You know. It is what it is.
When Kev left for work this morning, our conversation went a little like this:
Him: How you doin'?
Me: Just kind of easing in.
Him: I'm not sure there's any way to just ease back in around here.
Me: Duly noted.
|Insert picture of a "birthday gift" from Dad. A skull of something found on one of their adventures. |
I shall treasure it forever...
The Good: Ransom pooped on the potty for Grammy three times this week! Nice...considering I haven't even begun the potty training process yet.
The Bad: He came back to me with some funky Hand Foot and Mouth crud that's been going around.
The Ugly: Not sure where he even got it or how many kids he's exposed in the meantime.
The Good: I got pickles started in the kitchen sink before we went to pick the boys up. Very proud of myself for getting them started so early in the day.
The Bad: When they got home, Ransom was playing in the sink....(I forgot about the pickles, or I never would have let him up there)...and at one point I looked over, and my precious cukes and onions were covered in soap bubbles. Fantastic.
The Ugly: I made the pickles anyway. After a long, long rinse off in the sink followed by a re-distributing of the pickling salt, I went for it anyway. Don't worry. They're labeled and will not be given out as gifts. I promise.
|True story. Here they are.|
The Bad: Jesse was "crafting" at the table this morning and his project flew across the table spilling the entire vase of water.
The Ugly: My kitchen had a small ocean in the middle of it first thing this morning.
The Bad: One has a bit of a "tude" and keeps hissing and growling at everyone.
The Ugly: I actually called the shelter back to see if I can trade out. The owner said I could, but I'm suffering from Adoption Guilt. I'm going to give her a few more days to mend the error of her ways...
The Bad: Jesse wants to change her name to "Charles."
The Ugly: The fact that Jesse wants to name his girly cat "Charles."
The Bad: Well, you know. I don't have a whole lot of self control when it comes to my Dad's fudge. And I already told the boys we could have cobbler for lunch.
The Ugly: I'm on my fourth piece of fudge and it's only noon...
There's more...but suffice it to say ~ The boys are indeed back in town!!
And it's good. This - the right here and right now - is life as I know it.
The crazy with the good.
The pockets of peace with the wildness.
The sanity with the utterly insane.
When they are with me day in and day out, I feel like I might indeed go crazy, and then when they are away from me for a couple of days, I miss them like crazy, too!
They have ruined me forever, these boys of mine...