I am a hot mess...

Today is not my day. I have been doing really well so far in this pregnancy. But everything seems to have hit today. My kids won't stop screaming, I feel like the worst mother ever and Hudson keeps hitting me for no apparent reason and I can't get him to stop. It all started when I got to Raleigh's school to pick him up today and realized that his end of year party was indeed today and not tomorrow like I had previously thought. Bummer! Mother of the year flew right out the window. The teacher made out like it wasn't a big deal that they were missing the stuff we signed up to bring, but it was to me. We got home and I tried to clean up the mess that is my house, just like I do every day, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I sat down on the couch and began to cry. Raleigh came to me, hugged me and said, "Mommy, you can do this. It's OK! I know how we can do better.....'puter games." I guess pbskids solves all his problems, just not mine. So, I went upstairs to change and this is where the hot mess began. I used a baby wipe to remove all traces of makeup (because I felt like I was suffocating) because the make up remover wipes I bought at target have made my eyes swollen, red and bumpy. I'm too blasted cheap to buy the good wipes. When the heck will I stop making the same mistake. I took off the beautiful maternity dress that belonged to my sister because I felt that I could no longer pull it off. I preceded to put on bleached out short black shorts, an ugly purple monstrosity of a shirt, bronze flip flops and I pulled my hair back in a black headband, one side flipping out and the other, not so much. (I took a picture but it was too scary for the Internet) I made dinner because Phil is up here working on turning out 3rd floor into a bedroom for Raleigh and I didn't want him to go hungry. After dinner I decided to go to Publix and get snacks for Raleigh's class tomorrow to try and make up for being such an A+ mom. And guess what, I went how I looked. I didn't even wipes the kids faces after dinner, so they fit in with me. It was like white trash family come to town for the first time in a while. What a day. At least Raleigh's class will have apples, carrot chips and dip for a snack tomorrow. Please pray that I am back to myself by tomorrow. I don't know if I can handle another day like today. Physically or mentally. I need a bath...

I have a cat...

I have a cat. A beautiful cat. Did I ever mention that? Her name is Jenny (no, not after my sister) and she is British. British you ask? Yes British. When Bryan and I imagine her as a character in a movie, we picture her speaking with a British accent and being a snob. Why a snob? Well, let's just say she is not the friendliest. She doesn't require much attention and is selective to whom she gets attention from. Does she like the boys? Of course not! We once asked her what it would take for her to be sweeter to the boys, because they love her so, and she responded that we would have to remove their arms, legs and voice boxes, then maybe she would consider liking them. Well, that's not going to happen, so I guess we will just have to live with it. So, today she had a visit to the Vet. She had her check up and got a haircut! She gets so hairy and matted that I can often find 8-12 hairballs on the ground a day. NOT the kind you puck, but the kind that just falls off because it has been hanging there so long. When we take her, we have them give her the "Lion Cut". You'll understand when you see the pictures below. When we bring her home she is friendlier and friskier. So don't feel bad for her, she likes it, really!

Look at that ball on the end of her tail...

These boots are made for walkin'... and what a beautiful mane.

Oh, and did I mention that Raleigh is back from his 4 day stay with YaYa! I sure did miss the little turd!

Sunday Stuff...

Have I ever told you how stinkin' easy one kid is? Well, one kid is stinkin' easy! Raleigh is with YaYa for a few days and we just have Huddie. So all of you out there with one kid, no belly achin' cause one kid is easy :)


On another note...

Have I ever told you how much I love my room. Bryan is color blind so he thinks it looks like someone puked all over the walls, but I love it. It is cozy and warm and the perfect shade of rain forest. I always enjoy it until I step into my bathroom...

I hate it...

It is blah and has trailer park wallpaper...
So, my students gave me a gift card to Target for teacher appreciation week so I decided to use it on something that I wouldn't usually get to spend money on. I decided to add some things to my bathroom. So Huddie and I went to Target this afternoon and bought a few additions...

I like it now...

I made Bryan and Huddie go downstairs while I cleaned and put everything up together. It was fun!

Confucius Say...

So, my 4 year old has preschool teachers that will start a sentence and the kids all have to finish it on their own. Once the teachers said "I love my mommy when..." and Raleigh finished, "...She listens to my words". Well, his latest one really go me thinking. It is very simple, but very profound. Ready?

(Teacher asked)Love is... (Raleigh responded)Applesauce! If that doesn't just say it all, I don't know what does...

Always good for a show...

So, yesterday was our last Kangaroo Kickers game and I am sad. Why you ask? Could it be that I will miss seeing Raleigh score more goals than any other player? Will I miss seeing his incredible David Beckham moves? Will I miss the fact that he listens to his coach and does everything that he tells him to do?? Well, actually, he doesn't do any of these things. Does he know what a goal is and where it is located on a field? I can't really say for sure. But he sure did look cute running back and forth on the field smiling and waving at all of the parents. I will miss him telling his coach that he is too tired to play anymore (after a minute in). I will miss watching his little face, eyes closed running down the field, knocking in to people and me yelling to "Run like a man!" I will also miss the family time outside we have gotten together every Monday night for the past 7 weeks. Will we sign him up again next year you ask? You bet your butt we will...

Oh, Huddie is sad about it too!!!!

Kids these days...

So, my precious older son has become quite the storyteller. Below is the latest story he told just for me: (What is written in parenthesis is what I was thinking)

Once upon a time there was a fat mommy. She was really fat. (oh gosh, I hope that watching the Biggest Loser hasn't given him bad ideas) When she got off work she decided to go to the gym and work out. (oh, he has been watching to much) After the gym she went to Publix. (hey, this is sounding really familiar) When she was done with Publix she went and picked up her kid Raleigh from school. (What?) After that, she went and picked up Huddie. (What? What?) The End! Mommy, isn't that the greatest story ever! (Yeah, Raleigh, whatever, it's the worst story I ever heard!)

*It sure did give Bryan a chuckle...