A Poopy Day

Both literally and figuratively.

There was not enough snow on the ground for my taste this morning.  If it's gonna be cold and snowy, then it should be massively snowy.  Not barely, melting by 2pm.

Some people struggle getting their children into pajamas, not me.  I can be heard hollering at Carson 7,000 times a day "You are NOT going to wear your pajamas!  Put your clothes back on, NOW!"  It's like an obsession/compulsion to him.  It may be my fault since I rarely change him out of his p.j.'s but as soon as I do, he finds a pair somewhere, usually dirty, and starts putting them on.  He can be wearing pajamas and see another pair and change.  We're seriously talking multiple times a day.

This afternoon Sophie, Carson and I were all in the main bathroom with poop on our hands.  It was great.  Most fun I've had in years.  How you wonder?  I know you're dying for the details.  I'll spare you.  Consider it my gift.

As I was washing the dishes this afternoon, I decided to water my house plants.  I lined them up on the window sill in the kitchen window and spilled a little water as I poured it in.  I decided to wipe it all up after I was done with the dishes, cleaning the backsplash/sill at the same time.  Problem?
There's these funky raised marks now in the shape of the spilled water and the bottom of the pots.  I really don't get it.  Too bad this isn't the first weird issue I've had with that window.  Good thing I've still not painted over the last one.

Carson is trying to break himself of naps.  It's not working for this mama.  I've now resorted to sitting with him to get him to sleep.  It sucks.  Mainly because I get all sleepy sitting in there and it breaks any small streak of energy/cleaning I'm experiencing.  Rachael called today while I was putting him down and I yelled the whole time.  At him, about myself, etc.  It was great fun and highly counter productive.  She hasn't answered any of my calls since...I don't blame her.


I've been using a kid size toothbrush for a week or more now, ever since mine went missing.  I keep forgetting to buy a new one.  Today, while brushing my teeth, I made a mad dash for the phone and spit/dropped the toothbrush in the sink once I realized it was someone from U of Phoenix for Jason.  I just found it while doing the third load of dishes today.  Guess Jason's going to Walmart again tonight...I just washed my hands in that sink after the whole poop experience.

But hey, I made myself cupcakes w/ cream cheese frosting last night and Jason brought home a 12 pack of diet coke and my order of beadboard wallpaper finally came in after I ordered it two weeks ago, so maybe, just maybe, my dining room will be finished soon.  At least the lower half of the walls.

And since everythings better with a picture....

Here's the least favorite chair I've been sitting in which happens to be sportin' the random pillow I made that I love for now...And for the few of you that may notice that is Jason's PC that he randomly stuck the apple icon on.  It makes me laugh all the time.  I don't know why.