Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the bugs my brain not eat.

>> Friday, February 18, 2011

Saying Prayers is part of the nightly routine at our house, though some nights I conveniently forget…like when Gray’s is on.


BUT Inevitably I hear, “Mawwwwwwwmah don’t forget prayers!,” called down from somewhere far far away.
Heavy with guilt pains I drag my sorry butt up the stairs (at the next commercial break) with the intention of doing an abridged version and make it back before you can say McDummy. Then again you and I both know that wont happen, by the time I get back McSteamy and Little Gray will have gotten back together and broke up again….Dang it!


I stand at the bunk bed with one kid on the top and 3 kids and a dog crammed on the bottom, close my eyes, take a deep breath, and start.



Me: Dear Lord Jesus, Thank you for this day and all our blessings, thank you for our health… Avery stop touching Sam’s nose! Sam get off your sister! Jesus please watch over us as we sleep…

Avery: (12) *fart nosies*


Sam:(5) and bless Wawa and Papa…and make Avery's farts stop stinking!

Maggie: (2) and may Wawa and Papa not get eat up by coyotes.

Me: What! Why would Maggie think her Grandparents are going to get eaten by coyotes…JONAH?

Jonah: (8) I didn’t tell her that…Sam did!

Sam: No I didn’t you did Jonah!

Avery: *fart nosies*

Sam: STOP IT AVERY!


Jonah: Noooo I said that because Wawa and Papa’s cat got eaten by the coyotes that maybe their new puppy would get eaten by coyotes too…then SAM said maybe Wawa and Papa would get eaten by coyotes!

Me: Lord help me, and grant me patents.

Avery: *fart nosies*


Sam: Mama Pray I have a good day at school tomorrow and that I don’t hit Skyler….ummmm… and if I do hit Skyler that I not get another referral.

Me: and Wisdom Lord …Wisdom and strength.

Jonah: oh and mom Pray that bugs don’t crawl up my body and into my ear at night when I’m sleeping and lay eggs in my brain.

Me: AMEN

Maggie: Em en em

Sam: Its ahhhmen Maggie not M & M

Avery: *fart nosies*


Maggie: I want M&Ms!

I'm sure Gray's was lame anyway *sigh*



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How much worse!!??

>> Tuesday, February 1, 2011

I stomp up the stairs and slam my bedroom door in a huff; I’ve had it and needed to find some peace before my kids find themselves locked in the crawl space under the house.
Breathe Michelle…breathe. I tell myself I’m over reacting, knowing this would get better.
It gets worse before it gets better they tell you…Its no ones fault they tell you…Just take care of yourself they say. But all I can think is… How the Hell do you take care of yourself when there are so many other people to take care of! And How much WORSE can it get!!??
Ok maybe I’m being dramatic…maybe throwing myself on the bed and turning the TV way up is not productive and a bit childish…Pity party for one!


I can’t go in to detail about what I’m dealing with, or not dealing with for that matter, lets just say it ran over me like a crazy train over a month ago. I’m on this crazy train and I can’t get off and at this point I have little of no control over this mess. And you know us woman don't do well when we lose all control.  I know I'm talking in code here and I'm sorry but trust me you don't want to know...sheesh I don't want to know.

So I sit on my unmade bed and think of running away, we all do that right, think of packing up and taking off, we’ve seen it done in the movies and I even know someone that did just that. But in the end it seems they live a life filled with guilt and regret in doing so. Huh?…that doesn’t sound all that bad…little guilt and regret is looking pretty dang good about now. I’d take the kids of course even though they are why I find myself bouncing my skull off my head board right now.

Don’t get my wrong…I’m not going anywhere…but its fun to dream right?
Anyway I hate packing.
For now I’ll do what I can to find comfort….eat pray sulk.




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