This is awesome.

I am supposed to be doing housework but instead I found this when reading stuff about the mandate.

Introspection

There are two types of people in this world...together and not together. I fall in the later category. I say that with the caveat that I can *usually* keep my ship together to the extent that people think I sort of have it together (or at least that's what I tell myself). But, that seems to have all come undone with this last baby and getting a house on the market.

How low have I sunk? This low:
*I find frozen items up high in the fridge. Had to be me.
*I lose my cell phone in my purse 50 times a day. I don't want to know what my long distance charges are from calling it all the time to find it. You would think that I would just put it back in its little pocket where it belongs, but I don't. Ever. (Moving Bonus- I will be in the same area code of my cell phone...no more charges trying to find it from my land line. Yes, I have had the same cell number since 1998and refused to give it up when moving.)
*I leave sunglasses everywhere and, as a result, they end up broken courtesy of the five year old and two year old. I get upset with them, but really do sunglasses belong on a bed, the floor, or the coffee table? Nope. So for those local I just want you to know I don't have a sunglasses buying addiction, I have just gone through 3 pairs in the last week. For real.
*Tardies, lots of them. The kids are always the last into their classroom and about two times a week I am one of the last moms in the carpool line.

So, how to remedy all this? More sleep? Less stress? Neither on the horizon anytime soon, so I will start with striving to put the cell phone back in the right place and give it an intention- for a sick little boy and his family. Little things people, little things!!

I wish I had rented my house out for Masters last year....

Because then I wouldn't be in week 3 of the not so fabulous Extreme Makeover- selling your home edition. Nothing like a home sale in a super bad market of a really nice home that you love but paid too much for to make you stress out. Not to mention that I have had strange men in my house for days and days and it isn't going to end anytime soon even though the photographers were supposed to come this Tuesday. Now we are pushing it back AGAIN. Please pray that everything gets done the way it is supposed to and that no one (mainly me) has a nervous breakdown in the process. C'mon St. Joseph!

I'm awesome....

Truly I will be going down in the parenting hall of fame. My two year old runs around the house yelling, "WHAT THE WHAT?!?!?!"

This is the same two year old who when asked how old she is replies, "I am 2 and a half, but I am going to be six soon."

Long overdue Momoisms.

You know they have been coming for some time, but they have just been undocumented. Until now.
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Mom, why don't you give the baby to dad. Then I can sit in your lap. That would be awesome!!!!

N.B. There is apparently an awesome dance which dad has witnessed on occasion.


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Momo came up and squeezed my girth and asked, "Is dare a baby in there?"
"Nope," I replied, "just fat."
"But," she answered, "dare is a SWIMMING POOL for babies in dare!!!!"
Then she ran off.

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"Momo, you need to be good for Jesus."

"For Jesus?" (like she'd just heard of the guy. I must be down on the job.)

"Yes, for Jesus."

"Is he going to babysit for us? "

Because let's face it, she's only good for babysitters.

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"Momo, why did you come into our room last night?"

"Because Beanie was making noises."

"What kind of noise?"

"Like a pig! OINK!"

Sister needs some breathe right strips!

Bean Dream

Beanie had a dream the other night where Cinderella got bombed by her fairy godmother. I guess she's been hanging out with her big brother too much. Bippittey Boppity BOOM!

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire.

I don't know who these people are who say that after 3 or 4 or whatever it just gets easier. I think they might be delusional, or just lying.