunch of other Chorus teachers. I found ONE who works in the same district as me, is the same age as me and has a set of twins that are the same age as Indy…a few weeks older in age. All of the chorus teachers that taught chorus when I was in high school were there…still teaching chorus. I dunno, but if I’m still teaching high school chorus in 15 years, someone shoot me. Sounds like a mean thing to say, but I don’t know if I can do this my whole life! Anyway, it was a pretty awesome weekend. All expenses paid!

- Yesterday, at the grocery store, I saw and smelled a guy that looked like he got rejected by the casting director of “Jersey Shore” he was on his phone and all I could hear him say as he filled his basket up with frozen dinners was, “Y’know, hot girls are like boomerangs, no matter how far I throw them, they always come back…” I had to resist the urge to kick his basket full of Totinos out of his hand. What a stupid thing to say. I also realized that I’m at the grocery store some 4 of 7 days of the week. That’s way too many trips to the grocery store. Why is it impossible for us to put a list together and then STICK TO THE LIST. It’s like a foreign concept around here.

- If you’re not watching “Girls” or VEEP on HBO, you need to be. Both show are hilarious. I’d be interested in some of your takes on the show “Girls” in particular. Anyone?

In other news.

There’s a GIANT puddle in the middle of the main hallway that leads all paths to or from the bathroom. I know it’s from the toilet because it smells like…toilets in my hallway. Not, poo or pee, but just that bathroom smell that some places have…and now my hallway has. The maintenance people came in and tinkered a little bit with a bunch of stuff a few days ago and now the puddle is bigger. They’re coming back tomorrow, pulling back the carpet and seeing what’s wrong. If they have to replace a bunch of stuff and we’ll be out of a toilet for a few days, do we get hotel comps??

Indy keeps trying to jump over the length of the puddle, but has only had a very small amount of success.  I keep hearing his feet hit with a mushy splat as he lands on the edge of the thing. Gross me out.

Sticky boy!

My darling niece and namesake Chloe Elise is 2 today! Already taking after her aunt- that’s melted chocolate on her hands!

Here’s the trio on Easter. Not interested in posing! From left to right: Chloe Elise, Indiana Matthew & Olivia Rose.