Today

Today has been a very interesting day. And when I say interesting I mean crazy! And when I say crazy I mean I contemplated selling my children for a while. Let's be honest. . . Some days are just hard. By 9:30 I had cleaned poop off of my entire kitchen floor, shaving cream off my bedspread, pillows and carpet, and ground in goldfish crackers from the carpets in both boys rooms.
I was in the middle of baking bread when I discovered the boys planning their next attack on my sanity. It involved lots of toilet paper and even more tooth paste. Luckily I found out about the conspiracy early enough to stop the ambush! Today was one of those days when I worried about getting in the shower for fear of what I would find when I got out and naptime gave no relief. I felt like I was constantly on guard for the next possible act of destruction.

So I have come to a couple of conclusions:
1) My boys are very smart
2) They are also very inventive and imaginative
3) They are a little bored

That means I need to find more things to occupy their minds so that they don't destroy my sanity and my house. So if anyone has ANY ideas for me on how to keep my boys busy, I'm all ears.

Crazy Boys. . . Or is it Crazy Mom?

These are my crazy boys. In the average week I change 35 poopie diapers, 30 wet diapers, sweep my kitchen floor 28 times, and run the dishwasher 7 times. I would do the math for the number of laundry loads I do but I think I would be depressed. I read countless bedtime stories, eat way too much macaroni and cheese, and spend hours catching boys that jump off my couches and balls thrown at my head. But when my kids are this cute all the yucky stuff is made up for in the snuggles, kisses, and giggles.
Don't get me wrong. . . I love all this stuff but sometimes I think I'm going to scream if I hear "Mom" shouted one more time. Then I lock myself in the bathroom for 5 minutes and breath or read a chapter in a book. Then I'm usually okay. . . or I have to call Lori and talk for a few minutes. Lori, You're my lifesaver! Thanks for the backup.

Mom, My Head is Freakin' Me Out!

Cougar is my crazy soon to be four year old and he says the funniest things. . .
Every night about 7:00 he starts to get tired. When he gets tired the whining beings. Lucky for me he tells me he's tired and tonight went a little like this:
"Mommy, I'm tired."
"I know sweetheart. We'll be home as soon as Daddy makes copies at his office."
"But my head hurts and it's really freakin' me out!"
"What?! What does that mean?"
"It means I need to go to bed MOM! Right now, in my own bed. But first we need to say prayers and get my sippy and jammies."
"Okay baby, let's go home and get you in bed."
"Thanks Mom, you're a sweetie pie."
"Thanks Cougar."