Unsolved Mysteries

Can anyone tell me how in the world a family of 5, can create this much laundry in one week?!
And 3 of those people aren't even full-sized yet!

P.S. Don't you love the random fire hat hanging up in the background? It's ready for action.

We Do What We Can

Valentine's Day was pretty low-key. I surprised J with a gourmet romantic dinner when he got home from jiu jitsu Friday night. We first kissed on Feb. 13th, so I guess you can consider it "our" Valentine's Day.
Yes, that is a frozen pizza. But hey, it's Digiorno! Fancy frozen pizza! And yes, it's at our counter because we don't have a dining room table, and yes, that's a high chair in the background. Like I said, we do what we can!

I like to make even the little holidays special for my boys. It's the little things that I know they will remember when they grown. We always have pancakes on Saturday morning but I made them pink and heart-shaped for the special day.
Then I started a new tradition, where I will bake and decorate each of my boys their own special giant cookie for Valentine's Day. Hopefully my decorating skills will improve as the years go on... Oh well, they were delicious and that's what matters right?
We also had popcorn in Valentine bowls for a snack.
Did I overdo it?

Got another one for you

Okay so I know the little stories about me being absent-minded might be getting old, but this one really is hilarious.

My family has a hard time getting to church on time. We just cannot seem to get out the door on time, no matter what time we start getting ready. We have 8:00 A.M. church, and while this may seem early to some, it is not so early to us. My boys get up by 6:30 A.M. every morning, rain or shine, weekday or weekend. So 8:00 church should NOT be a problem right? Wrong.

So today I decided my #1 goal would be: Get To Church On Time.

I set my alarm for 5:45, showered, dressed, makeup done, did my hair by the time the boys got up. Got them dressed, hair done, and fed. Got S up, changed, dressed, fed. Packed bag of quiet things to do during church, complete with snacks and drinks for the boys. Got my lesson and items I needed for my lesson all ready to go. Nagged J so he was ready on time. Load all boys and bags in the van. Drive to church.

Now by this time, I am feeling VERY proud of myself. We are not only on time, but 5 minutes early as we're pulling into the parking lot! This is when it hits me. Something is wrong. I look down.

Dress? Check.
Hair done? Check.
Makeup? Check.
Sweater? Check.
Nylons? Check.
Shoes? ..............uh oh.

I'm wearing my HOUSE SLIPPERS.

Drop off J, B, and T. Drive home. Get appropriate shoes. Drive back. End result? My family was indeed, on time. Early, in fact. I, on the other hand, was 10 minutes late.

(Valentine's post will hopefully be coming soon.)

I'm Runnin' Down a Dream

Things have been a little bit crazy this week. I got the opportunity to take on a special project at work that pays a lot better, but is a lot more work than I normally do. Of course I jumped at the chance and I'm glad I did. I've made more money in one week than I normally do in a month! My fingers are protesting though, so far I've typed 423 pages and still counting... Well, a couple years from now when I've hopefully saved enough money for J and I to FINALLY go to Hawaii on a real honeymoon...I will be grateful. Until then, you will probably be hearing more about the life and times of a transcriptionist.

Because of all the extra work, my house and kids are falling apart! Not really, but the "Mommy guilt" has been in full force, more than it normally is. Examples? Well, T always tells me at night what he's going to dream about. It's a fun little thing I do with my boys so they will think of happy things before they go to sleep. Anyway, tonight I take a break from working to go and kiss T good-night, and he says to me, "Mommy, guess what I'm going to dream tonight? I'm going to dream that you are done with your work!" Oh the guilt...the horrible guilt.

All this work has also taken a toll on my poor brain. Examples? Monday morning I'm trying to catch up on laundry and cleaning the kitchen while B is at school. Once a month on Monday I volunteer in B's Kindergarten class, and my neighbor watches my younger two boys. Anyway I'm rushing around speed cleaning the kitchen and noticed the calendar was still on January. So I flipped it to February and practically have a heart-attack. I had written I was supposed to volunteer that day, and needed to be at the school in 10 minutes! I call my neighbor in what I'm sure was an incoherent panic, and she tells me I had emailed her last week that I was supposed to volunteer on the 9th, not the 2nd. Okay, now I can breathe. I hang up in relief, but still have to go trash digging to find the flyer just to make sure. Yup, crisis averted, I don't have to help until next week. I really hate being a flake.

Then, just 45 minutes later, I am supposed to go pick B up from school. I can't find my keys, and am running around like crazy searching for them high and low. I decide to forget it, grab the spare keys, grab my 2 boys, and rush out to the van. Hurriedly buckle them in (those dang car seats are so complicated sometimes!), only to discover my keys are IN THE IGNITION!!!

Sadly the rest of the week has not improved. Guess what I'm going to dream about tonight? Hawaii.