Sometimes I think people think our life is so perfect, so happy and so lovey that it should be a Hallmark movie.
Our life is super real. And it's all those above things too. But here is a glimpse of our real life for you all...
When we woke up Thanksgiving morning, we checked traps. As in mouse traps. And we had caught three. I literally did a happy dance. The boys gave high fives. We have been trying to catch these little mice for two weeks...they were so little they could eat and run. Well, they got fat enough finally.
My happiest moment of all of Thanksgiving was watching my brother crawl around on the floor and get my super cranky niece to scream and giggle and watch Jr attack his suddenly grizzly bear Daddy. Literally I almost cried it was so precious and so funny and so great and just so my brother.
My Dad did that with him and I like, last week wasn't it? Weren't we just those ages?
This morning, when I woke up, I was literally laying on the side of the bed. I could not lay on my back or I'd crush Jake. I could not lay on my tummy or I'd be on the floor. I had hardly a sheet on me and it took all my mostly asleep strength to pull just enough of the comforter to wrap me up a bit so I could go back to sleeping. There was, in our queen sized bed, S2, S3 and S4.
I wonder why I wake up like an old woman, shuffling for the coffee pot, holding my side that still hasn't healed from the tripping incident and catch a glimpse of me, dark circles under my eyes and rats nest in my hair? It's shocking. As in scary shocking.
But I tell you what, when those chubby little arms fling over and cuddle me closer, I do feel loved.
And realize that it's sad S1 doesn't cuddle in bed with us in the middle of the night anymore.
S4 declared we had too many people in this family, too many brothers. Then when Hubs asked him when we should have stopped having boys and he realized that whenever they would have stopped would have meant no him, he decided that we had the perfect number of brothers. But he was up for having S3 sent to him room for awhile.
We went and got our Christmas tree yesterday. It's lovely. And it's not decorated. It's not decorated because it's so lovely in the raw form...no...it's not decorated because in order to get the decorations I have to clean a path through the spare room. Seriously. That it's not decorated makes S4 so very sad.
And makes me feel even further behind.
My house is such a mess that I would be mortified if someone stopped in. Today I finally took the dead hanging basket down from where it hung on our front porch. But I just set it on the front porch...
I told Hubby that I was desperate to write. He metioned I could in my spare time...
I have no spare time.
I sometimes think my head is a whirlwind of half thoughts and half finished projects.
I didn't even get my sister a birthday gift this week.
And my best friends birthday package is upstairs, half put together, not sent out. Her birthday was in September.
So, if I don't blog often, know its not because words aren't bouncing in my head desperate to get written. I am typing out this rambling bunch because they screamed the loudest. And then I'll be off to re-clean the kitchen, recheck the mouse traps, make dinner, clear all the unfolded socks off the table so we can eat the dinner I have yet to make....
But I'll be thinking of all the blogs I want to write.
And all the walking runs I wish I were doing every day.
And being totally and fully and gratefully thankful for my insanely loud boys, my messy house and my hardworking hubby.
Because I am blessed. And my life is BETTER than a Hallmark movie.