Maybe

Since Lent started we have been trying out different churches to see if one or another feels right for our family. For the past two weeks we have made an appearance at the Basilica which is an amazingly beautiful church located right on the edge of down town.

As we pulled our car into the parking lot, which sits right under the highway, there was a homeless man with a sign that said he was looking for food, money and/or work.

PJ looked at the man as we drove by him and asked, “Mom is that Jesus?”

The ups and downs

There are just those days.

Those days that everything feels like too much. Like you are treading water and are never going to get ahead. Days where the kids fighting never ends, the screaming doesn’t cease, nothing is right and everyone needs something from you NOW.

Those days, the days I can’t seem to “handle”, don’t come often but when they do I certainly don’t like how I feel or the self pity that comes along with them.

And then…you get an email from a dear old friend telling you of the rapid decline in her lovely father’s health.

And then…you read about the horrible abuse her Uncle’s baby boy has had to live through at the hands of his babysitter.

And then…your friend’s words resonate in your head and you take in the pain and suffering that they are dealing with.

Then…then is when you quickly gain perspective on the day you thought was so bad.

6:57 pm

So, I didn’t get up early this morning when the alarm went off to train for the myriad of races this season and training just started last Sunday.

I’m already feeling like it may be too much, like I need one more day off than one.

My training schedule tells me I have a 35 minute swim, but instead…I opened a bottle of wine.

Adam is at a late meeting and won’t be home for a while.

The kids MUST go to bed soon.

The thought of going to the gym and getting wet and grinding out a workout sounds just foul.

So, I won’t.

I am NOT a rule breaker.

I’m not sure this is a good sign.

Only human testing here

The answer to Friday’s question is…ample servings of green pancakes in the morning, green yogurt at lunch and a terrifically kelly-green cupcake at dinner will turn your kids poop a most spectacular and amazing color green.

It was almost as exciting as waiting to see what a whole pint of blueberries looks like coming out the other end.

Most surprised by this exciting experiment was my mother-in-law, who watched the kids Saturday night and couldn’t believe what ended up in KP’s diaper.

Yellow and blue makes GREEEEEEN

On this St. Patty’s Day, I just keep asking myself…how much green food coloring do my kids have to ingest before I turn their poop green.

I’ll let you know tomorrow.

Suck-it-up

I just got an email from my friend Sara regarding the fact that she thought I was “a craaaazy lady” for buying an $800 vacuum (two years ago). And that yesterday, she also fell to the temptation of purchasing a new and very expensive piece of essential household equipment…a new vacuum.

To be truthful, I got it for our 10th Anniversary. Maybe that makes it even worse or maybe better…you see every time I plug it in I can think of my wonderful husband who loves me so much that we bought a house together, had three kids together and now own a fabulous red vacuum together.

I have owned and operated my fare share of SHITY vacuums in my life. Vacuums, that when you plug them in, make noise but don’t pick anything up or ones that were hand-me-downs from my mother-in-law that are so old they don’t even make the replacement bags for anymore or the one that Adam owned in college, I’m not sure that one was ever used but if it was you do not want to know what went into the bag.

You may be wondering…is it really worth it? My answer is, YES, YES, YES. And if I am ever faced with the buying decision again, I will absolutely save all the imaginary pennies I am making as the CEO of the household and buy another one.

22 Months

A little Knuku for you…

My little snowflake
Falling hard and falling fast
Growing up too fast

Lunchtime fact or fiction

PJ: Oh shoot, I wish I brought home the flower my teachers gave me.

Me: Did the teachers hand out flowers to all the kids today?

PJ: Not to everyone, just me.

CT: PJ, they did not just give you a flower. That would make all the other kids sad.

PJ: They gave me the flower because they love ME best.

All the respect in the world

Daddy, will you help me get my Minnie Mouse dress? That wicked girl won’t help me.

And yes, the wicked girl she is referring to, is me.

Another good reason to keep it to three

I’m barely sure what time it is, or what day it is for that matter. The past weekend was an utter loss. Our whole family has been fighting, not only the respiratory flu, but strep throat and ear infections. If it isn’t one kid, it’s the other, and then they bow and curtsy to one another, doce-doe and do it all again. I was lucky enough to be included in the dance this weekend. Actually, I think I was the best dancer of them all.

ANYWAY, the one question that I kept asking myself this past weekend was, which do I like better:
(a) The Pre-Motrin Phase, with the skin that hurts when you take your pants down to go pee and the joints that ache and the head that throbs or
(b) Post-Motrin Phase, when your fever breaks in the middle of the night and you wake up shivering unsure of where or who you are as you sit in a puddle of your own sweat.

It’s really a toss up.