What a day........

So today was maybe the worst day ever!

Well, at least the worst if all you're counting are the trivial things gone wrong.  I had to wake up early and converse with people.  This could have been worse since it was my mom I was talking to.  I had to drink coffee not from my favorite mug.  I had to rearrange my day's original plans.  I had a minor altercation with the excessively bright sun and a guardrail.  I went to file a police report, turned into a total girl and started to cry.  At which point I had to explain that no one was hurt, I just needed to sit and "cry it out".  Once that humiliation was over I went home and spilled my giant Diet Dr. Pepper and had to settle for drowning my sorrows in mashed potatoes.  Turns out, I only thought I cleaned the DP mess up. What really happened was the drink ran slowly under the couch and after a few hours it made it to the other end of the sofa, giving the peculiar impression that a chair had peed it's pants.  So I had to move the sofa, clean the floor and arrive a bit late and flustered to drama class.

Anyway maybe tomorrow will be boring........

Bummer.....

Big Bummer........

A day with shoes on my feet....

I thought about creating a post last night, but let me tell you I just couldn't.  I had to relax and unburden myself from the trauma of wearing shoes all day long.  I mean actual tie up with socks underneath shoes!  I put them on at 7am and took them off at 11pm.  Those who know me well understand what an emotional ordeal this was for me to endure.  In addition to having my feet imprisoned for an entire day I was out and about for most of that time too.

The day started with taking Allye to PATH (her homeschool co-op) at 7:30, then I had to come back home get the boys and take them to the orthodontist.  Always a treat, the orthodontist.  I mean he smiles all nice and patiently answers the boys questions even offering to let them come in and spend a day hanging out watching people get braces, work in the lab and cast molds.  What he is really doing is making me think he is all wonderful in the hopes that my heart won't stop when I calculate how much it's going to cost to repair the genetically flawed open bites my boys are sporting.  So after I realize he is not going to choose even one of my four kids to say "oh I don't he will require much therapy if you leave these large gaps in his teeth".  I tell him we need to prioritize the work.  You know start with the problems most likely to lead to a serial killer mentality if it goes unfixed, that sort of thing.  He says, "I would really enjoy the chance to work on Tucker and Landry's open bites."  Now I am thinking if he would "really enjoy" it he could do a BOGO free sort of deal, yes? 

Next up we go to Sam's to kill time between the ortho and drama class.  We didn't actually need anything from Sam's but the library was closed.  We cruised for samples, looked at the toys, tried out the furniture and then had lunch at the snack bar.  This I recommend its cheap and tasty, the four of us ate for $11.00.  Off to drama next and that was fun, Allye is Lucy in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.  The boys are being extras, Landry is one of the frozen statues in the witch's castle. I now know he can remain motionless for at least 5 minutes while retaining consciousness.  

Drama ends at 2 and Allye has a run with the XC team.  So while she runs we get to the library.  On the way in the boys are arguing, this is a new hobby because after 11 years they cannot stand one another.  I was sharing with them my dream of harmonious relationships and a man approached me to say that could only happen if I took drugs. Nice! 

After we got Allye we were able to go home, well at least close to home we went to Momma's.  I needed to sew and since she donated her basement as my craft room we went there.  I was trying to sew some things that I can sell at our homeschool meeting tonight.  My stock is minimal but hey I can take orders.  I hope that my meager items are not totally lame.  More on that later.....

Anyway I left Momma's around 10:45, came home and released the prisoners.  I swear my toes sang.  Did I mention I hate shoes well wearing them that is........

Some people have big thoughts, mine are just ordinary.

I thought I'd share some things that have been on my mind lately.........

~Just this morning I recalled how much I really love slightly overdone bread products.  I like pancakes dark brown, biscuits just past golden and crispy, muffins to have a crunch on the bottom(but not a burnt taste) and I set my toaster on 4.  These are things that make breakfast worth eating.

Muffiny Goodness!

~Why can't someone invent permaclean glass?


~What started the hatred of dust?


~You should never take a poll of the odd things your sons may have eaten.  Just trust me.


~Do you suppose some people create horrible things just to get featured on snarky craft blogs?


~Since it's the thought that counts, can you deduct thought points for someone not thinking of where you could possibly display/store something?


~Can you imagine how long it must have taken to weave the fabric lengths necessary to create the "Bible Times" ensembles we see in pictures?  I mean no fabric weaving machine....  This makes me wonder did they really wear all those layers?

I know it's sad but these are actually the thoughts that drift around in my mind.  I have so many more but I'd like some of you thinking I am sane.

I enjoy people, especially small children type people.  I love the differences in personality, the unique mannerisms and general specialness that makes the world exciting.  I have met some funny folks, some serious hard to know people and frankly just some odd ducks, but sometimes I think my kids are the weirdest kids around.  They say and do some truly bizarre things, but I look at their parentage and realize they can't really help it.

Apparently Landry went out without a sweatshirt today because he didn't want fabric touching his arms.  What?  Ash drew a mustache on his face with a dry erase marker, turns out those do not erase easily from skin.  Tucker sleeps with seven, yes it says seven, pillows and they all have names and assigned positions on his bed. His favorite is named Pilly.  Really.  It's true.

They are very sweet and try and give me compliments regularly.  Like just the other day one of them told me that he wasn't going to tell me what he didn't like about dinner because that would be the same as insulting the disgusting parts.  Yep neat guy. 

Do you ever laugh so hard at your family and feel so full from the wonder of just being with them that you feel sorry for everyone who isn't you?  I do.  Especially when my teenage daughter says, "I love our family.  I wonder why some of my friends don't like theirs."  When one of my sons tells me that sometimes he gets so full of happiness that he has to hug someone.  When my son wants to know why everyone's mom and dad won't teach their children to know God so they can always be together.

Yeah I love that my kiddos are strange.............................