Red Alert!

H: Honey, are you alright? (Genuinely asking to make sure I wasn't 'sad' or something.)
Me: I still don't feel good (this is true).
H: The house is a mess. You haven't done anything since we've been home. (This time he can say this b/c he has been on the go...really. Just watching him go has actually tired me out.)

The house is at that red alert stage. You know the one. "Red Alert! Red Alert! Someone is going to stop by...HIDE EVERYTHING IN THE CLOSETS!"

Seriously. If someone stopped by right now, I would just about die. It is that messy. Laundry everywhere. Toys everywhere. Our work (fine...my) stuff everywhere. Sigh.

Call in the troops. We need backup.

Being Sick as a Dog has its Effects...

You know it's bad if you forget girls night!

Hubby and I have been notsohealthy all week. Him with bronchitis and me with a throat, ear, cough thing that sounds just like his on a smaller scale, we skidded through the week literally feeling the TGIF last night (without the cocktail).

Last night was supposed to be the night that I met my girls for opening night of Sex in the City. Yes...it IS as important as opening day at Fenway-at least to me. I was watching tv on Thursday night, while I prepared for my interview, and I heard an ad for it. Wha?? Tomorrow I thought, how could I have forgotten? Gee I wonder how? It is no wonder mom's can remember to pee we have so much to think about. Girls night though? I usually don't have a problem remembering that!

We will pick a new date. So why am I so sad about it? Maybe cause I still feel like heck! I look forward to when the movie "Carries" me into hysterics. Even if the day it happens is delayed!

Random

Pondering:

Toddlers
Or lack there of. We officially have no more toddlers. Cherub 3, our baby, turned five tonight. The big five. I am not sure if I should celebrate or cry. It seems like yesterday my little rocket man was being born. We called him rocket man b/c unlike the first two he was born at lightspeed. The doctor almost dropped him as he arrived into the world. He literally hasn't stopped since. Happy Bday rocket man. We love ya! PS- will post cute pictures soon. Too pooped tonight.

Dressing Rooms
Here is a question for you. Why on earth all the rules? Why can we only take 8 items into the dressing room at Marshalls. Would it have hurt hurt somebody if I brought my two extra skirts in to try on? Seriously, it is so annoying. Get number. Undress. Try on. Doesn't fit. Get dressed. Run out. Grab new stuff. Get number. Undress. Try on. Doesn't fit. Get dressed. Run out. etc. It is so d.u.m.b.

Dress to Impress
Who are we kidding? Got interview? Get suit. Done interview. Real clothes. Who are we really trying to impress here? If I wore my favorite fun skirt and nice sweater would it make me less of a teacher? Nope. Suit ready. Off to impress.

Need to Shop? Hmmm...what to buy?

I asked cherub 3 what he wants for his bday tomorrow.

Cherub 3: "I want a football helmet, a football shirt, football pants, football pads and the thing that covers my weiner. It's white."

Stifling MAJOR Laugh.

Me: "A cup? It protects you."

Cherub 3: "Yeah, a cup. That's it! That is what I want for my birthday."

My little sports nut. Love you! Can't believe you are turning 5.

Hope your wishes come true...

Happy Birthday Hubby!
Go pick out that club....swing!

PS- Too bad we are both REALLY sick...hope you (we)feel better!

You are Mean!

So I hear.

Cherub 1 will seriously NOT eat healthy. She won't eat normal food anymore. Things like chicken, veggies, fruit. You name it. If it is not in her modified version of the food triangle (chicken fingers, fries, desserts, breads, juice) then interested, notsomuch.

Tonight, I gave her a nice healthy dinner. Chicken, corn on the cob (actually off b/c of braces), and fresh strawberries.

Arms crossed. Making faces. Grunting. Comments. More faces. Not eating.

I told her that she needed to eat her healthy dinner or we wouldn't be going to softball and she would spend the time in her room. Clear consequences-per Dr. Phil. I set a timer to let her know how much time she had left to accomplish her new goal and gave her sufficient updates (4 minutes left, 2). Nothing.

Timer went off. Said without a yell, "go to your room". No softball. Just room.
I am mean.
Oh, so mean.

Escape!

As Dori (from Finding Nemo) would pronounce escape~! That is what we did Sat night. We have been straight out every week and weekend for many, many weeks. We took off for the beach Sat afternoon. Had an awesome and entertaining seafood dinner and played wiffleball on the beach. The perfect day!!

Cherub 3 becoming attached to yet another lobsta. Member the last one? Check out his last lobsta friend...click old 12/07 link called "lobster and licks".

Cherub 1, cherub 2 and I at suppa giggling b/c cherub 3 is becoming quite attached to his lobsta. (Well technically...you can't quite see cherub 2's giggle...)

Hubby diving to 'get him out' during the game. I think he ate a little sand on this one!! SAFE!