Bah Humbug...

I'm joking....mostly. I do love christmas...everything is so pretty, and sharing it with little ones makes it magical all over again! I must admit that I am ready for it to be over this year though. I want the tree down, I want all the tubs of christmas decor back up in the attic, and I want the christmas movies to be put away until next year. Poor Brody can't go 2 minutes without getting picked up and placed somewhere else because he is getting into something he shouldn't (cough, the tree, cough). The tubs have taken over my entryway and the playroom (totally my fault for never moving the empty tubs back out to the garage). And if I have to watch "Shrek the Halls" one more time I might contemplate ogre-cide!!

I tell myself that next year will be different. I will be more organized. I will have all the presents bought by Thanksgiving. I will have all the decorating done by the week after thanksgiving (and the tubs neatly stacked back out in the garage out of the way). Christmas cards will go out that same week. And the entire month of December will be dedicated to simply enjoying the holidays. Although, I believe I said something like this last year? Ahh...the joys of mommy brain. I have so many great ideas for next year, but I will probably forget about them until its too late again....why does that always happen? I need an assistant...

This life has been a test...

...if it had been an actual life, you would have been given instructions on where to go and what to do."

Yes, I am quoting a long gone TV show...but I just love that line! Seriously...why aren't we given some general instructions before we are just let out into the real world? I have made so many major mistakes it hurts my head to even admit them to myself. I try to research/ponder/overthink EVERYTHING, and yet it still seems that EVERYTHING goes wrong. And whats more, I feel completely at fault for all these things that go wrong. I am the one that does all the research, which really does put all the blame on me. Countless times a day I am reminded of how many things I have royally screwed up, only to find out about additional screw ups from time to time. Oh joy!

OK, vent over. We now return you to your previous programming already in progress...

Smoochy

There is just something insanely irresistible about sloppy wet baby kisses! Brody learned how to kiss this afternoon. When I say kiss, I mean he lean forward with his mouth wide open and drools all over my face. I know...sounds gross, but I can't even put into words how sweet it is! The look on his face as he does it is priceless...like he is totally in awe that he has figured out how to kiss back. I love babies...

Ugh!

Why is it that everytime I am sick, everyone else in the house is sick too? Is it some law of nature that a mother is not allowed to be sick all by herself so that she may simply wallow in her illness and not be expected to do anything more than curl up on the couch and sip a nice carmel apple cider from Starbucks?

I am so stinkin' tired I can't think straight...yet I still have to change 2 sets of diapers, feed 2 mouths (and my own if there's time), read the same book 50 times, watch the same movie for the gazillionth time, and get 2 little boys ready and in bed (the oldest of whom recently discovered what a fun game it is to get back out of bed every 2 minutes to ask for something he forgot he needed before bed). Once I am alone, I then have to play catch up on all the messiness that happened throughout the day.

Just once, I want to be sick all by myself. I know its childish, but I can't help it. If I have to be miserable and in a daze, I want pity and a bit of babying. Is that really too much to ask? Probably, but I doubt I will ever know...I have been blessed with an awesome immune system so I really shouldn't complain. This is probably the only time I will be sick all winter, but in the selfish part of my mind that makes it even worse. My one and only chance all year to get a little extra help and attention has been whisked away by the cries and sniffles of 2 of the cutest little boys on earth...oh woe is me.

Hello Cyberland!

I've tried the website thing....can't seem to keep it updated.

I've got Myspace and Facebooks accounts...weeks go by without me checking in on them.

I lurk on message boards...I'm afraid of being a post killer.

I have text messaging on my phone...it takes too long to hit the 3 key 3 times just to get to an F.

I have email...but who uses that anymore?

So...here I am. Will I follow through with it? Will I keep it up to date? Will I say enough interesting and off the wall things to pique the interest of my fellow Cyberians? Only time will tell...