Send in the Clowns

I’m tired today. The kind of tired where you feel like your feet are stuck in mucky mud all day and you just can’t get moving. It’s the unmistakable tired of “I’m getting sick”, which makes sense because all 3 kids have some hacking nonsense going on. The joy……

Our weekend was eventful in a non-eventful kind of way. Hub switched the bedrooms around and we bought Lucy a new bed, so that Liv can (finally) move in to the crib. It’s a Tinkerbell bed complete with canopy, and it is so purple and delicious, that I could just die. I always wanted a bed with a canopy when I was a little girl, so somehow, she is fulfilling my childhood dreams.

And speaking of utterly delicious, I made a peanut butter mousse pie on Sunday that save for my crappy crappy crust, was a-m-a-z-i-n-g. OMFG. Hub printed it out from one of those screens at the grocery store and brought it home, so proud of his discovery. He even bought the spring form pan it required. We didn’t let it chill long enough on Sunday, but yesterday, after a full day of fridge time---it was divine. I’m really regretting sending a huge slab of it off to MIL’s house.

I was off yesterday, so Hub and I celebrated Valentines Day with lunch and a movie and then Starbucks while the kids went to school. We picked them all up and went to Tae Kwon Do together for the first time since I went back to work. It was a really nice day.

I’m leaving work soon, and Hub and I will pass each other briefly before he goes off to work. The big kids have been horrible at bedtime recently when Hub isn’t home. They’re just not interested in listening to me, or staying in bed. Then the second that I even start to get upset, they start crying that they miss daddy. Which escalates in to hysterical sobs. Yesterday, Lucy went so far as to say “When will we be a family again, Mama??” through her hysteria. I had to stifle laughter at first, and probed her as to why she thought we weren’t a family. Because I hollered at her, and don’t love her, and Daddy isn’t home. SO apparently, I have to give them free reign at bedtime, otherwise, I do not love them. We are making a chart tonight to track good bedtimes. I think I could deal with Bud, but Lucy is just so extreme……

In other news, the baby is saying “Eddie”. At first, I thought it was a fluke. But she sees him and clear as day says “Ed-Dee”. My mother didn’t believe me either, and today Liv saw Bud’s picture on my mom’s shelf. Clear as day—“Ed-Dee”.

Smart girl. She also claps. She is available for parties.