Another one of THOSE days....

The day can never be good when it starts out with Alex waking me up by saying "Mommy, I dropped my toothbrush down the drain in the bathroom sink." Plus side? At least he was brushing his teeth. Down side? Of course I had to dismantle the drain to get it out - pre-caffeine.

And why exactly is there nothing on/in this drain preventing crap like this from happening???

One of the things we did while we were out today was stop at the carwash to vacuum the road trip out of the van. In the process, the kids were not picking up the trash to get it out of the van fast enough so I started doing it. Later, Emily had a meltdown because I apparently threw away a pair of her earrings that were in a tiny plastic bag in the cupholder of the van.

Um, hello? Not my fault. Why is this not my fault? (1.) Earrings should not be kept in plastic bags. (2.) The aforementioned plastic bags should not be kept in the cupholder of the van. (3.) They shouldn't be in the van to start with. (4.) You weren't picking up your own crap and getting it out of the van like I told you to do 87 times so far today.

Bottom line: we went back to the carwash, did some dumpster trashcan diving, and found the earrings.

Of course, Alex slipped back into his routine of crapping in his pants today. Twice. No pictures of that though. You're welcome.

A bonus of those cards you get at the grocery store? Here ya go. I knew they tracked my purchases to send me coupons (thankyouverymuch) but didn't realize that they'd use it to tell me that they might have accidentally killed me.

Of course, I have ONE package of that turkey in my freezer. Which means we already ate 3 or 4 of them, and we haven't died yet.....but yeah, I'll be returning the last one just to be safe. Oh, what it says under that part is that they may contain salmonella.

Along the same lines, while I was cleaning the boys' room today, I found an empty hot dog package under Alex's bed. Last I knew, it was a brand-new package. I questioned him about it and he admitted to taking it, biting it open, and eating every single hot dog. Raw. OK, I know people that do that, but to me it is completely and utterly disgusting. But rawness (*shudder*) aside, the point is that I am so freakin' sick and tired of this kid swiping food, eating it, and then trying to hide the wrappers in his room. He's not starving, dammit! It's not like I don't feed him - but he constantly steals food. Going to have to look into padlocking the refrigerator door - seriously.

The girls' room. Enough said. They have been threatened with what will happen if it is not CLEAN tonight - actually they were given a one hour time limit, and since they actually focused on it and got a lot done, I allowed them extra time to continue and see what they actually do with it. I am so sick and tired of telling them to clean it. It's a losing battle, I swear.









Anyway, hopefully things will mellow out. They're all finishing up supper and then they're getting baths and going to bed. I have a project to work on (Fuzzy's Reconstructive Surgery - that post will come upon completion of the project) and I'm going to work on that until I can't take it anymore and I pass out from exhaustion.