My Apologies!!

I wanted to drop in real quick to give my apologies for being MIA this week. The hubby and I have been cramming non-stop for our EMT tests. His today, right now as I write this. Mine is on Saturday morning. Wish us luck, fingers, toes, eyes, everything you can cross please do. So until Saturday my nose will be in my book. Come next Monday I will be back to normal programming. Until then hope you enjoy reruns of

See you next week!!!

Fly On The Wall.

So here is the set up, the 411, the down-low.

I’ve been picking on Sis lately. She and I talk almost everyday, if not several times a day. The hubby thinks its crazy. My opinion is that my family is a lot closer in some aspects than his. Anyway as you know Sis has three boys. Booger is 5, Duck is almost 3, and Moose is little over a year old.

Aren’t they just handsome boys??

Now our conversations at times are rather amusing and I will tell you why. I’ve been teasing her that I was going to start writing about some of the “phrases” I hear when we talk. She tells me I won’t, when she knows I most definitely will. I told her the other day someone should be a fly on the wall and write this stuff down so we could make millions!!

So here we go, set down that drink, no drinking I don’t want you to choke and it be all my fault.

Phone rings I see on the caller ID its her (second time today) the earlier call however was from Moose playing with the cell.

For your ease of reading I will color code the convo’s. *wink wink* I will be in lovely Red and Sis will be in Blue.

So I answer, “Hello.”

Stern voice says, “Don’t say that to me again or you will go to your room!”

“Ok then, noted.”

Laughing. “No not you, UGH these kids are making me lose my hair today.”

“Nothing new.”

So we chat about a few things, and then mid sentence she raises her voice, “I told you to go find a toy to play with! Quit playing with the tape measure before you slice your brothers head off!”

Not even two minutes later, “I said a toy!! Where are you getting these tools? Of all things your dad had to teach you it had to be the “fixin!” Give me the wrench and hammer. Now get!” pause “Get back here! Give me the screwdriver out of your back pocket too! Is there anymore I can’t see?”

Yeah my nephews are all about the tools. They love the farm and “fixin” things. Really is very adorable. How ever a lot of the boys “fixin” has cost Sis and her hubby some money.

For example the other day Duck decided to cook some long noodles (Ramen) on the grill. Sis thought he was pretending stirring things in the bowl on the grill. There was no flame so all safe right? Wrong they went to use the grill a day later. No gas in the tank. First they are perplexed how this 2 year old was able to turn the top plus Duck had managed to break some part that her hubby had to run, buy, and then “fix.”

Second Sis proceeds to tell me now that Moose is walking, he likes to help mommy. Sis found out the hard way that crayons and dishwasher’s don’t blend well. Enough said.

Another day we are chatting along and she is telling a story about a friend of ours she saw the other day. Again mid sentence no change in tone she says, “You asked for it you eat it! Your brother is not a pig to just dump leftovers on his tray!”

At first I’m like WTF kind of story, huh, what?? Then I hear Duck say, “But Mama he’s (Moose) asked me for some.”

“Ok one your brother doesn’t talk. Two what have you been told about lying, three ugh… uhh… AHH just go away I can’t think with you telling me (Moose) is talking. That thought scares me to no end.”

Then on that note she goes right back into the story like nothing happened. I however am still perplexed with the fact that Duck could come up with such a story and the thought of Moose talking we will all be in trouble.
So I don’t hear a thing she says.

There have been several more. They happen at least once a week. I am absolutely writing them down from now on. That is of course once I wipe my eyes from the tears of laughing so hard. Knowing my Sis and my nephews that I love to death, this will probably be a reoccurring entry.

Wanna be green thumb has struck again!!!

All weekend we spent in our backyard. It’s sad to say we have been rather neglectful when it comes to keeping it all nice and purty. So we were out there all day Saturday and for the most part the girls helped but then a good share of the time they were doing this

Yeah teasing Dutchess don’t ya see!! They had her ball and were playing baseball with a stick!! Cracked me up though with QueenB pitching and Toughie swinging they managed to connect several times. Plus of course they always had a fielder. Dutchess has become very skilled in fetching. It’s the dropping part we are having some troubles with. Tug o’ war is a must in her book.

So then on to Sunday it was back to the grind. The Hubby’s Uncle came over and was our slave helped us. The lovely guys built us a new gate so that we can have a “dog yard” and “people yard.” When Dutchess was a puppy she broke the old gate that was up there. With a little help from Daisey too. While they were doing that, and cleaning up brush that was taking over the back shed, we were working in what is now known as “our” garden.

Yes no longer my garden It’s ours now. Toughie says and I quote, “Sammi since I’m working on the garden it’s mine too, right? I mean it’s ours now?”

“Well of course Toughie!! *laughing* Why didn’t you think it was ours before?”

“Because only you worked in it. But now that I helped it’s mine too!!”

Their thought process still perplexes me.

So as you can see our house is on one side of the yard, the road is on the South and we have a row of very tall trees on the west (you can’t see these I’m telling you). This is real nice once afternoon hits. When it hits about two pm most the yard is in shade. However before then it is all sun. We looked so goofy today I stuck a stick in the yard and put the beach umbrella on it. That way our chairs and drinks were able to stay shaded and cool. I don’t handle heat very well at all. I have had heat exhaustion several times, a couple to the point of completely passing out. I tell you that is no fun. So I have to make sure I have shade somewhere and of course TONS of fluid. Anyway off on a tangent again. Sorry I did not snap a picture of the umbrella but I will tomorrow when we are back out there. We finally have woodchips to spread out into our nicely weeded garden.

So we are going to be prepared…

and another just because!! Oh if you don’t know, or well I haven’t specified… QueenB is on the left and of course Toughie on the right. Oh and yup they both have glasses now. Yippeee for me!!!

See they have their gloves and tools!! Oh and here is something that ERKS me to no end, why on earth do they not make kid’s garden gloves small enough?? UGH we just said phooey and they put on some old winter gloves. Worked perfectly and they were happy. Not that they don’t like getting dirty I didn’t want a repeat of sliced hands from the grass just like when they were feeding Booger’s goats. That was not a nice afternoon.

So of course what next is this…

After all that work our family did what we do best. When it’s summer and it’s a holiday we grill together!! Well no need for holiday we just do it. Reason I am showing you these two pics is one it was Father’s day and that’s my Dad!! Two see behind him that little guy in the red shirt… Oh wait lets get QueenB to move…

Ok is that better? Do you see him now?? That is my middle nephew (in the far back is Booger the oldest and Moose is by QueenB in the front here) OK so HMMMM we will call him… Duck, yeah that will work because he is one weird duck… So Duck kept telling my dad to “do it again!” So my dad would lean back to squish him. He would start giggling and eventually you would hear “K up Papa up” all straining for breath. However after this round as soon as Dad leaned back we hear from him “up papa UPPPP you are hurting my weiner!!!” OMG did we all bust up laughing. I had tears running down my face it was so funny. Plus as soon as papa sat up Duck just adjusted and you heard “do it again!!” My sister claims he LOVES pain. I think it’s rather apparent oh and there were more stories to go with.

So eventually we got home and we were heading in the house and we seen this!

Toughie is jumping up and down, “a rainbow, A RAINBOW!! My very firstest real RAINBOW in my whole life!!!” *jump jump jump*

So of course I had to snap some pictures. She was just so SO excited!

Bad thoughts I tell ya, bad thoughts.

I thought I would join in the confessional this week.

Yup I have something to confess to you y'all

I came accross the meme a couple weeks ago but never thought of anything to say however this week I have something.

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All beatified isn't it??

So on to the important crap stuff.

• This last week on pick up and drop off of the girls to their mom she proceeded to talk my ear off with tons of bullsh$%!!
• She has done this before but it always ends bad for me.
• Every time she plays nice with me it ends up with me drinking coffee laughing with the CPS guy in my house.
• Yup she turns me in for trumped up charges, that have no proof, that I get to amuse the CPS fella with how they aren't possible.
• So as I'm sitting there last night I tried everything to get her to shut up.
• I didn't ask questions, I started the car, I even had it in park, she still wouldn't stop.
• So I eventually drove away saying its late I have to go while she was still rambling.
• In my head I'm thinking...
• How can I remove her tongue, how can I...
• Yes I had some very bad thoughts about there mom.
• I have them alot. (I WOULD NEVER ACT ON THEM)
• I yelled at the hubby for not making/telling her we HAVE to go.
• I yelled at him for making me sit through that twice in one week.
• I tend to yell at my hubby alot for him being to quiet.
• I get frustrated easily anymore.
• I think it's my anxiety/depression.
• I don't take meds for it even though I should.
• I hate how it makes me feel like a zombie and no feelings, not even able to cry when I take them.
• Besides they really only give ya drugs for feeling suicidal...
• Not for having thoughts of homicide do they?? (LOL I haven't had that bad of thoughts but if I'm drinking coffe with the CPS fella next week I can't promise I won't dream it)

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They say opposites attract… truth?? (and Red Lobster)

So that is what they say, right? Well who are they, and I’d really like to ask them to prove their theory. Course that would only mean that the hubby and I are truly destined to be together. Not that I don’t want that to be the case, just sometimes it can be frustrating. I’ll give you some examples.

• Hubby has to always be early and I’m not talking 10 or 15 minutes. No I’m talking more like 30 to an hour. He has to be at his work at 9:30 every night and doesn’t start till 10:30. I on the other hand I am not late however 5 minutes before is plenty for most things. 10 on the important things like oh a Doctor’s appointment or something. This cause’s the most issues when we need to go somewhere with the kids and I have to get them and myself ready in the same time he gets ready. Yeah I’m magical like that!!
• Hubby is a morning person. I am not. Enough said. Makes mornings here real rough.
• Hubby is a worrying, anal, drive himself crazy over something that needs to be done. Doesn’t matter if its something for now or months down the road. I am a huge PROCRASTINATOR!! Hard to believe I know, but I am. If I have a deadline to meet I do its just I cram all I need to do in the last possible amount of time. I hav it all planned and I know my abilities so what time I need I can do it. (like getting us three ready in same time he gets ready see?) Problem is I have to listen to his worry, his frustration, his manic malfunctions until whatever is to be done is done.
• Hubby is a pessimist to the fullest. There is hardly ever a positive thing that can come out of his mouth on a situation. (so your wondering now why I married him?) I have the optimist point most the time. All hell is breaking lose and all I keep thinking is it will be over soon. That's optimism right? When things are rough its already bad enough. Add in his attitude and it’s like the end of the world.
• Hubby always has to be on the go, go, GOOO. Yes always busy. I love to do things. I also love a day of just curling up on the couch and watching the TV. We end up hardly being home if the hubby is not working. Which makes him wonder why nothing was done at home that day. Go figure.
• He hardly sleeps. I can sleep for hours on some nights and less on others. Makes his on the go fits rough on the days I want to SLEEP!
• Hubby can not handle chaos. I thrive in it. Plus the kids are mass creators which makes some days rather amusing to play out. I create chaos some days just to see him frustrated. Mean I know but like I said I like to stir the pot. Unfortunately this does make some days with the hubby rather frustrating.
• Hubby is a total city boy. (from the country) Constantly has to be clean, smell nice, sometimes changes clothes in the middle of the day. I embarrassingly enough (probably for him) being a country girl shower is at least every other day or third with a hair wash in there. I will wear a pair of pants more than once before I wash them. All depends on what I did. I love to get in the dirt and get filthy. Makes playing in the yard a game of trying to explain to the hubby clothes and skin do wash. (kids love the dirt too)
• I’m thinking the hubby had a sheltered life. I was allowed to venture and try what I wanted too. Discussions on what the girls can and can’t do can lead to issues. He doesn’t want to try new things either.
• Hubby is from another WORLD!!! I’m from earth. Sometimes I want to scream how his outlook differs so much from mine.

OK ok so you get the point. We are polar opposites. We are so north and south it’s beyond comprehendible sometimes. So the hubby and I first met at work. Yes we worked together before and during the beginning of “us.” When I first started there we basically hated one another. We avoided one another like the plague. Then one of my good friends, another co-worker in fact Lynn, had a birthday coming up. The three of us all worked the same rotation so eventually she convinced me to ask him to come out with us, give him a chance. One thing led to another and here we are. One of our other co-workers laughed so hard when we told her we were together when she finally quit rolling on the floor she said “I always knew it!! You two already fought like you were married!”

We spent the other day with Lynn in town, where we were extremely amusing to her. See the hubby and I do these little spat things I’ll call them. We bicker and tease and taunt one another and when it was said and done at one point the hubby turned to Lynn (when he lost the battle) “see what you did, torture I tell you, that’s it you love to see me tortured.” Then he grins at us and starts laughing. Her only reply, “why can’t I do so well matchmaking for myself.” (she is on her third divorce poor thing)

All in all we tell Lynn it’s her fault jokingly, however coming up on our three year wedding anniversary next month, I thank her every day.

We maybe Yin and Yang but we were meant for one another. We didn’t see it in the beginning but others did. Sometimes the best thing in the world is right under our nose so take a chance.

Take a look over at Only the Curious. She is having an awesome giveaway for Red Lobster and a cute felt heart pin! All because she reached a 100 posts!! How awesome is that she is giving us a chance to eat out on her dime for her accomplishing this feat!! Go see her now and join in!!

The Here and Now!

So the past two days I’ve given you the shorthand version of how we have gotten to where we are. You can see the Beginning of QueenB and Toughie and the Locating and Agreements posts if you want to catch up. I’m writing this all out as I’ve said partly with frustrations but possibly with the hope of maybe finding someone else dealing with the same issues.

This post will have a different feel to it than the last two. I left off with what our present agreement is. It’s been a long road of almost 4 years now of searching, kissing her and the courts butt, a TON of money, many many miles, to get where we are. I’m not asking for sympathy I just want to voice my feelings and opinions on what we have been going through. It’s been a journey and I wouldn’t trade any minute of it.

 

So as it stands now she has once again drug us to court. A few months ago claiming I was of course abusing the girls. CPS came to my house and turned it upside down and questioned me. They even questioned Hubby at the station while he was working!! I was furious yet amused with the stories she came up with this time. One was that I constantly lock the girls in “our” bedroom with their dad. Well when I showed the CPS guy that one ok yeah our bedroom has a door but it is constantly stuck open and I mean stuck. We live in an old house and when I yanked on the door to show him how stuck it was there was a loud pop and I about fell over. I then showed him how it’s basically a piece of wood, no handle, and certainly no lock. (very rustic) From this point on every time he would read me an allegation and I would prove how there was no way possible for it to be true, or even remotely plausible he was consistently shaking his head. When he got done with the whole thing he asked if I had any input. I just shook my head. He then says that he doesn’t see any reason that he should have been here or that he should be back that we have nothing to worry about. He once again asked if I had any input and no one but him would know what I said. So I just simply snapped and told him, “She is jealous period. From the point the girls could talk they called me Mom first and that pissed her off. (we didn’t encourage it, it doesn’t matter to me one bit) She feels she has to attack because that is her only option. We have a stable home, environment, jobs, life, and she can’t keep or have any of that and it drives her mad.” That’s the short version.

So here is the run down. The girls will be 5 in September. In their short little lifetime she has lost 4 jobs. Most the time was unemployed rather than working. She has been evicted from 6 different places. She has been arrested for drunk driving and bouncing checks. She is now having mental breakdowns and calling at all hours in the evening and at night (after 12 am a couple of times) for Hubby to come get the girls because she can’t handle it.

The sad part is that even though the girls are four they are beyond gifted and intelligent. They are already disappointed by her and you can see it in their attitude, emotions, and actions. It’s frustrating because you don’t want to discipline them for retaliating/screaming out in frustration to finding that they were suppose to go here or there and once again she has let them down. We try our best to explain what we can and hope for the best.

She physically abuses them and it’s evident. Toughie has slipped a few times and called me Mom only to be smacked by QueenB and told “you don’t call her Mom she isn’t our Mom” Wow!! The conversations after these have been very enlightening. They are constantly covered in bruises, huge scrapes, black eyes, you name it they have had it short of a broken bone. (knock on wood) She has never viewed their safety as a concern. Had them in boosters before they were even two, during winter they are always wearing inappropriate clothes, and so on.

So not to make this go on forever I’m sure you see the pattern. Now I am all for both parents in a child’s life. I WANT her to be a part of their life. However right now I don’t think it’s a good thing for them. She is once again homeless, jobless, and constantly falling apart. Last night was another 12 am call from her and the girls. One why are they still up and two there has to be something wrong if they want to call daddy and are crying their eyes out. I want to fall over uncontrollably crying myself when we get them they are so filthy and bruised. Thing is I can’t!! I have to stay strong, I have to for them! It’s horrifying that they know the routine of coming to us. Every time it’s pictures snapped of clothes and marks, baths, and new clothes. We have to protect ourselves and collect all we can for when the miracle happens and the court finally opens their eyes.

Now our hopes aren’t up by no means, but prayers and fingers crossed that the mediator has finally seen. She has requested the hubby to come to mediation today. In her phone call she finally asked questions. She found out about some of the girls moms lies and her current situation. She wants to try and get their mom to temporarily let the girls come stay with us till she can get things back together. Hubby told her that their mom won’t go for it. When asked why, he told her “the truth is she will lose the money she is getting (child support) and she will not go for that.” Mediator told her well she will just have to see this isn’t good for them. Hubby even said “if she will do it I don’t want her money, or for her to have to pay, I just want to know they are safe, sleeping in a bed at night, being fed, bathed, and loved. I believe she does love them but as of now it’s very unclear how much.”

I have never nor will I ever not love these two as if they weren’t my own. They keep me going day after day and in that first minute coming back from her they immediately jump into my arms and squeeeze so hard while proclaiming “I missed you the MOST” there is NO WAY I will give that up. These are my girls just as much as theirs.

Thanks for listening/reading. Next week I promise will be back to fun things. Fingers crossed and tons of prayers today goes well.

Locating and Agreements.

I’ve started this few day journey through how I came to be a step mom of twin’s. Yesterday I told you about the Beginning of QueenB and Toughie. I ended basically where I came in the picture. I’m trying to do this in short sweet style. It frustrates me a bunch and I tend to not talk about it much. However I thought I’d share it wondering if other’s are going through the same situation. I hope you can follow along and get most of it. Bear with me through this because I have to get it out. Thanks in advance.

• When the hubby and I met he didn’t like to be asked or having to talk about the girls he missed them that much.
• Frustrated with not knowing where she was after much discussion we found a lawyer.
• Girls are now 9 months old.
• Paid for an investigator to find her.
• Finally found her and she was served court summons.
• Endless harassing private phone calls came at all hours of the day and night.
• She shows up for court and when asked if she knew he was the father why she didn’t name him in the search. She couldn’t/wouldn’t answer.
• Have to pay close to $1000 for paternity tests.
• Finally results come back.
• He tries through mediation to get some time with his girls. She denies everything.
• She does invite him to their first birthday.
• She agrees to visits in her home once a week for two months before hubby can take them to his house.
• Hubby does what he has too.
• They sign a temporary agreement.
• Eventually girls start coming every weekend to our house.
• Girls starting staying more and longer.
• Soon after someone (and it wasn’t us) turned her into CPS. She retaliates by with holding the girls from Hubby.
• Takes 4 months to get a court date.
• She tells outrageous lies with no truth.
• We provide evidence and witness’s.
• She is informed she has no right to with hold the girls from their dad. She should be held in contempt of the order.
• Court order is now three night weekends. She is IRATE now.
• After some time it happens again where the girls are staying with us more and more.
• During these two years she has been fired from two jobs and being evicted from her third place.
• More people have turned her in and again she retaliates. Court does nothing to her.
• She is constantly dragging us in to CPS for falsely accusing us, (mostly me) to court for things that should be just discussed with her and the hubby, and making us constantly run around like chickens.
• The present agreement is now four night weekends for three weeks and two nights for the fourth. It has taken forever to get this far and now that they will attend school almost full time next year it is back up for review this summer.

So of course the wars have begun again with her. It is pure craziness. That will be Friday’s post. What we are currently or the games we have dealt with dealing with her and her greed for the money.

 

The beginning of QueenB & Toughie.

So I had mentioned before in a previous post a little snip it on what life was like for the girls when they are with their “mom”. Now I want to make something clear here on the point I really do believe children should have time with both parents. However to which point does their safety and well being become more important. We are constantly struggling with decisions as to what to do or say to their mom. The next couple days if not the rest of the week I’m going to really open up with our whole situation. Start with the past and eventually end up with the here and now. How I have no clue what tomorrow will bring for me for the hubby or the girls.

I’ll give you the background here in the shortest form I can to catch you up. Little snip-it timeline to fill you in.

• Hubby and her were together, never married.
• She already had a son. Plus was still married to a man in prison for CSC charges with a minor. UGH!!
• Reason they got together she was being kicked out of her apartment (for not paying), she worked with the hubby, he offered to help her out by letting them stay for a small time with his family. One thing led to another. (seemed like a plan to me)
• Eventually they had their own place she lost her job because she wouldn’t go to work. During this time Hubby worked, made sure her son made it to school, did all the house work. She did nothing. This caused TONS of fights with her and his parents. (I totally don’t blame them)
• Next thing you know they are pregnant, and with twins.
• 6 months along she disappears. Not just break it off its over, nope just leaves no words, phone disconnected everything.
• Now by some fluke in the universe Hubby is on an ambulance call and see’s the girls “grandma” (moms mom) at the hospital. He casually asks what are you doing here? Oh the girls were born just a bit ago. WHAT?!? We tried to call you. (BULL$H!& his parents have caller id on home and cells)
• So she takes him in there. He got to hold them. (beaming when he came and told us at work, I worked with him then)
• Girls mom tells Hubby you can’t be on Birth Cert because we aren’t married. (BULL$H!& you will see her motives later)
• Couple weeks later she calls him from blocked number for Money (of course). He takes her some money not taking a second thought at all. He gets to see the girls for a few minutes and offers to help, she don’t want it. She gets rid of him quick as she can.
• Time goes by he can’t find her once again. Eventually begins to blow it all off.
• Girls are now about 7 months old when he runs into a mutual friend of theirs. With chatting and catching up she hints to the question why Hubby wants nothing to do with the girls. He asks why she would say that. He has no way of contacting the girls mom and hasn’t seen them in 6 months. She reveals that the girls mom was trying to give them up for adoption but the court is searching for the father to get his sign off before she legally can. (later find out girls mom had given the court at least 20 names to test hence the fact she wanted no dad on the Birth Cert)
• Now that Hubby and I have started dating we start talking about what he can do and what rights he has.

I’ll leave it here for today. Tomorrow I’ll fill ya in on “our beginning” of this crazy thing we call life. I mean this crazy dealing with their mother, lawyers, and the unbelievable cracked up damn family court legal system we have in this country. Especially for Dad’s. It’s been a rough journey and as of late has only been more interesting as well as frustrating.

Racin’ & the white coat (blogger finally let me YAY)

Once again I spent all last week reassuring Toughie and QueenB that yes the races are on Friday, and yes we are going. So of course when Friday arrives it is nothing but a long day of the girls crossing their tiny little fingers and repeating "no rain, no rain" as they look like sad little puppies staring out the window at yes you guessed it rain. The worst part of it was that it wasn't an all out downpour. Nope that would have ended all hope of the races early. No rather it had to tease us. All day was the annoying sprinkle here, little mist there, off, on, off, on. Over and over all day I had to repeatedly hear "did they say the races are cancelled?" "are we still going?" "when will it stop raining?" Which was always followed by a refreshing of the race's webpage to see if they had made an announcement yet.

So after 8 hours of off and on rain…

8 hours of listening to the girls questions…

8 hours of being trapped in this house…

We finally have an answer, did ya guess it yet? Huh? Did ya?

Yup it's official in big letters, in a bright red box, stretched across the page, can't miss it…

The races have been cancelled!!

Next thing I know is the from the living room there is an eruption of whining, crying, a full blown tizzy fit that didn't seem to ever end… there was rolling on the floor, legs flying up and down kicking and screaming… It was utterly atrocious!

Eventually once the hubby took a chance to catch his breath from his massive fit... Yes that was him, not the girls, I have taught them to behave, the best part happened. Toughie instantly on cue says " don't worry daddy, we can go next week."

WHAT?! I'm staring at her wide eyed as she give's him her little grin, totally mute's him, and leaves him standing there with that look of shock on his face. She then flips her little hair around and asks "sissy, ya wanna go up stairs and play now?" As they zoom on out and up the stairs, he is literally speech-less, well actually sound-less just staring at me now. Really unsure what factor made him that way. The fact that I swear these girls remember EVERYTHING we say to them. Especially Toughie, word for word quoting what he told her last week when she was bummed. Or the fact that his 4 year old girls are just growing up way to fast for him. Either way it was a moment to remember.

So I’m really not to sure on who was frustrated more the hubby or the girls. After the pissing and moaning had ceased from a roar to rather a little rumble now from the hubby the rest of the evening, the girls were already off playing. It's funny how the anticipation the whole day was so unbearable for them, however the disappointment was a mere after thought with in seconds. I wish I still had the ability to just blow off a disappointment with ease as they do or all kids seem to do. Over all we had a rough weekend of nothing but rain, so once again the glorious Mother Nature has graced us with her lovely sense of humor.

So here it is Sunday evening and I am raising my glass and toasting. May we have crappy weather all week finishing by Thursday. That way I won't have to deal with disappointed kids (including the hubby) next Friday as well as being stuck between these blasted four walls anymore on the weekend. Honestly if I have to spend one more locked in this house with all of them I might as well go shopping for those ever stylish white jackets. I just love all the fancy straps and buttons and you just can't go wrong with white right?

Back to my insanity!!

Post-it-note Tuesday - Funny Picture Thought’s

Another great Tuesday and what a better day to write up and share some post-y’s!!!!

You can join in all the fun too, just click on Supah and jump on in. Oh but wait and read mine first!!

Now on to the fun!!!!!!