Author: Melissa

At which time I will be locking myself in my bedroom. Probably with a glass of wine. Or possibly a martini. And not coming out for at least an hour.

For the record, I will never be buying V8 Splash juice again. And I am extremely thankful for Resolve.

Lets just leave it at that.

Also – let the record show that Ellie threw up EXACTLY 24 HOURS after entering Chuck E. Cheese. Coincidence? I. THINK. NOT.

My boy Colin is also sick. I'm not sure what's wrong with him – he hasn't thrown up, but he has a very high fever. He's been asleep for the last 4 hours, so hopefully that will help him feel better.

I was able to fall asleep around 11, after Ellie got sick in my bathroom. (The girls sleep on our floor when they are sick. We learned VERY quickly that sick children in bunk beds is NOT a good combination.) Then Colin woke up at 12. Then Ellie woke up at 1:30. Then Colin was up at 3. And 4. And 5. And then we just stayed up. Clearly sleep was not in the cards.

Good thing I'm not sick because if I had to be without coffee this morning, I would be bumping into walls and putting cereal in the fridge and milk in the pantry. I'm going to go check on Colin now… he's been asleep for an awfully long time.

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UPDATE: He just called to say he will be 2 hours late. Nice.

Words cannot express what I'm feeling right now.

Why does Husband always seem to be traveling when this hits?

As of today, our house is officially off the market.

Allelujah, Amen. Kids, go make a mess. Go nuts.

It was still on because the man we were buying the new house from was waiting for us to sell. But as interest rates (and monthly payments) were rising and our house was NOT SELLING, we realized that maybe we needed to walk away. It was a hard decision but we're feeling peaceful about deciding to stay here.

Anyway, we had rented out a storage unit to empty out the house a bit and stage it properly. So we had until today to empty the storage place and somehow manage to fit everything back into our house. So, being the responsible people we are, we picked up a van load and brought it home. Then on Sunday morning, while fixing the seat in the van, Husband hurt his back.

Perfect timing. I mean, Poor baby. (No, he actually really hurt himself and could barely walk. He wasn't faking. Really.)

So that meant that I had to empty the storage place. And get everything back into the house, clean out the attic and crawl space, and reorganize things. Me. Alone. Crud.

But, its done. And I can barely. move. My arms and legs are so sore, its ridiculous. Even with all my strength training and 'shredding' I apparently am still a huge wimp. But our house is back to normal (read: messy) and I'm feeling great after a good purge of all the unnecessary junk that was laying around here. I just love getting rid of stuff!

And my shop is back open! After closing it while we  pretended we were going to move but were actually just kidding were busy, its back in business. And things are flying out of the store! Apparently people were waiting for us to reopen or something. Who knew? Not everything is in there yet, but enjoy!!

Special offer. 15-month-old baby boy. Likes include not eating, making messes, screaming at the top of his lungs and hitting people. Dislikes obeying Mommy, eating food that is not yogurt or goldfish, being quiet, sleeping at nighttime and sitting still. He's quite heavy, yet likes to be carried, so think of the arm workout you'll get! He can be quite charming when he wants to be. Can hold his own around older children and large dogs. A bunch of noisy toys and a free pair of earplugs included with your purchase.

**** I'm just kidding, of course. Bangs head against wall.

I was rocking my baby boy to sleep last night when I made a disturbing discovery:

He doesn't smell like baby anymore.

My eyes immediately filled with tears.

How did that slip away without my noticing? Just yesterday, he was my little peanut. Now he's running around the yard, eating dirt, talking up a storm and throwing rather impressive temper tantrums.

His babyhood is over.

How did that go by so fast? I can barely cuddle him anymore. First because he's so big, but also because he wants to run around constantly and cuddling involves sitting still.

It went too fast. I now have a little man on my hands. He's adorable, he's delightful, he's hilarious… but I miss my baby.

I really should be working on the house today. This weekend we are moving everything from storage back into the house, which we cleared out when we put it on the market. So now we have to find somewhere to put everything. I love living in s staged house with no clutter. Sigh.

Anyway, I think that MUCH of the stuff we stored is getting thrown away, given away or sold on ebay. If we didn't use it for 3 months, we're taking a good, hard look at whether we need it at all.

Yesterday I cleaned out the attic. Despite nearly passing out from heat exhaustion and being barely able to life my arms, I'm very proud. Particularly of clearing out the boxes that we never unpacked when we moved in. Four years ago! (We're not the only ones with boxes like that, right?)

Today I really should tackle either the shed or the crawl space, but am feeling supremely unmotivated. 90% of my unmotivation has to do with having had ZERO caffeine today. I'm also distracted because I want to get back on track with my 30-Day Shred, due to, ummm, recent events. Guess I'll start with the mountain of laundry and see where the day takes me.

"Mommy, do you have another baby in your belly?"

*pause due to utter speechlessness*

"Ex-CUSE ME!??!?!"

No ice cream for me tonight, thanks. I'll be over here doing crunches instead.

The baby crawls out of the room (To avoid what is being unleashed on his big sisters.)

You make your kids cry. (Not 'throwing a fit' crying. But that horrible, tragic crying where they are silent with big tears sliding down their cheeks.)

You feel insanely guilty instantly. (Actually, the phrase "chopped liver" may be more appropriate.)

Actually, I felt guilty while I was yelling at them, but ignored it. (Being the fantastic mom that I am.)

Your daughter asks, "Will you forgive me, Mom? Please? Please forgive me, Mommy!" (Apparently under the assumption that someone this angry couldn't possibly be ready to forgive something)

Your kids try to be extra sweet for the rest of the day (For fear of waking the sleeping dragon)

Your kids wake up the next morning and say, "We're going to be soo good today, Mom! Super dooper good!!" (Humph. Maybe a little fear isn't so bad…)

Off to go work off some guilt now!