Okay, this entry is an excuse, rationalization, apology and random update. First: excuses and rationalizations on why the blog is falling to the wayside (temporarily). It's official. I'm overwhelmed. Yes, people, I've SAID it. I'm totally in the flippin' weeds right now. This whole selling a house, building a house, packing up a house, having no idea what's going on with my kids' schools and running all over God's green earth for this, that and the other to situate it, changing addresses, packing, packing, oh, and did I mention packing? Oh, and did I mention picking out 4 billion stupid things for our stupid new house? Oh, and did I mention 4 children under foot? Oh, and did I mention the children are really annoying?
So, sleeping, eating, friendships, and fun have all fallen to the back burner. Heck, they're not even on the back burner. They are off the entire flippin' STOVE. As has blogging. Which sucks, because that is my sanity. I apologize also to my fellow bloggers whom I loyally follow. I have not been able to read my favorite blogs that make me laugh and cry for weeks either. I will return to you all, I promise! So, for now, I'll type this update while there is a brief lull.
So, we move into our rental home in, um 8 days. Close on the house in 10 days, and the following day go on our 2 week family vacation to... relax?... yeah, really relaxing with the kids. But, it will be nice. Can't blog from there, so who knows. This might be my last post in a while. We will move again in Nov/Dec to our final resting place. Yes, I'm planning on dying in this new house and at the rate we're going, it may be sooner rather than later. I'm spiralling downward as I type...
This is a small sliver of my day right now, and is highly representative of my days in general. No exaggeration. Nothing out of character:
Pink comes upstairs with a bleeding cut on her thigh. It needs to be cleaned and bandaged. She needs consoling. But, simultaneously, Tink is yelling in the bathroom that I need to wipe her heiny. So, I put Pink on hold to wipe Tink's butt and baby Rella finds her way into the fridge simultaneously and pulls out, opens, and paints herself with Trix yogurt. Clean up the yogurt with poor Pink still standing there bleeding. Then the phone rings from CB's school and it's the nurse telling me about CB having a ruptured sty in her eye, etc while I'm helping Tink with her undies and cleaning yogurt and Pink's bleeding and crying and then Rella comes trotting in from ravaging the dishwasher with a steak knife in each hand. Oh wait, one knife is going into her mouth, pointy side up. Yikes!
She's off again as I take Pink upstairs for neosporin and a Hannah Montana bandage and Mommy "make-it-all-better" kisses. As I come back downstairs I find Rella has emptied out a 3 lb box of spaghetti onto our dirty kitchen floor. Ugh. Freakin' UGH! Anyone want a 19 month old, gently used kid???? Can I sell her on Craig's List? She's KILLING me! Okay, all that happened in literally 10 minutes. That's a 10 minute snippet of my day. TEN. This is what I'm up against folks. It aint glamorous. WHERE are the BON BONS?!?!? I signed up for bon bons.
But, the GOOD news... awesomestly awesome news is that my little nephew was born a few days ago. Born into a gaggle of ALL girls: my 4 and my sister's two. He'll be covered in princess crap and make up. Check out this cute mug shot.
Couldn't you just EAT him??? I want another one. Wait, did I just actually SAY that!?! Someone remind me of the last 10 minutes. Wait, don't remind me. I've just been alerted by Pink that in the 12 minutes I've taken to type this post, Rella has been sitting in my bed, chewing up 3 toothbrushes beyond use and has half emptied a tube of toothpaste all over. And she crapped herself something fierce.
They start out all little and cute and they trick you into loving them with all your heart and soul and then they turn into this:
TROUBLE. This is what Trouble looks like. Yeah, yeah, underneath the sweat and filth she's cute.... Whatever. She CANNOT be trusted.
Time to change a nasty diaper. And continue packing. And paint the outside trim around the freakin' back door a la new home owner's request (The request of a young, childless couple who don't know the magnitude of such a small little task...)
So, posts will slow down for a while. But I'll be back in the saddle as soon as things slow down. Ish. Please wait for me. I beg you. Do not abandon the planet! This blog and those who read and comment on it are my only life line to the world of sanity.