Bed Time IS the Best Time

My nerves must be shot! I have no patience, no energy, no motivation. My floor has oreo cookies on it, cat hair on it and puzzle pieces on it. OK, the Oreo cookies were to get the natives to be quiet and I’m sticking to the story of the cats playing roughly with each other on the cat hair everywhere (of course we both know it was most likely a native or two, but I’m not going there) and the puzzle pieces? Well, they have been picked up numerous times and I’m just at the point that unless someone is coming over who does not live here on a regular basis, will they get picked up as I’ve picked them up at least a bazillion times and a bazillion and one is not going to happen in the next two days that I’m contributing in. The clothes will probably eventually be folded but they will have wrinkles…sorry kids, if you want them unwrinkled, fold them yourselves, lol, Ok that was sarcasm there because they don’t usually fold them. A1 will wash and dry his clothes but folding is something beneath him and he will sweet talk me or any other person and go so low as to bribe or bet with others to get them to fold his clothes. A2 hasn’t figured that out so his clothes…are wrinkled, whether I fold them or not. I think he’s in a cult for wrinkled clothes personally.

The natives have been real clingy lately. They always want to be held and as I said earlier, I have no patience for the whining, no energy to entertain and no…alright, whining and screaming is motivation but holding them both for hours after hours is out of the question. I didn’t weigh as much when I was almost 37 weeks pregnant with them as I do now when I’m carrying both of them. They weigh 28 and 23 lbs approximately plus my big feet and that’s at least 250lbs! Not that much but I’m being generous and it feels like it’s 350lbs. Good point of carrying both of them? It’s quiet for a while. I just can’t get anything done that is below my waist or move items…like toys, big cars, picnic tables, things like that. I can of course move a cat, accidentally of course, but hey, he steps in front of me all the time and if I ever am found dead at the bottom of the stairs? It’s the cat…fry him!!! String him up!!! He’s been attempting to commit my murder for years now and his fur is the only thing getting him off at the moment because I’m still alive and able to put food out for him. 

Hubby went to play in a golf tournament today. I got robbed! He can’t play and sure I can’t play either but I don’t slice the ball to the left or right on a regular basis like he does, I look a teeny bit cuter playing with my smaller golf clubs and I sure could use the time off and away from the natives for 6 hours. I’m just saying. He works tomorrow. That “Honey-Do” list did not get shorter over his 3 day break. I'll bet his 5 day break/vacation will shorten that list.

Babies birthday party is this coming Sunday. They will be two years old!!! This birthday is as much for me as it is for them. For them? Well, ok, they did make their appearance but for me because I have survived two years of them. Sure I love them, sure I’d not trade them for the world, sure I’d never want to live without them, sure I’d still like to get away from them and find my sanity. It’s somewhere. Maybe in the car trunk or even at the store behind some granola bars. My point is, I have lived through two years of infants, babies, toddlers and I may not have any patience but I made it and they are ALL still alive!! Cake baking commences tomorrow at nap time, wish me luck. We are doing the Yo Gabba Gabba theme but I initially bought the Cat in the Hat outfits so just a teeny bit off but they are just too stinking cute to NOT wear them, lol.

One more day survived. WooHoo!!