Oh...so behind...

I am sucky blogger lately. I know. I have all these pictures and new happenings in our family. The more of these I aquire, the more overwhelmed I get knowing I have ALOT to blog about. No fear...one of these days I will "hit my stride" and there will be ALOT of updates. Take to today for example. I "hit my stride" and purged a bunch of paper piles by my fridge and hanging file folder. You know that show Hoarders? Cody tells me I am a paper and reciept hoarder. I am in firm denial over that one. What if I buy something and then 3 months later need to return it!? If I would have thrown the reciept out, I would be just plain out of luck. Hoarder.... what EVER!

Just a little FRIED...

It all started with the birthday girl screaming the entire time in Wal-mart. Maybe if she knew I was trying to buy stuff for HER cake and thoughtful presents for HER, maybe she would have just giggled her way through instead...yeah right! I was also trying to think of some creative pre-school snack for tomorrow and keep track of Mason...who would not listen to me. Nothing existed but him and the toy aisle. Just a bit frustrating when you are trying to haul butt throught the store so you can get what you need and get back to Morgan by the time pre-school lets out. And then there was that crazy guy chasing me and smiling down the aisles....YIKES. Oh wait...he was actually nice. He brought me Kendal's binky that she beligerantly threw during her tantrum 2 aisles back.
Next we get loaded up and get home to the safety of our garage and I SPECIFICALLY tell Mason to get out his side and don't tramp across the never ending bags of groceries and items. Guess what? He stepped and squished EVERYTHING!!! And Kendal was bawling because I left her and Mason in the truck watching a movie so I could get balloons at Pocket Change. Not a happy camper, that little one!
Whew....we get in and I put Kendal down for a nap, which she crashes immediatley. Next, Mason goes down. Crying. I make Kendal's birthday cake. Mason has to go poop.
The last straw, you may ask? I visit Mace in the bathroom to do my motherly wiping duty and soak my socks and the bottom of my jeans in pee.Yep... a little puddle of Mason-pee. That was it. I know he is a boy and has this crazy "hose" he is familiarizing himself with....but I had just had it. I threw a towel over the pee, sloppily wiped it up. Removed my socks and jeans. Put it all in the laundry basket. QUICKLY ushered my young son to bed and threatened this extremely tired boy with his life. I didn't even let him wash his hands. Gross I know....but I could have cared less at the time.I got Addie settled with lunch and to rest on the couch. And now peace and quiet...and of course the ever-therapeutic blogging. If I can have a little rest I just may get through cake decorating, scrubbing the bathroom, and a little 1st birthday party and FHE! Please wish me luck....and a prayer in my behalf...or I guess my childrens might be great.