It actually is Kinda Funny...now.

It WAS not, however in the LEAST last night from about 4:30 to 7 p.m. Lets' recap my Wednesday...

LONG STORY WEDNESDAY. It started out bleh, as it usually does at 5:30 a.m these days with the boys. WHY they wake up that early?? Who the heck knows! Even though I was grumpy pretty much all morning, clanging and banging dishes and pans as I tried to get them all breakfast, I was determined to try and make it a good day and get stuff done! Despite my crappy attitude, I managed a quick bike ride with the boys, 1 1/2 Sean T hip hop abs workout videos, playtime outside with the boys, a load of laundry folded AND put away, a babysitting gig, dishwasher loaded, and a clean kitchen. AND I felt quite accomplished because I had managed to keep the chitlins alive for another day! Funny how the moment you start to feel confident and successful you get knocked down to size. And I got REALLY knocked down to size, literally 10 mins after I gave myself congratulatory praises. It went DOWNHILL fast...

First, Cason - who has been extra whiny and defiant lately - (i blame no-daddy issues at the moment) - thought it would be hilarious to pee all over the back wall and toilet when he went potty. It was in fact, NOT hilarious. For dinner, I thought it would be fun to have brinner with a quick and easy batch of chocolate chip pancakes. Then, Brody thought it would be funny to dump out his milk and some syrup and paint a lovely masterpiece on my kitchen floor. He had it everywhere - hair, ears, eyebrows, bellybutton -  e v e r y where! Quick bath to fix that situation, but while I had Brody in the bath, Cason went to use my bathroom. He decided he needed lots and LOTS of toilet paper, so the toilet overflowed when he flushed it. Oh and did I mention he had diarrhea?? Ya, fun. Another quick bath for Cason and LOTS of disinfectant in my bathroom. WHICH while I was cleaning up THAT mess, the children were still ONE step AHEAD! Adalie had found a sticker book and decided THAT would be funny to cover her brothers, and I mean COVER, her brothers in them...and Cooper too. I also noticed glitter on them...which she got from her backpack that she had in a baggy that she DID NOT close. Another quick bath for the boys, who put up a knock down-drag out fight every time I get them OUT of the tub, and glitter still in the bathtub to clean out. Whilst I was cleaning up from dinner, it was strangely quite (which always means something bad here) and I found Cason and Brody in my bathroom, opening up my maxi pads and sticking them to the wall. While cleaning up THAT fiasco, Brody found the sticky cricket trap by our back door and started picking out dead crickets. And also was driving his race car over it, which got stuck on the sticky too. Absolutely Gross. Brody followed me around for 1 1/2 crying and screaming. The Dog Pooped on the floor. Adalie would NOT practice her piano. I had to do scripture reading and prayers with them through wails and tears...from all of us. They fought over which book to read for bedtime - which I ended up picking and NO one liked, but I read it anyway- while they still cried. They went to bed. I cried, and I am pretty sure had a panic attack also, while eating almost a whole bag of Cheetos by myself and a diet coke at 8:00p.m.

Holy Cow...OH! and want to hear some dinner convo from tonight??

Adalie: "Hey mom, I have a BULLET in my desk at school."
ME: "Adalie! Where did you get a bullet? (meanwhile my mind reverts back to one of these past weekends when Brett and I were going to a shooting range and a box of bullets got left in the car which is possibly where she grabbed it from)"
Adalie: "I don't know someone put it in my backpack and I put it in my desk at school!"
Me: (panicking of course because i n this day in age WHO knows what people will think of my first grader and or her parents when they find a BULLET in her desk at school!) "Tomorrow you need to bring it straight home! DO NOT tell anyone you have it and DO NOT show it to ANYONE! Just stick it right back in your backpack and BRING IT STRAIGHT HOME!"

Not only did that add to my stress of an overloaded mind (I get to deal with the government today in a fun herring about our finances...ughhh long story there), but I COULD not get to sleep thinking about my 6 yr old being thrown into jail on possession charges of some sort! However, while talking to my husband in the evening he says to me "Are you sure its not just a fake bullet from one of Cason's toy guns?" UHHH, why did that thought NOT even cross my mind?? I had been riding Adalie ALL night about how important it was to bring it home, not have it at school, and how much TROUBLE she would be in. She was close to wetting her pants with fear I am sure...

So this morning, when she woke up (took all I had not to wake her up to ask her) I asked her what the bullet looked like. "It's long. And orange. And it has one of those sticky purple things on the end of it that sticks to things when you lick it." I spent the rest of the morning apologizing and letting her know i might have overreacted, but please still bring the TOY bullet home. We aren't supposed to bring toys to school.

Wednesday -- I thought I kicked your trash, but you came back with a few swift kicks of your own!!