In a fog

Sorry for the scattered posting lately folks. I'm just kind of living in a fog these days. First of all, I'm having to find random places to do laundry, (our washer is broken and we're waiting for a part to come in to get it fixed). This is no small task, because as you know, doing laundry for 5 people is a tough job. And I think the girls decided that it was time to wet the bed every night. But, I digress...

We're also hosting the "Collide" event at our church this week. It's VBS on steroids. We've had a really great turnout. (About 40 kids each night).

So, with all this going on, my schedule this week is shaping up a little like this.

8:30-wake up

8:32-make 3 glasses of strawberry milk

8:45-take shower

10:00-start planning the evening's games

10:15-gather up a load of laundry

10:20-land on someones doorstep with my three children in tow to do said laundry

11:15-come home and be angry because there are still approximately 35 loads of laundry piled up in my laundry room.

11:25-yet again try to make the girls clean their room (they haven't completed it once, since 2 weeks ago, and I've tried every day, I'm a wimp)

11:25-12:00-break up fights over who's doing a worse job of cleaning, and stop Ella from hitting her sisters because they won't let her have the toys they are putting away.

12:00-make 3 lunches, and try to grab something quick for myself

12:35-put Ella down for nap

12:45-make shopping list for evening game activities

1:00-fold earlier laundry

1:35-interact with children

2:00-prepare games (yesterday I made 80 flour bombs and 12 candied apples, and 1 candied onion)

3:25-get snacks for girls

3:35-stop Ella from attacking the girls while trying to eat their snacks

4:15-head to church for Collide

5:00-8:30-host Collide

9:30-put girls to bed

9:45-9:46-dialogue with husband

10:30-collapse

I should point out that any extra time you might see in this schedule is set for washing dishes, picking up after people, and using the restroom. There is no spare time. The only reason I'm here right now, is that the girls are so worn out, they are sleeping until 9:30, but I just heard Ella yell for me, so I have to go.

So yes, I oould get up earlier to get more things done, but I just can't do it. I've not worked out once this week, which sucks. Hopefully, I'll be back to blogging on a regular basis soon. I have a lot of thoughts I need to throw out into the wind. I just don't have the energy this week. Please bear with me.

BFF's

I got to go hang out with my oldest friend this weekend. I had forgotten how much fun we have together. I got to also spend some time with her Fiance. (who helped me drive her nuts, thanks Mitchell!). We had a blast and I'm so glad to know that no matter what happens in my life, I'll always have my doppleganger. Love you, Ames!





*A Special shout out goes to my husband, as he constantly amazes me with his generosity of time, to let me go act a fool with my buddies. I have the best husband in the world. :)

Mickey Mouse is getting fresh.

So, I'm on the treadmill at the gym yesterday. Our gym is the new trendy kind with about 20 big screen tv.s attached to the wall so you can be entertained while you suck wind. I'm just watching the "Life TV" channel (it's basically music videos from the exercise soundtrack playing in the gym). Video after video, it's the same thing. 16 year old girls trying desperately to look 25, while lip synching to annoying over synthesized electronica. Who teaches them that this is a worthwhile goal? Does someone actually give them advice on how to try to pout so they look tough but afraid at the same time(it actually comes off like someone let one go and they're not happy about it), while singing lyrics like "I'll never love another, our love is undercover". (Okay, I just made that up, but that's just about the gist of it). And the hair shaking, my goodness. I often wonder what the affects will be one their poor necks after so much whiplash designed for follicle volumization). Okay, now I'm a product of the Tiffany, Debbie Gibson generation but they mostly personified teenage angst. I was definitely one to try to mimic the squinty eyed sad face when I sang along with my giant ConAir Hairbrush. Where did the over sexualization come into play? At what point did 15 year olds turn from bubble gum poptarts to something that makes me want to give them all a hard shake. Is this a product of Britney? And what do I tell my kids when (more hopefully if)they start acting like this? What I want to say is "these girls look ridiculous, why do you want to act like a bunch of mini- sharon stone's?" (Which will probably be lost on them because as far as a career goes she's pretty much fallen off of the map, sorry all you Sharon Stone fans, but it's true). Is it just me? Am I over thinking the situation? If you have no idea what I'm talking about, flip on the disney channel and then tell me.

A Sweet visit.

We got to hang out with our awesome friends the Sweets yesterday. The girls always have fun together and just seem to pick up where they left off last when they see each other. It's so cute.

Here are some pictures.

RIver Trip

Here are some things I learned while on my girls getaway to the river...(in random order)

* Under no circumstances do you answer a phone for someone who screens their cell phone calls.
(it gets ugly rather quickly!)

* Not everyone can drive like a Texan.

* Not everyone enjoys riding with a Texas driver

* People (strangers) are thankful when you pull them out of the river current. Yes, I saved someone's life...

* Squirrels that live in cemeteries tend to be a little more nervous than their woodsy counterparts. I guess living in a cemetary will do that to you.

* Don't watch MaxEX on a full stomach. (it's basically a show about people falling, flying, and breaking bones with video goodness.)

* I can't make conversation with a drunk man whose shirt reads "Boobies make me smile"

* I am now more tan than my sister (whose nickname for me used to be "vampire") ha.

* When trying to select eyewear for Kristen, be prepared to hear sarcastic comments such as: "Why are you trying to make me look like "Knight Ryder?"

* My mother NEEDS coffee before 10 a.m.

* I am going to the river every year with them every year from now on.

"Rev Boops"

She's in love with her red boots, and she's a true texas girl at heart. (We'll have to make sure she stays indoctrinated to those hogs, though...)

And then, she's silly as well.

We call her "Kaylbow"

Here are pics (as promised, Aunt Kiki).

As you can see, she's added some "flair" to

her sling. And all of her cabin mates lined up to sign her sling at camp.

Her Ortho Dr. said she doesn't have to have a cast, and that she may be able to swim in 2 weeks after her next checkup. Pray for the chlorine rush...