Death by Laundry, Film at 11

It's been such a nice holiday weekend chocked-full of sunshine, relaxing, summer barbecue-esque cuisine, paired with giggles from free-from-school children frolicking in reckless summer abandon, with parents enjoying their time (semi) sleeping in. (The babies are up in the mornings, just not as early.)

But despite the fun we've had, I've ignored the laundry for four days.

Consider it like dog years in my household, where for every load of laundry in a normal-sized family's household, multiply that by, like, twelve for our family of eight. So, in dog-laundry years, I have 2389472342342 loads to do. Crap!

Mount Washmore has teeth. Fangs, even. And it wants to eat me.

"Babe, I don't want to do the laundry." I whined to my husband, pouting my lip in hopes he'd take pity on me and throw in a load for me. (Bad mother, I could be teaching my kids to whine, or something..)

"Why not?" He wasn't biting. Damn.

"Because I don't want to go in there." {Insert more whining and pouty lip here}

I mean, really, did he even need to ask why? The laundry's been sitting for so long, I was simply afraid of what Gremlin-esque shit might've sprouted in my absence.

"Well, I didn't want to do the dishes earlier, but I did them, didn't I?"

Touché, dammit. Tou-fricken-ché.

"Alright, I'm going. But if I'm not back in a half-hour, bring a large, stabby knife in to rescue me. And some chocolate."

"Uh huh..." he mumbled as he dismissed my plea, returning his full attention to his Xbox 360 game.

As I begin my descent into Laundry Room of Doom™, I call upstairs to my son to bring their laundry basket down. Thumpity, thump, thump! I heard as he smacked every wall on the way down, bringing me practically every piece of clothing my children own.

(I kid, they have more than four days worth of clothing each. I hope.)

"Here!" He proclaimed as he ran straight back upstairs to the TV, leaving me to retrieve the wayward stuff that fell out everywhere.

"Uh, thanks.."

It's a wonder they had anything to wear at all when I looked at this overfilled basket! Especially all the clean freakin' clothes I spotted that also made it into the laundry pile (WHY, for the love of whatever you consider holy, WHY DO KIDS DO THAT!?!)

While I continued sorting, my kindergartner called down to me in sing-song fashion, "Mooooooooom! I don't have any pajamas!"

Gee, son. Ya think? "Wear a t-shirt and shorts to bed."

"I don't have any of those eee-verrrr (either)!" Whiny McWhinesAlot responded.

{Grumble}

"Uh. Wear some of your brothers!" I'm a genius.

"But... his butt's too big! And mine's too small!" (When did he get so whiny?)

"Give me a bit, I'll have something for you soon." I try to pacify him, to save my ears from further whining. I mean, where does he get it from, anyway?

"But I'm tiiiiired!" He whined. Again. {Smacks head}

Thanks for the guilt trip, kid.

(By the way, was it wrong to duct tape his brother's shorts on him before bed? Crap.)

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You Know You're Hungry When, Part Deux

You know you're hungry when....

Apparently, the delicious smells coming from the oven were too good to wait. (What is it with my boys wanting to eat inanimate objects, anyway?)

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The Flood

He woke up from his nap and of course, moseyed over to me for some quality fresh-from-his-nap boob time. He crawled up into my lap, half-asleep, nuzzled himself into my shirt while I tiredly sat at my desk, slurped coffee, hoping the warmth of it would help soothe my throat some. (Despite my best efforts, I've caught the kids' illnesses. Bleh.)

He nuzzled and sucked and looked up at me, and gently caressed my face in such a way, in a caring, I love you mom, you mean the world to me way.

And I broke.

The floodgates came, water streaming everywhere. I couldn't stop the tears. I know he loves me. I know they all love me. But I can't run this family ship myself all the time, nevermind doing it sick (again).

I need help.

I watched through pouring tears as I drowned his baby fingers which were now hesitant to remain on my cheek. He continued to nurse, but cautiously so, as my chest heaved, and the quiet sobs overcame us.

He climbed down, and left me to myself once more. But the tears remained.


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Kids Sleep Anywhere, Part 2

My super-squirrel-y ninja-sleep skills are busy at work again, young Padawans. This time, after a trip to the ever-addictive Starbucks did my young sleepmeisters fall out, hard. First, my Baby Dude, who was originally laid upon the pillow on the couch. After a couple stretches, he ended up like this:

(I think my laundry may have something to do with it, don't ya think?)

Next up, Baby Sis, who apparently was trying to get her Dora blanket out of the trunk, and gave up trying, and just decided to lay on it instead.

(Don't worry, I only kept her in there long enough to snap a picture. Or three. And to show my husband.)

Kids are awesome. And sleeping kids? Even awesomer.

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Sixth Birthday

Dear Super M,

You're six-years-old today.

How can that be? How can it be six years ago that daddy traveled 6000 miles to see you be born? Six years of your long eyelashes, of your bright, big eyes, a laugh so infectious, so spellbinding. It cannot be six years since you were brought into this world. Time is going way too fast, baby.

You didn't come easily. In fact, there wasn't much about your being in my body that was easy, but my goodness, are you a special one to me. You see, baby, you are my super hero, because you helped get me through the toughest time of my life, do you know that? At first, I didn't think I could handle your daddy being overseas at the Bad Guy's House. But when you were born, it changed. You were born with this super power, just by being around me, you make me stronger. It was the toughest time of my life, and you helped me get through it just by being with me.

You are an amazing little dude that has been through a lot yourself, and yet, despite it all, you are the sunshine I wake up to every day, and to everyone in this family. I hope you know how special you are to us, to me.

Thank you for being my super hero. I hope you enjoy all that we're doing to ensure you have a happy birthday, baby. (Especially since I ruined your birthday last year by being in the hospital).

I love you, you big six-year-old birthday boy! (Now, stop getting older, dammit!)

Love,
Mommy

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Fly-speak for Tired Moms

"I'm going to go put the kids in the car," my husband called to me with two overly-excited kidlets in tow.

We were going to the store really quick to buy the special birthday present for our Kindergarten Dude. "Okay, honey. I'll be out in a sec!"

I grabbed my steel water bottle to refill it while popping a few vitamins and filling it to the brim with lovely chilled water from the fridge. I heard a buzz from a fly, apparently stuck somewhere, a fly probably dying because it needs to get out. The buzzing was annoying but I'm on a mission - Operation Birthday Present - and I couldn't be derailed.

I made my travel coffee mug, my water was poured, but where in the heck is my damn screw top for it? Buzz! It's not over by the sink.. maybe by the coffee pot? Buzz! Nope. Perhaps by the couch? Nope. The dining room table? Buzz! Grrr, what the heck, where is it?

I was spinning like a dog chasing it's tail, opening drawers, checking the dishwasher, while the buzz was driving me insane and my kids were happily playing in the yard with my growing-more-impatient-by-the-second-husband who wanted mommy to hurry the heck up. Where. Is. The. @#$*(&@#$ Cap?

Buzz!

For whatever reason, as I was about to leave the kitchen to search the other rooms, again, I looked down. I don't know why I did it, but I did, and there, there was my top. Buzz!

And then I bent over to pick it up. Buzz! This time, the buzz was louder.

The fly is in my cap.

All this time, the fly was trying to tell me "Over here, it's over here!" Or "Save me." (I could be wrong, but then again, I don't speak fly)

Needless to say, I found the freakin' cap. And the dang fly annoying me. He's now buzzing away pissed off in my sink as I had to sanitize the crap out of my cap. Lucky for me, I won't be here to hear him. Ha! Even luckier for me I found that he was in my cap before I put it on my water bottle...

{Shudders}
 
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Dear Doctor Jerkface

Maybe you were too busy. You had just celebrated the office baby shower for your wife. You're expecting your first daughter, I get it, I understand. You were floating on air and having to return to work after a pink and chocolate cake and baby-type festivities, and you were oh-so-ecstatic to show me all the wonderful prezzies and hoop-la on your new iPhone.

But, I wasn't there to ooh and aah the fuss for your new arrival, I was there, for a second time in two days, because my children were sick. You could've come down from cloud-nine long enough to give my children a thorough inspection and listen to their tired mother's pleas. I know my children better than you, a doctor who's only ever seen them once before, I knew they were becoming quite ill, but they weren't sick "enough" for you, and so, you sent us on our merry way with nothing but the same 'ol stuff I'd already been giving them that wasn't working.

And they got sicker.

So sick, in fact that, over the weekend, my toddler ran a 104 fever.

We returned to the doctor's office on Monday, third time in five days, this time, with their baby brother in tow. Yes, my Baby Dude now had it, too, and with his baby lungs, baby sinuses and baby nasal passages so rightfully gunked up, he was suffering worse. Verdict? Ear infections for Baby Sis and Kindergarten Dude, but Baby Dude? Seemingly "just a virus" because his had only just begun. Packed with germ-fighting meds for two of my three sickies, we returned home without help for my youngest.

And he got sicker.

Upon returning, yet again, (to keep up, fourth time in a week) to the doctor to get him checked out, his verdict? Bronchitis. {Insert expletives here}

So you see, "Doctor," because of your lack of a good, thorough investigation and laziness, my Baby Dude is now sicker than he's ever been in his entire baby life. Thanks for that. I hope your baby shower cake was delicious, and that you're enjoying your preparations for your little girl while we're here suffering, fighting hard to make my youngest well again in hopes of spending my Kindergartner's birthday out of the hospital this year, unlike last year.

Thanks so much for your "great" attention. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have a breathing treatment to administer to a helpless 20-month old.


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Unicorns and Rainbows

I have many weapons in my stress-killing arsenal that have been put to the test these past couple weeks with my husband away. Yesterday, however, I took them all at once. It was that kind of day, friends. And do you know what happened?

Unicorns and rainbows happened. Like, eleventy-billion of 'em. It was frickin' raining 'em for crying out loud. Sunshine and happy times.

I know you hear/read me say that a lot. It's true, though. The unmedicated calm you feel from these wonderful homeopathic remedies makes you want to play with unicorns under rainbows, but this combo, my friends, was semi-college, fun-time, happy-inducing kind of unicorns and rainbows that I, Lisa Douglas, am very happy to report Did. The. Trick. And. Thensome, thankyouverymuch.

Right now, I am that "Yes Dear!" mom when my child asks if they can have ice cream for dinner. The "Absolutely!" mom when a kid asks if markers are okay for baby brothers to play with. So, it works, friends. No diet-ruining chocolate, or vodka, just homeopathic remedies and WHAM, mom can cope once more.

Quick, go get a pencil, and write these three products down:

1. Hyland's Nerve Tonic (available at Walmart and GNC)
   
2. Peace and Calming Essential Oil from Young Living
3. Bach Rescue Remedy (sold at GNC)
   

Taking any of these on their own is usually good enough to bring the one-horned horses, but all three? Weee, it's happy time. Tres reminiscent of sucking cough-syrup through a straw. Weee!

Unicorns and rainbows, people. Carry on.

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Why Toddlers, Tongues and Soap are Trouble

"Baby, wipe your nose."

My toddler scuffled to the bathroom and came back with a crumpled toilet tissue. Except she, for whatever reason, wiped her tongue, too, and paper became stuck to it.

She coughed. She hacked. She gagged. She left to try to wipe it off, presumeably.

She never came back.

I should've checked why. Instead, I was curled up with my heating pad watching Dancing with the Stars on DVR, not noticing the silence.

Twenty-or-so minutes later, she emerges, hair slicked back, face soaked, tongue wagging, talking to me in gibberish while drooling e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. "Baby, what the heck? What did you do!?"

I could see soap bubbles from across the room wadded into her hair. She rubbed one of her eyes, and I jumped, hoping soap wasn't involved. "Kids! I need your help!" I called to the others, needing reinforcements. She needed to get into the bath, STAT.

But not without getting photographic proof first.

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To Do Tuesday Week 63 - The Week in Which I Tame the Beast aka Myself

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So, this past week has been nightmarish. I got sick, Mother's Day weekend was a fiasco. It's been a mess. However, I refuse to let it defeat me.

Re-freakin-fuse.

I'm going to make this week not suck, even if it's spent eating chocolate for every meal and hiring a babysitter for the entire week. I think I deserve it, don't you?

This week's going to look slim, because I am not 100% (despite being my last day on these killer antibiotics, this bladder infection still doesn't feel gone) and I'm going to kick my feet up, dangit!

*Take a chill pill. Hubby comes home next week. The nightmare will finally be over.
*Water lawn and plants everyday.√
*Begin planning Kindergarten Dude's 6th birthday
*Finish both articles for Momicillin and Army Wife Magazine this week
*Walk with the family every night weather and behavior permitting
*Continue cleaning out stuff, reorganizing and selling/donating to help alleviate some room√
*Grocery shopping/print coupons/list for this week

Staying on my diet every day*√
Work out everyday using Jillian Michaels No More Trouble Zones, Wii Fit, EAS Active More Workouts, Yoga and walking*

*My weight went up while sick and unable to work out, but I'm getting back into the swing of things

Today's motivation - Still slowing down with my much needed breather. My body can't fight the infection off if I'm exerting too much energy elsewhere, y'know?

Last weeks goal: Taking a breather
This weeks goal: The same, dude. I need it. Badly.

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Just so you know, you can join us at anytime, it doesn't have to be on Tuesdays - the list will go up every Tuesday for you to link to, but you can make your list and link to us at any point in the week!

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Jillian Michaels Toddler Workout

I never work out alone anymore. My kids are always working out with me. After many-a-time giggling while they "help" alongside me, I finally had to film it. Check us out kickin' it with Jillian Michaels using her No More Trouble Zones DVD. 

{Side note: Don't mind the pant-less babies. For whatever reason, they prefer working out with me pantless. Not me pant-less, they are pant-less. Er, never mind.}

{Side note #2: Jillian - you totally want my cute Baby-type people for a new workout DVD for children, right? Hint, hint..}

{Side note #3 - Don't worry, Jillian, my toddlers will wear pants on for your video.}

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I've Lost That Loving Feeling

Mother's Day 2010 will go down as the worst ever for me. Not because hubby was gone (or at least, not directly because he was), but because I didn't even want to celebrate it because the kids have been a tad, um, inconsiderate lately (to put it nicely).

Between being sick and trying to manage the entire house on my own, I needed help and half-expected my children to come to my rescue as they watched their mother doubled-over in pain. They always have before. They were the back-rubbing-ers when mommy's back ached. The shoe-puttin'-on-ers when mommy couldn't see her toes nine months pregnant. The cuddlers when mommy hadn't gotten any sleep.

I wish I knew what has changed.

These past few weeks, it's been about video games, playing outside, friends and toys and mom doesn't seem to rate as high of importance anymore, even when stuck on the couch, unable to move, and in a lot of pain.

It hurt me deeply, I won't lie. It stung horribly to see the seemingly uncaring glaze in their eyes when I had to ask for help, let alone ask repeatedly. Needless to say, the straw that broke mommy's back was the knock at the door I received, a neighbor holding my Baby Dude, whom she had fetched when he escaped out the (supposedly-locked) back door while my older, supposed-to-be-responsible children were there in the living room to watch him (not the TV) because I needed a second (third and fourth) set of eyes while I was cooking/preparing a shopping list/using the bathroom.

I'd had it. I flipped out. They were uber-grounded. I. Lost. It.

And, because they were grounded, as a result, they wreaked havoc on my once-clean upstairs. Sure, they were playing with everything we had in the house, but come on, to not put anything back? And destruction to boot? Every bedroom, every closet (playing hide-and-go-seek). They found foam peanuts in a box and shredded 'em to bits like confetti. They knocked over boxes filled with out-of-season clothes and didn't pick them up. Took book covers off of hardback books and left them on the floor. Dirty clothes, wet towels, toys everywhere. Total disrespect. I apparently fail at mothering. Can you tell why I didn't want to celebrate?

In fact, while most mothers woke up to breakfast in bed and homemade cards, I woke up to demands for breakfast, tattle tale-ing and my son admonishing me for not remembering to call the Tooth Fairy for his lost tooth. No "Happy Mother's Day" to me, no cards, no drawn anything. They didn't even remember until I was unloading and reloading the dishwasher, halfway through a breakfast I cooked for them, mid-chew, to tell me, mouth's full (I like to think they were filled with guilt).

I spent most of my day curled in a ball, feeling awful from both being sick and feeling ill over what has gone wrong in our home. I stayed offline, too. I couldn't bare to read the happy updates of fellow mothers being cherished while my children didn't seem to even care that I was even sick, let alone care that they had hurt my feelings by not helping. All without my husband, too.

I didn't want celebration. I just wanted caring. I just wanted compassion. Kindness. Help. Gift-wrap optional.

I'm unsure what I'm doing wrong, as anyone who reads this blog knows the love I have for my children, and outpouring of affection I have for them. Perhaps I'm too much of a mush? Perhaps I do too much? Am I smothering them? Are they using me? What has happened, that my children have gotten so caught up in their own little lives to forget to help their loved ones, and help out their mother (ahem, me).

I wish I knew.

I know they love me, but I sure didn't feel it this weekend, or these past two weeks. That's for sure.

In the meantime, my beautiful husband made me the most beautiful photo montage of our children, set to one of the most emotionally charged pieces of music I know of - Josh Groban's "You Raise Me Up". Yeah, I know. Holy tears, Batman. I love that man. I thank my lucky stars for him.

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Need Vitamin C & A Nap, STAT!

As if the "hubby's-away, things-are-going-to-suck" curse wasn't already in full effect, let's add my being sick to the ever-growing list.

Yes. Sick.

I'm running some strange fever, accompanied by body aches and all-over, feeling-like-ass-edness. It's fun. I took two naps yesterday. For me, that's unheard of, and very indicative that things are NOT OKAY in the Douglas household. 

Needless to say, I'm hanging low and praying this blows over quickly. We're steering close to the weekend's arrival and I hope it's a 24-hour thing, for fear of having to schlep my littles to the doctor, or worse, the ER.

In the meantime, come see my first article for Momicillin.com is live! Come read all about my Gas Fiasco of Doom and ooh and coo about how adorable of a cartoon I am. {Giggle} I'm a freakin' cartoon! Sweeeet!

Don't forget to "like" their Facebook fan page, too!

And, if you don't mind, I'm off to rest some more. My day of naps begins again. Lovely.

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To Do Tuesday Week 62 - Whew!

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Oh. My. God.

I have kicked some major ass this week. But HOLYSMOKES, I'm so stinkin', ridiculous, dragged-down tired. And because life has kept getting in the way, I've had to reschedule my doctor's appointment three times, this time until hubby gets home. I simply need help.

But oh, how the house looks freaking AWESOME with what I've done! (Due to take pictures of it soon.)

In the meantime, today, OHTODAY, I've done so much and fell asleep early, so my list is late. Here's what I've done today:

• Swept kitchen
• Mopped kitchen
• Cleaned the stove (I do this 3x a day)
• Cleaned counters
• Cleaned off the table
• Vacuumed downstairs
• Straightened up downstairs
• Did a load of laundry
• Vacuumed stairs
• Vacuumed all 5 bedrooms upstairs
• Swept and mopped bathrooms
• Reorganized a bit in the hallways & kids rooms

And that's just today alone! Until about a half-hour ago! I need a nap! ;)

*Nap. STAT.
*Sell more items to clean out this house once and for all.
*Stop slacking and razzafrackin' purchase the dang plants for "holes" in garden and finish back corner.End of story!
*Water lawn and plants everyday.√
*Walk with the family every night weather and behavior permitting√
*Continue cleaning out stuff, reorganizing and selling/donating to help alleviate some room√
*Grocery shopping/print coupons/list for this week (So afraid to go shopping by myself this week without hubby)

Staying on my diet every day*√
Work out everyday using Jillian Michaels No More Trouble Zones, Wii Fit, EAS Active More Workouts, Yoga and walking*

*Even though my weigh-ins with the Shrinking Jeans ladies are over, I will still weigh in on Wednesdays for myself. But didn't last week. Maybe this week?

Today's motivation - Slow down, and breathe. I really, really, REALLYREALLY need to take a breather. That is all.

Last weeks goal: Finish the garden (Um... but I did the spare room and play room?)
This weeks goal: DO EEEEET!

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Would you like to join us this week for To-Do Tuesday? Start with just a few things. Don't over-do it your first couple of times. You'll grow to become a list-a-holic later, start small now, though, k?
Just so you know, you can join us at anytime, it doesn't have to be on Tuesdays - the list will go up every Tuesday for you to link to, but you can make your list and link to us at any point in the week!

Remember, with "To-Do Tuesday", we're attacking our to-do lists each week, blogging about our lists and what we've got going on, and sharing it with each other to help keep each other accountable. Everyone should come back here to link up in the MckLinky as the central "To-Do Tuesday Hub" so we can visit who's participating and offer encouragement to each other throughout the week. Don't forget to add the "To-Do Tuesday" button to your post, linking back to this post!

Let's continue to cross items off our list as we go and help support each other in completing our lists! Don't forget my useful HTML tutorial on how to effectively "cross-out" or √ "check off" your items on your to-do list!

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About Life, Loops, and Kid-like Grapes

Every once in a while, life throws you for a loop whether you expect it or not. For me, that loop is the trials and tribulations of this trouble-filled week managing my six kids without my husband, with three weeks left of whatever else life wants to fast-ball at me. I mean, what else could possibly go wrong? Don't answer that. {Knocks on wood}

Saturday was yet another day when a lot didn't go right, feelings were hurt (mostly mine) and tempers flared (again, mostly mine). But through it all, and despite my anxiety, there were moments of pure joy, pure sweetness and love that some how wash away all the doom-and-gloom, even if only for a little while.

For example, my three youngest were lumped together watching Mickey at the new desk. So enthralled with both the desk and The Mouse, so adorably clustered together like grapes on a vine, dangling against the desk.

Here's to hoping my grapes are just as cute today as they were yesterday, and that they don't decide to revolt against mommy as they have been this week. I'd hate to squish them like, well, you know.

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A Week in My Life, Day 7 - Saturday

(Ever wonder what I do all day, and how I manage all six of my kids? Heh, me too, sometimes :)

A Week in My Life is an experimental series I'm working on this week based loosely on the popular "A Day in the Life" photo diaries in which I plan to chronicle what I'm doing throughout the day, all week, with six kids in tow, flying solo while my husband's away at school. I hope you'll decide to drop in every-so-often during the day to see what I'm up to, and commiserate with me while I manhandle it all by myself!

Psst.. send coffee and chocolate - STAT!)

Saturday, May 1st 2010

6:27am - The downside to your youngest going to sleep early the night before? He wants to get up like you do every weekday. At 6:30am. For school. Only, you have a headache, a sore body, and desperately want additional rest. Crap!

6:40am - No fending off Booby McBooberson this morning. Boobs of Steel aren't even getting him to stop being rambunctious. Deferring to food to see if that helps tame the beast.

6:53am - The ninja wrestling take-down to the crotch confirmed for me that he is not only indeed awake, but that I probably won't be getting anymore rest. Arghhhhh!

7:05am - I resort to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse while he eats a chocolate chip pancake and drinks some iced tea. But He isn't calming down, and now my kindergartner's awake.

7:29am - Mickey Mouse turned off, and I got a karate chop to the chest with a loud, brut-ish "MAMA!" to alert me that it's time to turn it back on. Good grief, he's so cute, but such a hunka-chunka-boy!

7:48am - Toddler's awake. Mickey Mouse #2 is off. Wonder Pets is on. Toddler revolting, wanting tea and a granola bar. Resorting to making coffee to keep my tired ass awake.

8:01am - First coffee poured, but so tired, I'm barely going to enjoy it. I pop a couple ibuprofen and show Baby Dude the toys I organized in the "new" playroom last night. He's enthralled. Crap. Why didn't I think of this brilliant idea sooner?

8:19am - Baby Sis discovers the train table, too. This can't end well.

8:22am - Kindergartner tells me he tried to wake his older brother up. Is he nuts? Ha! Declares "he wants somebody to play with, and not the babies." Poor dude. His brother'll be sleeping for at least another hour if not more.

8:39am - As expected, the war of the trains begins with the two littlest. She wants all the trains, Baby Dude wants them, too. Crying, screaming, and mommy intervention is needed.

8:40am - 9:20am - Writing, posting on Facebook & Twitter, talking to newly awaken kids, dreading grocery shopping at the commissary on payday.

9:29am - Decided that, if I'm going shopping, I sort-of, kind-of have to get the gigantic bookcase and CD rack out of my kitchen.

9:35am - Formulated that, if I'm going to move the bookcase back into this new office/toy room, I'd need to shampoo the stains off the carpet from where the armoire sat and was spilled on.

10:00am - After a thorough, gag-inducing cleaning of the shampooer, because of a certain mom-type person forgetting to clean it out after her last use {cough}, commencement of the shampooing of carpets downstairs has begun. (Stalling going shopping much?!)

11:30-ish am - Still shampooing. Going to kill hubby and other kid-type people for making stains on the carpet without spot cleaning them immediately. Really tough to clean. Also, had to reset the breaker twice on this half of the house. Is it any wonder we lost two computers to surges back in 2008?

12:11pm - Every room is shampooed except dining room. Will probably do that one after dinner, so it dries over night. Must seek out ibuprofen, or Tiger Balm. My back is KILLING me.

12:15pm - Organizing the shelving and toys, going through papers, creating baskets to place on shelves all while continually stalling on going shopping. Payday, caselot AND family fitness fun day at the commissary. What the hell were we thinking planning to go today??

12:15 - 2:15pm - Reading online, Facebook & Twitter, while responding to emails. And secretly watching Mickey Mouse with littles.

2:30pm - Off to play outside while it's not raining and enjoy some fresh air. Been cooped up with this reorganization all week.

3:42pm - Holy crap, is it ever muggy out there. Dinner smells yummy in the crockpot. I really need to get out of this house, even if we aren't doing full-on grocery shopping, to get a few things.

5:24pm - Alright, gotta bite the bullet and do it, I piddled around this house for long enough. I must go shopping. Hold me!

7ish-pm - I survived. I'm still unsure how, but I survived the commissary. On payday. During caselot sale. With all six kids. Whoa.

8:07pm - Dinner finally served, despite being in the crock pot, the fries needed to go in the oven. I decide to eat on the couch, because I have a bad stomach ache. Probably in knots over the commissary still.

8:07-11pm - Vegging on the couch and watching TV for the first time in days. Everytime I turn on the TV the past few days, I fall asleep five minutes in. It was nice to catch up with a few shows. Three youngest fell asleep on their own downstairs here, while the three oldest retreated to their rooms to watch their own TV and play games, etc. All's quiet. I think I'll finish up some writing and hit the sack, it's been a full, stressful but semi-monuMENTAL day. (Ha, like that play on words, eh?)

11-11:38pm - Writing written. Emails and messages sent. Items sold via email through Bookoo. Sweet! Been a full, full day. My pillow will be a welcomed sight tonight. Maybe after one more show. That is, if I make it through another show....

Here's the link recap from previous days:
Day 1 - Sunday
Day 2 - Monday
Day 3 - Tuesday 
Day 4 - Wednesday 
Day 5 - Thursday 
Day 6 - Friday

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