What I Did ALL Weekend...

Eat Pray Love

For a week now I've been meaning to post my thoughts on this book.  Since I have yet to pencil them in, I'll post a link to this blog for now.  I agree with this post completely...I have much more to say.  Maybe I will.

My computer is NOT working well.  It shuts off AT WILL for no apparent reason at all. Frustrating.  For obvious reasons my blogging has been stunted.  Dang it.  No wonder I've been grumpy.

Promised link HERE.

Huge Milestone!?!?!?

Boy Wondertwin has been wet every night of his life since birth.  He's now 6.5 and it's getting old.  Have you seen the price on those "GoodNights"?  They make me say, "GOODNIGHT" like my grandmother used to do...you know...like an old lady cuss word.  Seriously.  I think I paid $41 for 3 packs of Goodnights.  And that was ON SALE, ONLINE and FREE shipping.  Ick.

Well, I hate to blog too soon but I'm thinking we've hit a major milestone.  Boy Wondertwin has been DRY for 6 out of 7 nights.  You have NO IDEA how happy this makes me!  I'll keep you posted.

The master bath remodel is calling my name.  Ick.

Um...yes.

So the in-laws were in town for 10 days.  Yep.  10 days.  My FIL thinks it's cost effective to come 3 times per year and spend a LONG time here when they visit.  It's fine.  The kids love love love having them and for that I'm thankful.
One thing about my in-laws.  For the most part they say what they think...when they think it.

Example.

The kids and I picked them up from the airport.  I got out of the car to load their bags and my mother in law says, "Wow, are you pregnant? You look pregnant.  Do you have a surprise for us?"

Yep.  She did.

You know (if you've been following over the past 2 months) that I've lost 13 pounds which evidently is as noticeable as if I had a centimeter cut off of my hair. I really have no explanation for her "observation" other than I did have somewhat of an umpire (is that how you spell that?  surely not.)  waist going on with my dress.  Really though.  You just never say that.  Never.  Not even to your daughter in law.  Especially to your daughter in law.  My FIL quickly chimed in with, "Wow, you've lost weight."  Hmm.

Perfect Sense

Don't you think my picture should be here?

My nemesis?  Oreos.  Full packages of Oreos to be descriptive.  I need not buy these evil circular objects.  They do bad things to me.  Why must they be so delectable?  I just can't resist.  There (was) a package in my pantry.  My cooking pantry.  I know NOT to keep it in the snacks pantry.  That would be ludicrous.  They would disappear before I could even finish a row.

Is that bad?  I buy Oreos just for me, hide them and eat rows at a time.  I didn't used to be this way.  Previous to 2010 I hadn't had an Oreo in a few decades...since I was a kid I guess.  That FREE package of Oreos did me in.  It renewed our love affair and now I can't break it off.  That pretty blue box calls my name as I'm innocently picking up Goldfish snacks for the kids.  It says, "KP, You know you want me" in this totally irresistible sexy voice that I find so alluring...and I just can't help it.  Into the cart it sneaks itself just to have its way with me.  Oh, the affair is sweet until the walk of shame in the morning...to the scale.  A wretched love those Oreos are.  They do as they wish with me and then leave me to pick up pieces and spend yet another morning on that dreadful treadmill, trying to forget my transgressions.

But yet they leave me wanting more.  And more.

Dear Nabisco, Post Optionsplease stop offering free and BOGO coupons.  You are derailing my life.

Happy Homemaker

I'm not a homemaker.  I'm just not.  Yes.  I've been "home" for 6.5 years.  Well, if that's what you call it. I'd say I've been at the Library, Park, Zoo, Science Museum, Red Barn, Water Park, Pool, Sports fields, Bible Study, music/sports lessons and any other possibly imaginable place besides home.  Really, who "stays home" with 3 kids 25 months apart?  Show me that person and I'll show you someone who is ready to be committed.

I'm not good at much around the house.  I'm no Martha Stewart.  I do enough to get us by.  I cook "just enough", clean "just enough" and buy "just enough".  I'd really rather be doing just about anything else besides "keeping house".  The kids can tell you.  We're out more than we're in and they are going more than they're stopping.

One thing I AM good at is laundry.  I can do laundry with the best of them.  I'm on the ball when it comes to laundry.  Never is more than one load sitting in the basket.  I love to throw it in, get it out, divvy it up and send it into the arms of my trio to be put away.  I'm all about that.  It's the choleric side of me.  It's something I can check off.  Cooking just makes more mess.  Cleaning seems to NEVER be finished, decorating?  Well, I'd have to start that to know if it ever finishes.  I KNOW renovating never ends.  But Laundry.  I can do that.

One of THOSE Days!

It was 11am and I was pretty sure the day couldn't get any worse.  After sleeping 9 hours (well...2 bathroom trips of course...rare to sleep 9 STRAIGHT hours after 3 babies...but I digress.)

I got up early, ran to the gym, hit the treadmill for 20 minutes and then took the fastest shower ever, only to be late for my 9am doctor's appointment.  Bitter.  I even got a LECTURE from my family practitioner.  I thought those lectures were reserved for the dentist office.

After the tech left mega bruises all over my arm (drawing blood) I flew home to pick up the kids in order to get to the airport.  My in laws are in town.  For 10 days.

In a rush I pulled (attempted to pull) into the garage forgetting the car top carrier on my van. Crunch!  Thankfully the garage and the car are okay.  The carrier is no more.  Did I mention we borrowed it from someone else?  Yep.  Crap.

I enter the house to find my mom explaining to the kids that they needed to say goodbye to her dog (they think he is THEIR dog) because she was heading to the vet to put him to sleep.  Yep. Crap.

He was 15 years old.  For a 65 pound dog that's a long time.  And it was time.  Have you ever smelled death?  That's what this dog smelled like.  For months.  He smelled like death and before our eyes he was deteriorating...rotting like a dead, moving corpse.  Gross.

Just now I was in Little Dude's room and he said, "We never gonna see Winston again?"
No, Little Dude.  He's gone.
He's dead right now?  Never again we see him?
No Little Dude.
And then the onslaught of tears.  I have a feeling that this will be an on and off thing for the next few days and weeks.  Anybody out there have advice when it comes to death of pets and little people?  Not easy days around here.