smell this

on sunday night i awoke to the sound of K (previously asleep next to me in bed) puking on my chest.

it was an isolated incident but even so, i did not get much in the way of sleep for the rest of the night.

yesterday was M's day off but i mostly dealt with a whiny, half-sick toddler at home while M bopped around on the errands we had planned to do together.

today M left early to go out of town for a meeting.

i just caught E trying to force K to smell his dirty underpants.

i am too tired to know what to do.

thursday blah

we got home from the party at 11:30 last night and got up at the normal hour, as the boys show no mercy to their partied-out parents.

my dear children, although awake and out of their beds, were in distinctly unpleasant moods and bugging the crap out of me.

as we were headed out the door to school, K accidentally broke the christmas ornament E made to give to justin for christmas.

that's when all hell broke loose.

crying, wailing, whacking, screaming, pushing, shoving, boogers and snot rolling down faces. it was not a pretty sight.

of course my neighbor (justin's mom) was outside as i struggled to strap my out of control children into their carseats. her offspring were remarkably docile this morning and so when she yelled, "some days are worse than others, huh?" with a cheery smile on her face and a wave, i know she meant well and all but i just wanted to give her the finger and scream, "oh yeah?! if it weren't for the stupid ornament E made your son i wouldn't even be dealing with this shit!!" but i didn't think that would be very neighborly. or in the christmas spirit.

we did end up making it to school on time ( a miracle) and actually survived the day (another miracle) which was full of episodes like the one above.

and now i'm on the couch, sick and tired of my cold that i've had for almost two weeks now, exhausted and wishing this was the weekend and not sure if i can handle doing it all again tomorrow.

tired.

i'm tired today, fools!

didn't have much time for the blogosphere as i spent all day trying to make the laundry my bitch. it didn't work, though. i'm still the laundry's bitch.

in addition, my children continue to act as though they are possessed by demons. what is up with all the whining and fighting these days? and the head chopping, laser shooting and general violent behavior is at an all time high. if i get my torso cut in half by one more light- saber-wielding storm trooper i'm going to scream!

i swear, if i ever meet that george lucas i'm going to kick his ass.

this mommy is ready for a break.

well, i guess i'll go stare into space and drool a while before heading to bed.

saturday fun

i'm here! i'm here!

i know i've been a blogging loser but don't i get a break? i call myself zoloft mom and still you give me shit? besides, my other career leaves me VERY busy on sundays with LOTS of INCREDIBLY important work to do.

i'm sure you've been dying to know how the garage sale turned out. i can see you now: checking the blog every few hours, unable to get it out of your mind, desperate to know how things went...

well,we sold a lot of stuff and made enough money to get some take out that night (always a treat). i didn't put a free sign out but did eat way too many donuts. after that i was just too tired for much of anything.

here are some pics for your viewing enjoyment:

K and friend find new home in old shelf

K putting gravel in stereo

E and K rescuing old dirty catepillar from free pile

M being ridiculous in the hope of getting posted on blog

i would have more pictures of E but he and justin were strung out on donuts in the backyard. i think they were ripping branches off my fruit trees or kicking each other's asses or something.

tired decisions

K didn't sleep very well last night and woke up again at 5:45. i'm so tired right now i think i'm losing my better judgement.

when E asked me if he could give his teddy bear a hair cut i said sure, that sounded fine to me.

same for the trims for puppy and brown-and-white (other members of the stuffed animal clan). they did look a bit shaggy.

and it seemed like a logical sequence of events to then give said animals a bath, as they were covered in their snipped fur. who wouldn't want to wash that off?

but now my bathroom is a flood zone, there is a river of water from there to my back door and E is taping his toes together with scotch tape.

where did i go wrong?