Somebody get me the matches! We're Rekindling!

So the hubbs and I hit a speed bump.....I call that speed bump life.  The kids also hit that speed bump with us. So everyone in my home is acting extremely weird.  The kids wont listen, the hubbs and I have jobs that leave us little room for much more than a round of the "grown up" and Hi-Five. (which has some benefits :).

What I think date nights are supposed to look like

All that being said.....we are rekindling.  When I hear the term rekindling I think of things like romantic evenings with cocktail dresses and champagne and fancy dinners and kids being away with a relative or boarding school (wishful thinking here folks).  But no. Our rekindling will be massively different, yet tailor made for us.  I have though about it extensively and I believe it shall go like this:

6:00 am - wake up, get kids dressed, and off to school.  They will wake up with sunny dispositions and dress and groom themselves with no help from me. I will begin cooking a healthy breakfast.

7:45 am - kids load their respective school buses and the hubbs and wave see ya later.


8:00 am - Mimosas! Yessssss...... why not? maybe some upbeat music and we clean the new house and laugh and giggle and shit.

Yumm.....

11:00 - the early show at a movie maybe and lunch at a nearby restaurant.

1:30 pm - a nice drive to the lake or something, music blasting on the car stereo (I'm pretending gas prices aren't sky high)

3:00 pm - Kids get home tell us how awesome school was and do their homework with minimal help from us parents because they are geniuses

6:00 pm - Dinner is served .... because I'm awesome and managed to serve dinner at a really normal Pleasantville time of day. (This never happens)

How happy is this family?

6:45-8:00 pm - a little mind numbing TV as a family, some laughs and the kids tell us how much they love  being a family

Family game night!

9:00 pm - kids head off to bed, and the hubbs and I take a shower (together!!) a little scrabble, some cuddling, a chick flick with action so hubbs doesn't go to sleep and we do the grown up rinse and repeat.

Is this real? They are surely watching an action packed chick flick

Reality: Lots of work, no time for a matinee, or mimosas, cleaning takes place while Hubbs is at work, dinner is always late, gas prices are up so no ones going for  leisurely drive, while my kids are geniuses they still require the brain of the two parental geniuses in the house to complete homework, My little angels are really spawn with selective hearing (they select to not hear anything we say), and that nearby restaurant is a Charley's Grilled Subs with those really awesome kiwi lemonades, not champagne.  So if anyone's got some free time could you do me a favor?

Our version of  a romantic meal

Get Me The Matches .......... We're Rekindling!


~lola

There are some things you just don't see coming

Soooo this post shall be an explanation and a catch up all in one. I miss u guys tons or at least the people I think are reading me..... Sigh***    Here goes:

There are some things you just don't see coming like being a mom in high school. I totally knew unprotected sex could lead to pregnancy. But I really didn't see it coming

There are some things you just don't see coming like a failed marriage. I really didn't think I would end up divorced but sometimes we jump the gun and I did. Down goes Frazier and husband number one.

There are some things you just don't see coming like a really hard life. I totally knew it wouldn't be easy. I was warned and had seen for myself. But no groceries, no new school clothes, Shut off notices, unemployment, those cute lil faces looking at me tell them about the struggle and hope they don't get teased at a school? Didn't see that coming.

There are some things you just don't see coming like quitting a job you really loved because sometimes you just gotta move on. I really lived that gig, I loved the work and I loved my coworkers and I left them. I thought I might work there forever.

There are some things you just don't see coming like your ten year old "becoming a woman". Seriously it felt effed up typing that shit. She still wears panties with the days of week on em. This is nuts. I know that science has proven that this would happen but I wasn't ready. And I didn't see it coming. I really didn't. Not yet at least.

There are some things you just don't see coming like a chance to be married again. That guy you had a crush on at your job? He can totally become your forever and ever person! I had hoped for it, but I wasn't sure it would happen for me. And I'm so glad it did.

There are some things you just don't see coming like almost completely screwing your Second marriage up. Thought I had this shit figured out for sure. I knew we were both making bad decisions but I didn't think we would do that much damage.

There are some things you just don't see coming. We fixed it. Nuff said. We're going strong and working it out. It is hard but I wasn't always positive we would pull it off.

Now the short list of things I didn't se coming:
My computer died
My car broke down
I'm moving
My mom moved out and I miss her
I don't get along with my in-laws
I'm missing a few friends
And I miss blogging


Seemingly these are all things I should have and could have foreseen. But here's the deal: I'm whimsy. I believe in magic and miracles and that positive thoughts make for a better world. I really hoped that the world could be better if everyone would just get all whimsy with me. Then I fell from cloud nine right into depression (I didn't see that coming either). I'm better now. And my few readers are all caught up now. I shall not change my whimsy for the World. I will be me.

Teen mom says: I hate that my kids have to grow with me instead of me helping them grow. I often get scared that I'm effin em up

Mom says : hopefully they will be better for it. I'll help em grow, apologize for the damage, and they will be fine. Or I'll help pay for therapy :-)


P.S. my pc is broken and my normally well placed pics are just gonna show at the end which sux. And is also something I didn't see coming so here's a synopsis
Pic 1: me and my new Lil woman she totally looks like a baby
Pic 2: me and my hubby making it happen
Pic3:the result of unprotected teen sex. My two super awesome spawn
Pic 4: me and the shoulder of the first husband. I own no further proof he ever existed. Lol
Pic 5: me and my mommy. She moved out and I miss her
Pic 6: me and my bestie Nicole the friend that NEVER disappears.

Do You understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?!?

Nope. She doesn't. Who? The Spawn better known as Bean. She doesn't understand, and what's worst, I don't understand her. Her logic is ill- to say the least and her pre -teen mind is convinced its always got something to prove. To Who? Me ......and the Hubbs........and Nana........and the world I guess. But you know what? I'm over it. We had a breakdown / break through last night, I think. Well, I guess it  may just have been one of many to come. I'm just  not so sure I have to wear with all to make it friends. I. Just. Dont. Know.

I tell her to do things, she tells me why it isnt a great idea. I tell her how to do the math problem she is struggling with, she tells me that's not how her teacher taught it. I tell her to clean up, she tells me why she shouldnt have to. I tell her ANYTHING, she has some sort of rebuttal. This is then followed with  a depressed Eeyore like state where she mopes about telling of all the reasons why she is sad. Like: noone understands her, noone listens, noone cares, etc, etc, ETC.

See the resemblance???

I have settled in to the idea that she is on the verge of teenagerness and this makes her prone to mood swings and a general sense of unfairmisunderstoodness. My mom made a valid point yesterday it went like this:
Me: What the Heck is wrong with her?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Nana: Two years ago, she was ten.
Me: I tell her to do things and she absolutely doesn't do it!
Nana: Her brain isn't working properly.
Me: Does She Understand The Words That Are coming Out Of My Mouth!!!!!?????!!!!
Nana: No. She. Doesn't.



AAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAA! Some of this bullshit is really her NOT growing up she's a ten year old trapped inside a wannabe teenager's body. So what do I do now?  I guess I just continue giving orders that she may or may not follow. I'm not against the rod believe that, but it isn't my favorite thing to do. It's tiring, and rendered useless if you don't explain why they ended up with the whooping afterwards.

What I am realizing is this is a monster that I created. I was always into having a kid with a voice who would be heard and stuff like that. I didn't expect it to backfire into a voice that I have to debate with incessantly.

The End Result: I explained to the Beaner her feelings and shit are important, but being OBEDIENT is even more important (It even says so in the Bible). I hope this works.
I digress.  Maybe we will try some family counseling??????

Teen Mom Moment: I once got a call from a teacher who told the Beaner she was in trouble and had to go to timeout. Bean answered her by asking what the other options were. I was proud of this, she wasnt just accepting her fate. I thought this was me being a flipping awesome mom.

Mom Moment: She now hits me with the same shit I had intended for others, NOT Me. She should do what I told her because I said so. Whip the Bible out and see how that works for ya.  (pray for me lol)

See not a teenager an ex 10 yr old.

Mothers Day-- The Real One

So I get it. One Sunday Morning you wake up and your kids have crafted you some sort of card, maybe even made a breakfast. Your husband buys a gift and a card has the kids sign it, or in the case of a close friend of mine Dad signs the card for the kid, cuz its easier. You take a shower everyone stares at you lovingly. Some magical power has caused your kid to wash the dishes- you are amazed. If its your thing you go to church with your own mom. if your mom has passed away, you're a little sad, but you press on the way she would have wanted. You get to church and all the church fellas tell you they appreciate you. There may be breakfast, or brunch, a gift bag, a flower, something to that effect. Church lets out you go to dinner at your fave restaurant. You text all your girlfriends a happy mothers day message. You relax a bit and go to bed. Your regular life is back in play and all in all its a good mothers day right?


Mine went differently. The Hubbs has a new gig. First day? Mother's Day. So I get up, get the girls dressed, the three of us plus one Nana head off to Sunday school (church is our thing). We arrive learn some good stuff ;the kids are antsy, they wont be still and this disturbs me, so I'm not such a cheerful mom this mother's day and all the saints can tell. I give the mom look of wrath. Does this work? Nope. they keep getting up and making noises and distracting others- i'm getting more irritated. It does not look good for the spawn.

I googled bad kid at church I got this book and Lady Gaga! hahaha 

Apparently she is a church kid gone bad? Who knew?

Sunday school dismisses everyone wants to save them, they see whats coming. I close in give a REALLY stern hushed tone reprimanding. They nod their understanding and all finishes well. Church is great, I tell all the moms that they are awesome and I mean it ( I grew up with all these ladies). They tell me I'm doing a great job and I believe em. The girls try to go home with a buddy- No happs it's Mother's day they're stuck with me.

Home now,  I clean the kitchen (nope the girls didn't) take a nap. Wake up Nana made dinner. YUM! Me and my mommy watch one of our fave flix...... Avatar! The Hubbs comes home, he's tired; runs bathwater for me lights a couple candles, turns on the jacuzzi thingie I never have time to fire up. It is good. We get in the bed and pass out.  Oh yeah somewhere in there I tell all my Face Book mama's happy mother's day.

Hubbs kinda saved the day! Go Hubbs! needed that bath

That's not how it goes according to the masses. I felt like the day sucked overall.

BUT,  Monday. A random day like any other Monday.  I get home to hugs and kisses from the spawn, their homework is done already, they did all their chores and no one prompted it (I checked with Hubbs and Nana), I got to pee without an interruption. The Hubbs was in a great mood and it was time for me to work out. the spawn told me they would work out with me, Even the Beanster ! (she never participates). We do about 10 sweat attack routines on Just Dance, our favorite song on Just Dance Summer party, and five Michael Jackson Experience songs with a cool down on Rock with You! The bean and I were Sweaty and then we hugged. Munch already skinny only did a few but hung around for moral support. Took a shower the girls and hubbs had dinner (I'm fasting). they took baths freshened up the living room and kitchen and went to bed. bean came and gave me a big hug said nighty night, Munch still likes to be tucked in so I did. The Hubbs handed over the remote and we watched bad reality TV until I drifted off. Monday was pretty awesome by our standards.

I actually made a collage of all the goodness of the Wii. Pray for me I'm mildly obsessed I think 

Yes, I Love this trash!!!

When is Mother's Day? Any day it feels pretty darn great to be a Mom!

 So, to all my Mom's I purposely waited to post in case an epiphany occurred, and here it is HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY !!!!!!!! WHATEVER DAY IT FALLS ON :)

Teen Mom Moment: I never expected to have good Mother's days.  It was drilled into my head that I wasnt supposed to be a mom yet.

This was a good day. it was June 9th. - MOTHERS DAY

Mom Moment:  Mother's day is every day!

You get a double Hi-Five

So I have begun my next new workout regimen in pursuit yet again of not being  That Fat.   In an effort to get my shit together before I hit the big 3-0 in July I have taken to Zumba dance party on ....wait for it.....the Wii!!!! My Love for the Wii has no bounds .  After some wonderful encouragement from the hubbs I took the great $39.99 plunge and bought the software. Here is where it begins friends, wish me luck.

I just wanna share the beginning of my journey and a few fun things with ya so this post wil be uber short.  The fact that my husband loses wieght at lightening speed make me Fee-Ur_Eeee-Ussss (translation: furious)!!!! No matter how much I alter my eating and start up some short lived workout trend...I lose about 10, find 7 quickly and play yoyo with the 3 remaining.  But Not this time dammit!!!!!!

I have this !!!!!!!

My secret weapon lol

 I also have some spawn who I will now acknowledge in a positive light for a change. Here's how the first night of Zumba Wii went:

Me and the hubbs walk in the door with Walmart bags
Bean and Munch: What did y'all get?
Hubbs: A toilet seat and some stuff.... Are yall rooms clean and chores done?
Bean and Munch:.........silence lol (they are obviously not done and this becomes apparent to hubbs
Hubbs: grumbling.......Mommy see what I'm talkin bout??? (he exits the stage)
Lola: I bought yall some campfire marshmallows too! Oh and we know have Zumba for the Wii!!!! (holds up box)
Munch and Bean: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!
Lola: Ya'll gone workout wit me???? I dont wanna be that fat no mo (makes sad face)
Munch: Mommy you're not that fat (see above for what is wrong with this statement)...... But yeah! Phoenix has this game and its fun!!!!!
Bean: Cool Mommy..... I wanna lose my gut and we did this in gym fo like 3 weeks I think i remeber some of the stuff.....you know i cant dance tho.
Hubbs: MOMMY!!!!!! where the movies at ????????
Lola: ON THE SHELF BABE!
Munch: imma put in on now ok mommy?
Lola: Do that! Its about to go down!!!!! (starts doing the im gonna be skinny soon dance)
Bean: Laughing at the I'm gonna be skinny soon dance  picks up kindle and sits on couch
Hubbs: MOMMY!!!!!!!! I DONT SEE EM!!!!!
Lola: FOR REAL?!?!?!?! YOU KNOW IM TRYNA WORKOUT!
Hubbs: SORRY! HOW LONG YOU GONE BE?
Lola: IM WORKIN OUT LEAVE ME ALONE BOO!!!!
Munch: U ready???
Lola: Yup
Lola does first two routines and is now sweating, hot and thirsty
Lola: Munch, get me sum ice water
Bean: You doin good Ma, hi five! (we slap hi five and i continue moving latin style)
Lola: thanks bean, wanna do one ?
Hubbs: BOO! CAN YOU COMERE????
Lola: Munch and Bean ya'll do this one
Hubbs: you working out boo?
Lola: yes, I will be back when it's over babe
Hubbs: okay
Kids: Mommy its over
Lola: here i come
really tough choreographed number comes on  Lola hangs in there pretty good 
Computer generated class instructor: WAY TO GO! YOU'RE DOING GREAT!!!
Lola: I like this class instructor
Bean: You silly mommy
song ends ...Lola is whooped
Bean: That one was hard mommy, you get a double hi five!
(we slap a double hi five and the bellydancing cool down song come on)
Hubbs is peeking in the room, he grins and walks away
Lola and the spawns do the cool down together, laughing at each others moves
Lola: Well that was it chickens! Im gonna be skinny soon! give me a hug
Bean and Munch: UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH! you all sweaty!
Munch: I'm bored
Lola: It's bedtime Munch
Bean: You did good mommy!
Lola: Thanks Bean!
Hubbs: I'm proud of you stinky.... take a shower and get in this bed!
Lola smiles to self and does the skinny dance on her way to the shower. 

Remember how almost every episode ended with them about to get it on? i felt kinda like that lol

We aint quite the Huxtables

The Cast of Zumba on the Wii Day 1

But we are flippin awesome! 

Sidenotes:  I dont make my kids use proper english at home, it's home they know when to shut it off..... I realize this post may have lived up to a few stereotypes, sometimes they're right! :) I had no teen mom moment or regular moment....Just me and the fam! 


happy friday friends!
~lola rouge

Boops and other things we cant avoid.

So, I've got daughters and they are growing, faster than I care for but I dont imagine anyone I know has mother natures number sooooooooooo we are dealing. That being said, we have found a somewhat awkward coping mechanism for the emergence of......Wait for it....... Boops.  I think normal people call em breast, tits, boobs, tatas, you get the picture. But in my quirky little universe we call em Boops.


First lets start with a brief history of why we call em Boops. For reasons I couldn't begin to explain we (the spawns, Nana, and I) used to watch Jon&Kate +8 kinda religiously. And on one episode number 5, or 6, or 4 Idunno which one but it was a little girl asked Jon why little girls have little Boops. Jon refers her to her mom (classic Dad move, I couldn't even get mad at this)because we can be relatively corny the word Boops tickled the lot of us (when I typed that last phrase my voice had a Brittish accent in my head --that was random, back to the subject). Kate explained to her little girls have little boops, and big girls have big boops. Nuff said right? Wrong. My kids launched into a big thing about how they didnt want boops and would resist the process as a whole.

I'm almost positive now, this book was NOT a good influence. I almost made my daughter read it.

Now ever since I was a little Lola I wanted a rack. And was pretty excited when it showed up. But these chicks are running in the opposite direction. Like Peter Pan style... they dont wanna grow up at all. All that girly shit I refuse to dive into on my blog that you can imagine, they are against it. I, like Margaret from the coveted coming of age novel "Are You There God it's Me Margaret" by Judy Blume wanted a rack to show the world I was a little woman! I wonder if that weighs in on why I was knocked up by age sixteen?   Fuggit that's another post on another day. The Bean keeps her boops smashed down with a sports bra, and  Munch refuses to acknowledge their existence.

Seriously these chicks are smiling about this?!?!?!?!  No wonder the spawns run and hide I'm getting nervous

My inner mom tottaly thinks this shit is stoopid hilarious! Ariel refers to the emergence of boops by reffering to them as gaining weight--- HA! and Bean runs into a corner and covers her ears the moment she realizes the topic has been brought up.  Why isnt my life like those weird ass commercials from the eighties where the mom and daughter discuss weird ass shit like femeinine hygeine and then smile at the camera and laugh. Oh I know why..... THAT SHIT DONT HAPPEN. (<---- I realize this is bad grammar. I'm blogging not writing a thesis, and I'm nervous even now discussing this topic I think the spawns are rubbing off on me)

At least THIS isnt my issue. 

I only have questions today readers like:
1. Do I want them to embrace their boops?
2. Is it normal for them to hate tem?
3. Do little boys notice boops in the 4th graade? (I shutter at this thought)
4.Will I miss these days when their hormones take off full throttle and they dig their boops?

I'm afraid now..........holy crap......Someone get the batteries off the charger, we are gonna play the Wii and forget I ever wrote this shit. I'm  freaking my damn self out.  

Their Other Mom.... The Photographer

Thanks to great friends who stick around my kids have a second Mom. Nope I'm not gay..... my children have stolen my best friend.  I actually find this slightly annoying.   I love my kids, I love my best friend but somewhere in my mind I always imagined that the two would be somewhat separate. But... Nope. They have taken over. I occasionally get envious because I'm positive my oldest daughter thinks she's cooler than me. NO ONE should be cooler than me, right?

So here's the deal I've come up with several reasons they might dig my best homie more than me, I don't know why I've made this list but here it is:


1. Both Aneesah and Nicole are Leos. maybe this astrological connection helps them to relate to eachother, their moods, and retarded habits, idiosyncrasies, and shit are alike. I dunno. But I have decided this could be a major factor in all this.

These two chicks....way too close. 

2. She isn't big on discipline. She is the super fun aunt sorta mom type figure who even when she's fussing it just doesn't sound like it to me type chick.  I however, shall biteth off the head of an offensive teen/tween at a moments notice. Someone's gotta scare the shit outta these kids or else you end up on Maury Povich with that Loud screaming dude with the sweater vest right?

This guy always made me laugh... Bad kids watch out He's gonna yell at you!

3. She actually listens to the random shit they talk about. DISCLAIMER: I listen too but after it starts sounding like random babbling about TV and made up scenarios ... I'M OUT. I tune it out and check in occasionally for words that ring important..Don't all moms do this? Nicole has somehow managed to make them think she's listening, even if she isn't listening. Its a mystery really. I'll have to ask her if she listens..

4. She's a photographer, a really good one. I imagine compared to a mom who works at a funeral home (saving that topic for another blog) this would be much more exciting. She takes pictures of them, and they dig it. She even lets them take pics  when they are doing weird sister-y type things. She reminds them that they are super cute model status worthy of a photo girls. I tell them they are a pretty but a photographer? That's the real compliment ....... Whatever lol.

Tell me this kid doesn't feel like a model

Cool lookin pic right? Bean thought so.

See... No photographer would let them behave this way, It's cute though

5. They just love her. At some point I was gonna have to be realistic about all this. Number 5 will be dedicated to that. Nicole has been my friend since before they were born, outside of my mom and brother, cousins (you get the picture, people we don't see everyday) She has been one of few Constants in their life.  I'm a single mom, so their dad isn't with us, and I've been married twice- remove the first step dad now. So Nicole's presence is more predictable than most things.  Is she awesome well sure she's my best friend, and all my awesomeness can only be accompanied by awesomeness.

BUT, here's the deal: My kids take EVERYTHING!! From cream sodas, chips and candy, socks, scarves, earrings and my friends. This shit must stop! I don't go around being super cool chummy mom with their friends. They interrupt girls nights with phone calls .... to ask HER shit, and wine doesn't taste as good when you cant properly gossip and talk about shit they shouldn't hear if they keep coming in the kitchen. BTW they only find her cool separately, because when we are together, a few glasses of wine in....... Our music is dated and the stories we can share? they scoff at.


So there! Super cool more fun than my own mom Nicole! you are only cooler than me sometimes......

Me and The Best friend Nicole

Teen Mom Moment: Leave my friend alone She is mine and I'm your mom Appreciate Me!
Mom Moment: Get ready best bud, when that Mack Truck Hits Me..... You are ON DECK!!!!!


~l. rouge

You're no THAT fat mommy......sigh

Yup. She did it. She said it as I was getting dressed to go perform poetry, on my now fourth attempt at looking like I accidentally look this cool.... "You're not THAT fat mommy." After what I am sure were death rays caused her to wince a bit, She went on to say... You are not fat at all, kinda thick, just not skinny....blah, blah, blah........its too late young spawn.....you have destroyed today's ration of self esteem.

This lovely remark was provided to me via my extremely thin, built like her dad, hazel eyed, long sandy brown hair, thin, long legged tiny waisted, did I mention thin, spawn o mine. I sound like I might be a tad jealous of the wonderful configuration of her 46 chromosomes. I AM. There I said it.  There are other mothers who at some point have felt the same. If not, eff it.  Its how I feel today. So there.

Tiny bundle of compliments

Me a fat baby...cute but fat

You know, When I was pregnant with my little bundle of compliments, there was nothing I hoped for more than she be thee most beautiful little baby in the world. Having been a fat baby, toddler, child, adolescent, teen, and adult (apparently), I wanted a thin childhood for her. So that running fast and not being picked last would not be her fate. And God apparently saw fit to honor this wish. I now wonder if it is a blessing or a curse.





My little sassy pants on more than one occasion has let me know that she totally thinks I'm cute. (I  need her approval, right?). And that while I am not thin, my version of fat is acceptable to her. She compares me to other moms who are bigger than me, but still acceptable because moms just get bigger right? Her perception is clearly skewed. Is it my fault? Whatever......she's just vain and somehow decided she can weigh in on beauty and size in her world of moms.  Uuuugggghhh.

What else would she be but, a cheerleader.... I encouraged this

I (for reasons I cant explain) actually went into conversation with the young spawn about how I was actually a smaller me after I birthed her sister and her. (<-----that's gotta be bad grammar, sounds bad, reads bad. I digress). I showed her pics of my super cool and relatively slim self and showed her pics of other moms who didn't get fat. Then I realize that this conversation is no good......for me.  Now I am forced to realize, i only got this way by eating my feelings.....somebody call Dr. Phil, this teen, single married twice mom has got issues.

Dammit! Kids aren't supposed to help you realize you are a cluster of tom foolery! Shit! I've been working out and doing Yoga booty ballet (Don't judge me, it was a very interesting infomercial) and all other random types of BeachBody workouts, I've even graced a Zumba instructor or two with my presence. But now thanks to super cute thin young spawn, i realize it isn't the workouts.....I eat my feelings.  Thanks Kiddo..... another something to add to the list of stuff I'm still working on.

Me.......Not that Fat...

Lesson for the day: Oh eff it, there isn't one.... someone call my husband and tell him to bring me a Red Bull and Funyuns.  I'm working out this evening.


Teen mom moment:  Kids are annoying, I dont need them making me aware of my issues and flaws.
Mom Moment: i love that little chickadee, her ability to be brutally honest while remaining cute is enviable, and her ability to eat bacon and candy in large amount while still remaining thin inspires me.

Welp, another something off my chest peeps.
~L. rouge

Hippie, Bohemian, Neo-Soul Mom

Soooooo...... I am a Poet. There I said it.  What does that mean really? Depends on who you are are and shit. Mostly it means I'm fairly good with words, and I can make them rhyme, and it usually adds up to a great story type message or something.  I loathe the stereotype that comes with it though. My friends who happen to be poets don't sit around trying to out profound each other or signify everything the other says with a "That's Deep" every few minutes.  Sorry.  I know in your mind it was a cool image, but it just isn't what happens.... We don't dress in all black with berets on like beatniks and shit....we look rather normal actually.

Nope this isnt us......

This IS Us.... See pretty normal looking

What does any of this have to do with you being a mother Lola?  Hold on it will all come together. My new taking up in all things bohemian and poet like has caused a new slot in our relatively scheduled lives.  Now on Tuesdays and Wednesdays which was formerly our slot for mind numbing TV watching and the occasional dance off on The Wii are now the nights when after dinner as I apply my makeup and perfectly planned unplanned random outfit together the kids say something witty to like Oh yeah its Poetry Night see you in a few snaps. They're corny really.

      

             See. Cute but Corny

They often complain that they wanna come and why would I perform poetry somewhere they cant come?, and Why don't I perform somewhere they only serve tea? (because they saw it on TV). Now here comes the part where I guess I might stage a performance where they get to see me perform at home and I would serve tea and dress up and make them feel apart of what I am and What I do. NOPE.


I don't want to. Does this make me a bad mom?   Maybe.  This Poetry thing I do ......ITS MINE. I share everything with their asses. I bought myself a friggin cream soda yesterday and a shit ton of juice for them. What do they want to drink??? Cream Soda....Mine the only one in the house.  I spend 99cents on myself and cant even have that. I realize that this is the price for being someones mom, but I refuse to share this with them. Not yet at least. And furthermore....... Half of that shit is inappropriate for them anyway. Don't get me wrong, I certainly don't write erotic poetry, but they wouldn't get it......maybe I should write a poem they would understand, that's the cool good mom thing to do right? NOPE I don't want to. 

                        Me doing my poetry thang......Kidless






Honestly, I only feel a little bad about this. I think every mom should have a part of the universe that is kid free. And lets just be honest. It isn't the places you thought it would be, like the bedroom, bathroom (nope I still cant pee, poop or shower without an interruption from my 12 and 10 year old daughters), or even work (my kids call and email me at work incessantly). So my space is a dark little dive in the eccentric part of town where I perform poetry under a name other than Mommy


Teen mom moment: Why wont they just leave me alone?????? I want to be someone else for 2 hours twice a week don't they get that??????
Mom moment: I actually do think its pretty awesome that they are interested in what I'm doing, and I'm sure at some point we will share in all things, Wordy, Bohemian, Neo-Soul, and Hippie..... I'm flattered that they think I'm a relatively cool mom. At least 
Munch does :)




~L. rouge