I Hate Being Sick!

I hate being sick. I really do. My throat feels like sandpaper, my glands are screaming at me and I'm exhausted. Summer vacation is here so this should be the ideal time to relax. Sure it is- I've got three very active kids and I feel like walking death. My state education laws say I have to assemble a portfolio of work to be submitted to a homeschool evaluator and the superintendent of schools. I don't have a problem with that. I believe if you are going to take responsibility for your child's/children's education you should also be held accountable to someone. This just falls at a very bad time for me. So pardon me if I'm bitchy. This whole thing is a royal pain in the ass right now. Last night after copying papers and pasting photos in the portfolio I actually forgot to give my kids baths. I put my son to bed and yelled in horror "Look at those feet! I forgot your bath!" My seven year old eyed my calmly and stated "Don't worry Mom. I'll live." What a great kid.

Coffe Anyone?

The following conversation was heard while waiting in line at Border's Cafe.

The lady in front of me had ordered two DIFFERENT cappuchinos and a chocolate donut. My kinda gal! She left her boyfriend at the counter to pick up the drinks. The cafe worker (slave) put the drinks down with a less than ethusiastic "There ya go." The boyfriend stared dumbly at the drinks and asked "Which one is the chocolate one?" The slave responsed with a sarcastic smirk, "The BROWN ONE."

Chocolate girl returned demanding to be fed. Boyfriend appologized for not knowing which drink was hers. She immediately stated, "It's that one." After taking a large, satisfying gulp she simply stated "Right" You go girl!

I ordered my Mocha Cappochino with whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top.

How to be an Idiot

I had hurt my back quite badly and was flat on my back when the following scence took place:

Child1: MOOOOMMM!! JD just called me an idiot! And for no apparent reason at all!
Child2: NO, no, no! I didn't call anyone an idiot! I don't say idiot!
Mom: You're both idiots! Get on your beds, now!

Don't mess with Mom, especially when I'm in pain. And not one person in my family offered me chocolate!

Third times a charm!

Here we go again! Wasn't that a song? Anyway, third times a charm so they say. (Who are they and why do they keep saying these things since no one seems to know who THEY are?)
I hope to keep up with my blog this time. The last two years have been kinda rough. Maybe I'll expound on that later.

I'd much rather keep this blog light and fun. This blog is for me. My motherhood mayhem, madness and a myriad of many, many moments of side splitting laughter. Like the time I shouted to my son "STOP SUCKING!!!!!"

He had very bad cold and was making disgusting noises as only 6 yr old boys can. My husband is still laughing, so are his relatives in FLA, and my parents. Hope you are, too.

Mousse