So I've started writing posts lately that aren't about my kids only to stop and pitch them halfway through.
I just don't feel like I have an opinion, one way or another, about anything lately.
(Except Octomom. That bitch is crazy.)
Hub's training schedule with the new job has been harsh, leaving next to no time for him to be with the family. Its somehow worse than his old schedule when we worked completely opposite hours and we never saw each other. I guess then I had a schedule, a routine...and I was used to it.
This is back and forth and sideways.
Then flip it over, smack it and send it on its way.
And we're not ready to sell our house and I'm sick of working on it. Its a huge mess and I have absolutely zero motivation to do anything about it.
I've been reading a lot, and trying to play with the boys a bit more. We had a 30 minute Moon Sand party yesterday afternoon just before dinner. That stuff? Is the devil. Gets EVERYWHERE. And you can't wash it off. I mean, you can, but then you can't wash it down the drain. After Nick washed his hands I walked into the bathroom to find a sparkly blue sink. (My cousin gave them glittery Moon Sand. Just wait till she has kids! BWA-HA-HA-HA!)
(Oh, and Nick taught Will to say 'teapot' and nothing pleases Nick more than to have Will say it out of the blue. I'll hear them whispering in the cart at the grocery store or in the back seat on the way to the Y and know that next I'll hear Will shouting 'TEAPOT!!!')
So my life feels a bit like scrambled eggs right now. Not necessarily bad, but kinda messy and after so long I'd just like something else, you know? Like an omlet, or an egg sandwich, or...a steak.
So...no happy goofy pictures today. No kids with messy faces, no silly videos. Just me...in my sweatpants.