Are you ready for some FOOTBALL???
But yet, here we are. August. And Pop Warner football season has begun.
So has the chaos.
This season, all 3 boyz are playing. Hubby is (again) coaching Eldest. And Middle and Baby are embarking upon their first football season, together on the same team. A parent has to be in attendance at each practice/game. So by default, while Hubby is off coaching, I am required to sit at the little guys' 2+ hour practices each night. Thinking about all the things I could/should be doing at home in the Trenches, like clutter-control, cleaning, laundry, etc.
So yeah. Fun times.
(And yes, I may bitch a lot this season, but honestly? The boyz LURVE playing football. So it's all good.)
(And they are completely wiped out at night! Bonus.)
Note to self:
If Middle wakes up in the Middle of the night sniffling, don't assume he just has a stuffy nose. Go check on him immediately.
Because if you don't? Soon afterwards you will hear a pitiful whine of, "Mommy? I can't get my nose to stop bleeding."
And then when you go to check on him? And realize that he does, indeed, have a gusher?
In your quest to obtain more tissues, you will turn on the bathroom light and think someone got murdered. Because the bathroom will resemble a horrific crime scene with blood covering the floor, the toilet, and the sink.
And you will find yourself scrubbing a bathroom (and a 6-year old sleepy child) at 4am.
So next time?
Get your ass out of bed pronto.
On a whim this past weekend, we attended an Open House in the neighborhood across the street from our subdivision. A neighborhood that possesses a plethora of little boys. A neighborhood where we already know some of the families. A neighborhood that would be perfect for us...if only that frigging money tree would GROW, DAMMIT! in our backyard.
We had the boyz with us. They eagerly scampered through the (much bigger than our current) house.
After a thorough inspection, Hubby and I were chatting with the realtor in the (big and awesome) kitchen. Baby, tapping the stainless steel refrigerator and looking pointedly at the realtor, inquired, "'Scuse me? Is this Electrolux?"
And finally, I'll leave you with this Deep Thought to pontificate upon:
Kinda like if a tree falls in the woods...If a blogger blogs but everyone else is at BlogHer, will anyone read it?