To whine or not to wine...I think I will wine!

Daily? Yeah, right. As soon as I made my last post, we went camping for the long holiday weekend, and upon our return, my computer got some kind of nasty virus that has taken my techie husband the better part of 4 days to almost get rid of it. And now I head into a looooong weekend of work (read:12 hour shift after 12 hour shift x4, or is it 5?). Excuses, I know, but it's how life goes. I should probably figure out how to post from my blackberry. I will put that on my rather long to do list.

I have a mountain of laundry to fold. I am not exaggerating when I say mountain. The 5 of us go through a lot of clothes. Add 2 dogs and the hovoc they reek, and well, what can I say. I hate laundry. That, and dishes, is a job that never gets done just as soon as you think you have washed the last load, there is more. Ugh. Maybe someday I will win the lottery and be able to pay someone to do it for me. Pipe dreams, I know. Just one of those frustrations that come with motherhood. I guess, it could be worse....

Wow, the tone of this post is nothing like I had intended. I sound like a whiny, complaining, I-don't-know-what. Time to pull myself up by the ol' boot straps and get the job done. Hopefully then a quick glass of wine, and then off to bed to get up at the crack o' dawn to welcome new babies into the world. So here goes nothing.

Later, gators!

Excuses, Excuses

So I haven't gotten off to a great start on this here blog. I have all kinds of fun posts that I want to write, but.....when it comes to getting them actually written and posted, I haven't been able to follow through. Why? Well, I am a little busy to say the least. I have been pulled in a bazillion different directions. Aren't we all, though? Enough with the whining. But I do promise to what I can, when I can, and hopefully it will all fall together in due time.

Here are just a few things heard in my home in the last few days:

From D, age 4 (going on 14): "Tighty whiteys! Gotta love 'em!" Followed almost immediately by: "What are tighty whiteys?"

From B, age 9: "What's the big deal about football? It's not nearly as fun as soccer, and it takes soooo long to play a game." This from a BOY, no less. Oh well, my children will not be sports afficionados.

From A, age 11: "Mom, can you get out of bed to take me to school? It's raining out." Yes, I got out of bed to take him to school. I was up late the night before studying. Yes, he could have taken the bus, and I could have rolled right back over and gone back to sleep. But I did not. I WANTED to, oh boy did I ever want to, but I got out of bed, threw on a sweatshirt over my jammies and took him to school. And I hoped that no one would see me. What we don't do for our kids, huh?!