Yay for surgery!
Wow....
Today has been....long....
And for any of you who have seen Desperate Housewives, right now I feel like Lynette.
I mean seriously...
I have, in some capacity, taken care of one or both of my brothers all day.
My hair is in a bun and looks disgusting.
I have not a stitch of makeup on.
I desperately need sleep.
The promise of watching Six Feet Under later on is one of the only things that has gotten me through my day.
I have food all over my shirt from helping feed my youngest brother Sam.
And I feel like Calvin has given me a bruise because he sat there and poked me ALL THROUGH DINNER.
I believe baby drool should be classified as a toxic substance.
Oven mits should be used for cooking...not as pretend crab claws...
I hate the question "why". I swear...everything I have said today in calvin's presence has been followed by "but why?"
Example:
"Today is beautiful!" "But why?"
"I like to sing." "But why?"
"I like reading." "But why?"
And an actual question from today....
"I can't stand men! They confuzzle me." "But why?"
That, dear Calvin, is a question that will remain un-answered.
And due to my day, my plan for the next half hour or so is to curl up in bed with my favorite book "High Tide in Tucson" and read the essay entitled "Civil Disobedience at Breakfast." Brief note: The essay is on why every parent (and I do consider my self to be a sort of jr. parent) should want somewhat disobedient children.
If any of my teenage counterparts would like a reason not to have sex like half the teen population of Flagler County, I am also considering allowing payed visits to my home where you can experience first hand what it is like to have two very small and rambunctious children living in your house, depending on you to make sure they don't mame or kill themselves...not to mention the fact that the job also requires you to be the 24 hour entertainment committee....
And although I am certain that tomorrow morning I will wake up, go to Wal Mart or the like, walk around, see an adorable little girl in a pink dress with a bow in her hair and smile thinking about how much I want children some day.....
For the moment I am seriously considering having my tubes tied.
That said....I love my little brothers more than anything in the world, wouldn't trade them for anything, and this is only a temporary state of mind.
I can't even begin to imagine how this feeling is magnified when the children are genetically yours....
My poor mother.
Today has been....long....
And for any of you who have seen Desperate Housewives, right now I feel like Lynette.
I mean seriously...
I have, in some capacity, taken care of one or both of my brothers all day.
My hair is in a bun and looks disgusting.
I have not a stitch of makeup on.
I desperately need sleep.
The promise of watching Six Feet Under later on is one of the only things that has gotten me through my day.
I have food all over my shirt from helping feed my youngest brother Sam.
And I feel like Calvin has given me a bruise because he sat there and poked me ALL THROUGH DINNER.
I believe baby drool should be classified as a toxic substance.
Oven mits should be used for cooking...not as pretend crab claws...
I hate the question "why". I swear...everything I have said today in calvin's presence has been followed by "but why?"
Example:
"Today is beautiful!" "But why?"
"I like to sing." "But why?"
"I like reading." "But why?"
And an actual question from today....
"I can't stand men! They confuzzle me." "But why?"
That, dear Calvin, is a question that will remain un-answered.
And due to my day, my plan for the next half hour or so is to curl up in bed with my favorite book "High Tide in Tucson" and read the essay entitled "Civil Disobedience at Breakfast." Brief note: The essay is on why every parent (and I do consider my self to be a sort of jr. parent) should want somewhat disobedient children.
If any of my teenage counterparts would like a reason not to have sex like half the teen population of Flagler County, I am also considering allowing payed visits to my home where you can experience first hand what it is like to have two very small and rambunctious children living in your house, depending on you to make sure they don't mame or kill themselves...not to mention the fact that the job also requires you to be the 24 hour entertainment committee....
And although I am certain that tomorrow morning I will wake up, go to Wal Mart or the like, walk around, see an adorable little girl in a pink dress with a bow in her hair and smile thinking about how much I want children some day.....
For the moment I am seriously considering having my tubes tied.
That said....I love my little brothers more than anything in the world, wouldn't trade them for anything, and this is only a temporary state of mind.
I can't even begin to imagine how this feeling is magnified when the children are genetically yours....
My poor mother.