poop

Yesterday was the pits.  and I cried in front of a police man.

We are moving.

Not to the mountains.

But to a beautiful home (at least in my dreams it will be beautiful one day after a whole lot of work) that is close by with a whole bunch of land and animal rights.  But the whole process of getting this house has been really stressful and I haven't been sleeping very good because my mind is so full.  Sunday night I didn't sleep very much.  Then I got up and went to Latin Jam which is really the funnest class ever but because I was so tired I left class kinda feeling like I wanted to puke.  I took Grady to kindergarten crying.  I handed him to Ms. Moore kicking and screaming for me not to leave him - but I did anyway. (he's never ever done that before by the way.)  I got in the car and went to my visiting teaching appointments at 12:40 which were kind of rough because I usually put Graham and Leah down for naps at about that time.  They were grumpy and tired and I was stressed thinking about Grady and how if his teacher called me (like she told me she would if things didn't get better) I didn't have my cell phone with me.  Leah lost my keys at one house.  When we finally got done with our visits I put my crying/tired babies in the car but drove to the school instead of home cause I just needed to peek in Grays classroom window and see with my own eyes that he really was ok.  But as soon as I hopped out of my car I realized that I had been followed in the parking lot by a cop who quickly told me I was speeding and asked me to get back in my car.  He gave me this big lecture about why it's so important to drive slow in school zones (duh) and I was so upset that I was so upset that I didn't realize I was speeding (make sense?) that I just started crying because I don't want crazy upset moms driving fast where my kids walk either.  And I felt so dumb.  But He didn't give me a ticket.  And Grady was at PE and I had a good talk with his teacher and she told me that after about an hour of him giving her the evil eye her perked up and was acting like his usual happy self.  Then i came home to find an entire container of granola spread out over most of my house.  And I hadn't had a drink or food since the gym.  And..........just cause I feel like complaining, I've changed two peed in cribs, cleaned up one peed in teepee and one peed in tub and was peed on once directly - all in the last 48 hours.  And about ten minutes ago I was lucky enough to have a hand full of poop.

DONE - all done, just needed to get all that off my chest!

WHEW does that feel better!  Brandon knew I was a little hammered last night and picked up pizza for a dinner - we watched funny videos on you tube and had a great little discussion about prayer for FHE and then we put the kids to sleep and watched an episode of "parenthood" in our bed.  So it was all ok.  And in like a year from now I'll be in a clean new house with a yard all put in, our house now will have been long sold and everything will be ok then too.  

and hopefully graham will still be leading us in "BINGO" for our closing song in FHE then too.  Cause thats the best thing ever.