Drama Mama & The Fantastic Four

moving

so I'm moving over to wordpress....you'll be able to find me here from now on.

I've said it before,

I'll say it again:

Pajama day at school is creepy.

genius

short hand

I "vent" a lot on here, because let's face it, most of my time is spent in the company of ACTIVE children who don't want to listen to my sob stories.  So, you, faithful computer community get to hear my woes. 

This weeks highlights:

Convincing Liam that these were a bad idea, I don't know that I convinced as much as flat out refused to buy them, but still.  Ugly as sin.

It's a good thing mom called me because my phone was in a kitchen drawer, hmmmm, I wonder how that happened?

I went to get gas and my window now refuses to go up...21 degrees friends mmmhhhmmm, I have been stranded indoors with the twins and insanity is slowly setting in.  I have used all of my gambits and the tricks up my sleeves are dwindling.  And DANG it's cold, or I would bundle everyone up and let them exhaust themselves outdoors BUT I can only find one of my gloves and mama wasn't meant for the cold.

Liam found my diamond wedding band (my only family heirloom) under my bed, at least it was found, I didn't even realize it was missing... my twins are greedy little imps.  I keep my jewelry as far away from them as possible, but they are faster then skittering mice and sly, sly I say.

The following wins the award of the week, then again, it's only Wednesday.  Best fight scene/conversation you don't normally hear goes to Fia and Ella.  I came in the living room to Fia sitting on Ella, hitting her and screaming  "Give me your panties!"  Poor Ella had the misfortune of selecting a highly coveted pair of Tinkerbell panties that morning and Fia was using force to try and commandeer them.  I give Ells props for not giving in to Fia's tyrannical takeover attempts, but instead, was unmovable in her anti pantie switcheroo stance.  Yelling "NOOOOOOO!!!!!"  Just so ya know, they don't normally attack each other, but the allure of the fairy was just too much for Fia.

There you go, my life in short-hand.

surprise, surprise

I hand washed a bunch of pots, pans and large bowls and left them on the counter to dry.  The next day I wake up and they are miraculously put away.  Kitchen Elf??? No.  Must be Bill, so I text him to praise him, you know, praise for good behavior and it shall be repeated.   ;)   He thought I was being sarcastic, turns out my sweetie nine year old did it.  He needed to use the toaster oven and instead of just pushing everything aside he put it all away.  Now I'm gonna brag on my boy.  He is fantastic, wonderful,  great, and well, surprising!

Fia is delicious.

Recently, when I hug, kiss or snuggle her she says..."YUM, YUM, YUM".

I so appreciate this!

I have this convo almost every time I go out with the girls!

 

Liam, Liam, Liam

To one of the girls this morning:

"Come here...you can't hide from me!  Well, you can, but you stink at it."

 

When...

the twins stop driving me to the brink of sanity, I want to make some of these lovelies.  Remember when I was saying a few months back that it was getting easier with the girls????  That was their way of lulling me into a false sense of confidence.  After a LONG day of persistent patience, ten o'clock pops up and Ella was still not peacefully slumbering...no, rather then dreams of fairies, unicorns and gumdrops she prefers tearing apart drawers and closets and being generally naughty.  In fact she told me "Ella, like to be naughty."   What else is there to say?

Until that time (of restored sanity), I need to start collecting forks, and find a rubber mallet, that kinda sounds ominous... 

4 in 1~Fantastic

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