Days don't get better than this.

My day started something like this. Woke up this morning and thought I might mow the lawn, since it is growing past my calves. What's this I can't mow... the mower is broken. We have 4 lawn mowers sitting around our house and not one of them runs. My husband is off to his parents to borrow one of theirs. Meanwhile all the kids get up and have breakfast. I venture off to get some laundry done. Do I dare enter the laundry room today. I did two loads yesterday and I knew I still had about 4 more loads. Today I found out laundry grows faster than my kids because I now had about 8 loads to get done. If only our investments could grow this fast. So the fun begins. I like to think I can do my part in going green, so I hang our laundry outside. On average I do 18+ loads of laundry a week. No that is not a type-o. So this task can sometimes be rather time consuming but the smell of crisp clean linens hung on the line is something to be joyous about. I think bath and body even makes a room spray called fresh linen(it smells nice but, no where near the real deal). I secretly enjoy this task so I don't complain to much. It is one household chore that lets me be outside.

Back to mowing the yard... My husband finally returned with the mower and I don't even get 10 rows done when the mower starts back firing at me. This is not a joke the mower bit the dust and I couldn't get it started. I think my lawn has feelings. Oh well mowing is the man's job, I didn't want to do it anyways. Who am I kidding if I don't do it no one will. It sounds like SUPERMAN ... "If he can't do it no one can." My sister has now called me to inform me she just quit her job. I'm trying to be sensitive and listen but, meanwhile I am secretly fighting with the stupid mower in hope that some miracle will happen and it will start back up (no luck). I just don't have luck with these stupid push mowers. We have almost an acre I really should have borrowed the riding mower. I'll remember this next time, because there will probably be a next time. My sister and mom are coming over tomorrow and I sure wished the lawn was mowed so they could find the front door. I had to work tonight. I clean our bank for a little extra spending money. It usually goes to pay for some sort of art supplies. I hate the job. My kids always seem to go crazy when I am not home and than I have a mess to clean when I get home. My husband works 11 p.m.-7 a.m. so, he had to get up to watch the kids when I left at 3:30 p.m. Oh the things I go through for a few extra bucks. The one good thing is when I am at work there are no kids. It's just me and silence. I finished my job and came home. The kids rushed the door as soon as I got home. You would think I was gone for a few days. They all start telling me everything that happened in the last three hours like I missed something really big. My husband runs off to bed the minute I come through the door. After everyone settles, we watch a movie(Narnia) and eat dinner. Liz (my 9 year old) wanted to fix dinner tonight. There's not a whole lot she knows how to cook.... Grilled Cheese it is. While I get the kids ready for bed my husband's alarm has gone off 3 times (nothing unusual). He comes storming out of the room Yelling " WHAT TIME IS IT."I'm trying to get dinner dishes done. He sees the clock and notices he's running 20 min late and now this is my fault. What was I thinking I should have known he wasn't up when the alarm went off all 3 times. Who could have been hitting snooze back there. Was there someone else in the room I didn't know about. Wait it gets better. Then he Yells across the house " YOU NEED TO PACK ME A LUNCH." What happened to please and thank you? I don't think he noticed I am trying to get dishes done, I have the baby sitting at my feet screaming and my three year old crying for a stupid tippie. My three year old is no longer waiting for the tippie. Independence has just kicked in and she takes it upon herself to pour milk in her own tippie. I know where this is going... I'll be cleaning the floor any minute. Husband finally leaves, still no thank you. Hope he has a great day. He tells me that everytime I say have a good night it's one of the worst. So here's to you babe. HAVE A GREAT NIGHT! jk Anyways, things get better. My three year old wants to sleep on mommy's bed tonight. NO WAY! I'm standing my ground this time. She has been in our bed from day 1. I got her big girl bed all ready for her today. She played on it most the day. She tucked all her stuffed animals in and then wanted mommy's bed. A little bit about Rachael she was a very sick baby and had to have a heart monitor for the first 8 months of her life. I always felt safe knowing she was by my side if the monitor ever went off. This is in a way my own fault she will not sleep in her own bed. All three girls share a room right now. It's crazy a 9year old, a 3 year old , and the 9 month old. Rachael was fighting me for over an hour, she threw her tippie at me, kicked and screamed and was banging on walls. When all was said and done no one was sleeping in this house unless she was sleeping. I took the baby to the living room. I hoped Rachael would settle down after a while and then I hear a crash. I don't believe it she knocked the ceiling fixture down and glass was everywhere. Now my 9 year old is freaking out because glass got on her special rug. Oh the DRAMA. Rachael finally gave in and I hope there is not a fight tomorrow.

To all a much better night.