Blogging.... my anti drug

I haven't ever divulged the boring details of my everyday life, nor the semi-psychotic stream of consciousness bouncing around in my head because I am neither witty nor interesting at all. Plus I suffer from being a whole lot shy. That being said, at this current season in time I am home alone 24/7 with a five year old, a three year old, and a growing belly. Maybe I shouldn't have shared that.... {DISCLAIMER: If you are a stalker creeper kinda person considering tracking down and preying on me and my family you are officially forewarned that wouldn't be your wisest move. My man is ex-militarty. So is my Dad. They'll both hunt you down. Not to mention my mad wrestling skills combined with my sharp nails are a lethel combination... just ask anyone dumb enough to have challenged me in a friendly game of chicken in the pool. STAY AWAY} Anywho... the point is I am going absolutely crazy. Yes, I do have a college student who technically lives here, but shocker of all shockers she has a life and doesn't have time to stay home and converse with me to keep me sane. Since she's not legally mine, I can't force her to... :0) I have decided for sanity's sake to write to share my thoughts and feelings with the world because even if no one reads a word I write hitting publish makes me feel better!
Just yesterday my husband had the audacity to tell me I should consider asking my OB for some kind of drug to help me "chill and get through the day."
Yeah,

he went there.

You see, a few days ago my sweet angelic children asked for permission to go outside and play after breakfast. Not willing to waste even a precious drop of milk (do you realize how expensive it is?!?) I told them they could after they completely drained their cereal bowls and dissapeared back into the bathroom where I was scrubbing sticky toothpaste out of the bottom of a drawer. I was so deeply engrossed in attacking the toothpaste scum it took me a while to remember to check on my angels. My angels weren't there. Their milk was though. I found them playing outside. I don't know how they got out the back door without my help but they did. Mentally planning their punishment I went to the window to call them inside and in doing so found a fist sized hole cut into my screen window. I may have turned purple at this point, my memory is a little fuzzy. I did manage to croak out a GET IN HERE NOW!!!! Of course Kayli knew why I was upset and immediately blamed the small hole on her sister who admitted guilt. Let it me known my eld
est is normally very bright. On any given day she astonishes me with her brains. In this moment however she was stick stupid. {Kayli my darling, if you stumble across and read this later in life please realize that I know stupid is a bad word and forbidden in our house and Mommy shouldn't use it; but darling, there just isn't any other explanation!} Instead of coming to the door she went to ANOTHER window and started climbing through a HUGE hole cut into the screen. I am quite certain I was most definately purple at this point. There may or may not have been actual smoke rolling out my ears. There may have been a fair amount of yelling as well....

More recently my three year old gave her dolly {my personal favorite of the dolly's of course} a hair cut that landed her {the doll not the three ye

ar old} promplty in the trashcan. She also managed to cut a handful of her bangs off. The very same bangs I have to shield from a trim every stinking time we go to grandma's house. {Question: Does every Grandma obsess about giving their granddaughters bangs or is it just my Mom?}

It hasn't been long since I painted their bedroom a cheery shade of yellow but its back on my to-do list again due to some artwork....

These tragedies followed by a constant batter of " don't do this, don't do that, don't touch that, get off there, get out of here, be careful, because I said so, DON'T... STOP.... LOOK OUT!!! " needless to say I was ready to dig my own grave last night. Bedtime was in sight. I was about to wearily cross the finish line for the day. I sent the kids to the bathroom for pull-ups and to brush their teeth. I hung back in the bedroom putting away laundry. I've been sorting through and boxing up cold weather clothes while simultaneously sorting through and hanging up the warmer weather clothes. Laundry... the absolute WORST part of changing seasons! Can I get an amen? As I was putting the finishing touches on laundry for the night and talking to my husband the girls were once again making mischief when they were supposed to be brushing their teeth. This time with nail polish. When I found the mess and realized their wasn't a drop of nail polish remover in the house I kinda had a mommy melt down. {Am I the only one who does that?} Problem is this time my hubby was a witness via the phone... that's why he recommended I ask for medication... medication?!? I don't need medication. I just need to vent... so thats why I'm here... venting... blogging ... it's my antidrug.

P.S.} For the record I do keep an eye on my kids but seriously there are times when a Mom's gotta blink... and pee.. I'm 27 weeks pregnant so I pee alot... It's amazing what they can do with a mere milisecond!