Friday, April 16, 2010

How did I get here...& why ARE there 2 more kids????

So....have you ever arrived somewhere & then thought to yourself..."How the heck did I get here?"....& then realized...."Boy, that could have been dangerous for all involved. I could have really hurt someone." That happened today!!!!! I decided to walk to pick up the boys from school today. I strapped Slade into the Snugli & proceded to seriously over-dress. (It was waaaay nicer than I thought) When the bell went I wandered into the school to visit with Chayse's teacher, who just came back after Spring Break from a 2 month medical leave. So, after chatting with her for a few minutes we left the classroom. Oddly enough, Haiden had been in Chayse's classroom talking with Mrs. E too, so I didn't have to go looking for him. After straggling behind for about 3/4 of a block the whole way home & holding Brigham's hand, I arrived home to realize that the 2 of the 3 Chinese boys that walked with Haiden & Chayse are standing waiting to be let into my house. The older brother of the boys & their rather dignified grandfather were walking away waving & calling back "I have your number.....See you at 4:30." I was....shocked...stunned....& full blown flabergasted! "How did this happen????" "Wilson wants a snack Mom. Can he have a snack?" "Can we go down to the basement & play wii?"...were the questions that came next. So at 4:10 I get a call from previously mentioned dignified Chinese Grandfather asking to speak to Ryan, the older of the 2 boys. I guess they had just wandered around our complex for 20 minutes or so. The doorbell goes, I paste on a happy face & answer the door, send 2 extra children out the door, close the door & try my best to contain my wrath. It turned out that Chayse had given Wilson, the boy in his class, a piece of paper with my cell phone number on it. Wilson took this as an open invitation & wanted to know where we lived...so Chayse proceded to lead the family to our house without telling me that that was what was happening. I felt completely oblivious & furious!!! The weirdest thing was......after the initial bang on my kitchen ceiling from Wilson announcing "Watch me jump off here." & then actually jumping from Chayse's top bunk, it was strangely calm & quiet with 2 extra boys in the house. Maybe it's because I had strongly suggested (in front of all the boys) that Chayse was more than likely going to be "a dead man" in an hour & they all knew better than to be noisy. By the way, Chayse is still alive......for now!!!

Friday, April 9, 2010

9 to 5.....&....I love you Monty

So I was just on someone's blog (shout out to Susanne) & the song that started playing was "9 to 5" sung by the amazing Dolly Parton. I instinctively started singing it....I just couldn't help myself. I maybe only missed a dozen words. *************************** Anyway....FOLLOW ME THIS WAY NOW....I feel so fortunate to be able to stay home with the 4 blond boys that make me crazy. We have been so blessed that Monty has a job that has afforded us the opportunity for me to be able to do this. 'k...so that wasn't the smoothest transition of ideas, but could you connect the dots? Here...let me do it for you. I don't have to work "9 to 5"...more like 6:50am to 11:30pm with optional sleepless nights. I love you Baby....Wouldn't you say that this is "Far" enough!!!!! (Don't answer that.)

Friday, April 2, 2010

Medicated...

You'll remember a couple of posts ago I mentioned that I have been receiving A LOT of emails for online drug sales. Pfffff...who needs!!!...ME. I just looked at the bottle of "Extra Strength Tylenol Rapid Release" that I always have in the kitchen cubbard. DUDE....there's 186 "Gelcaps" in that thing. There's 500mg of Acetaminophen & a list (in alphabetical order) of 22 "non-medicinal ingredients"; 3 of which are colorings used to make them visually appealing. Frankly, the only thing that makes them appealing now a days is the remote dream that they might actually "provide effective relief of..." whatever ails ya. I could do with some of that mind-numbing that I spoke of.