oh, children...

Sometimes I wonder if I'm really cut out to be a mother. I mean, for real, I think my kids' goal in life is to stress me out as much as possible. I love them so much my heart can barely contain it but they are nuts. Today is my first full day off work this week so I have been just hanging out and relaxing, doing laundry and some dishes here and there but mainly sitting because that's what I like to do. Patrick was messing with our fish tanks and all was quiet and then out of nowhere something crashed to the floor upstairs and I thought it was quite possible that perhaps a large meteor or maybe an airplane had just crashed through my ceiling and landed in the kids room. It was silent for about two seconds and then Hunter started crying and Katelyn started screaming... "MOMMY!! Hunter pulled over my clothes shelves!" Translation: Mommy, Hunter just somehow pulled over my big, heavy 5 drawer dresser. On himself. And clothes are all the hell over the place. Not to mention I still had a 3 foot tall Christmas tree - yes, in July - sitting on top of it fully decorated from December. Might as well leave it there now, right? It's getting closer to Christmas again every day. Anyway, after Patrick picked the dresser back up and I folded up all Katelyn's jeans and neatly shoved them back in her drawers I finally got to examine Hunter. Luckily, the dresser only caught his left arm but he still has some pretty impressive battle wounds.
What was he doing in order to pull the dresser over on himself, you may ask? Well he had a jumprope tied to one of the knobs, of course! There's no doubt in my mind that he was probably trying to come up with some sort of contraption that would enable him to be like Spiderman and fly and climb up the sides of stuff. But I digress... I finally got them settled down to dinner tonight and I sat down with them to try to discuss with them the many dangers of tying ropes to things and attaching them in any way to yourself and this is the look I got from my SIX year old.

I don't know about moms of pre-teen and teenage girls but I can tell you with almost 100% certainty that Patrick's probably going to have to be locked in a nuthouse when she starts going through puberty and has all the crazy hormonal mood swings I have. Seriously. I'm enough for anyone to handle. What is he going to do with two of me? I feel for him. Really, I do.

Speaking of my husband, I love him dearly. He also drives me crazy but I love him. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have him to balance me out. He's pretty much my opposite but I guess that's how it works. He loves to disagree with me, though. If I like a particular place to eat he'll swear up and down he hates it (even when we're eating there and he's saying "mmm, this is so good"). If I say I love our puppy, he says he hates her (even when I turn around two minutes later and he's totally nuzzling and baby talking to her). I swear sometimes I think he'd argue for the sake of arguing even if I told him the sky was blue. Is that all husbands or is mine just that special? Also... he likes to sneak and eat everything I bake even when he claims he absolutely DID NOT eat those brownies. Luckily, I have Special Investigator Katelyn on the case. She snuck this picture of him one morning after he claimed my mysteriously disappearing brownie batch was not his fault. It still makes me laugh every time I see it.

He thinks he's sneaky. :-) I promised a better blog this time and hopefully this one was a bit more entertaining. I'm on a mission tonight to convince Patrick we should go to Six Flags tomorrow so I'm going to go formulate my plan of attack for when he gets home.