Sorry for the MIA (again). Our life is crazy. Of course, 97% of that is completely my fault. If it was up to the husband he would go to work, I would be a full time SAHM, bake pies, have dinner on the table at 5:00 every evening, watch Wheel of Fortune, give baths, and be in bed by 9:00 every night.
Ha. That sounds LOVELY. But, completely unrealistic. I should really take a picture of my calender. TWO days are blank in the month of October. TWO! And I think there were three mayyybe four free days in September. Hence, the lack of blogging.
I've had two weddings, two baby showers, a partylite party, an anniversary party, a graduation party, four birthday celebrations, doctor's appointment, school, work, and sick babies since my last post. And if I had the time I would have lots to blog about. But....I can't just whip up a post in a few minutes. I'm not a natural writer nor do I ever have enough piece in quiet to finish a complete post before someone needs my attention. I have Logan in one hand and Luke is sitting on my feet as I type this very moment.
So yesterday I wasn't feeling so hot (Auntie Flo arrived for the first time in over a year. HORRIBLE. She became the cherry on top of my day) I broke all plans that I had. Disappointed people and missed out on some good times. I wanted nothing more than to stay home all day and do nothing. Spend time with my boys. Veg out. Unfortunately, by midnight last night I wanted nothing more than to run away.
When I woke up yesterday I told Trav my plans. FAMILY DAY. No matter what. It was going to be a good day. First thing I did was feed Logan. Then all of a sudden I hear Luke getting in trouble. There was dog shampoo sitting on the back porch from their baths the night before. Mr. Luke thought it would be a good idea to empty the entire bottle and spread it all over himself and the patio table.
Bath time.
Next I am changing Logan and Trav is in the bathroom. Come out to the living room and there Luke is taking Uncle Bubba's deoderant and smearing in all over the couch..... Now my child and my living room smell like a man's armpit. We clean it up and try to relax.
Then Trav is taking a nap with Logan (damn him. Trav not Logan) and I am in the shower. I get out and check on Luke. He is in his bedroom hiding underneath his bed. Of course he was hiding. Because he knew what was coming! He got into his cabinet. Next thing I see is petroleum jelly EVERYWHERE, an empty bottle of rubbing alcohol (ya..mother of the year award having that in his reach.....), and an empty gallon of distilled water for his humidifier.........................
Boiling point. Bath time.
While Trav & Logan are still sleeping and I am cleaning up the jelly, alcohol, water mess I hear a hissssssss. Well what do you know? Luke in my room. Sprayed an entire brand new can of hairspray all over my dresser.
"Travis get your ass up & chill a bottle of wine right NOW!!!!"
House is clean. Everyone is bathed. Bellys are full. We get all snuggled in to start a movie. Luke is MIA. What the %$*# he was JUST in here.............. Trav walks out into the living room and tells me to just go look in our bedroom. I refused. He better just tell me right now exactly what I would find. He insisted I just go look. And what did I find? Luke covered head to toe, along with my entire night stand, my books, clean laundry, and the floor with pink powder...... ((That mess is still there. It's going to take me three days to clean it all up))
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Bath number three. Screw the glass, just give me the whole damn bottle.
Go to get Luke a towel from his bedroom (gone .5 seconds) and what do I find when I walk back into the bathroom? Daddy's full bottle of body wash squirted ALL over the entire bath tub and floor. Ha. Ha. Haaaaaaaa. Walk away Sarah, walk away.
Some how I managed to not be transported to the nearest looney bin last night.
That brings us to today. My mom swears she did (but she didn't) tell me that she was going to be out of town until Monday night. Which left no one to watch the boys while I had class today. And that blog world is the only reason I am talking to you right now. I had to skip. Which left me with a few mintues of free time. Hallelujah.
I cannot tell you how much I need Thursday to get here. BLOGGER NIGHT OUT!!! Whoop Whoop! Things might get a little crazy. Mama is on the edge.
Tequila's for dinner at 7:00 then wherever. Be there!! :)
6 comments:
Awwww girl. Next time, call me. I am always up for some baby spoiling and would have been glad to take either one of them off your hands. I'm good at running energy out of kids...just cause I don't have any at home 24/7.
Can't wait til Thursday!
Holy moly...Luke!! I've had many of those same incidents happen over here, but NEVER so many in one night! I don't blame you for being close to losing your mind. I sooo wish I could be at Blogger's night out. :( You definitely deserve a night to yourself! (Oh yeah...and I totally get the husband falling asleep while he's supposed to be watching kids thing. ARGH!)
Holy Shit Balls! Luke was on a rampage yesterday!!! HAHA! You poor thing! I would have definitely had a melt down and just laid in the floor and cried with that bottle of wine in hand!
I am STOKED for Thursday!!!! Yayy!
I'm kind of speechless .... =( I think I would have cried too
I will be there on Thursday! Will have to keep it low key because Brody has his first field trip on Friday and I'm sure after that I will be ready to drink again and my liver is just not used to that anymore!
Holy shit! What is up with kids lately. Mine is hell bent on making me go crazy to. But I have never had that much in one day. I would be downing a bottle of wine to.
Oh my goodness Luke...what are you doing to your Mommy?!?!
I would have broke down in tears while sitting in the pink powder after a day like that...I hope you drank lots of wine after he went to bed!
Seriously, anytime you want to give them away, bring them to my house! :) Keegan would love playing with both of them!!
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