Typical Tuesday

before i go to bed every night i think about everything i need to do the next day. 

which is a million. sometimes i just stop thinking and get back up and

 do whatever it is that i just know won't get done during the day with all the boys up.

 hence the bags under my eyes.

but last night, i felt good. i even told myself

 "sarah you are going to rock tomorrow".

 yup. i'm naive. it's 3 in the afternoon 

and the day that i was going to "rock" has went to shits. 

after i loaded all the boys up and the damn dog that thinks he is human  into the bus, 

we dropped luke off at school and then we were off to alco.
 i decided to just carry liam in the store rather than

 carry the heaviest car seat on earth + a 16 pound baby + a 24 pound toddler. 

besides the carts at alco are miniature. think this through alco people.

 target has huge carts, therefore i fill it up and spend more money. 

if i can't fit anything in my cart besides my purse and one kid...

do you think i'm going to buy anything besides laundry detergent? 

whoa. getting way off track here.

 pretend i never compared target to alco. 

anyway....we are leaving. i have liam in one hand and pushing the cart with the other.

 poor loggie can't sit down because there are two bags in the miniature cart with him. 

so he is standing. which, granted...under different circumstances i would never let him do

but....my hands were tied and i was by myself. ok.

 so i am ever so slowly pushing this cart the whole 50 feet out to the bus.

 telling loggie over and over again "hold on buddy".

well...let me tell you about the rubber mat right outside the door at alco.

 it's stupid. just plain old stupid. let's just cut to the chase.

 i went to push the cart out the door & it got caught on the stupid rubber mat 

& what happened to poor logan who was standing.....

a summer sault right out of the cart, head first, onto the concrete.

 and what could i do? nothing. i saw it in slow motion but really...

it happened so quick there was nothing i could do. 

it was horrible & my stomach is still in knots over it.

 mom of the year award right out the window. 

luckily, he has no idea it was actually my fault

 he is extremely forgiving and is rather used to knots on his forehead.

 the kid cried for all of 2 seconds & is back to his crazy antics.

he got me back about an hour ago when he ran the devil car

 into my ankle that just so happened to have a blister healing. 

mother of abraham! 

saturday's devil car incident. there tends to be at least one a day.

 the monster thought it would be a good idea to drive it down the basement steps.

 the wooden basement steps with concrete at the end.

 he ended up with a bloody nose that wouldn't stop all day long and a fat lip.

 this kid. omg. i love him. 

so here we are.

 house is still a mess. logan is banged up. no naps. crabby kids. 

no groceries. (i was going to run into iga before the alco incident). 

waiting on a piece of mail that is 2 days late. 

counting down the minutes until dad gets home so i can run away.

we do have a yummy dinner planned! 

with a new recipe i am going to use -shocker-.

 keep your fingers crossed that it doesn't rain. 

we are grilling. wait. who am i kidding?

 it will rain.