Not like it used to be..

Friday night and here I am in front of the computer screen.
I remember the days when Friday night meant going out and getting wasted, staying up till 3am and sleeping in till noon, only to wake up and do it all over again.
Then came kids.
You know, the one time that you do actually go out and try and be all 21 again, only to be shocked out of your sleep by a screaming child in your face asking you for breakfast? Drinking isn't worth it but I do miss the socializing aspect of it all.
I don't really do much anymore. Kind of like a bear hibernating for the winter except I haven't woke up out of my slumber yet.
Three kids is time consuming. Is that the wrong word?
Hard work.
Better?
Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful for my children but can I get some "me" time up in here? I can't even go pee without some little midget following me in the bathroom. Or banging on the door like they are the po-lice only to be asking me if they can get a drink of water? WTF? this isn't Mexico, drink all the water you want! My only alone time is when I'm either asleep or when I'm in the shower, which as of lately hasn't been a safe haven either. Which reminds me....Hey babe, can you fix the lock on my bathroom door?
Maybe that will be my New Year's resolution, taking some time to myself...EVERYDAY  for at least an hour.
That probably would do us all some good.
What do you think of resolutions?
I'm on the fence with this one.
In a way, I feel like they are great because it gives us something to work toward.
You know a goal to try an accomplish in a certain period of time.
On the other hand I feel like they are a false sense of hope and they set people up for inevitable failure.
Now you know, I have zero faith in people.
Most people anyways.
I don't know about you, but I don't enjoy watching people eat shit face first in their expectations.
Just sayin.
With that said, I hope everyone has a great year to come ( shitty resolutions and all ).
2012 is going to rock!
Even if the world ends.
xoxo

Cleaning out the closet

No, actually I was cleaning out the two older boys' toy box. Yes, they still have a toy box at the ripe old ages of 6 and damn near 10. I must be doing something right. At least they are playing with toys and not boobies. Which I am scared to death about by the way. Seriously, can you even imagine this little baby whom you carried for nine treacherous months and attempted to mold into a fine young citizen, eventually goes out and does things that  you were trying to do "quietly" all these years??!. OMG. I'm freaked out.
Back to the toy box renovation.
So I'm sorting through this box-o-toys and what do I come across??? SHIT! real live actual shit!
Hahaha ok, not really but it sure looked like it. As I'm digging in this anonymous pile of crap I come across an unwrapped, half sucked on Tootsie roll. YUCK. Mind you, I am completely aware that the last time that they received Tootsie rolls was back in November when we went to my brother's house for Thanksgiving. Nasty, month old, did I say wet?? candy. Awesome.
Moving on.
Chess pieces with out the chess board, 7 dominoes, thousands of gum wrappers ( we can thank their dentist for rewarding them an entire package of gum for no cavities for that one) , half chewed Nerf darts, and dried up Play dough. I was completely over it.
I'm sticking to my guns about buying only socks next year for Christmas.

xoxo

*My rules* My blog*

I figured since I was pimpin' myself out on Facebook for blog followers I had better get to writing!
Currently I'm sitting on my bed with little J snoozing away next to me. Yes!! I said it, I'm sitting in my bed, that's twice in one day, three if you count waking up in it this morning. I'm feeling a sense of accomplishment here.  Not sure how this whole blog thing is gonna play out but I'm giving it a shot. I mean, what the hell! I've got nothing to lose by publishing my life on the world wide web. Right??
Things to note; I don't neglect my children in any way when I write these posts. They are either sleeping or doing something else productive, like gauging each others eyes out.  Also, I love my children dearly so referring to them as "assholes" is simply a term of endearment. Last but certainly not least, ENJOY, ENJOY, ENJOY. This is not intended to offend. If it does, oh well. That's why it's mine....start your own blog ;)
xoxo

In the beginning...

Well, here is where it all begins....the sleepless nights as I toss and turn dreaming of shopping sprees, tropical islands and Mai-Tai's or what I will blog about next. *Back to reality* Those sleepless nights are actually caused by a teething, ever-growing, whining, 10 month old baby, whom did I mention sleeps in the middle of our bed?!.
I really do hope that I am able to keep up with the demanding task of keeping you all current on my oh-so-not-boring life. I know I can do it! That is if I can keep sneaking away with the laptop and hiding out in my room...with the door locked. * for liability purposes just know that no kids where harmed in the making of this blog. Wish me luck.
xoxo