really?!?

do you want to know why the settlers had a hard time here? do you want to know why jamestown didn't work? its because this place blows! even in modern times, where i have a pretty steady temperature, everything rots! i have never lived in a place where onions and potatoes turn so easily. if it weren't for the spare instant mashed i have in the pantry, tomorrow would be a mashed potato free holiday! stupid virginia!

i think i need a new coffee pot. not only does it sound like its dying, but when i put my usual six and a half cups of water (to get six cups) only FIVE come out. i don't know for sure, but when your coffee pot drinks a cup in the morning before you do, i can't help but think it will be a long day...

fair.

sometimes i wake up in the morning and right away think, "It's not FAIR!" i feel childish for thinking it, but it's what i feel. it's not fair to have to wake up 27 times because the house is full of snot and germs and teething. it's not fair that my husband isn't home to take out the trash, and i have to do it. it's not fair that the only way to clean the kitchen is to get out of my warm bed before all the others do!

and it isn't. it isn't fair.

it isn't fair to those women that have a hard time conceiving that it was ridiculously easy for my to have my three healthy beautiful kids. it isn't fair to those folks that have multiple jobs, just to keep food on the table, that i complain about feeding my dog. it's not fair to the spouses, who lost their wives and husbands in war, that i complain that mine is away for a night.

it's not fair. to anyone.

and i have to remember to just be thankful to actually HAVE what i complain about.

it's not fair how Lucky i am.

Today is the grossest day.

So out of three kids, three kids have runny snotty noses. Two are hacking and one is going through bibs so fast I am sure dehydration isn't far behind. While desperately trying to get the coffee on this morning Miss Kitty was happily gumming a LIVE CATERPILLAR! Like, it was still wriggly when I pulled it out of her mouth! And since I never wear my glasses I didn't know what it was until it wasdisgustingly close to my face. UGH!
Cut to Mr. J in the bathroom screaming at me that I NEED TO COME WIPE! When I told him "No, you have to try before I come in." he responded with "No. Wiping butts is gross. YOU do it!"

Ah... To be a Mom.