Tired, anyone?

With the other half at a Boy Scout function with the teenagers, last night turned into a big PJ party in my bedroom. By the time I turned off the TV I had a 3 year old sleeping in his daddy's spot, and 8 year old spread across the bottom of the bed and a 2 year old clinging with one arm to my leg and the other to her sister's back. "Not so bad," I thought to myself because, somehow, we had made it to that point without the dogs in the bed or even in the room. That was about midnight or so....

Two hours later, hubby's fire pager went off...at about that same point, I could see red and blue flashing lights through the crack in my bedroom curtains. The call was for just across the street...and they were there for over an hour. A kitchen fire. No one hurt and some smoke damage...but the restful night's sleep I so needed was done. I spent a bit at the computer and then crawled back into what was left of the space on the queen size bed...good thing I like to sleep all curled up.

The final wake up call of the morning came at 6:31...the little dog, Charlotte, started scratching on my door and doing her best Chewbacca imitation. Interpretation: "If you don't take me out now, I'm going to make a mess all over the house." So, back out of bed, out the back door with both dogs and the realization that the day is beginning. At least it was beautiful out and the prediction was for high 60's. Grabbing a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt, I quickly got dressed. Then found my socks and shoes since the doc says I can't go barefoot until his final decision about what to do with my achilles. UGH! I hate shoes in the house. *sigh*

As soon as the 8 year old gets up, she's getting dressed. This, folks, is a sure sign that she wants something that involves leaving the house. Yep, there it was, "Mom, can we go to IHOP?" I only hesitated a moment, "Sure, as soon as YOU get the babies dressed." You know, when she wants something she really is motivated.

Off to IHOP we go. Two crazy toddlers that wanted to jump around the whole time - but they did manage to finish all their breakfast. Time to go back to the grind.

Today we cleaned and did laundry. I wanted to cook....didn't happen. If you walked in my house, you'd have no idea that we spent about 7 hours today cleaning. Oh well, what's a house that isn't lived in? In between all that, I played referee for the 2 and 3 year old - he'd bully her, she'd bite him. She'd bully him, he'd scratch her. Yep, loads of fun - NOT

And, that's about it....just thankful for another day with the kids - even if there are times I understand why animals eat their young. LOL

PS...indeed, those two angels are the ones that drove me crazy all day long!!

Getting back into writing...

I'm happy to be back on doing some writing...even if it will only be about the crazy, bizarre antics of the ones I call my children.

The two youngest have, once again, provided plenty of amusing tales and adventures to either keep you entralled or bore you to tears. That's for you to decide. For me, I have to laugh -otherwise, I just might cry!

Last night, Tommy was on my bed watching his shows when Shanon decided she wanted to join him. This is a queen bed - there's plenty of room, after all. Or at least you would think so. The next thing I hear is two screaming babies: "HE SCATCH ME!" "SHE BITE ME!"

Parents go running and grab a kid. Big brother Travis comes in and takes Shanon. Then starts "MOM! She has a big scratch on her face by her eye!" Up I come, clean it up and send her to bed; blankie and baba in hand. Then I lay down beside Tommy. "My finga hurt." I kiss it and tell him, "Of course it does, she bit it. Are you going to stick your fingers in her eyes and scratch her face again?" "No," sob. A minute later, "My finga hurt." I kiss it again. "No, Mama, my finga HURT!" Out of bed we go, off to stand in the light. Well, I'll be! Not only did she break skin, but the darned lil' thing is already swollen and black and blue. Cleaning it up, I still have to ask him, "Are you going to do that again?" "Nope; she bites!"

LOL

And yet, here they are, in all their glory...

The Start of It All...

Last year, while sitting at lunch with my colleagues, someone mentioned that I should start my own blog. I declined that 'invitation' at the time. But today, the little man in the picture managed to do something that I just HAD to share with as many people as I could. So, today, thanks to Goosey, as he is so affectionately called by our family and his teachers at pre-school, I begin the first entry to my new blog.

You see, that innocent little face you see over there, was in 'time-out' when I arrived to pick him up. This is unusually. In the year and 2 months he's been there, this is only the second time. And before I could even ask why he was there, the teacher said "Thomas, tell Mommy why you are in time-out!" His deep blue eyes were brimming with tears - just ready to spill over, when he mumbled something that sounded like, "I pooped on the floor." I couldn't quite believe my ears so I looked over at the teacher and said, "I couldn't understand him." She said, "Oh yes, you understood him. He pooped on the floor in the bathroom. And, you're going to love the answer he gave me when I asked him 'Why?'"

Now, for those of you that know me, I have 3 older children and then one that is younger than Tommy. I'm usually prepared for just about anything (after all, his oldest brother once told a woman in the grocery store that she was "too fat to sit in the seat" where he was currently sitting). From across the room the teacher announces, "He said he pooped on the floor because that's what his dogs do!" I know I shouldn't have, but I laughed. I laughed out loud. A lot. Finally, I composed myself, "Well, they do." And she answered back, "It's the best answer I've ever gotten."

LOL Thank God for a sense of humor!

Yes, I got ahold of myself and made it perfectly clear that this was not acceptable behavior and that he would be in even more trouble if he ever did it again.

*sigh*

What we would we do without a good laugh from our kids once in a while? Even if we aren't supposed to laugh when it happens....