Day 9 without D

Day 9 without D.

I am obviously terrible at remembering anything now that I have to keep track of 4 kids, their things and my husband.
I dont know how long he has been gone but it feels like much longer than 9 days.
Somehow sick days shouldn't count because they are like decades.


Not enough sleep, too many days inside washing blankets and whiney babies make me anxious.
I remembered that manic cleaning always cheers me up.
The house is spotless but I still needed Fudgebars.
Horray for my Idahoan family that needs to visit stores once in a while.
Anyone else coming to town?
I could use a Slurpee.


N: finally got the stomach bug. Wishes we were on our way to visit the grandmas like mom said we would today.


Z: thinks if mom is going to choose hairstyles for her its only fair Z should choose moms. Todays was 3 year old looking ponytails on each side of the head. Is always itchy from some kind of bug bite, dry skin, or allergy:(.


T: likes everything in the house to be water so that the couch is his Bumpa Toms boat. "member you's in wadder?"

S: wants to be outside all day, rain or not. Can easily reach everything on the computer desk main level( D. gets to work out babyproofing this one) thinking it needs to be on the floor and colored on with a sharpie.



Pict. of the day goes to T. who reminded mom there is a law(Murphys?) to go with mopping.
If you do get yourself talked into finally mopping up the kitchen spots that used to be sticky but are now just ugly fuzzy spots(stuck on lint and dust) be prepared to not enjoy it.
There has to be at least one spill within a few seconds of finishing the job.
The 1st spill actually happened before the mop was put away (*sigh*)
The second spill was right after (double*sigh*)
The 3rd was while sneaking one last drink so mom wouldn't notice and stop sighing.(*growl!*)

Can you see it running down the wall?! Wish I couldn't.