Whiney Hineys, Cupcakes, and Forgetfulness!

There are times when you are forgetful, and then there are times you are FORGETFUL!!! Yesterday, I was the Queen of all forgetfulness! I went to food lion, with the intent of buying milk, and $75.00 dollars later, I was heading home with bags and bags of groceries. Now, when I brought them in the house and lifted them for the 5^th time, (Once into the cart, then onto the belt, then back into the cart, and then into my trunk---this is great exercise people!!!) I came to a terrible realization……….I bought everything in Food Lion, but the MILK!!!!! UGH!

Well, I figured ok, I will go back out after dinner to the Dollar General and grab a gallon. I set out on my journey to get this precious milk, the little misfits insist they need and I get distracted. Why is it they need to put clearance stuff in the doorway??? Don’t they know us bargain shoppers can’t help ourselves? Long story short, I get home, walk in with more bags, and realize…..I FORGOT THE MILK for the second time!!!!! At this point my husband was laughing so hard he could hardly breathe… I of course did not think it was that funny. So back out I went, but this time I finally remembered the milk. I really need to start carrying post-its stuck to me! HAHA!!! So my point is, when you think your memory is awful, reflect back on my story and have a good laugh. 

The girl misfit has been in rare form the past two weeks. If she wasn’t 3, I would think we were verging on a puberty “moment” if you know what I mean. Teen years are going to be scary, and I have decided when this time officially comes, I am putting in a panic room stocked with chocolate. The only decision that needs to be made is who is going to get locked in there….her???....or me????

When I was getting her dressed she did not want to get out of her pajamas.

I said, “Why are you being so grumpy and whiney??”

Girl Misfit: “Me not grumpy!”                                                                   

Me: “Well cupcake, I hate to tell you this but you are being grumpy and we need to get ready.”

Girl Misfit: “Ok, me grumpy, where’s cupcake?”

Me: ”I will put one in your lunch.” (But what I was thinking was, your good at changing your mind when it’s convenient, are you really only 3?….)

I am starting to think the misfits are messing with me to get cupcakes….little do they know, I just ate the last one! There must be a Bible verse to the effect of when you have grumpy and whiney children the parent is entitled to the last cupcake right???

I hope and pray everyone is staying safe in this weather!!

The Killer Bug, Miracle Glasses, and Chalk-co-late

THE KILLER BUG!
Well the Misfits are back after catching what I would like to call, The Killer Bug. You know the kind that puts you out of commission for DAYS, and makes you wish you still had mommy to take care of you while you spew liquids out of every port of your body??. Nothing says I love you then sharing a "puke bucket" with you offspring. HA! I think I had watched more cartoons last week then I have in my entire life! Anyway, no more talk of vomit. I can tell the children are feeling better, but are probably still thinking about their special time they spent with the toilet this week (bonding is so important these days)....as I am doing homework this is what I hear:

John Jr: LISA! You TERD! You messed up my show! You know how I need to watch my programs after school!

Lisa: Me not terd! You Diarrhea head!....MOM!!! Brudder pooped his pants.

It is amazing to me how names develop with such description after an experience like The Killer Bug.

I quietly hide in case the little people try to find me and tell me about all the terd issues going on in the living room.


FOR YOUR INFORMATION FOLKS:::

Also in case you were wondering the 5 year boy misfit informs me today that if you buy a pair of reading glasses, you automatically know how to read! He also says that it is important I get these for him in a "timely manner", his words. So folks, if you struggle with reading or know a child who cannot read, buy them a pair of reading glasses! HA!!!


 CHALK-CO-LATE Anyone??

Anyone ever notice how children can sniff out chocolate better than any blood hound? I was of course hiding in my room doing homework, and I was eating a sugar free chocolate, and the girl misfit walks by and says, "Mommy, you eating Chalk-co-late?"

I say, "No, I was just moving my teeth."

She say's, " Mommy, you share your Chalk-co-late with me, cuz me pretty."

Knowing I was not going to win this one, I hand over my last precious bite of my mommy candy. Well played my dear daughter, you can tell a chocolate from a mile a way, you are officially my daughter. :)

I am hoping everyone is keeping warm while we are having another visit from the polar vortex!

Signing Off,
Mommy Mistfit

I have great fuzz! Do you??

So every women would like to think they are not getting older, or hairier, but that is just not the case. I have always been a hairy person, and this includes my arms. Now I would not say I was a baboon or anything but it is pretty noticeable since I have very dark hair. I was sitting on the couch snuggling with my two favorite kids and we had the most interesting conversation. This is how it played out:

John Jr. : Mom, you have the nicest, squishiest, warmest fuzz on your arms! I just love it!

Me: Ummm...thanks?

John Jr: I hope you just keep getting more and more fuzz so I can stay warm with you forever!

Me: Ummm...No thanks?

John Jr: I hope I have lots of fuzz on my body someday just like you mommy!!!

Me: (Long pause with a disturbed look my my face) Me too son.....me too.

Now I am sure to a 4/5 year old fuzz is the coolest thing going, but to this mom I can't dial the phone quick enough for hair removal consult!

I mean what makes these kids think of such things?
 And there is his support system (Lisa) in the backround going, "Mommy! Me like-a your fuzz too!!!"

Signing off now!

Fuzzy Mommy

Mom someone did dirt in grandma's driveway!

Most people don't know that my son is a strange child. Not in a weird way, but a serious way. Since he was a small child when he would do a number 2 ---aka poop, he would yell, "look mom!!, I did dirt!" So this has always been a source of confusion in our house, and probably one of the funniest things we have going! I mean think about it, would you rather your kid said poop or dirt? Hmmm that sounded better in my head! LoL! 

We went for a visit over grandmas house and there it was....a huge pile of mud. But this was not what the four year old had saw. This is how the conversation went;

John: Mom!!! Someone did dirt in grandma's driveway!!!

Me: No son that's just regular dirt.

John: But why would someone do that on the driveway??

Me: No sweetheart that's real dirt. 

John: That's really gross.

Finally I admit defeat and walk away. He is convinced that dirt can only mean poop. I seriously am dreading that phone call from his kindergarten teacher someday asking why I teach my son such strange things, when in fact he is the one who comes up with this stuff! 

Just another day in the life of Mihatov Manor with the misfits. 

Your's Truly,

Queen of the Dirt.

Hello and welcome to my wonderful world of misfits! We are a very interesting bunch. Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Sue Mihatov and I am 28 years old and I am originally from New Jersey. I moved to Tennessee four years ago and feel like I would never leave! I have found my home. I have been married for 9 years, but with my husband for almost 11. We are the craziest best friends, and I emphasize the crazy part. We have two beautiful children. John is going to be 5 next week and Lisa is 3. I am Christian, and proud to say that my Heavenly Father is the Most High. He is my reason for breathing and living every day. Without the Lord to get me through, I would be nothing.

I also attend college full time. I am a criminal justice major, with hopes of being a parole officers. Nothing says your an interesting person like saying you want to spend all your time with criminals! HA!!
I also teach a class at my childrens preschool, and coordinate a MOPS chapter in my town. I am sure your wondering what is MOPS? It is called Mother's of Preschoolers. For those of you who have small children, and need some adult time, I strongly recommend you look into it and get on the mommy train! The website is Mops.org.

Now let me tell you about the mini people that live in my home....
 
 John Jr. is our serious child. He would rather watch how it's made, or other "how to shows", rather then a good cartoon. We always say he is an old soul...not sure if he appreciates us calling him old all the time, but hey-- the shoe fits!

 Lisa is a sweet and precious girl, but she is also our fresh mouthed, independent- little instigator! She is always looking to get a rise out of her brother, or "brudder" as she calls him. There is not a day that goes by that my sweet angel girl doesn't look me in the face after I catch her doing something wrong, and says so sweetly and accusingly, "brudder did it!". I mean really!?!?!?! I just watched you! But she sticks to her story like no other! She cannot be be broken! But that is a story for another time!

Just to give you a sneak peak of what you will be reading about I posted this on my facebook page today:

I made the kids tea with honey...

Me: do you like tea and honey?

Lisa: no me like coffee.

Me: That's not coffee sweetie, that's tea.

Lisa: NOOOO it's coffee, me like-a coffee....

She is walking away.....

Lisa: Brudder, mommy ding-dong.

Of course the three year old would know the difference between coffee and tea, and where has ding -dong come from??? Cartoons are evil!

Well I hope we can get to know each other and I hope you enjoy some of the glimpses I give you of my house full of beautiful misfits!