Friday the WHA???

I am not having a good day.  It started okay- alarm went off at 5:10 am.  Got up to go to the gym.  Renewed gym membership.  Went down hall to Spinning room.  Had an INTENSE workout.  Sweat dripping off tip of nose intense.  All good and dandy.

Returned home at 6:35 am.  Joined the husband back in bed.  Played some words with friends.  Kind of drifted off.  Kissed husband goodbye as he left for work.  Fell back into a DEEP sleep.  Here is where it gets interesting.

Woke up at 8:45 to the two oldest littles poking me & saying they want breakfast.  Me= doing all sorts of facial contortions to try to see as my contacts had glued themselves to my eyeballs.  "huh? "What time is it??"  I grab my phone.  See that its 8:45.  Crap.  Late start (On Fridays I let the littles sleep in as long as they want & I usually am up having coffee & some quiet time before the chaos begins.) Let the dog out <--remember this for later.  Get the kids breakfast.  Use some eye drops.  More facial contortions, followed by poking myself in the eye to dislodge left contact which has now moved into my brain cavity.  Give in.  Remove offending contacts (the left one needed rinsing as I'm pretty sure there was some gray matter on it) & put on glasses.  Let dog back in.

Baby wakes & begins crying.  Change baby, feed baby.  Baby won't stop crying.  Baby lets out HUGE fart.  Stops crying for a bit.  bit= 5.198367 seconds.  Commences crying.

Tune out baby, or try to.  She is #3 & screams at a decibel that makes dogs howl.  It ensures that she is not overlooked.  Survival of the fittest or something like that.  Try to quickly clean up kitchen.  Open cabinet to put away plates.  Rooster cookie jar that I use for decoration purposes above my cupboards comes flying down at my head.  Brushes my ear. Shatters on counter top.  Yay me.  Sigh, clean up the little shards of ceramic and piece the head back together.

Baby still screaming.  I vow to never eat brussel sprouts again.  Or at least until she is off the boob.  Take two tylenol.  Drink a cup of coffee.  Have a moment of peace.  Feed baby. O then announces that the dog had pooped in the mud room.  AFTER she had been let outside.  Apparently the wet grass is too gross for her to do her business outside & she has found the need to Crap on my floor 3 of the past 4 days.  I clean up the poop mess, gagging the whole time.  Grab the stupid mutt & put her outside AGAIN.  She will be outside all day.  She is not in my good graces.

Break up fight between O & N over a puzzle piece.  Really?  Have 2nd cup of coffee.  Check facebook.  Blogger is still being a pain & won't load properly.  Kids say they are hungry.  Really??  Already??  What time is it?  Crud.  Its 12:30.  Make lunch.  Feed kids.  Baby starts fussing again.  Change her, feed her.  Still crying.  Administer Gripe Water to help her tummy again.  Curse myself for trying something new for supper.  Get kids cleaned up from lunch, send them to their rooms for nap time.  Finally get baby to sleep.  Go to bedroom & get clothes laid out for after my shower (yes it was 1 and I hadn't showered yet.  Don't judge.)  Grab robe & towel.  Head to bathroom to find N looking over the toilet saying " I dropped a deuce & it won't flush".  Grab plunger, dislodge turd.  Flush turd successfully.  Send N back to her room for nap.  Take quick shower while all 3 are sleeping.  Get dressed.  Collapse on couch.  It is only 2.  I'm ready for bed.

Baby is fussing again.  Guess the day isn't over yet.  I am done with Friday.  TGI WHAT??  Nope.  I want to skip today.  Fast forward.  Please let it be Saturday.  please?? pretty please with a cherry on top??????

*Sigh*

Double the space...eventually

I mentioned in my last post about our basement.  When we moved into this house, the basement was unfinished & we just used it for storage.  Moving from a 4 bedroom house with 2 living room areas into a smaller 3 bedroom house means we had a lot of "stuff" to store.  

Anyways, we have an awesome landlord who is allowing us to finish the basement.  We did the framing & she provided the materials.  We will also do the drywalling & the finishing work when it gets to that point.  

When the basement gets finished, we will essentially have double the space we have now.  N, being the oldest, will have her own room in the basement, I will have a craft room/exercise room (YAY!!), there will be a second bathroom(double YAY!) and another large living room space.  Not to mention, storage!!  Did I mention, we have a lot of "stuff".  

I thought I would share photos of the process.  So far this is what has been done:

1. Move some of the "stuff" to the garage

2. Cram the rest of the "stuff" in a corner

3. Framing all the walls/closets- My awesome husband & wonderful Dad whipped this task out in two and a half days.  Me?  I listened to the racket upstairs with my Mom! :)  Did you know that you use bullets to fire the nails through the studs into the concrete?  Me either.  One of the days they were working, I found a bullet on my kitchen counter.  I asked the husband where it came from (We are not gun owners).  He casually told me that my 3 year old must have brought it upstairs.  WHAAA???  Then he told me what it was from & how it was used- insert bullet in tubey looking thingy.  Put nail in tubey looking thingy.  Line up tubey looking thingy & whack it on the top- making bullet hit nail & drive it into the concrete floor (and also make a loud BANG!) Hmm.  Interesting.  

4.  The plumbers have been here & used a jack hammer to create a drain for the bathtub.  In this process, they set off the fire alarms.  The dog went nuts & started running laps around the house, barking her head off- waking up the baby who started to scream her head off.  Me = none to thrilled.   Oh, the plumbers also installed said shower/tub & roughed in the plumbing for the toilet & sink.  They also made a mess of my newly mopped kitchen floor....undoing my C.H.A.O.S. reversal I had done earlier this week.  Repeat: Me = none to thrilled.  

So that is where we are so far.  The electricians should be here sometime next week to put in outlets, another fire alarm, and light fixture boxes.  Then the drywalling begins.  I admit.  It is going much faster than I thought it would.  I know I will love it when its finished & can unpack some of the "stuff".  Plus once its done & N is moved into her own room, I can do the nursery!  I'm excited about it & have a vision....I'll share it with you another time :)  Ok, now for the photos!

 Future Family Room

 Future built in book shelf

 MY future craft room with HUGE closet for storage!

 N's future bedroom

 Roughed in bathroom

 Utility room that will eventually have shelves for storage

 "stuff" in the corner- this will be the desk area

The rest of the "stuff" in the garage

Dust or Sparkles?

Well...apparently blogging takes time!  Not that I haven't had a moment- I have.  I even have thought about getting on here to blog.  Ive thought about topics to write about, moments to share,  funny things that the kids have said, and even a few things to gripe about.  But, something else always seemed to take priority.  Funny how that happens.  It makes me wonder how many times I have thought, "Man, I really should sit down with my Bible and have some time with God." and then chose to do something else instead. Probably way more than I ever should.  That is the life a lot of us live.  We try to prioritize, but something else always pops up.  Who is guilty of this??  *Raises hand wildly*  This mommy!  Our church just started a series this past Sunday & I honestly felt as if Pastor J was talking directly to ME!!!  Out of control??  No time??  Chaos??  Has he been spying on me lately??  It hit home.  It made me think of all the moments I have taken for granted.




I went back to a moment a week ago that I could have taken for granted.  I didn't and now it may just be one of my favorite moments with my 2 creative older kiddos.  I had opened up the blinds to let in the bright sunshine the other morning & then went back to my bedroom to change the baby & tidy up a bit.  When I returned to the living room, O & N were twirling and dancing in the sunbeam.  I asked them what they were doing and N replied that they were "dancing in the sparkles because it was magical!"  Sure enough, there was dust floating in the air and it "sparkled" in the sunlight.  I watched them with awe for a few moments, just relishing in their childhood innocence.  For that moment I forgot about the fact that it was dust in the air that would need to be cleaned later, I forgot about the dishes in the sink that needed to be loaded in the dishwasher, I forgot about diapers that needed washing, I forgot about the grocery list that needed to be written out, I forgot about the tasks of life & focused on that moment.  And then, I joined in the twirling.  


**Update:  The link above will take you to the sermon.  Enjoy! I did.