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So I know I’ve written far too much in the mommy department, but I couldn’t let this one go even if it is embarrassing.  Last warning guys, bodily fluids and hormones ahead.

Lately the boys have been sneaking into our bed at night and when Tim is away I appreciate the body heat.  What I don’t appreciate is being awoken at 3:40 in the morning by pee.  Not just a little pee, a whole lot of it; soaking my pajamas, me, the sheets, the mattress cover, of course the pee-er.  So let’s just set the scene.  I’m soaked, I have two crying boys, one covered in pee, the other just mad that he’s being sent back to his own room so I can strip my bed.  Not two minutes into this, the baby wakes up with a lovely case of the runs.     So, three kids crying, pee, a dirty diaper, and for icing on the cake the dog is whining because that’s what he does best. At the precise moment I pick up the screaming baby, my period starts.  No, not a trickle, it’s a post pregnancy nightmarish episode.

Sufficient to say I spent a moment telling God that I didn’t find this particularly funny and that I would appreciate some patience STAT.

Well, it’s a little funny now, but then again I’m not currently covered in pee.

And occasionally I can be seen without pajamas.

The second photo was unapologetically stolen from Janet.

Does anyone else feel as though they are drowning in obligations, but still seem to only be running in place?

Before certain people hunt me down.

Here you are.

Each time I sit to nurse Ellie, my two year old thinks it is hilarious to give me hickeys on my side.

As if I weren’t self-conscious enough post-baby, now I’ve got  splotchy love handles.  Worse though is the squicky sensation.  He acts like he’s coming in for a hug, then next thing I know, “Ack, stop it, stop it!”

He knows I’m vulnerable when holding the baby.  What a turd.

I was disgusted this week while listening to news reports about the decision in Maine to allow birth control to be dispensed to eleven year olds without parental knowledge.  When I finally heard more details, learning it was a school health center and that children could only visit after parents consented for the initial visit my reaction was tempered, but only slightly.

I was still annoyed by the reference to these children as young women.

Contrast this with the crime show I viewed while sitting with my son at the Urgent Care.  The story was about the kidnapping of a seventeen year old throughout the program the host referred to her as a child, a little girl, and all I could think about was those veritable babies in Maine.

I understand there are parents who fail, but when are we going to stop undermining the ability of decent parents?  Society tells us to keep our children in line, yet dangles every temptation in front of them, chastises those of us who decide to shelter them while impressionable, tsks tsks nearly any effort at discipline in public, and then howls with outrage if they run wild.

Make up your minds.  You cannot have it both ways.

The husband has recorded a new greeting on our answering machine and sounds like a Yooper.

He also shaved his head.

He did bring home a bottle of wine and some dark chocolate, so I really can’t hold the first two against him.I think it’s high time we got out more, but not until the hair grows back.

The season of contagion has descended upon us once again.

Wash. your. hands.

Although I may jinx everything entirely, Mark seems to be getting the hang of this potty training business. I just have to threaten him with a diaper and he runs to try.  So, don’t be surprised if you stop by for a chat and there’s a half naked monkey running around.  He doesn’t mind a bit and will probably demonstrate his newfound knowledge of anatomy.

If you don’t like it, you can do the laundry.

Someone tell Ellie she needs to sleep tonight or I’m going to crack.

Well, the husband is back on night shift, just in time for Mark’s birthday.  The kids are sleeping, pizza dough is in the bread machine, pizza sauce in the crock pot.  There are steaks marinating for tonight.  Soon I need to bake a cake or cupcakes, I’m not sure which one the little guy wants,  I’ll quiz him when he wakes up.

Five years ago we were struggling to get pregnant, never dreaming our lives, our home, our hands, and our hearts would ever be so full.

• That was quite the storm that rolled through Moncks Corner at 2am.  First we were joined by the dog, at the foot of the bed.  A few thunderous crashes later, Aidan appeared, and shortly after that Mark joined us, too.  So much for a king being plenty big enough.
• Stepdaughter has gone home to Minnesota, I look forward to getting into a routine again, but dread the tantrums associated with big change.
• I am so very thankful for my church.  The dinners provided after Ellie’s birth are just one small aspect of how very generous the members are.
• The boys have discovered that I am less likely to intervene when I’m feeding the baby.  This is causing a lot of irritation.
• Aidan begins “biolin” lessons next week.  I’m excited to find someone who teaches the Suzuki method in the North Area, she’s very reasonable, too.  Today we’re heading out to find a 1/10th violin, wish us luck.
• I love having friends and family willing to be seen in public with the traveling circus that is my life.
• Mark will be two on Sunday, wow.