T.G.I.F.

Its Friday, which means absolutely nothing to a SAHM. Well it means absolutely nothing to me. We don't have school or classes or pressing matters to attend to throughout the week, so everyday really bleeds together. I'm lucky if I know what day it is, ever. Regardless, it IS Friday which is exciting for most people.

This has been the WORST week. Ever. Period. No contest. It has drained the life out of me. A random, inexplicable illness has taken hold of my house that makes my kids whiney and unable to hear me. Or they've become possessed. Same difference.

Even though Friday is no different than any other day of the week to us, I'm glad it's here because it means I've survived this week from Hell and can try again on Monday, when Matt gets back. If I'm not shaking in a corner by the time he gets here.

In lighter news, look how cute my demon children were for about a minute.

Almost friends

Folks, my kids are friends, kinda, almost. The haven't really showed much interest in each other before this without me forcing them upon one another while screaming "you love each other!" like a crazy person.

There was the fascination Max had with new baby Ellie when we first brought her home but that only lasted three seconds and then he was over it. E always follows Max around, imitating him, like a younger sibling ought to. But, they were never really friends, which had bothered me a bit, because duh, built in friend guys, utilize the convenience. But more and more, I'm noticing them hanging out together, playing or chasing each other. I love every minute of it. Even if it only lasts for a minute.

The other day while I was vacuuming, I rolled up their play matt, tossed it to the side and kept going. They had turned it into a bed and when I finally turned the vacuum off, I heard giggles coming from the living room.

This is what I found, two friends playing.

in co-ordinating Mickey/Minnie Mouse jams, for good measure

I hummed the theme song from "Friends" the entire time I wrote this post. You're welcome for not just typing it out and calling it a day.

Our Weekend 009

It's finally February. January is always rough, the decorations from Christmas are gone and the weather is less than stellar. But then February arrives, and while it's still cold and nothing of note happens in this month, at least it's short. So there's that.

We spent last week and most of our weekend organizing, cleaning and going to job interviews (if you're Matt). It was a whirlwind five days home for Matt and we didn't really get to enjoy it very much.

Our new to us cabinets arrived on Friday thanks to Matt and the lovely people who sold them to us. Four in total and they're pretty much perfect. In every way. They are big and roomy, mid century, walnut, German made and dreamy. They're arrival prompted me to re-organize everything in my house to justify having them and giving them a purpose besides being beautiful. Wouldn't it be nice if we all had that problem?

featuring a rare appearance from Penny cat.

We did have dinner with friends on Friday, they brought Chinese takeout because they're the best, is why. And we went to playgroup at the library, but other than that the last five days have been a blur. I think. I'm not sure of anything anymore, my brain is mush.

Sunday we had planned on having a Superbowl party but then half of our party had to cancel - you were missed friends! - so it ended up being us and Katie (hetero-life mate extrordinaire). It was a lot of fun despite it being not really a party and more three adults eating way too much junk food while one enjoyed the game... me. And, then Denver lost immediately, so.

Oh, and the babies watch me do yoga from time to time and have picked up on it.

Max is crazy flexible...

I have big news I'd like to share soon(ish) but for now that's it. Cliffhanger!