kill. me. now.

O.M.G. rearranging 9yo’s room so we can fit in her new bookcase. the amount of paper and plastic we found (mind you, only weeks after I spent 2 days cleaning up the majority of it) could fuel a small country, and the amount of cheerios and m&ms could feed it!!!! AND THIS IS MY NEAT CHILD!!! *collapses on the floor in despair*

seriously???

does anyone else have a child who LITERALLY can take 15 minutes to put a pair of sneakers and socks on????  and i’m not talking about just sitting there for 15 minutes not doing anything (though she has done that a ton of times too).  she has to roll up pants/leggings, wiggle her toes into the socks, adjust the line on the socks so it is just right, …..

 

ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH

um, what???

outside the gym, waiting for it and the children’s area to open up.  9yo is telling jokes, so i tell one i saw recently on facebook.

me:  why was the lobster not good at sharing?

9yo:  ummmm, i don’t know

6yo:  because he was crabby?

me:  no, but good guess.  because he was shellfish.

both kids laugh.

6yo:  i have one like that.  why was the carrot not good at sharing?

me:  hmmmm.  no clue.

6yo:  because he was…..crummy.

me:…..

i just got home…

so i walk in the door and the kiddies are in the family room watching daddy play a video game.  6yo turns to me and says, “daddy says it’s a big peanut butter.”  i just stared at her for a minute in blank confusion before i remembered that daddy has been making an effort to say “peanut butter” instead of cussing.  LOL

morning at my house

after waking me up indirectly by sneaking into my room and whisper arguing over who did what to whom at any ungodly hour (which prompted me to bellow at them to get out), the kids just informed me while i was eating breakfast that they have taken almost all the clothes out of 9yo’s closet and put virtually every pillow and beanbag  and half the stuffed animals (we have about 3000 in our house) in there to create “Camp Fuzzy.”

9yo:  if you need us, mama, you know where to find us – CAMP FUZZY!

(please note that the closet is actually quite wide, so the full effect is lost in a picture.)

this would be eternally cute save the fact that i am entirely sure they will never put all of this stuff back and, per our normal rules and my earlier directions, this will lead me to have to:  (a)  confiscate all of my 9yo’s clothes;  (b) tell them they can’t go to the carnival today;   and (c) listen to inordinate amounts of screaming, crying, and temper tantrums as a result of (a) and (b).  vive la motherhood.  [collapses on desk]