Lots of Misc

First, for the few that read this and know me, you know I'm not really a practical joker. Now, the funny stuff - I was in the grocery store with the children a couple of weeks ago and tod each child they could pick out a package of cookies. Two of them picked out cookies immediately and Sha Sha decided to peruse the selections and carefully consider her options. About the time that I was losing my patience, she reaches for a package of "grasshoppers" and asks, "What are these, Mom?" And in complete seriousness, I respond "Chocolate Mint (insert pause) and grasshoppers." Let me tell you that you have never seen someone jerk back from a package of cookies faster. It also made the stockboy's day!

I knew that Doodle Animals were a bad idea. That's why I never bought any. Someone else bought one for NiNi a couple of years ago. They boy found one of the markers today and NiNi told him what it was for. A few hours later we find that he has taken a REGULAR marker and marked on a handful of REGULAR stuffed animals. Which has been my objection to the Doodle animals all along....the fact that some children will not be able to make the distinction.....

A friend of my hubby's wife is expecting their first child. She is overdue by a couple of days. He called hubby last night and told him they were headed to the hospital. Today we found out it was a false alarm and they were sent home. Hubby commented, "Poor guy, that's rough!" To which I respond, "What do you mean poor GUY! His poor WIFE! I know how miserable it is to be that pregnant and be sent home!" Hubby responded, "You don't know what it's like for the guy. To which I respond, "No I don't, but I do know what it's like to squeeze something out of your body that is 5 times the size of the opening!!"

Wow that seems like a lot of ranting....

The holiday tomorrow promises to be relaxing. A good part of the laundry is done, homework is done, the house is fairly clean, the hubby should be off work and it should be a good day. If only the kids would sleep in past 6:30.....

What to blog about?

Homework? Nah...
Being tired? Nah...
relationships? Nah...

How about my evening? Why not?

After discussing surgery with a doctor this afternoon for 2 of my 4 children...

made dinner,
ate dinner,
sent hubby to rescue mom with flat tire,
disentangled baby from cinnamon gum that baby dug out of trash
listened to Sha Sha yell and run in circles on the patio because she was being "attacked" by a grasshopper,
listened to son yell and cry because he thought he was locked out of the house,
went over spelling words,
read with kids,
went over flash cards,
sent kids to bed.

No wonder I'm tired. (This was just between 6 and 8:30).

Now to veg......

Need some time

Hubby is on edge about stuff at work this week. It's taking time for all of us to adjust to school and the new schedule and getting things done.

Hubby and I need some time alone.....

SOON!

SAD

My Olympics are over...

No more world records broken.
No more testosterone competitions in the pool and on the track.
No more controversy.
No more fake hugs next to the gymanstics apparatus.
No more beach volleyball spikes and digs. (Not to mention the double standard for uniforms between the men and women)

What will I watch now?

Sesame street, Clean House reruns, who knows?

SAD

productive?

What have I done productive with my time since the kiddos went to school?

Chased a bored toddler EVERYWHERE!
Done a little laundry.
Gone to the grocery store AND Sam's with only one child (that was actually glorious in comparison....)
Had Pepsi with a friend and watched our little ones fight over 2 small pieces of plastic in a sea of toys. (Still quite enjoyable)
Had a couple of doctor appts that I didn't take up the whole waiting room with my crew.

AND

Had a couple of glorious naps!!!

Now I need to put groceries away, do the dishes, mop the floor that just had kool-aid dumped on it, supervise homework and make dinner....

SIGH!!!!

New wallpaper

As I walk down the hallway, I notice blue construction paper cutouts on the wall outside the boy's room. I inquire as to how they are staying on the wall in an oh so patient manner. My actual words, "I know those aren't glued to the wall...." (As I had seen the glue stick in his hand earlier at the table....). His response, "Yep."

I don't think so.....