You're Fired Friday!

If I was working a paid job, I'd be fired today! That's right "You're Fired"! I really stink at my job. I guess totally isn't true but yeah I stink at this mothering/housewife job, I decided to take seven plus years ago. I have done my time. I wish I could file for unemployment, too bad the USA doesn't see this as a "real" job.

So as I was trying to pack away some stuff in our kitchen, actually the 20 lbs of ceramic items I made at my Wednesday night class, the kids, just Two and T-rex, decided to clean out cupboards and drawers because as Two said "Me go back to Exas today." Thus resulting in this.

Before I had a chance to mention we still have a month left. She went on to sort shoes and T-Rex decided some of them needed to be washed. Ok so not failing too bad right now, at least they are trying to help me here as my personal assistants. Though as a house cleaner, I have been fired.

Did I mention that my house was clean on Wednesday night, and somehow I woke up to it looking like this? I am so fired as a maid.

And then while I was looking through something, I think the cupboards I found this homework sheet of Bee's--Can't read it? It says "3rd copy, No progress! Please work with her AND return this paper daily!" I don't think I ever saw this paper, and luckily this morning I sent the "second" copy to school with her and we practiced it, and she got them all right. So I fail at encouraging studying at home, I mean my goodness 8 hours of kindergarten isn't enough? So I am fired as after school tutor.

And as if my kids haven't gotten into enough this morning, I failed to feed them. Oh yeah my job as a chef...I'm fired. At least T-rex is resourceful enough to feed himself. Not to mention make sure the table and chairs and floor are fed as well.

Anyone looking to hire, a not so clean, unorganized, uneducating, non culinary Lady?

Check Engine Light is On

You know that little orange button that pops up in your car and says "check engine soon", you look at it and go "okay maybe later." I mean how soon is soon? When will something really go wrong? Often times the next time you turn on the engine it has turned off.

But then what if it doesn't?

You go to the local shop, have them plug in their little machine and it runs a little test and pops up with some code, they look it up in the code book and tell you that 247ghb means you need a new spark plug, or your transmission is going out. You know now why the light is on and you can get it fixed.

Why as humans didn't we come with little "check engine soon" lights, and better yet, why don't doctors have little probes to stick in you and run a test and go "Oh code 4fart, you just have gas." Sure would make life easier now wouldn't it.

As I was walking today, unable to turn my head to see if cars were coming to cross the street, and limping so hard on my right to avoid walking on my totally out of use left foot, that my right leg began to cramp, I couldn't push the stroller because my left elbow can't bend. I realized that pain is a little check engine light button. But like that little light I ignore pain. Many times thinking it is because I am just out of shape (which I am) or tired (which I am) or just a wimp (don't think I am too much of a wimp.)

Needless to say if I had a light it would be bright and light on my forehead. If I knew of a shop to go to I'd just take myself there. Yeah Yeah I could go to the doctors because well I haven't been able to walk well on my foot for over a month or two...but for some reason I just think it will get better, that the next time I walk the light will be off....

And on another note, What the heck happened to my house??? It was like we walked out yesterday and came home to a vandalized house..how does that happen? I don't think the fact that Eric was alone with the kids last night had anything to do with it, or the fact that T-Rex and Two got into a chocolate cake fight all over the kitchen, or the fact that someone decided to take out all the laundry and throw it across the floor....oh my do I hear water running??? better limp off!

Then

What Happens While I Blog and the Kids Don't have School!

Ice gets put in a bucket, spilling ice and water all over the floor, then dumped and swept off the back patio.

(the ice dumping in the bucket caught my attention to the messes going on.)

Toys dumped all over their room as they search for the perfect thing to play with.

I mean come on isn't the TV enough for entertainment these days?

T-Rex decides Pretzels make a great dance floor or something! And since T-Rex did the mess "all by himself" I am amazed at how my little one year old climbed on top of the kitchen counter and climbed to a top shelf pulled the pretzels out , crossed the kitchen floor, carrying that whole Costco sized bag all by himself and made it with out spilling it until in front of the TV. Amazing, truly amazing.

Come on who did it?

"Not me"

So I guess T-rex is really a climber.

Baby Olympics here he comes.

Two thinks its great to help him dump the rest of the bag, I mean who wouldn't! Especially when there is a photo opp! She even stops to say "Cheese" for the picture.

G-man builds a fort behind the couches, can't really see it but the blankets connect the two couches leaving a little fort area to hide behind and dump more toys.

So who is ready to help clean up??

"It's not my fault."

"I didn't do it."

Well everyone gets to clean up no one's messes!

Care to join us??

You get to go swimming after it is all done.