Sniff and Sob

I am a crier and it drives me crazy. I cry at sad things. I cry at happy things. I cry at commercials. I cry if ever I see anyone else cry, whether it is for happy or sad reasons. I cry even if someone is just choked up or has the faintest hint of a tear in their eye. One of the worst is that I have to fight back the tears at the beginning of any type of performance. I don't know if it is the excitement in the air or what, but this is one time when I could certainly do without the tears. I also cry if I am ever forced to get up in front of people to talk. I really hate getting up in front of people and the way I handle the sheer nervousness of the situation is to cry. So, not only do I have to deal with the nervousness, but then I have to dig deep inside to do everything I can so that I don't just start crying uncontrollably for no reason. Ugh. I'm just so mushy on the inside that I could probably even cry if I just thought about crying. It is embarrassing and makes me feel completely out of control of my emotions, which I really don't like. Plus, it's not like I am a pretty crier. I'm not. There is no such thing as a sweet little tear running down my cheek or just some watery eyes. It is all or nothing. Crying means my face turns red and blotchy and my eyes swell up. It's real pretty. I say all this because for some strange reason I felt the desire to read the book Heaven Is Here by Stephanie Nielson. I was just curious about the plane accident. I don't really like to read her blog and she isn't someone that I feel a connection to or anything, but yet here I am reading her memoir and cursing it every moment because it has made me cry like I haven't cried in a very, very long time. It is killing me. My eyes are completely swollen, my face is possibly permanently blotchy, and my head is pounding. This is a great way to start our summer vacation from school. The worst part is that I'm not even done with the dang book yet. Sheesh. Plus, I think I'm freaking my kids out. So, if you ever find that I am less than sentimental about goodbyes, or I seem to be a little less sensitive about a situation than I should, now you know why. Once the tears start, they just don't stop and I will do everything I can to avoid them.

This is what the other two kids do during soccer games

Semi-Annual Soccer Pictures

The tournament is tomorrow. It's been a great Spring season.

Today

1.  I am thinking about my boy, my youngest boy. He just makes me so happy I can hardly stand it and I just want to eat him alive and squeeze him tight so that he can't grow up any more (at least for a little while). He is my baby and I am having a hard time letting go of the fact that he really is not a baby anymore at all. Not even close. But he does still say some really cute things such as this: "I really, really wish I had a pet birdie. Or a weasel. Mom, what's a weasel?" Also, I love the fact that he loves to dress up. Every afternoon he puts on his Spiderman or his Buzz Lightyear costume (both of which are totally too small) and he runs up and down the street playing with his friend and living in his world of pretend.

2. We put Tiger in soccer this season. As of right now, soccer is not his sport, but he does really like making himself fall down on the ground for no reason whatsoever during the games.  When he's not falling down he's just standing there, wishing he were anywhere but on the soccer field.

3. We only have 9 more days of school. This is both good and bad.

4. If the definition of a fool is someone who continues to do the exact same thing, time after time, but expecting different results, then I am a fool. True stuff.

5. If I were a super hero and laundry was my arch nemesis, my arch nemesis would be totally annihilating me right now and the world would be in jeopardy.

6. My dear sister introduced me to eyebrow threading. It is amazing and I am totally sold. Also, I am long overdue for a good threading. Please don't look too closely.

Very Belated Easter Pics

The day before Easter was gorgeous, which tends to be rare, and so we were able to color our eggs outside. This was genius! No mess inside my house and I didn't have to worry about dye getting on my table. Every Easter weekend should be this nice so that we can color our eggs outside.

It was so bright Tiger had to wear his hat.

Artistic juices were flowing.

After we colored eggs we headed over to Grandma and Grandpa's house for an egg hunt. The kids love this and Grandpa always has good surprises in the eggs.

Each kid had their own eggs to find. This is what Tiger's eggs looked like. Sparky's were sports themed and KK's eggs were decorated with colored squiggly lines.

Looking for eggs.

Just a girl having fun.

Tiger, proud of his ability to find his eggs.

A couple of Tiger videos

Tiger feels that when we do our exercises in the morning he should be wearing his Spiderman costume. It just makes sense to him. Watching him lift weights, I can see why.

My boys are totally obsessed with the band Imagine Dragons. As you can see, today Tiger decided to have a dance party to his favorite song "Radioactive". After the dance party I showed Tiger some videos of the band on YouTube. As he watched part of a concert he asked, "Is this a talent show? Is that guy a rock star?" And then he said, "Those guys are my friends."

Today is a day

I haven't picked my camera up in so very long which means that I don't have any fun pictures to post which means all I can do is continue to post about my daily life through nothing but words.

My little man is home sick today. He is a pitiful, snotty, moaning sort of mess. He is on a strict diet of TV, movies, and more TV with perhaps some video games thrown in for dessert. Although I really need him to be much better by tomorrow so that I can send him to school so that I can go out to lunch with a friend. I love to go out to lunch.

My wonderful mother was kind enough to come over today to help me with my kitchen. The kitchen is going to be great when it is all done, but for right now I have way too much stuff and not enough places to put it. This causes me to wander around the kitchen aimlessly, talking to myself about where on earth I am going to put everything. Sadly the talking to myself part isn't anything new.

Only 19 more days of school.

Happiness is . . .

A Sink
With Running Water
And
The Added Bonus
Of
A Working Dishwasher
Not That Washing Dishes In The Shower Wasn't Fun
Forever Grateful, I Am
A New Appreciation I Now Have.

Tonight

1. My boys are doing what scouters do, camping in the freezing cold and desperately hoping it doesn't rain.

2. My throat hurts which makes me a teensy bit cranky.

3. Four more days (fingers crossed) until I get my counter tops, but most importantly my sink. I'll say it again, until you have lived without a kitchen sink you truly have no idea. My heartfelt sympathies for anyone who has ever been without a kitchen sink for any length of time. Also, I would have made a horrible pioneer.

4. Since we don't have a bathroom on our main level I have to go to the yucky basement to fill up containers of water for us to drink. I confess that every time I do this I sing (either to myself or out loud) the song that the girl in the man-village sings at the end of The Jungle Book.  I will leave you with that now.

I must go and fetch the water
Til the day that I am grown
Father's hunting in the forest
Mother's cooking in the home.

Today

1. My favorite thing about Mondays is the marathon bath that I am able to get Tiger to take. Since he doesn't have school on Mondays, the day can be very long for both of us.  A nice hour, or two, in the tub can break that up nicely.

2. We are all a bundle of allergies around here. I never really thought much about allergies until I had kids who were majorly affected by the things in which they are allergic. I blame myself for I, too have always had seasonal allergies, nothing major, but they were just always a part of life. At least now I am not alone in my misery. My poor little runny nosed munchkins.

3. Last week was exhausting and insane and I am really looking forward to a nice boring week. Perhaps some laundry will actually get done? Perhaps.

4. A counter guy is coming tonight to measure for new counters. That means that a kitchen sink is in my future. Have I mentioned how much I miss having a kitchen sink? I will forever have sympathy and understanding for anyone who is ever without a kitchen sink for any amount of time. Also, I actually miss cooking and I am sick of eating junk.

5. Has anyone else been noticing lately how much facial work celebrities seem to be having these days? They all look so weird and funky. Just say "no" people!

6. Last night Doug and I finished watching the first season of Sherlock. Very fun. I can hardly wait for the next season to start next month. In the meantime I really should finally start watching Downton Abbey. Yes, I know I am way behind. Yes, I know that I will absolutely love it.

Happy Monday. Let me leave you with the current state of my kitchen. The fun never ends around here.