And because I'm sure that in 10 years I'll be missing my babies and wondering how I ever thought that these were the crazy days (because we all know that having a 13 & 11 year old will bring it's own definition of crazy), below is a perfect example of why, at 1:13pm, I'm praising God that both boys and both dogs are asleep as I sit here, still for the first time all day, enjoying some ice cream. Out of the carton.
This is part of a conversation (instant message convo) with my sister. I won't mention that she wasn't even still online (and hadn't been for 2+ hours) at the time I sent it....
It's only 10:19 and I'm already exhausted. I've made 2 boys breakfast, cleaned up the breakfast, made 2 pasta/macaroni salads for tomorrow, splashed boiling water all down my chest (with no bra on which might have helped guard the girls...which now look like they have leprosy); G is in a mood; H has already had 1 blowout diaper in the middle of the kitchen floor(while I was elbow deep in macaroni salad!), pulled out 1/2 the toys we own, fallen off the couch 3 times, and french kissed Miles twice...that I've seen. AND he has a runny nose (??!) so there's snot all over my shirt already, and now - as I sit here on my ass typing this - G is standing on the coffee table with only a shirt on, swinging his pants over his head. I have no clue what happened to his underwear. Or my sanity.
If I were still sane, I'd probably be mortified mentioning "the girls" online and erase it. However, since I'm not (still sane), here it is for the world to