I'm not crazy, I swear

The Cook's pest control people must thing I'm a crazy woman. First I was busted dancing around and singing practically naked and now I've been observed yelling at the top of my lungs at my well behaved angels.

Here's how it went down. I had meat from Friday in the fridge that had to be stored today. I brought everyone to the middle floor, placed Annabel in her baby seat and got to cleaning and packing. This is a process that usually only takes 20 minutes or so, depending on what I have to freeze. Today it was just pork and chicken...no big deal.

So as I was washing the pork the kids started. First it was running around the circle the middle floor creates. Then it was yelling at each other, then it was tag. I know from past experience this will lead to injury.

"Please stop running!" I yelled out and continued putting the pork chops away.

By the time I'd finished the first bag I'd requested nicely that they stop 4-5 times. I cleaned my hands and intercepted them midrun. I got down on their level and asked again before returning to finish up the pork. When I was done I started on the chicken.

Now, I hate cleaning chicken to freeze. It stinks and I'm terrified of raw chicken contamination. So I don't like to be pulled away with my nasty hands to tend to my little heathens. Of course they went buck wild during this time so I did what any respectful and well meaning Mother does. I yelled and I yelled and yelled some more.

"STOP RUNNING PLEASE! STOP RIGHT NOW!"

Finally I realized the chicken would have to wait. I washed my hands clean and as I was wiping them off I yelled a warning;

"Here I come, you're about to get busted!"

I rounded the corner when I saw him. On the back porch, well within earshot to my yells was the pest control man.

I noticed after the last fiasco a new man was dispatched to take care of all our insect needs. I wonder if this one will request reassignment to.

I just love my children, thanks guys.

You know...

You know you're a stay at home Mother when you're excitedly telling your bus driver that next year your daughter will begin attending their school and you suddenly realize you are clapping your hands together and saying, "yay!"

Please god, let them understand I'm around an infant and toddler all day.

It's Always Something...

Today I decided to get out of the house. I got myself and Annabel ready and after we picked Vincent up from school we went shopping. Thanks to Erin, I knew Old Navy was having a sell and we ended up spending all of our time there.

I manged to get the boys a few things but the main reason for the trip was for Annabel. I picked out several things just for her, including a couple of dresses and a T-Shirt I saw online but was sold out (and I wanted so badly, pictured above).

Afterward I took the kids to McD's and got two happy meals (one for Vince, one for me). Sadly the lid to my coke was loose and it flew off as I grabbed the cup, so my entire shirt and pants were drenched in coke. After that we pretty much hauled ass home to change. Oh well, at least this time all I have to do is change myself and put my clothes into the washer. That I can handle!