Break It Down

It has been a few days since I updated.  I have blogger’s block.  I can’t think of anything to write about, even though plenty has been happening.  I thought I would give a rundown of the latest days events and let the record speak for itself.

Friday:

Went to church Mommy group at local cafe, on best behavior.

Received text from Harrison, the sheriff is at their friend’s house, where the boys are visiting. The boys were “accidently” throwing water balloons at cars, boys not on best behavior.

Explain to Mommy group about text, then continue eating danish and coffee, wonder if anyone in group has the sheriff at their son’s house.   Sigh deeply, shift in chair and smile faintly.

Saturday:

Change three poopie diapers, two unexplainably smell like egg salad.

Take boys, plus one of their friends, to IKEA for new bed for Reilly. 

Break up fight between the boys in parking lot, escalator, main showroom, mattress display area, housewares, bookcases, and at the register.

Listen to husband, listen to boys, listen to baby.   Feed husband, feed boys, feed baby.  Clean up after husband, clean up after boys, clean up after baby.

Assemble new bed from IKEA with boys.  Discover Reilly was taking out garbage, as asked, just not taking it to the garbage can. 

Take boys to indoor trampoline gym, Sky High.  Wonder if I will be able to actually jump with the boys, instead of just jumping and then peeing myself…fallout from child birth.  Hopeful as I approach trampoline room.  Jump once and IMMEDIATELY get my answer.  Spend rest of evening damp, waiting for boys, and playing Ms. Pacman in the arcade.

Sunday:

House smells funkified.  Convinced there is a wet diaper loose in the house.  Crawl around on hands and knees sniffing.  No diaper discovered.

Baby spikes 103 fever.  Stay up all night rocking and soothing baby.

Wish worrying was an exercise point earning activity for Weight Watchers.  Would of earned 25 activity points worrying about baby and lost 5 pounds.

Monday:

Hold baby in arms and think about my life and past weekend. 

Realize how blessed we are. 

Love husband, love stepsons, love baby, love every second of it, despite still not being able to find stinky diaper.

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