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SHE SAID:

Time to invest in a bigger vehicle. An old school bus, perhaps. Or maybe a church van. And a couple of leashes. And maybe a muzzle.


Yup, you guessed it, summer is here. Kiddos are out of school, driving me insane, making me wish I had a velcro wall to attach them to. You know, I have thought a lot about this velcro wall thing. I really think I could engineer one of those puppies...


Trying to keep the boys busy is a full time job in itself, which leads me back to the bigger vehicle thing. When I was younger I had to sit on the hump in the backseat of my mom's Chevette in between my 2 older brothers. And they needed.. ahem.. lots of "room". (If you have brothers, you know what I'm talking about) And they always had to make a big deal out of it. And when my sister came along, the 4 of us were shoved in the backseat of that car like sardines in a can. That might be why mom stopped having children after 4. There was no way a carseat would fit in the hatchback of that car. No way.


So, I now own a Ford Focus. Great great car. Just not big enough for us anymore. Between Nick's car seat and the boys...

HE SAID:

Trust me, the car isn't the only thing too small around here. Let's start with the house. Two boys per bedroom, and one that will be in need of a room soon. And of course what about being able to watch a little television now and again. There is so much background noise that some days Maria just gives up on the idea all together. On top of that with all the bicycles around here we really need about 10 acres just to keep it from looking like a used bike lot!

But seriously, with the new government mandates on cars that they are wanting we will need to hire a fleet of the little matchboxes to get the entire family around. How's that for saving the environment. But of course we'd be creating jobs by hiring drivers! You be the judge.

In the meantime I'll be looking for a nice BIG Ford Expedition so we can head out to the beach in just one vehicle... together.

Things that go bump in the night..

They say you learn something new every day. Well, I learned how big of a chicken I really am.. and just how detrimental a big imagination can be..

The big revelation occurred when Tony left town for 7 days to travel to Montana for his daughter's high school graduation. SEVEN days. Man, that's a loooong time. It felt longer than forever the day he left. My last ditch efforts to tag along on the trip failed. I kept hearing things like, "But you just had a baby a week ago.. " and "You just got home from the hospital 4 days ago"... and supposedly those were good enough reasons for me and baby not to go with. And of course, the tears did nothing to help my case because those were easily dismissed as postpartum hormones.

Ok, I can do this. I can handle a week without Tony. I mean, I'm old hat when it comes to being just myself and my children in the house. Right? I mean, I can do this! No big deal...

I heard noises. I called Tony to tell him that I heard noises. It's 3:00 in the morning and I swear that I heard noises. It sounded like a car with bass in the stereo sitting outside. I couldn't bring myself to walk to the front of the house and look outside. It's too dark to see out there anyway. And what if I go to look out of the blinds and see someone or something outside? My stomach turned at the mere thought.

So, this lasted the whole time he was gone. The noises. Me freaking out over every little shift and creak... It lasted until Tony came home. Then they mysteriously went away.

I had never heard them before because Tony was always here.

Missing: Sanity

Stay at home moms should be given big huge gigantic awards that are ridiculously bedazzled and too heavy to carry. They should be given special parking spots at wal-mart and there should be red carpet and confetti raining from above constantly. Just for them.

I don't know how they do it. I don't know how they do it AND stay sane. Since I've been home, I have realized just how impatient I really am when it comes to the kids. Here all this time, I have lived a sheltered life of working and being away from them for half the day. Now it's all day long, 24/7, 3 meals per day. Wow. I'm ready to get back to work. I thought you mello out the older you get, but I seem to be going in reverse on that one.

I am not sure that Tony fully understands my need to go back to work. I'm sure the day he comes home and I've built a velcro wall in the living room and all 4 of the boys are stuck up there, he'll get the picture....