random pictures

fussy watering the sidewalk. he's quite the little green thumb...
harry's new sand castle. the top is with that new play sand from crayola. the colored stuff. it's pretty cool. he took this picture himself. i think i need to teach him how to zoom.

fussy asleep on the rug. that is sallah from indiana jones in his mouth....

harry on memorial day

i am in the kitchen with my aunt elaine, who's house we were at, when i witnessed this conversation.

harry: aunt elaine...um??? i have a question....

AE: yes

h: um, well us kids...well, we were sort of wondering. i mean, we are all outside playing, and um...well, we want some place to sit. and ya know...um...we kind of want like....a clubhouse....or something....

AE: okay, what do you want?

H: um...welll........ do you have any......wood?

AE (and the rest of us) : WOOD?

*sigh* kids are so funny.

big d was awesome this last christmas. he got me this big mixer. mostly because i've been begging for one for years. i promised i would make home made bread again. i had sort of fallen off the wagon a couple of years ago, due to the fact i didn't have a mixer, so if he got me one, i'd totally be game.

so after christmas, weekly bread making ensued. and it was good. and it felt nice. like a good nice thing that you do when you are a stay at home mom (whatever that means) and you have all this time on your hands, right?

then i realized something. nobody eats bread anymore. well, they do, when it's hot out of the oven, it's a crazy dash. and i won't say that i don't push my kids over to get the warm crusty yummy bread. cuz i do. but that was it. nobody ate sandwiches, or toast. mostly, i would end up throwing moldy un-eaten loaves away.

it's a sad state when you throw away something that you put a lot of love into. and flour, and sugar and yeast, and all that. my kids just aren't bread eaters anymore. nobody really wants a pb&j sammy. or if they do, they want it on a left over bun.

it's sad in a way. and good, because honestly, i really don't have the time every week to make bread. i'm drowning in laundry, and dished and messy house. but i love the feeling of creating something yummy and warm and good for my kids. i love pulling out a fresh loaf and watching the craziness ensue.

so i guess that is the question, what to do? make my life a little easier, or keep up the bread making? probably, i'm gonna just keep on making the bread.

random thoughts

1. it's tradition for harry to do the whole "live long and prosper" thing to me as he exits the van, on his way into school. no, it's not a joke, and yes, he's been doing it for a really long time. and i do it back. mostly with a sigh, because i'm so cool. today i realized that my son, although he may be a geek, doesn't give a care to what anyone else thinks about him. and i think that is cool.

2. orange ice cream. home made orange ice cream on memorial day. i'm so looking forward to it. just because my mom makes it with love (and probably a little bit of frustration).

3. wishing i had as much energy on friday, as i do on monday. being all rested up for the weekend, instead of rested up because of the weekend.

4. we still have about 6 more weeks of school left. so even though everyone else is ready for summer break, we still have plenty of learning left. why on earth do i live here? i say that a couple of times a week.

5. guitar hero world tour is awesome for any budding rock star. including chilli. he rocks as drums. mostly because you can stick it on beginner. waiting for him to grow up is hard work.

6. i wonder if fussy is spoiled, or if he is just mean, rotten, demanding, unreasonable, and spirited. or is being 2 a good excuse for beating up his big brothers.

7. it's really gross how chickens eat their own eggs. kinda like the placenta in my freezer. i was gonna plant it under a tree. but it's still sitting there. if the power goes out for an extended amount of time, that is gonna be really gross. maybe i should get rid of it? probably.

8. i hate yard work. like really hate it. it's like running, but not going anywhere. okay, mostly mowing the lawn is like that. but i don't like it. and weeds. why do weeds grow so fast, but other things don't?

9. my parents are the coolest people ever. and not just because they give away good furniture, but because they buy a lot of furniture and give away a lot. and occasionally, i get some of it. and that is just awesome. like my new front room. even though the sofa is a bit big, it's still cool.

10. i spend way too much money at the health food store buying junk food. like candy and trail mix and stuff like that. it's so contradictory. but we love our healthy junk i guess. and the kid shopping carts. it's like a favorite destination shopping. like sam's club on sampleday.

say hi to my newest friend

meet mr. lime green pool noodle.

and amazingly, my leg is feeling so much better. i feel a little silly rolling around on the floor with a pool noodle, but it works. and the best part? instead of getting a foam roller for $20 at a specialty store. i found mine at walmart for $3.

(i'm gonna go ahead and edit this post, because i'm sure a few of you are wondering what i'm doing on the floor with this thing. and i agree, it sounds just a little dirty. however i'm just gonna say, it's a runner thing. )

curse you h1n1 !

a couple of weeks ago, i received a letter in the mail, from the school district. you know the story, about the whole flu thing. then i got an email. and then i got one of those recorded phone calls.

it was pretty obvious what they wanted, or in fact, didn't want to come to school. sick kids. or kids with any kind of sick. or the appearance of sick. or have recently been sick. or who might could almost be sick. or who have traveled anywhere including, but not limited to, the local wal-mart.

all that was fine, because we were off track. now we are on track, so guess what?

taco woke up today coughing. normally (and i'm totally admitting my bad parenting) i would have drugged him up, or sent a note saying it was allergies. it still might be. but he has a sore throat, and he sounds funny, like he's lost half his voice. so i kept him home.

have i mentioned that crazy race i'm training for?
have i mentioned how beautiful it is right now, this morning, when i would be running 8 miles?
have i mentioned how big d just thought i should leave my almost six year old home alone?
have i mentioned it is supposed to get cold and windy about the time big d will get home from work?
have i mentioned, when big d gets home from work is when i'm gonna have to get my run in.
have i mentioned it is 8 miles.


i mean, i love my kids. i don't really believe in the whole swine flu crap. yet here i am with a moderately moist kindergartner, who is not in kindergarten, but who is now running wild through the house coughing and playing and thinking he is pretty darn cool for not going to school today.

curse you h1n1.

happy mother's day

for mother's day, my dearest son harry gave me a card/booklet that he made at school. it had some questions about me, and harry answered them. some examples...

why is your mom special : she is my mom and she has a talent for cooking and cleaning.

i like it when my mom: helps me with homework, and when she cooks me dinner and lunch.

my mom can do many things! i think she is best at: making me happy.

my mom has a pretty smile! i like to make her smile by: giving her gifts like this card.

my mom is as pretty as: a precious diamond.

my mom is smart, she even knows: how the earth turns


i'd like to tell me mom: how well she cooks

ways we are alike:
we both worry, we like pizza

ways we are different:
she likes to run, i don't. she is mostly funny, i am more serious some times.

then there was this story...
me and my mom watched a roadshow that my mom and dad put together. it was very funny. a lot of people thought it was very funny. the judges gave my momma third place music and dance award, and out of 7 roadshows, she got 3rd place most entertaining show. so she did a great job.

and then there was the stuff he promised to do today...

do the dishwasher
get ready when you tell me
drink all the milk out of my cereal
not yell
and as hard as i can, not tease my brother.

and then there was the creative writing page
M-marvelous
O-oh wow
T-terrific
H-home helper
E-xcellent
R-ules


and last but not least there was a certificate of being the greatest mom

here's why: she cooks excellent meals, she helps me with homework, plans cool stuff for the hollidays, and best of all she loves me.


awe, that melts the heart, doesn't it?

leave a message, after the beep

we are out, we have been for a while. and since we have been away, our house has fallen prey to mischevious little elves who have dirtied it from high to low. and eaten all the food. and we are tired from wrangling kids for the roadshow. so i'm not gonna be around. because i'm tired. and i need to clean up the mess, maybe mow the lawn, and maybe take a nap. yes, it's been a really,really long week.

but i won't leave you without this little gem. harry took this today and i love it. because it looks cool.


but you can leave a message and i'll be back posting...soon...?

this kid

is the perfect mix of boy. he drives me crazy, he is adorable, he is silly, and altogether one of the most fun kids ever. is it because he is the baby and always will be? or is he really that cool?

if you can't say anything nice...

" your baby girl is so cute" (me, just being nice, ya know)

"oh i know, she is a perfect baby"(clueless person)

"that is nice" (me again, nodding my head absently, knowing full well that babies are soul suckers)

"yeah, you really should have a girl"

"yeah, you really should lose 10 pounds"

i mean, really, how do you know what has happened in my life? do you know how long it takes me to get pregnant, how do you know i haven't had my own share of loss, how do you know it has been a long road to get the kids that i actually have here?

and what is the big deal? is there something that says girl babies are better than boys? what if i really like having boys. am i really missing out? and what does that mean, i "need" to have one. am i not complete without a daughter? and do you know if i haven't tried?

i know it isn't said with malicious intent, but i am so done with people assuming my fertility or my reproductive organs are their business.

workin' hard, or hardly workin'?

i know, i'm an inconsistent blogger recently. i've been really trying to figure out a way to blog when i'm asleep, seeing that i might have something interesting to say, and the time to do it. basically big d and i have been either going crazy working on the roadshow or we are waiting to be working on the roadshow. our kids have been at the church for hours at a time. as have we.

so if you have been wondering what all is happening in our lives, and why haven't i said much of anything, well, there you have it.

my niece did take the boys to a movie on saturday, which was really nice of her. i think they saw the monster alien thing. at least from what they have been saying. it really makes no sense when a 5 year old tries to explain something funny he saw in a movie. the two year old has been sick for about a month now. in fact, this morning he woke up bright and early puking. which, of course, was true to form. he has been waking us up every morning at 3am coughing and gaging. he continued to puke for a couple of hours.

and the older kids are off track for one more week. yes, i do know that is the reason the weather has been so cruddy lately. my kids are off track and bored and house bound. wouldn't it be nice to have warm weather... it would be nice for the wasatch back training too.

speaking of, i did a 15 miler training run in the rain on saturday. now if that isn't crazy, i'm not sure what is.

so there you have it. reasons my house is completly a mess, the kids are completly grumpy, and i'm just worn out.

economic recession?

it's a sure sign of our economic problem. today, while cashing a check at the bank, i was denied suckers for my kids. is it time to change banks? or is this frugality a good thing?

easter dog again

what happens when the 8 year old takes the camera

fussy in real life

good, bad, better...

the good news is that harry doesn't need a cast, or crutches or anything like that. he might have some weird thing where his tendon is stronger than his bone, thus creating pain when he is crazy and wild and running. which is most of the time. when he's not playing video games or teasing his brothers. or being the good kid that he is and helping me out. but really, most of the time he is crazy.

the bad news is, fussy has reason to be. in fact, i feel sort of bad now, cuz i can really see the symptoms. i know, hindsight=20/20 vision. but still. remember this post? well, i should have known. double ear infections. and he's been fighting it pretty hard. he actually puked this morning, and hasn't had a good nights sleep (insert my name at the good night sleep thing too) for a couple of days...weeks...whatever.

and the even better news? i absolutely adore my pediatrician. well, he's not mine, but, ya know, my kids? anyway, ONE copay, and he offered to look in fussy's ears. how sweet is that? he's a good doctor and even though i have to go through 2 cities to get to where he is, it's totally worth it.

cleaning off the memory card

apparently my harry has fun with train track. he took these pictures:

and then he had taco take this one, it says, "i made this"

and i took this one as proof to the wildlife we have in our yard. yup, that is some sort of big foul bird. and the dog was where? sleeping on the couch.

so we did this to her. she is greener than the grass. yeah, i know. it's a tradition now. let's dye the dog for easter!

we've had a rough day today. fussy woke up really frustrated. i think he gets upset because i don't understand everything he has to say. but there was something more. he was just, mad with me.

i took the boys off to school, and then fuss and i hit a couple of stores, looking for some things we needed. he was upset the whole time. i found myself getting more frustrated as the time went on. i knew most of it was because people would stop and stare, and a lot of it was because my patience was at an end. two year-olds can be very trying.

by the time we got home, he was done. nothing was right. he wanted me to play with him, but he didn't want me on the ground, he didn't want me to hold him, he didn't want me to touch him, but he wanted me right there. i couldn't move, he was mad and throwing toys. it was a typical 2 year old tantrum. no matter what i did, it was wrong. no matter what i said, he tried to hit my face. i couldn't calm him down, or make him happy.

it's times like this, i just sit him on the ground and let him scream. i sit him in the corner, take his toys and walk away. he knows i mean business, but it is still hard. he's my baby, and while i am used to him fussing at me, i'm not used to him being completely out of control.

i had to go pick up kids from kindy and i put him in the van without his shoes. he was still upset from the time out, so this started him screaming again. nothing i did helped. i'm sure i made things worse. so again, i set him down and let him fuss when we got home.

at lunch, he wanted to eat, but he wanted me to hold him. he wanted to eat something else, he wanted to get down. he wanted something i wasn't even sure of. so again, he became so upset and screamed. and again, i set him down and let him.

after each time of letting him fuss out, he would let me hold him and comfort him. and he would wrap his little arms around my neck and snuggle his snotty nose right into me. i think he would tell me he was sorry. i think he told me "i love you mommy" but he had those little hiccups, i'm not sure what he said.

it's so true though. sometimes we all have to just let it all out. i know that fussy wasn't trying to make me sad, or hurt or angry. i know he wasn't trying to make me frustrated. he was having a hard time himself. maybe he didn't really like the way i dressed him today. maybe i didn't feed him enough for breakfast. maybe i made him mad when i set him in the shopping cart. maybe i didn't listen enough, or treat him like the smart boy he is. but it came to a point that nothing i could do was going to do any good. i had to walk away and let him figure himself out.

maybe that isn't the right way to do it. maybe i should have just shut him up. maybe i should have held him tight until he couldn't breath and made him more angry and more resentful. maybe i should have tried to fix everything i could think of, even after i made sure he was okay. i think the hardest part really was setting him down and letting him cry. and not being able to fix whatever was bugging him.

this could just be me, trying to see the good in dealing with a really moody and grumpy 2 year old. i think it is good to know that sometimes we all just have to get it out, so we can move on. it might take 2 or 3 times of getting it out. it might take a couple of years of getting it out. but, i think, as long as we are free to scream and kick and cry it all out, whatever it might be, and then be able to go back to those who pick us up and love us, then we can move on and heal. maybe there isn't a single thing anybody can do to make us feel better. we might even have to kick and scream loud enough so everyone else has to endure it too. it might just be something we have to work through, but by having someone right there after we have got it all out, maybe that is what love is.

parenting confessionals

for dinner tonight, instead of eating the usual fare of chicken and noodles, my boys ate strawberries and apples. and i was okay with that, mostly because they weren't fighting.

i've given up trying to get my whole wheat bread recipe to work and i just make white bread. because it turns out beautiful and my kids eat it. maybe some day, i'll get the right wheat recipe.

even though bedtime is at 8 pm, i usually let my kids stay up a little bit later to read.

every once in a while, i actually make breakfast that has something healthy in it. most of the time, i get the milk out and let them choose a cereal.

my son loves chicken nuggets for lunch, and i let him eat it every day.

i stock up on candy when i go to sam's club. i stick it in my purse, in the van, and in stashes around the house for those times when i need something to bribe my kids.

i hate playing trains on the floor. but i will. although i usually just lay there and roll the train back and forth on the same bit of track.

i don't have hairspray or a magic eraser, so my couch looks the same as it did when i took pictures on monday.

sometimes when my kid swears, it's funny. so i laugh. then i tell him not to do it.

i let my kids watch bad t.v. like survivor, or the office.

my kids are not all immunized. mostly because i don't want to get them, and sort of because i don't believe in taking them to the dr. when they are healthy.

i let my kids kiss the dog. and feed her table scraps.


add yours

fussy...

has a thing for pens. we have several things that have been redecorated by our artist extraordinaire.

the latest is our couch.

i should take the blame for this. i left him unsupervised in an area where he could search out and find pens. i was down on the treadmill, and no amount of chocolate chips and dinosaurs can distract him from his true passion.

so, anybody know what takes pen off leather?

darth vader was in the mini van in front of me today. while i was dropping the kids off at school. you know, the vader in the last movie (the original last). the guy who took on those bad guys with the red robes and the static electricity emperor. he got all beat up and had luke take off his helmet. THAT vader was driving a mini van in front of me. he was talking on a cell phone. probably talking about something on the death star. really, i know it probably wasn't him. that movie is like, 30 years old. and didn't luke burn him anyway? he took him back to the planet with the fuzzy little teddy bears, and made a big bonfire with a plastic dead guy, and some ghosts show up. i totally know my star wars.

he was driving so slow though. really slow, like he was dead already. and talking on that cell phone. i sat there for a good 5 minutes waiting for his little lukes and leias to all get out of their mini van, because mine wouldn't get out until i moved one more spot up in the line. and the bell had already rung, but they were all sitting there.

maybe darth was giving them last minute instructions to take over the school. maybe they were just having a bad morning, and were missing shoes and jackets and the baby was crying because he left his percy train home. maybe darth was bending his elbow the wrong way, trying to tie the shoes of his 5 year old, who just can't figure out how to tie his shoes even though he's tried to teach him so many times. darth was probably signing permission slips and last minute checks and shoving them in his kids backpacks.

maybe darth just knew what was waiting at home. darth has a headache that he's had for 2 days. the 2 year old, who was screaming, was up all night, and he knows that it's gonna be a rough day. in fact, he knows that the innocent kid will be into everything. like the dishwasher, pulling out the dirty dishes and then screaming when darth shuts it. the 2 year old will probably scream for something to drink, and when you get it for him, will either dump it out, or scream for something else. the 2 year old will most likely roll out the entire roll of toilet paper. he will most likely eat the dog food himself. and probably sneak outside through the dog door and find a way into the chicken coop. or maybe darth just doesn't want to do all that laundry, or clean up the soggy cereal. or step on legos. or clean up the bathrooms. maybe luke is terrible at aiming and the toilets are disgusting. he probably just wants to sit in the van, talking on the phone, taking a break for a minute.

of course, i don't blame him. i completely understand. but the problem is, i need to get home to do all that stuff, and he's just sitting there. looking all mouldy and beat up. and bald. and i'm waiting for his kids to exit the van. my kids are yelling, so he really should hurry up and get out of the spot so that my kids will exit. besides, there are 10 vans behind me, and i can't move until he does. and i don't think the vans behind me realize who it is in front of me. i can see in my mirror they keep giving me dirty looks, like they have some toilet sanitizing they can't wait to get to.

i can't honk at the vader guy. i mean, it's darth vader. he can strangle you with a glance. he has the force. he flies space ships. he's totally in charge of the death star. everyone is in awe and in fear of him. and he's talking on his phone, it would be so rude if i honked.

5 minutes, which in school time, is like an infinity. in screaming toddler time, 5 minutes is even longer.

a day at the zoo

taco and i went to the zoo last week for a field trip. big d was really cool and stayed home with fussy. it was cold and miserable.

so we made up for it today. i took the kids after early out school, and we headed down to big d's work, and then to the zoo.

it was a beautiful day. it was good to be out and with the kids. fuss learned to say gorilla and rhinoceros. it kills me how old he is. and between whining about how tired they are, the boys enjoyed themselves. we've been sick for so long, that it felt great to be doing something other than coughing at each other.

sick

it's not so much the fact that i'm sick
it's what happens when i am

things don't get done
like dinner
and grocery shopping
and bathing the dog
and spending the time upright
and blogging
and running
and making lunches
and staying awake, even during the middle of the day


the things that do get done
lots and lots of movies have been watched
including star trek. almost all of them.
and i think i slept through all of them
and lots and lots of thomas the train
and lots of eating of weird things
and lots of kids making messes
and lots of unsupervised kids
and lots of fighting and name calling and screaming
while both big d and i were trying to stay awake

and while i didn't go for the flu shot this year,
i'm still pissed that i got sick.

check it out

i know this really cool girl, and on her blog, she is giving away some uber cool scentsy stuff. all you need to do is go over there and leave a comment, easy-peasy.

did i mention she is cool? and she is fun too. i should know, i spent a couple of days with her last summer when i thought running up hills was a good idea. so if you haven't left yet, go now....

the un eaten, half eaten cookie

it sits there on the pantry shelf
looking at me

some little hands found it
2 bites were taken
the cookie was then rejected

they put it back on the shelf
not in the box
but sitting alone
cold and naked on the pantry shelf

waiting for me

do i want that cookie?
should i give in to the guilt of leaving a cookie
sitting alone on the shelf?

no

i shall eat the cookie
it's better to not waste
when there are starving people in africa
when there is famine across the world
it's like my own little food storage
sitting alone
on the shelf
nobody else wants it
they left it there
because someone took 2 bites

and also
it's a girl scout cookie
and they only come once a year

a lesson from those punks on capitol hill

or whoever it is that decides this whole "daylight savings" thing.

first off, i'm not a fan. well...i'm not a fan right now. give me time to adjust to the fact that my brain isn't quite awake an hour before i usually get up. i know i'll be grateful for the extra hour during the summer, but right now...hmmm not so much. then again, i've really accomplished quite a bit today...

i was thinking about it though, this whole "messing with time" thing is really quite amazing. it's like the power of God or something. here we are, regularly it would only be 2 in the afternoon, but now it's actually 3, and time to go get kids from school, and get dinner started and all that jazz. that is why those punks do this. just another example of absolute power corrupting absolutely. of course, during the day, it seems i've got so much more done!

then again, what if i could do this myself? what if i could change my clocks to 15 minutes ahead of schedule and get my body used to that? i'd never be late to church. i'd always pick up the kids on time, i'd have dinner ready and waiting. i'd have so much more time in my day. i wonder what would happen if i did a half hour early? or even better, an HOUR. of course, i'd be really early dropping the kids off for school, but i could again get so much more done!

okay, realistically, it's not going to happen. it's nice to dream though. i will leave my clocks all set randomly a bit early and call it good. maybe i'll even go to bed earlier and try to wake up earlier? yeah, right...

a first, and a couple of seconds of panic...

it is inevitable. in the joy of raising children there are a few moments of terror. like the time you lost the baby in the mall, or when he runs out into the street chasing a ball. then there are moments of just panic, like the slipping down the stairs, or shoving something up their nose.

yesterday was such a day for us. it wasn't the terror, it was the panic. it was the first time in my career as a mom, that i had to find something shoved up my baby's nose. it was a popcorn kernel shoved innocently up the nose of my 2 year old.

he started crying out to me, pointing at his nose and saying "paw-corn". my heart jumped a bit. i immediately thought of my niece who had once shoved popcorn up her nose, only to have it sprout a couple of days later. not wanting a plant growing out of my sons face, i decided to take a look. i saw the offending kernel sitting just at the precipice of his sinus, on the edge of floating into outer darkness.

i knew if screamed, or sucked too hard in, it would be gone, and we would be at the insta care handing over cash and holding him down. this is the point i refused to panic. but i did anyway. i found the nose sucker thing, and prayed that he would let me suck it right out. i tried to keep fussy calm, but at this point of seeing the dreaded nose sucker, he started crying. maybe the tears would help make the nose a little more slippery? i wasn't sure, but i was hoping that if i kept him upright, gravity would help. and it did. i sucked it out 3 times. on the third i saw the dangling little kernel just begging for me to pull it out. and it did. i slid my finger down his nose and out it popped. there is a first time for everything. and this truly was it. you wouldn't think that it would be almost 9 years of being a mommy until i had this problem.

thank goodness it was that easy. thank goodness the nose sucker was handy. and thank goodness i didn't completely lose my cool. like i have, so many other times...

i was lying on the couch this morning, just feeling really crappy, when i turned on pbs kids. (we don't get cable)

i was confused by this show. even through half open eyes, i felt a little disturbed by the gang here. let's forget the over sized heads for a minute and lets take a count. cute latino girl...check. super hero boy...check. other girl...check. pig boy....che...what?

is anybody else concerned about a pig joining up with a bunch of kids? what does this mean? it's true, i'm tired, but i don't get this show.

then there was this one, that came on right after:

i was even more tripped out. i mean, the words are walking around talking. did these animators take acid? or am i really THAT tired? and this is supposed to encourage reading? i was frightened. really frightened.

there are also these guys. i don't even know what they are, but they were a book, so that is okay? did anybody ever question the author writing about various rodents as people. some even look a little too human. or like celebrities. if that isn't creepy, i'm not sure what is.

and lets not forget

because that right there is just wrong. and he loves all little children. does he secretly take them in the back and eat them? just sayin'.

i think i might just have needed to stick in that stupid cars movie we've seen 1.5 million times. of course i have issues with that too. like why do they have doors? how do baby cars come into the world (is that the reason for cars doors)? and how do they do things without hands? just tires? and those eyes are just eerie...

all that aside, i guess these are much better than the uber creepy veggie tales. i can say, if i were to just listen, it would be a lot better than seeing the creepy appendage-less, talking, gospel spouting veggies.

and we wonder why t.v. is so bad for our children...

monday....

if you are mormon, you know the rhyme

"saturday is the day you get ready for sunday"...or something like that. i'm not a good mormon.

well, i think i want to add another one


"monday is the day you start planning for friday"

it just so happens that the weekend is about 4 days too short. how on earth am i supposed to get all i should get done, in 2 measly days? especially when one of those days is devoted to NOT doing work? it's like a little paradox of time/work/chores. the day of rest defiantly is not a restful day, yet, it seems it has nothing to show for it, besides trashing the house. yet again the laundry is smelling, the dog needs fed, the dishes have piled up, and the baby is running wild. (he always runs wild, so it's not just a monday thing). the floors are sticky, the carpets need freshening, and the baby just dumped a cup of water all over (he was chasing the dog). the boys rooms' are full of wrappers, the bathrooms need wiped down (with a hose) and the beds need changing. the walls have hand prints, finger prints and paw prints. and the lights are dusty.

only 4 more days 'till friday.