Welcome to my life..my family..my world..unedited.

Yeah, yeah, so I haven’t posted in a while!! I’d like to tell you all the fabulous things I’ve been busy doing, but…er…well…not so much exciting going on here.  At the same time, I’m absurdly busy. {SHRUG}
Friday brought a little warm weather, so we played in the yard/driveway, mowed the lawn (me), drank a bunch of beer (mike and the neighbor), had a pizza picnic in the dark, and oh, yeah, contemplated sending our dog back to the place from which she came – much tears and frustration ensued (me).  
The dog? Bit the little girl from down the street. You know, the people that are our age that have a little girl that never get to come down and partake in the driveway festivities? The ones that finally came down? The little girl that is enamored with all dogs, even mine that barks?  Yeah, them.  Well, unfortunately, no one saw it, but one second said little girl is toddling into the yard, perhaps screeching with delight as she does, and the next second she is crying and bleeding.  My.dog.bit.her.  WTF???  My dog, who is a clumsy ox, who weighs 85+ pounds, who is good with my kids and the …

Look what I made for Matt’s “birthday” snack today!  His teacher is celebrating all the summer birthdays before school is over – fun!!  So I just had to do something cool – their class is studying insects this week.

How was your day?  Get anything good??  My day was lovely.  We all slept in late, had Tim Horton’s for breakfast, lazed around for awhile and then got to scrapbooking.  My wise and wonderful husband had control of the boys for the day and even took them grocery shopping to gather supplies for dinner and dessert.  Then, while they played, he made dinner – my favorite enchiladas!  In addition, he cleaned the kitchen AND the playroom that was a major disaster area.
As mothers, we often expect or want more for our day.  Some signs of appreciation for all that we do; some sort of acknowledgment of our hard work, long hours and lack of pay for being all things to our family.  Some show that we are needed and wanted; loved and adored.
Every year for the past 3 I have asked for the day to be by myself.  I need my alone time, and what better way to be the best mama I can than by taking my day to relax and do what I want.  This year was different in that I didn’t have anyone running upstairs crying and screaming for me; the boys were happy and didn’t need …

Even though we were in the car for like 47 hours today…
and even though we couldn’t find an outdoor fire pit for the deck…
and even though there were, at times, tremendous amounts of whining…
we had a nice day.
even though it took us forever to get out of town (which is not unusual around here)…
even though we had to deal with Matt crying about wanting to go to a town 40 minutes away in the complete opposite direction because he wanted to see a big fountain they have in the center of town…
and even though we took a really long detour
we still had a nice family day.
We met her: and put down our deposit. We get to bring her home in about 4 weeks. Squee!! Anyone want to help us choose a name for this sweet little girl??
My boys got awesome spiky-hair haircuts and look totally older and so damn handsome.
We got to go to Lakeshore and buy learning stuff (totally think I must have been a teacher in a previous life).
We got to grill out steaks and eat on the deck.
We got to play in the driveway and drink beer (me and …

I watch them playing together and I am thrilled. I couldn’t ask for much more than for them to be friends. But then, I find myself getting frustrated with Matt and I say things like Please answer your brother. Your brother is talking to you! Matt! Please answer Preston! Preston has looked up to his big brother since birth. When Matt ignores him, my heart hurts. While Matt loves him immensely and seems to enjoy being with him, he’s also reaching the age where he realizes that Preston can’t do everything he can do. And maybe, just maybe, he’d rather be alone instead of with his baby brother.
I also see Matt getting bigger. He is mentally beyond his physical age – 4.5 going on 7 sometimes. Not to mention that he listens like a teenager – that is, not really at all.  And it’s our fault. They are spoiled.  And while they are pretty nearly always awesome in public, that doesn’t really make up for the non-awesomeness they display regularly at home.
I find myself saying STOP! and GUYS/BOYS! in increasing loudness until I just want to scream at the top of my lungs.  I’m …