Ummm, Guess What? PLEASE READ


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Ummm,  we are moving! Err,  to a new Web address,  not another duty station. Although,  you could equate it to that. Anyways,  when we move (sooner than you think) we will need you to follow us there.

We don’t want to lose you. That could make us look like bad parents. And we maaayyyy have lost a kid or two before. Just saying… We don’t want to lose you either.

So please follow us at http://www.chaosorganized25.com

And please don’t make me beg. I look really unattractive when I do.

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I’m Sitting Alone in my Closet with a Beer; We’ve All Been There


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Don’t judge. I’ve been called a lot of despicable and ugly names; but fake ain’t one. It’s been a long day and as I’m finally able to take a breather and come out of my closet (please don’t judge my mess either), I can sit back enjoying my beer and smirk at the events of today. I didn’t smile because they all didn’t make me happy; but there definitely is humor to my day.

However, as I sat in my closet and notice our unpacked suitcases from the move, found the raw hides the dogs been hiding, and the clipped toe nails from around the trash can by the toilet (I told you I don’t hold back) I thought about everything that happened today to make it today.

I was able to attend my second MOPS meeting here in town. I loved it. I got to talk to other real mom’s like me; the ones who admit they hide in their bathrooms too. We learned about owing motherhood and not negating the value of our job. Just because we don’t have a weekly pay check or putting money into our 401k, does not mean we aren’t worth anything. It just means what we are worth as mom’s is a inmeauserable amount. Remember that moms; there is no hourly wage or yearly salary that can measure up to what we provide for our children and family now and into the future. Also, remember that if you need that 50….err 5 minute break in the bathroom- don’t forget the bottle opener.

Mommy Moment Monday- The Moment When….


The moment when you step on something on the bathroom floor. You look down to see a dried mass of brown….something. Then three feet away you notice the wet toilet paper with a matching brown mass of ….something. Then you remember how 5 minutes before hand you had your foot on the counter and your husband was pulling a small piece of glass out of a cut. Then visions of your foot getting infected, falling off and having a peg leg shoot into your head. Yes, this was my Monday morning and yes it was dried poop.

I wont bore you with the disgusting details of the conversation we had discussing why Bug left poop and poopy toilet paper on the ground. However, I will tell you it was quiet entertaining.

Tip{py} Tuesday: Prepare for the worse; Hope for the best- Ways to be in control of your PCS move with special needs children


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MrsMissionControl did it, and now its our turn. We have officially received our temporary reassignment orders with the military. Which mean a lot of quick large scale changes that will start impacting our lives.  I have already started purging house hold goods and all too eagerly have started putting together and updating our PCS binder. Not only that, I am taking it one step futher to create another binder to haul around with me pretty much where ever I go. I guess you can say it is a personal sized PCS binder. A few different sections in each, but they will both serve the same purpose; they will help keep us organized, efficient and seemingly in control during the next several months. Yes, I said several. We don’t like to do anything easy in this family, so we are not going straight to our new base. Instead we are throwing in a class for the hubs and some road tripping for the kids and I through several states starting in mid-may.

Due to the fact we will be Gypsy’s for the next several months, I need to make sure that I have all the important information at my finger tips with me at all times. If not, I could chance the boat sinking or the moving truck catching on fire and all those highly important doctors records, prescription medication information and more might be lost forever (don’t laugh, I actually know families who this has happened to). So don’t be caught without that possibly live-saving information. Additionally, it will be beneficial to carry certain records and reports with you to help settle your children with special needs into new schools and therapies. Since our children will not be starting school right away, it will be important for us to be able to hand over those records to the gaining schools and have everything set in place before we even arrive or our house hold goods come.

I will up updating you all on what I do include in both my personal new family binder and our PCS binder.

Mommy Monday: Beyond Our Front Porch


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Today I had MOPS. Our co-coordinator spoke about telling your life story and creating your story board to help. It was a great talked and it brought back a few things I have been trying to work on personally and goals I want to achieve. We all have grand notions of making goals and setting about wanting to change something about ourselves; but like most resolutions, I fail. I guess that it isn’t that I fail, it’s that I forget. If I don’t have a constant reminder of what it is I am working on, then I have a hard time staying on task.

One of those goals is putting my kids first. Yes, I said it. I don’t always put them first. Does that name me selfish? No, it makes me real and makes me; me. I see these woman trying to live up to a friend they live vicariously through on Facebook or build a home around photography they have seen on Pinterest. However, one day it hits them. It’s not working and they feel like they have failed. They have surrounded themselves with unrealistic goals and ideas, because those goals and ideas were their own.

My friend today shared a story that many people have heard before:

A woman invited her friend over to visit. She meets the friend at the door and offers her a seat on her Home and Garden picture perfect front porch. The two women take sit. Soon the woman offers her friend refreshments and snacks. Inside she goes and brings out a silver platter with pristine sandwich cakes, gourmet cookies and other picture perfect food. The two ladies have a great conversation and visit, soon they hug and the friend leaves.

Her friend is jealous that this woman, with her five kids, is so much more put together than her. The woman probably showered everyday, dressed in ironed and pressed clothes and seemed like she got a complete night of sleep every night.

As the friend leaves, the woman takes a deep breath and exhales as she slowly opens the front door. She trips over the mountain of toys that are scattered and heads into the kitchen where the sink is over flowing with dirty food covered dishes.

She didn’t want her friend to see any of it. She didn’t want her friend to know she was wearing yesterday’s clothes and hadn’t had time for a shower in days. But she gave off the false impression that everything was great; from the front porch.

I realized to a certain extend I do that. I want everyone to think that even with my three special children; I still have it all together. The fact is I don’t. I have a rocky relationship with Diva and constant hate myself for her not loving me the way she loves her father. I have a habit if atomically telling my children “no”, even if it them asking for water and I get irritated when they want to talk to me because I want just 5 more minutes to myself.

I’m trying; very hard. I’ve made progress but not enough. Every day I try harder. But as a mom, I know it’s not my best. I hope that day comes; hopefully before they move out of the house.