Today is my Hubby's birthday. He is so old we can't remember how old he really is. We never even made it out to dinner tonight. We are both wiped out. I took the kids to a swim party and brought them home along with two additional kids. One of said kids called me a liar and I will just leave it at that. My Mom came over to tell me how tired she was. I had no sympathy and tried to tell her so. I don't think she could hear me over the running and screaming children. At least she gets to leave and go to bed if she chooses. She can even clean up her house and it would stay that way. Yeah, no sympathy. I'm tired on my own without the kids waking me up at 4:30 am to let me know the power is off. I can only imagine that my Little Guy woke up and didn't see the little blue light on his CD player. They wanted to get the flashlights out and it was a lot of drama for them. They didn't seem to understand that they sleep in the dark anyway and it didn't matter.
We had a few days of nothing this week. I wanted the kids to be really bored by the time the Big Guy starts school (one week from today! Look forward to a weepy Oh how the years have gone by post next week.). We met up with friends, went bowling and swimming so it wasn't so boring after all. Except for the one day that we tried to walk to the library and check out a book. Doesn't seem hard does it? Maybe they were a little bored when they were on the deck coloring with markers one morning. The Little Guy stripped naked, colored his whole body, urinated in the grass and pooped on my deck. No, I wasn't watching them with my eyes, but I could hear the boyish chit chat outside and
Happy Birthday, Hubby! You went from no orange shirts to 4 in one day. Does my family think alike for gifts or what? Too bad that is not your color. I promise to make you a big cake (right after my slim-down contest is over).