Rainy nights are the best...

It's a rainy Monday night here in God's country. I can hear the thunder cracking outside as I'm typing this. That, my friends, is what I call relaxation. God's sweet lullaby. Have you ever just sat in complete silence during a thunderstorm and listened to all of the beautiful noises that they produce? If you haven't ever experienced a Texas storm, then you're missing out. 

Spring is here. My family and I have been going through some life changes. My dear husband is gone for work several days of the month now. My poor little munchkins miss him so much when he's gone. I miss him when he's gone. I feel alone without him here even though my house is full. Once June gets here, we will be moving so that we will all be back together on a daily basis. I have mixed emotions about this. I want my family back under one roof. But I also will miss my little town and...some of the people in it. 

We have moved around a lot over the last few years. I have never dreaded a move, until this one. I feel like this is the final big move. I feel like I will never be resident of MY town again. When we moved every other time I said the same thing, but there is just something about this one that screams finality. I know we have to do it, but that doesn't mean that I have to be excited about it. 

On the positive, there are more stores in this new town than just Walmart!!! My tiny hometown has a lovely variety of two whole stores to pick from. So the thought of a pleather of stores to choose from excites me. Another plus is the famed "financial stability" that we all hope to one day achieve. I would have to say that is a big plus. My husband and I have had some tough times financially. I generally don't broadcast these types of things, but I feel like this is a good way to show how God is working in our lives. Any time that I can give Him credit, I like to do it. We have Prayed for this for years. It's finally here. We were patient, but diligent in our Prayers. Don't give up on God, folks. He knows what he's doing. He has the master plan. 

I know this wasn't my usually sarcastic, free spirited post. I just felt like having a pity party/show what God is doing for me post. "Let go, and let God." I'm going to make that my life quote.

Tuesday's that feel like Monday's

Hello again. So much for me blogging weekly, huh? Life has been a bit crazy busy over the last few months. I have literally had no free time. I actually don't have any now, but I need to vent and I feel like my Facebook friends get tired of my rants blowing up their news feed. So....I'm going to do my best to type this blog while my supposed to be napping baby pokes me in the face. 

Today I got up at 6:45, got my kids around and took "stinky feet" to school. Easy enough. Then I came back home. That's when things started to snowball. "Tiny monster" was hungry so I started breakfast. I had to sanitize her hands about 30 times because she wouldn't quit touching the raw eggs. I finally finish, put the eggs on the plates, and sit down to eat. A few minutes pass and "tiny monster" is now stealing the small amount of food that I had made for myself. Who needs to eat, right? Eating is overrated. Besides, I have enough fat stored up in my left butt cheek to get me through the month without a single bite of food. Breakfast is over. 

Now it's time to do my morning chores. Those go okay I guess. Clean up from breakfast, make beds, pick up living room....Easy enough. Then....my morning coffee hits me....and not in the good way. I scramble to the bathroom, get situated, look up, and what do ya know....there's "fluffy cheek" staring at me. For those of you who don't know, it's a little uncomfortable trying to "drop a deuce", as my husband calls it, while you're being stared at. Add in having to pull her out from under the sink, take the toilet paper out of her mouth, and keeping her from jumping in to the still damp bath tub, and you're like "screw it....I will just be in pain until nap time." 

Lunch time has come now. This excites me. Nap time is after lunch time. Yesssss. I get them fed, lay them down, and then make myself a little bite to eat since I had my breakfast stolen from a curly haired little girl. I am at peace. I decide to take myself a hot bath and maybe read a little. I go to the bath tub and begin to remove various toys. One toy dropped, and made a "thud"....."ohhhh nooo...noo!!!" The sleeping dog is now awake and barking at the person she thinks is at the door...and "fluffy cheek" is wide awake. 

So here I sit. Still needing a bath and still needing to poop. Is this glamorous? Nope. This is an accurate description of motherhood as I know it. 

Happy Tuesday that sure feels like a Monday, folks. 

Helllloooo again...

I'm baaaaaack. It's been roughly a month since I've been able to sit down for more than a minute or two. I have a few free minutes so I figured, why not go write something??

So let's see...since my last blog we have had Christmas, New Year's, several poop filled diapers, and no sleep. Christmas went fairly well this year. Aside from the whole OCD issue that I have when it comes to the kids losing their brand new toys. I went to take a very short nap on Christmas morning and left my husband at the reins. Bad idea. Woke up to about 10 different things already missing. I. Lost. My. Mind. But after all of said pieces were located, all was well. Christmas came and went very quickly this year. I would be lying if I said I was sad about that! Do you have any idea how annoying it gets to pull a child off of the tree every 3.5 minutes? Well...if you don't, take my word for it. It's very freaking annoying. 

For New Year's we stayed at home. What big party folks we are!!! Woooo!!! Hit the diet Dr. Pepper HARD that night. We were all in bed before midnight. I decided that I didn't want to do a resolution this year. I kinda like the way my life is. No sense in fixing it if it isn't broken. I mean....sure. Who doesn't want to lose 20 lbs? Well maybe a few of those models. They probably don't. EAT SOMETHING LADIES!!! EAT!! I'm not saying eat yourself into a size 12. Just enough to where you can shop in the adult section. 

So sleep deprivation is as awful as it sounds. And then some. Can you fathom....making your coffee....and forgetting to put your cup underneath?? Or putting the remote control in the refrigerator? Forgetting to breathe? No really. I've done that. It's a little embarrassing. Gasping for air in the middle of the store....because you forgot to breathe. You collect some interesting looks. It's ok though because I wear "post it" notes attached to my clothes. Short little notes explaining my situation. "I have 3 children...enough said." "My husband snores the shingles off the roof." "Stop looking at me or I will haunt you after I die from exhaustion.".....seems to help. 

Well I guess that's really all that I have to say for now. Nothing too terribly interesting. Gonna try my best to do a few every week from now on. Sooo until next time..."You stay classy, San Diego."