May 07 2007
Oooh! Oooh!!! I have a great idea! While you’re all anxiously, nay BREATHLESSLY, awaiting my next post, why not go vote for me.
And to those of you who have already voted for me, THANKS!!!! Again, I want you to know that I’m not going to win it. Okay, you already knew that. But I want you to know that I know that I’m not going to win it. But it would be SO COOL not to come in last!
May 07 2007
My brain is oatmeal. Sticky, gooey, flavorless oatmeal. I’m not quite certain about why, though I suppose it’s very possible that it has a lot to do with the fact that I’ve been awake all night long with a fussy baby several times in the last week. Also, I suspect that the mind-numbing process of house-hunting is starting to get to the little grey cells. And anyone who tries on a regular basis to take four psychotic children to Church and then try to keep them quiet the whole time knows how damaging that can be on the brain.
And because I’m super, I’m gonna share the oatmeal with all of you:
1. I’m fully aware that Scooby just opened a bag of marshmallows that he’s eating for breakfast because his lazy mom is sitting here at her computer, unwilling to get up and think of something with a speck of nutritional value. Eat on, kid. You probably won’t get that good of a meal for lunch.
2. After a gruelling time at church yesterday due to alarmingly rowdy children, Hubby looked at me as we were loading the kids into the van and said, with a hint of desperation, “Okay. Which one of us is getting the *snip-snip*?” It’s still making me laugh. (Apparently he hasn’t heard that I’m planning to rip out my uterus and sell it on e-bay.)
3. My life would be so much easier if I sold my uterus on e-bay.
4. I won’t ever find my dream house in my price range. In my mind, I’m taking the best things about every house we’ve seen and combining them into one. I highly doubt that that “one” exists. I’m feeling like a big ol’ snob. But I don’t care. I want luxury living and I don’t want to “settle” but I refuse to be “house-poor” too.
5. Because of #4, I will probably still be in my mother-in-law’s basement a year from now.
6. #5 just gave me a heart attack.
7. Scooby and Lil’ Dude both need to go to the doctor for “well-baby” checks and immunizations–they are both late on those– and Fluffy needs to go have her various exams and shots for Kindergarten. I think I would rather rip every last hair out of my head rather than brave the doctor’s office with all the kiddos. I’ve done it a thousand times, but right now I’m just really not up to it. I have no idea when I’m going to get around to it. I’m such a super mom.
8. I have Barney on downstairs for the boys and a Barbie movie on upstairs for Fluffy. From where I’m sitting, I can hear them both. They sound really funny combined.
9. Diapers rule. Potty training is over-rated. It’s so much harder to go anywhere with a potty-trained child than with a diapered child. Plus, potty trained children have accidents. I’m feeling accidented-out. It’s too late for Fluffy and Bubba, but with the younger boys I’m not going to potty train them until they’re like 12. I hope the other kids don’t tease them too much. Maybe I should look into homeschooling.
10. I need a shower. I probably won’t get one today.
11. I need a nap. I probably won’t get one of those either, unless falling asleep during Barney counts.
12. Hubby and I watched “The Secret” the other night. I’m still trying to wrap my brain around it. While I think that a bunch of it is a load of crap, I think that there’s also some real truth in it. What they call the “universe” I call “God” and what they call “believe” I call “Faith” and what they call “ask” I call “Pray.” When you make those little adjustments, I think there’s a lot of truth in it all. But it’s still a bit far-fetched. God loves us. But I don’t think He always gives us exactly what we want, no matter how much Faith we have.
13. Sometimes I want stupid things. Thank goodness God doesn’t give me everything I ask for.
14. Kate was in town last weekend. I still haven’t written anything about it or posted pictures of it, including the pictures of us sneaking into my house–you know, the one the Hubby and I built and then walked away from. As teens, Kate and I used to stalk boys. As grown-ups we stalk houses.
15. This post has taken me nearly two hours to write. And not because it’s been deep or required a lot of effort! I don’t get to just sit down and “blog” because there are so many needy little people all around me. I’ve changed diapers and cleaned up accidents and even given the kids food besides marshmallows and broken up fights and found things to keep each one entertained, all during the time I’ve been writing this post. I know. I’m awesome.
16. It’s time for me to start my “blog rounds.” So many blogs to read, so many comments to leave. I love the blog world. Every time I click on one of my bookmarked blogs, there’s something interesting or funny or insightful to read or see. The internet is cool. I feel so bad for everyone who lived in the last 5000 years without it.
17. Bubba just came running down the stairs carrying a block of cheese and a gigantic butcher’s knife. There’s nothing quite like seeing your 4 year old running with a gigantic butcher’s knife. Rest assured that I have since confiscated the knife and cheese…
18. There’s gotta be a better way to cut cheese than with a butcher’s knife.
19. The little grey cells are about to explode and then there will be oatmeal everywhere. Just add some milk and sugar and it won’t be so bad. And now off I go.
