Little Boys' Bathrooms, Ewwwww

What's the deal with boys bathrooms?
I just got done cleaning my little ones' personal bathroom.
Gross, disgusting, UGH!!!!!!!!!
How is this possible from two of the cutest boys ever?
I've been dreading it for a while now. Soccer games were cancelled for the day and I felt the next best thing to do with my open, rainy day was to clean house.
I'm sure, like the mystery of the great Sphinx, no one can figure out why they pee everywhere BUT inside the toilet. And don't get me started on trying to unclog a drain in one of their sinks! Usually, I always have hair in my own personal drain, but there was NO TELLING what I pulled out of their's today.

I've got a really great friend who can clean some mean house. Several times she's come to my rescue when I'm in a bind. I suppose my ingrained, lower middle class values makes me think I am a real slacker for not cleaning my own house, though. It sure doesn't stop my husband from having a "yardman". Also, I'm pretty sure my friend has seen worse conditions in her line of work, but I get embarassed of my dirty house.

On another note, I'm officially a "Soccer Mom". I don't have minivan, but I think the SUV will do. The boys are enjoying it. Diego did have stage fright for his first game, but eventually he got out there and had fun. Dylan reminds me of my husband. He's not the fastest one out there, but he has endurance.


He looks so serious!

He HAD to wear his shin guards outside of his socks.













On another note, I will keep my ranting to a bare minimum. I don't want to mention names or point fingers. But I do want to document a personal belief of mine. Children are precious. Parenting is a gift.

As a teacher, I see so many kids disregarded by their own parents. I know teens can be a real pain, but it makes me sick when I see parents not doing their job. I completely understand being busy. I get that! Keeping your kids #1 in your life can be a struggle when your working full-time and taking care of home. But this week, I have seen some BLATENT disregard for kids' well-being and I just want to ask those parents, "What makes you think ignoring your kids is OK? What other THING, PERSON, JOB, WHATEVER is so important your child can't possibly be first?" In my book, absolutely NOTHING (besides God himself) holds value over my children. No party, no person, no drug, no job, NOTHING.
I don't think it is one single bad decision that allowed them to become so separate from their kids. Poor parenting is a multitude of bad decisions, that just keep piling up, one right after another.

OK. I'll step off my soapbox and go back to cleaning my house, which will just be dirty again by the end of the week..............

Friday Night Aftermath


Guess what time it is? 
Guess who's still asleep? 
Guess what time they went to bed?
This was snapped at the "late" hour of 7:20 a.m. My little ones were still fast asleep, enough so that I could quietly crawl out of the bed and grab my camera. I even got to go downstairs, make coffee, let the dog out, and enjoy the beautiful morning in soft silence.

This is the aftermath of Friday night football. 

The boys have attended games with me in the past, but last night was special. They got a little more freedom than usual.They got to roam the W.O. Barnes stadium all by them selves. Granted, I was selling yearbooks by the concession stands and clocking every instance they ran back and forth. This is definitely a step forward in the Martinez household.

I know I'm too overprotective with the boys, but I can't help it. I was raised by this man for God's sake.
Tony White, March 2010, pretending to be a dinosaur.
My dad was freakishly obsessed with what was going on and where we were at ALL times.(He still kind of is.....) Honestly, I don't know how we ever got through the teenage years with him and no cell phones. As a teen, I tried to pull the wool over his eyes and push my limits. But I was deathly afraid of what would happen if he had found out. Just look at those fangs!

I could do a blog over my Dad alone. Don't even get me started on my Mom. However quirky and eccentric they are, I love them for just that. I wouldn't be who I am, or where I am, today with out Dad's overprotective "you can't go out after dark without a man or you'll be raped and killed" attitude. 
I guess now as a parent, I'm only just beginning to fully realize how much they actually love(d) me.
Thanks guys.