Morning Musings

One of the most horrifying discoveries that a caffeine-addicted mom of 4 can find, stumbling into the kitchen bleary-eyed at 7am, is an empty coffee canister. Desperate and willing to drink anything with that sweet jolt of caffeinated bliss, tea becomes the likely option. Just be aware that trying to trick yourself into thinking its coffee you're chugging back by adding french vanilla, does not work.

Being so caught up on laundry that the clothes worn the day before are already washed and folded on top of the dryer, is not necessarily a good thing. As the boys were about to head out the door this morning, I asked to see what shirts they were wearing (to make sure they were clean, school-appropriate, etc). Ardan says, "You know, that skull shirt." Um, what skull shirt? Do you mean the skull shirt you wore yesterday? "Yeah, that one." But you wore that shirt YESTERDAY. "Yeah, I know, but its clean! I found it on top of the dryer!" Ardan, you can't wear the same shirt two days in a row, even if its been through the wash. People will think we're poor and you only own two shirts! "But its my favorite shirt!" I don't care! "So...you want me to change it?" Uh, YEAH! Oh but wait, what time is it? 8 o'clock?!?! You're late! Crap!! Never mind, go go GO!! Remember 'dirty is better'? Well there's another prime example.

Is there anything cuter than a naked baby madly toddling down the hall, screaming gleefully at the top of his lungs, because he knows its bathtime? Naked baby buns a-jigglin', chubby little legs pumping, arms flailing... I gotta get that on video for you guys, its so frickin' adorable!

Even a Donald Duck fan like myself loses the love after being forced to watch the Huey, Dewey and Louey movie ten times in a row. And let me tell you, that cute "ducky" way they talk is no longer so cute after the third time. Clear your throats dammit! Just saying...

Reading a lot of "spicy" novels is apparently good for the love life. My hubby turned to me the other night, as we're laying there exhausted and blissed-out, and asked, a bit suspiciously, who came over that day. I was confused, "What do you mean? The neighbor came over with the stupid cat because he escaped again." No, he was convinced I had a boyfriend who'd taught me new "tricks". Uh, okayyyyyyy.... "Well, you never did that before!" I burst out laughing, could not stop, "Well, yeah! I read erotic fiction, babe! Why do you think I read every chance I get? Honey, I probably know enough "tricks" to last until we're old and gray!" So I guess I'm now a femme fatale. That's right, oh yeah, who's the woman? And no, I'm not telling you what I did. A woman's gotta have a few secrets, right? Heh.

Never underestimate the power of icecream. I had my kids running around last night, doing chores left and right, cleaning their rooms, picking up the toys in the backyard (you know, all the stuff I don't want to do), all with the promise of a big fat bowl of icecream. I am so smart, S-M-R-T. I mean, S-M-A-R-T. (Simpsons joke, there. My family will get it.)

Have a great day everyone!