Ok, here it is Monday morning, I am going to write to no one in particular, mostly myself. Maybe there will be some accountability for my actions if I chronicle my plans!

Jamie, I hope you are doing better, I've been thinking about you alot since the whole emergency surgery drama! You have the right idea, even if it did cost you your gall bladder, so here it is world, I am waaaaaay too fat, and I should be doing something about it too. I am going to exercise at least five times a week even if the baby screams the entire time I'm doing it. I am not letting Sophie talk me into buying any more candy. It all has to stop!!!

Anyway, my plan is to stop feeling sorry for myself, find some babysitters, and perhaps reclaim my life. We'll see how this goes.

And the whining.....

Some days I could just run off and join the circus.... OK, probably not, but I like to fantasize about it. Except it wouldn't be the circus.... Anyway, I am just having one of those nights, where I am dead tired but I can't sleep.

The kids are finally all tucked in and its quiet, I could be spending time with hubby but he can't ever stay up later than the kids and I really am quite peeved at him anyway. It doesn't take much really, he just asked me to try and do better about throwing diapers away.

Yes, I know you are all wide eyed and open mouthed now, appalled that I sometimes, or perhaps frequently, depending upon your definition, leave wet diapers laying around. It gets busy around here sometimes. Friday I was trying to get myself and the two littlest ones ready to go get Adam from school to get his sports physical, so I was in a hurry. I did notice when Jake came into the bathroom that he had stripped his pants and diaper, and I made a mental note to hunt down said diaper, but in the mean time I scooped him up and gave him a fresh one and new clothes, you know something worthy of a trip to the doctor. And course the old diaper slipped my mind, by the time we got home it was time to think about Halloween, etc. etc. Then, this morning we had to be at the soccer field by 10am and Shane was off to work early so I was on my own, again, as usual. I wrestled Jake down on my bed to change him and dress him. I set his wet diaper on my nightstand while I wrangled him into his clothes then more kids came in all wanting help with something, so yes, I forgot about that damn diaper too. We spent the morning at the soccer fields and when we got home we immediately went to work on finishing the swing set in the back yard. By the time I was back in the bedroom tonight I was exhausted.

Sooooo, when my darling husband came walking in the bathroom gingerly carrying a tightly wrapped up diaper in one hand and a diaper that was still in the shape of a little Jacob body in the other, I just sighed in defeat. But then he had to go and open his big mouth, he tried to say it sweetly, "do you think you could try and do a better job of throwing out the dirty diapers, I can't stand you leaving them around the house", or something like that. All I heard was I don't appreciate or understand anything you go through here. I mean really, just throw away the stupid diapers and leave me alone. Like I want dirty diapers on my night stand. Does it take a brain surgeon to get that if someone is leaving diapers around and they happen to have five kids, then maybe they were preoccupied with other things and maybe you should just help out a little more!!!!! I swear he acts as though I enjoy living among the diapers and I would just be doing him a favor if I would cut it out, because he just can't live this way, aghhhhhh.

Whew.... I guess I'm done. I had a fleeting thought earlier about finding a used diaper to leave on his pillow, but the writing therapy is probably the better way to go. Perhaps I can go to sleep now!

Halloween Again Already

I want to be a blogger, I do. I think I started this last year with Halloween pics, here I am a year later ready to try again. Maybe I can update weekly, like a therapy session. Anywho.... It's a miracle, all five children are finally asleep after eating basically nothing but candy all day. We had soccer games all morning and then worked trying to finish the swing set into the evening. So the kids largely just muched on candy from our neighbors, thank you neighbors.

Adam is 12 now, he says he is still perfectably acceptable as a trick or treater, all his friends do it...

Sophie had four costumes to choose from. When costumes first went on sale this year she picked a lovely Snow White gown. Then she found a ladybug that was Maddies two years ago, then a pink barbie princess from who knows when, and finally her Grandma sent this fairy suit to her. She picked her this for her trick or treating at the park on the 24th, and the ladybug for Halloween.... I still can't get a picture of her in the Snow White!

Yeah, yeah, Hannah Montana, I know.... It could be worse I suppose.

Little Jake screamed as though his puppy costume was going to eat him, so he got out of the whole deal and wore jeans and a pumpkin sweatshirt for his second halloween.

Little Maddie has been planning on Ariel for months now. She was still very pleased with her selection by the 31st. She skipped happily along most of the time we were trick or treating, only Maddie could skip in a mermaid costume.

All Safe, I guess

So, we are all safe here. I have no idea what was going on the other night. I guess it wasn't very important! Or they just never found what they were looking for!

Hubby has been busy killing trees and displacing squirrels. However, the beavers by the creek can rest their jaws if they just drag a few logs down there. How strong is a beaver?

The neighbors are very interested in what he has been doing. I'm sure they are all a little nervous since the excavator is still ominously sitting in the backyard, patiently awaiting yet another weekend of tree removal. And of course what do you do with all those trees? If you hear any reports of forest fires in Virginia in the coming months you might know where they originated.

OH NOOOO

Breaking News Update! Aghhhhhh! Now there are helicopters circling around my house, spotlighting the ground!!!! My fragile psyche can't take this, I'm going to bed!

Pictures

It took me quite awhile to summon the courage to drag them all back to the photo studio. It just never seems to go well. Poor JJ has never had a professional photo until now. And no, it did not turn out the greatest, but what are you gonna do? I think I need to take the same approach I take with dentist appointments. No more than two at a time. They get too restless, they mess up their hair, etc., etc.

I can't imagine how those polygamous families with 187 children manage to get them all to smile for a photo. This shot took forever and Jacob looks rather pitiful, like this is pure torture.

I want sidewalks and street lamps!

Danger lurking behind every tree!


So I just went all through my house checking every door and window lock. Creeping down in the dark basement even to check there. Because..... I was laying in bed and suddenly hear a police siren pop on and off and then the room fills up with the flashing police lights. I'm thinking great, what has my crazy neighbor done, but no the police car is cruising along about half a mile an hour with his spotlight scanning the woods. Then I see two more police cars on the main road and the road over. This leads me to think someone bad is hiding in said woods and crap, are the doors locked. Husband of course is tucked into his covers sound asleep. I did think about waking him up but that would have been silly right?

Now I'm left wondering what on Earth they were looking for and why did I let him talk me into moving out here to BFE. I think tomorrow I should buy a large dog and look into getting our security system activated. I sooooo hate the country.