A Powell Family Christmas Card

As a family, we have a grand total of three pictures of all of us together.  Three. With the most recent being taken on Halloween, and all of which were taken on a cell phone. Even if we had a good picture of all of us, I’m still not sure I could do the Shutterfly Super Mom Christmas Card thing.  I simply don’t have the time, the money, or the care.  So, those of you who have been wondering what the Powells have been up to this year.  Allow me to divulge…

Reed 20171202_165251
Age: 7
Grade: 2
Reed will be 8 in a matter of weeks. If you talk to him you’d think he was turning 18.  He insists on participating in adult conversations about which he knows nothing.  Which isn’t annoying at all.  He has a comment for any and all situations.  If you want to know a random made up fact about anything, just ask Reed.  He hates girls and still pisses all over the toilet and floor every morning.  The only subject in school he gives a shit about it Art, which is fine.  He has amazing talent.  We’ve already started saving for Art School, and are accepting the fact that he’ll probably live in our basement for the rest of his life.
Greatest Accomplishment: Gaining just enough weight to not be concerned about his health.

Claire
Age: 2 20171201_184148
Claire will be three next month, despite the fact that is transitioning to 5t clothes as we speak.  She’s a bit of a beast.  She’s the quintessential threenager.  Everything is hers, nothing is her brother’s, and “no” is the answer to every question.  At some point, she came the conclusion that we care about her opinion. I assure you, we do not. She will be starting pre-school in January.  They will be focusing on her speech while she is there.  It would seem I have given birth to a Pentecostal minister who only speaks in tongues.  She loves food and hates pants.
Greatest Accomplishment: Making Reed uncomfortable by stripping naked to play in the basement.

Samuel
Age: 1 20171128_085549
Our little Sammy just turned 1 in October.  He is a real asshole.  He is in the process of cutting his final 4 teeth, and they are taking their sweet ass time.  In his defense, he is finally sleeping through the night, which only took him about a year to do.  I don’t want to say he’s a Mama’s Boy, but he makes Norman Bates looks like a well-adjusted, independent man of the world.  His interests include screaming, crying, open mouth kisses, and laughing at his brother.
Greatest Accomplishment: Figuring out how to walk on the hardwood in socks.

Josh
Age: 41 20171123_135149
Daddy got himself a big boy job.  No more working on cars and having people ask him for free/cheap labor.  Now he gets to sit at a desk and get fat just like the rest of us. While he would love to go to the gym at least three days a week, we have three children.  You take sleep over pretty much anything.  Despite all the changes he has seen over the year, he still hates most of humanity and drinks enough Bourbon to keep Kentucky in business for the foreseeable future.
Greatest Accomplishment: Establishing a new poop schedule based on the new work schedule.

Leah
Age: None of your damn business 20171209_112654
I have had yet another insane year.  I have started and stopped a diet/work out plan about three different times now.  Since February of this year, I have lost zero pounds.  If anyone breaks down and needs a spare tire, just give me a call.  I started drinking coffee for the first time in my life this year.  I officially feel like an adult.  I never wear makeup anymore, and rarely even shower.  If I have to put pants on that aren’t sweatpants, I bitch incessantly about it.  My life revolves around peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, diapers, and saying the word, “No” about a thousand times a day.  And as of January, it will be one whole year since I have had a haircut.
Greatest Accomplishment:  Not getting pregnant.

We hope everyone has enjoyed their 2017 as much as we have, and are looking forward to 2018 as much as we are. Merry Christmas!

It’s Christmas. Be Nice, Damnit!

A couple of weeks ago I was out grocery shopping with my two youngest (ages 1 and 2).  Our typical routine consists of getting those hot deals on all things processed at Aldi, then boogying over to Meijer for the fancy generic food they just don’t have at Aldi.  Nevertheless, by the time we get to check out at Meijer everyone is in a Code Red situation.  The 2-year-old is tired from running through the store, the 1-year-old probably missed his morning nap and is fighting an internal battle on whether he’s more hungry or tired.  At this point, it’s a toss-up.  There is a meltdown just around the corner.  I know it, the cashier knows it, every retired person in Bloomington-Normal shopping with us on a Thursday morning knows it.

Needless to say,  I try to make it through checkout in record time.  I place everything on the belt in a way that makes sense for bagging.  If I’m buying booze (HAHAHAHA “if”)… tenorWhen I’m buying booze, I keep it for last so I can have my ID ready. However, it doesn’t matter how prepared you are there are too many variables.  Too many things out of your control.  Those sons-a-bitches who design these stores know that stressed-out parents like me will do anything to shut their kids up in the check out lane so they fill it with candy, and toys and random shit that no one on this planet ever needs….ever.

So, the 1-year-old starts fussing because it’s feedin’ time.  The 2-year-old wants all theKung Pao miniature princess dolls that as soon as we get home, will mean jack shit.  I’m shoving every cracker I have in the diaper bag down the baby’s throat, while trying to distract the girl one with anything that won’t cost me any more money.  I get all the groceries on the belt, I’m sweating like George Costanza housing Kung Pao Chicken, and now there is someone behind us in line, which for some reason elevates my stress level.

We get all checked out.  Bags back in the cart.  Debit card swiped, then inserted because I can never remember which one it is.  At this point, my anxiety is to a max.  I still have to get everything and everyone in the car, home, out of the car, fed, and napped.  Ugh….

Then, the woman who had braved standing behind us in line looks at me and says, “Wow.  You make that look so easy.  I remember doing it, but I don’t remember it being that easy.”

BIQWWmlCQAEN7hOI almost burst into tears and hugged her.  At first, I thought “Well, Gotcha Bitch!  Cause I’m a fucking wreck!”  But I took the high road and said, “If you were in my head you wouldn’t be saying that.  But thank you very much.”

That woman, whoever she is, has no idea what she said meant to me in that moment.  When you go anywhere with little kids you feel like a pariah.  The minute you walk in you can actually hear the eye rolls.  I can’t say I blame them. Other people’s kids are annoying.  Just remember that we’re doing the best we can.

So whenever you see a mom, a dad, anyone straight up owning a stressful situation, whether it’s kid related or not, give them credit.  If you’re thinking something nice about someone, say it. It sounds so simple and yet it’s something I’ll admit I rarely do.  Why?  Shouldn’t we be lifting each other up?  Especially this time of year when everyone is stressed out, be nice.  Find the good.   You never know when you could be making someone’s day.  I know I will never forget that woman at Meijer who made all of my stress and efforts seem worth it.  She made me like everything was going to be ok, and there was nothing I couldn’t deal with.  So, whoever you are Meijer Angel, Thank You! And as for the rest of you, I know people suck but try to be nice.  Maybe they won’t suck as much.

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