Summer Summer Summer

Looks like E is for Energy (now known as Little Guy) will be arriving this weekend to the Piglet household. I'm very excited for them. I'm also very excited to have another 4 year old around. Maybe my boys will play with him...maybe. ;)

It is summer here. We have our End of school picnic today and I'm sure it will be very sad. Once they realize no more school (probably sometime next week) they shall be heart broken. Trouble loves school more than anything and even Volume has been adoring it this year. Mommy will miss the time to herself I'm sure.

I'll hopefully be hiring a few of my nephews to come and help me this summer. babysitting and getting them out of the house. It may help save my sanity if I can keep them from fighting. ;) it's no small task! at 14 and 12, its a chore. Should be more help than hindrance though. Or I'll take them separately if they are.

We're planning a vacation for October or September. We plan on meeting The Master's brother CellPhone and his partner, Espresso, in Gatlinburg. Spend a week hanging out with them and taking turns taking care of the munchkins. Should be a nice vacation. We miss them! I hope it works out.

Well, I'm going to go get ready for the picnic. Tomorrow we have errands, Registration for "Fun With Food" and OT (YES! Back to OT). Busy busy busy!

Oh happy summer!

Spring has Sprung

and life is hectic. It's almost summer and summer means therapy around here. My little computer time has been devoted to Mickey mouse playhouse and to WoW, depending on the kids state of awakeness. Swimming lessons, Camp, Food class, Speech and OT...as well as CITE. Were busy busy busy.

On mothers day we discovered a fantastic thing! The put in a Starbucks with a drive through up the street from me! Its like a 8 min drive! The Master made me promise not to break the bank. I told him he had to worry more in the winter. *grins* I'm happy.

Shout out to Piglet (yes, you still have your name) for blogging all about me ;) and also for the count down to D-Day of the arrival of E is for Energy! Should be a fantastic and changing summer for your family. Good luck!

I won't be blogging as much as I was or as I should. Volume and Trouble are starting PECS and Volume's favorite thing to do when seeing mom on the computer is to request to play Elmo. *sigh*

Current mood: eh, so so
Current Song: American Music by the Violent Femmes

After reading my friends blogs...

my life seems calm in comparison. Things have been hectic and stressful, alright. But I don't have the whirlwind of activity that Kraft Dinner (aka Maven) and Piglet (aka Chocolateer) have going on at the moment. Not to say my life isn't busy, that it is. Trouble, especially, earned his nickname this weekend. In hindsight, The Master and I realized that since HE wasn't sick this weekend, we should of taken him out somewhere. Hindsight is always 20/20.

Volume spent the weekend with tummy trouble and is home from school today with it still. Master and I spent most of the weekend chasing them and playing WoW. Yes, were losers and like it that way. We've come to terms with the fact and accept it. In fact, embrace it.... So NYAH!

Got the kids signed up for Camp sunshine in June. They have their Fun with Food class as well. Hopefully, they can get back into therapy next week or the week after.

School ends at the end of May and thats when the real chaos begins. Kind focusing on trying to prepare for that. Knowing that Elfikins is going to school and Piglet is getting energy and Plant-Man has 3 kids of his own... I'm left with the realization that I have to rely on DramaQueen and DramaPrincess. This realization isn't a good one. So what I really have to rely on is myself. I'm gonna have to learn to get them out of the house on my own more. Its hard when they walk at different paces and like to go in different directions and are getting too big for their stroller. I see lots of grocery trips in our future. How sad is that?

So thats my life at the moment. Not very uplifting, but its mine and I think I'll keep it. Though you can come by for a trade when Trouble is at his finest. Just beware, I may take you up on it!

Mood: Eh.
Current Song: C is for Cookie by Cookie monster

Lazy mom's post Pictures

Here's Volume's School Shot's:

Heres Trouble's School shots:

Motivation

Or lack there of. I don't have much around here lately. The house is dirty, the kids run rampant and I park my ass on the couch and vegetate. I need to find my motivation again. I'm not sure where it went. If any of you see it, can you send it home?

thanks.

The boys have their "Autism Checkup" tomorrow. I'm hoping that helps my motivation issues. Also, it might help if the Master is offered a permanent position this week. I think getting them back in therapy is a good thing. CITE is coming back Wednesday, that should motivate me to clean, but its not. I'll prob just surface clean Tuesday. *sigh*

oh well, since I have no motivation, there is no news. So there is your update on my life....as boring as it may be.

It was the best of weeks, it was the worst of weeks

OK, or something like that. Should I start with the good or the bad? I thought you'd say that...

So Tuesday the water heater stopped working...Bad
They were able to get one to us Wednesday...Good
The Master went to the Hospital on Thursday morning with Kidney Stones...Bad
He passed the first one after that without a problem...Good
Volume has been fighting a ton with Trouble...Bad
CITE http://www.rhcorp.org/cms/content/index came out for the boys Wednesday....Good

So that was my good/bad week. And for better or worse, its over now! Its almost Saturday and that means a weekend with the fam. Also, we get to go see the lion king on "Broadway" this Sunday. So that's something to look forward too.

Just thought you all might like a bit of an update!

Current Mood: Eh
Current Song: Hook by Blues Traveler

Normal Kids

We hear this phrase all the time. "Normal Kids" Its like saying "Normal People" which is another phrase I hear and don't quite understand. What is a normal anything? Does it just mean that its the majority? So, in some circles, its NORMAL to be a criminal, because everyone else is.

Normalcy...I don't like it. I mean, why should I? Look at my life! It's been anything BUT normal. I prefer the term Typical. Then it sounds kind of derogatory. "Thats such Typical child behavior to be potty trained by now".

See? It works!

From now on, whenever you think normal, insert Typical and see if it still works. Thats my homework assignment for the 4 people who read this. Yes You...your one of them and you know it. Of course, now that I'm giving homework, this means no one will be reading my blog. *laughs at self* then I can reach the dream of being a lone in a crowd of people...even if its virtual.

Thats my deep thought for today. Not very deep, but then again, the munchkins are on spring break....so give me a bit of leeway.

Current Mood: Befuddled
Current Song: Joe Wise's Show me your Smile.

Oprah IS bad!

So there I was, on the couch. Ice cream in my lap, Cookies near by...neither of which had calories. The kids? I dunno...who cares *grins*? I take the remote and turn on Oprah. Its gonna be a great show about speech. So the first guest that comes on stage has a 1 year old. He had started to talk, but had lost speech. His mother was baffled when he started to bark.

Yes, I said bark. Have you not realized yet that this was a dream? I mean, cookies and ice cream have calories....sheesh!

Yes, he could bark. He routinely talked to the family dog and somehow, his mother understood him. needless to say, when the alarm went off this morning, the neighbors little yappy dog was barking up a storm and the little light bulb went off above my head. I mean, I never watch Oprah. Ok, I rarely watch it. Its all the Oprah talk from Maven, I tell you!

So spring came and went and now we have winter again. I'm not sure which I prefer. I have no more mud and my computer room is a comfortable temperature again....BUT I have to cover my kids and they can't play outside much. I think its a give and take.

Current mood: Befuddled
Current Song: We'll make great pets!

We're 4 Year's Old!!!!

"Four Years Old"

Hey

Why'd you wake me from my nap?

I'm not in the mood

To play your games

Or sit on your lap

You

Where's my Yankies drinking glass?

I want some juice

And I want it now

So you better move your ass

And feel bad for me

'Cuz I'm just getting over a cold

I'm four years old!

I'm four years old!

I'm four years old!

Somebody better tie my shoes!

Now

I run down the hall

I scream and I yell

And I cry 'cuz I fell

Bring the rubbing alcohol

Outside

I get mud on my shoe

I come back in the house

I get it on the rug

The cleaning's up to you

And I won't take a bath

Unless you make me Spaghetti-O's

I'm four years old!

I'm four years old!

I'm four years old!

Mommy reads to me at night

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

WellI can't have a job

And I can't go to school

If no grownups are around

I can't go near the pool

I'm not allowed to climb

My neighbor's apple tree

I'm not allowed to sit

Too close to the TV

I don't know how to drive

And I don't know how to spell

But if I hear my brother cursing

I do know how to tell

'Cuz he made me eat some bread

That was covered in mold

I'm four years old!

I'm four years old!

I'm four years old!

I just threw up on my grandmother

Thanks to Adam Sandler. They aren't quite like that, but you get the idea (those of you lucky enough NOT to have 4 year olds). Happy Birthday Volume and Trouble. They took cookies to school to share and have actually been behaving quite wonderful so far today. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the lunch of cookies and potato chips. And I KNOW they didn't understand when I told them we'd go get french fries later if they behave..right? I mean, they are autistic. They don't really see the world around them. Riiiiiiiight? *grins*

Other than that, its been the same. Volume is getting over his ear infection, we're all getting over a cold. I just couldn't let the blessed day go by without a blog. Back to my domestic life. Happy birthday Twin angels...ok, Twin cuties at least. ;)

No one reads this anyway

or at least that's how it seems. Maybe its because I'm not predictable in my posting like Steve. Or not nearly as entertaining as Maven. oh well. I still stand by the fact that my blog is for me and no one else. So who cares if anyone reads it or not, right?

We had our weekend, sans kids. It was wonderful and blissful and quiet. Filled with WoW and red meat and sleeping in and naughty times. It was fantastic. Even if my children didn't let my parent's sleep. My parents drove my nephew (who was helping) insane. And the bed bugs my mom thought she got rid of ate up my kids. All was good.

Volume, of course, decides to get sick tuesday afternoon and they had their check up Wednesday afternoon. Turns out his "cold and fever" is an ear infection. On the pink stuff and off school till Monday. Which, coincidentally, is their 4th birthday. No parties here, please. There is no point when the kids avoid the party that is for them and hate to open gifts. *sigh* maybe someday huh?

On a good note, CITE called me last night and they are due a home visit in about a month to help teach me to potty train and other things. Lets hope this helps the insanity that will be this summer. We also have a fun with food class were signed up to do. :)

That's about it for now. No music except kids music of late, so no song today either.

CrabBall Hamitizers

So it's our 10/13 year anniversary today. married 10 years and together 13. Nice that we made it easy on us and had it on the same day, huh? We only had to get married on a Wednesday to do it. But we are self sacrificing that way. *grins* We go by the TRADITIONAL wedding gifts, not the modern ones. http://www.weddingtips.com/annv.html The modern ones are so...useful. I mean, who wants a useful anniversary gift.

Lets see, the past 10 years of gifts I have got or gotten. First: paper. We wrote each other things. I gave him some poem and I got a top ten reasons why he loved me (my boobs being on there twice, of course). Second: Cotton. That year it was Disney wear all the way. Third: Leather. No, not what you think, we exchanged wallets and jackets. Fourth: Fruit/Flowers. We went to the melting pot and had fruit with desert and flowers on the table. Fifth: Wood. I love my dinning room table! Sixth: Candy/Iron. Who combines these? Its so odd! I think we did Chocolates. Seventh: Wool/Copper. I got a copper Dragon nightlight and wool roses (I collect weird roses). I got him wool lined slippers. Eighth: Bronze/Pottery. You know, I can't for the life of me remember what we did here. LOL. Ninth: Pottery/Willow. I got dishes and he got Sushi plates.

As for tenth, its Tin/Aluminum. We joked about getting one another a 12 pack. I'd tell you what I got him, but for some unknown reason, he reads my blog sometimes *grins* so you'll have to wait until after tonight. Next year is steel...any idea's folks? I'm thinking steel weapons! A guy can't have too many sharp objects....

As for my title? I guess I should get around to that, huh? My in-laws (or as I like to refer to them, my out-laws) finally made it here this weekend. My step-mother-in-law (yes, I also have a regular mother in law too...poor me) always brings various items from her fridge when she comes. I guess she's afraid they will go bad, or I won't have anything good to eat in my house. Or maybe the grocery stores near us will have all closed or something. I'm not sure.

But I digress....

This time, she brought her normal bread and lettuce (she doesn't seem to like my bread) and various fruits and some Amish eggs, of course. But the three meats she brought, which normally isn't this varied, were Ham, Meatballs and imitation Crab. The Master and I were discussing this on the way home from the play we went to see Saturday night. How could we combine these three items to make something we could eat. I mean, there are only 2 lunches and 3 dinners in a weekend. We almost always eat pizza for one dinner, so we only have 4 meals to get these 3 great meats into. Thats when we thought of the CrabBall Hamitizer.

Now before you run screaming, know that we didn't actually try this. SMIL wouldn't let us waste the crab. You take the meatball, smear the crab meat all over it and wrap it up in a slice of ham. To top it off, you stick one of those little toothpick swords in it. It has to be a sword, because were gaming geeks. His folks didn't find this idea as hysterical as we had. but it entertained us all the way home. I think we may go global with our new appetizer! What do you think? I thought so!

Current Mood: Silly
Current Song: Down Together - The Refreshments

Then you really might know what its like...

In today's Center-Centric society, the term "walk a mile in someones shoes" is lost on most people. No, it does not mean you steal my shoes and actually walk a mile in them. It means more that you should try and put yourself in that persons place by thinking about it and trying to understand more of where they are coming from. We all judge. We all make judgements of others. Face it, the human race is one judgemental beast. It doesn't mean we shouldn't try and see things from other peoples perspective.

Why? Because it may help you. Take for instance the person who cuts you off and then honks at you on the freeway. Maybe their wife is having a baby. Maybe they had a really bad day and feel the need to take it out on you. It doesn't mean it gives them a right to do that and that you shouldn't be mad. BUT...before you judge that woman who picks up her kid by the arm and pulls him to her grocery cart.....THINK. STOP....walk a mile in their shoes.

Being a parent of Autistic, non-verbal 4 year old boys I can safely say I am judged quite frequently in public. Yes, they are adorable...and yes they are loud. NO they don't listen and they have to use sippy cups and are still in diapers. As Steve Novak would say, "Don't you judge me...don't you dare judge me." ;) But its a human habit. You see them sit in their van while their kids play on the playground and think "what a horrid mom" but...that could be her ONLY break time. And she has hit her limit and needs to separate herself, even if only by a pane of glass.

My point to my ramble and why you got too blogs today is to take a step back, take a deep breath and try...try...try to fight human nature to be judgemental and INSTEAD, walk a mile in their shoes. That woman pulling two toddlers by the arms as they scream in the store and looking like shes going to lose it could be me...and then you'd say "oh, but they are autistic" because you "know" me. Take as much consideration when your friend doesn't call, or your mom forgets your birthday and know they may not mean it the way you think.

One thing I have found that is true and always true with age. The older we are, the less we know. Think on it a while and it'll come to you. I know it will.

Walk a mile in their shoes. Then you really might know what its like...

Current mood: Deep
Current Song: Everlast "What its like"

My relationship with Spring....and MOOSE!

So I have a love/hate relationship with spring. This relationship did not begin at an early age. in my younger years, I could care less about spring except for the fact that summer came after that and with summer came summer vacation. Spring was just another season for Easter and St. Patricks day to fall into. My love of spring began around the same time as my hate. I was diagnosed with Diabetes and my circulation got horrid. so spring meant it was getting warmer. We also got a dog. Kia is her name (and she came with the name) and shes part black lab, part golden retriever. Think of a smaller black Golden. She is the main reason I HATE spring. She loves to run and play with the other dogs along the fence line. Which is all well and good when the ground is summer baked or winter frozen or covered in fall leaves. In the spring, it turns into MUD DOG. Mud Dog then tracks it through my entire house! I spend my days wiping paws and floors and everything I can think of that she touches with those muddy paws. It drives me INSANE (though its not a long trip). So take your spring, I'll take any of the other 3 months EASY.

Moose. I promised a story from my childhood and here it is. My sister, Faerie, is 4.5 years older than me. She loved to torture me any opportunity she could get. I love to get back at her when I could as well. I was heading to a friends house for a few days. Her name was Stefanie (spelled with the F) and she had 2 older brothers. One of whom I had a huge crush on and later ended up dating. *sigh* he was dreamy. but I digress....

We all know how I adore the Violent Femmes. Well, Justin (yes, of WoJo) had recently given me Hallowed Ground tape (yes, this was before CD's...I'm old). I grabbed it to take it with me to Stefanies house to impress her brother with my cool music taste. (like it really worked...no it was the boobs that impressed him) Faerie decides that SHE wants the tape and starts to chase me around the house for it. We lived in a 2 bedroom apartment at the time and she got near the little kitchen and grabbed a steak knife and starts going after me.

Yes....a steak knife. Scary huh? Stef sure thought so, her with 2 older brothers.

So she's running after me with a steak knife and I hit the hallway. Bathroom or my moms room are my only choices. Its that or the crazy bitch with the steak knife. ALL this over a Violent Femmes tape that isn't even hers! I chose poorly and picked my mom's room, forgetting that her door doesn't lock. I press myself (smaller than her at the time, now I'm 3 inches taller) against the door and try to hold her out of the room.

She gets one arm in the crack of the door. At this time, she abandons the knife and starts trying to grab anything on the dresser that she can hit me with. She gets a hold of a bottle of Mouse. You know, the stuff you put in your hair? She starts thwapping me in the head with it, repeatedly. I wait a sec and let go of the door, she falls into the room and I bound over her and out the front door, Stefanie right behind me. I had forgotten my overnight bag. Good thing Stef's brother had some extra clothes *grins*.

So I end up at Stefs for a week to let my sister calm down. WITH the Violent Femmes tape (hooray for me) and a HUGE knot on my forehead. Everyone would ask me what happened and I would say "I got hit by a moose".

ok, it seems funny to me. You don't have to laugh, its fine. As far as my sister is concerned I'm not even a part of my family. They found me in the trash on their way to church.

Its a wonder I turned out as cool as I did!

Current Mood: Content and Calm
Current Music: Hallowed Ground Album by the Volient Femmes (yes, I still have the tape)

Friday Monday

There's a little bit of water at the very bottom of the well. Playing buffy last night helped it rise a little higher, as well as getting to play a half ogre and a wyrmling copper dragon on Wednesday at the same time *grins*. The little things that make a difference in my life. Tired kids being cuddly kids last night also helped. Volume wanting to play kissyface most of the day ALWAYS helps. It doesn't replace the need of water in the well, just helps keep it from being empty.

Nothing is new, things are the same as they ever were ("same as it ever was" for those 80's fans) and so I'm not even sure WHY I'm blogging. I think so that my last negative blog isn't the last thing everyone sees. Or the first if you read in reverse.

I have a summer program/camp fair tomorrow at a local mall. Going to see if I can find some summer thing for the boys that doesn't involve massive amounts of money on our part. Although, we did find out that ARC pays for camp. Now I have to call and find out if there are particular camps or we can choose. Lets hope I can reach someone today. :)

I was going to go into an amusing antidote from my childhood today, but then all chaos broke loose here and I don't have the time ;)

The Well's Run DRY

I think The Master and I have hit Empty. The gas tank is on E. The well has run dry. The reservoir and the main tank are EMPTY. We spent the weekend taking care of Volume, who has a cold, is getting his 4 year molars and has been constipated the last 4 days (yes, we have a 2pm appointment today). He's been a joy. Trouble, who has been less troublesome in comparison, is still his busy, active self. We sort of looked at one another last night and we knew we had hit bottom. At least for that day.

No matter what the day was like before, I seem to get a little back after a good nights sleep. I seem to be running on fumes today, but at least its better than nothing. I'm not one to whine or complain, but 2 ASD almost-4 year olds are a handful normally. Our overflowing wealth of babysitters (note the sarcasm) seems to have run pretty dry of late. It just seems we don't get much of a rest...together. We're both the type to take now and then breaks apart, but together rarely happens these days. Or it's an "after the kids go to bed" outing or a "2 hour dinner while the 14 year old watches them". I know its more than some parents get, but I think our need is greater. But I whine enough. We'll get what we get. No more no less.

On an up note, our "social activity" of World of Warcraft (WoW), we made 40 last night, which means we got to get mounts. Riding is a TON faster than walking. We were all excited. A few guild mates who were level 70 and bored ran us though an instance so we made mad cash, ton of XP and got a few quests rapped up. It was a fantastic WoW night, and I think we needed that.

Well, I'm off to get Volume ready for the doc and Trouble off the bus....somewhere in there can I clean my house too? *laughs and shakes her head at herself*

Mood: *sigh*
Song: Country Death Song by the Violent Femmes

For everyone else

Volume Geeks and Trouble sleeps ;). These are prehaircut, but I thought that you might enjoy seeing how much our children are like us. I adore the chair trouble is in and that is SO Master pose for Volume ;)

Maven Asked...

For photos of the boys new haircut, so here ya go, my canadian chikka. Volume, then Trouble.

Eating at the table none the less ;)

One of THOSE days

Everyone has em. Those days where you just wanna crawl into a hole and tell the world to go away? One of those days where your kids cannot do anything right, your husbands every word grates on your nerve and your best friend calls at the wrong time? One of those days where your headache starts from the moment you get up and you get stuck in traffic AND they are out of your favorite coffee? Today, thankfully, is NOT one of THOSE days.

Today is a day just like any other, but like any other day, its filled with small aspects of THOSE days. I was just thinking "what is it that makes a horrid day?". I think its when you stack those little annoyances back to back and pack them into a nice 12 hour period. You too can be crapped on by your spouse, pestered by your children, receive a crying phone call from your mother AND get ganked by horde in WoW all in ONE WHOLE DAY!!! Sign up now and we're offering a free back-stabbing friend for the first month.

Seriously...My days, I'm sure like your own, are just nice times spaced between some not so nice times. It's an everyday. Nothing totally horrid happened, nothing spectacular either. Its the time between the moments that makes us long for the "moments". We go on breathing, living and growing. Most importantly, we move forward. For backwards gets you hitting hard objects. Take this from someone who knows.

Current Mood : Deep ;)
Current Song: James Blunt - Tears and Rain

Welcome to Holland

I found this story going through my ASD stuff and thought it really explains things well, so I thought I would post it.

Welcome to Holland By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to help people who have not shared this unique experience, to understand it, to imagine how it would feel.

It's like this.

When your going to have a baby, its like planning a fabulous vacation - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make wonderful plans. The coliseum. Michelangelo's David. The Gondolas in Venice. You may even learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy!"

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would have never met. It's just a different place. Its slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around. And you begin to notice that Holland has windmills. And Holland has Tulips. Holland even has Rembrandt's.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy. And they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there.

And for the rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain will never, ever go away. Because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to go to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.

Firsts

So Trouble got invited to his first birthday party. The invitation came in the mail addressed to him. The Master and I were so excited and when we opened it, there was no name, date or time. Just a Run, Jump-N-Play invite. I sent a letter to school and in a few days they pegged down which kid was having a party. I called his mom and found out the date and time. Its today at one. We were so excited that he got his first party invite, even though she probably just invited everyone in his class, it was still pretty cool.

The day is here, we skipped swimming because were all still on the mend from colds and didn't want him too tired AND its snowing...which means he may miss his first birthday party. The roads look ugly and its like 40 min away. *sigh* So I'm a tad bummed. Although *I* will not miss the dance of the mothers. Yes, this is what I call it, and in circles where children have disabilities or dysfunctions, its a bit tamer, but still a dance, none-the-less.

It starts simple enough with the exchange of your names, pointing out your kids, telling ages and sometimes dysfunctions. Then the dance begins. The compare your kid to my kid OR the lets figure out if I can tolerate her presence for a play date. All these I fail miserably at. While I am liked and even (dare I say) loved in my social circles, to most women, I can come off has harsh and abrasive. I'm a tad honest and overly blunt and so at these things I either follow my kid around or revert to the junior high school shy. YES I was shy then, believe it or not. So networking is NOT my strong suit, no matter how much I'd love to have another house to take them too in the summer. SO I don't have to call Piglet and say "Can you pick up all of Sweetling's little toys and help me chase them around your house? they need out." or call my mother and deal with her for a few hours. I really need to look into summer programs. *sighs*

So...we may or may not have a first birthday party and I may or may not have the dance of the mothers anxiety. Honestly, I'm not sure which to hope for. I figure I'll leave it up to the beings more powerful than myself to decide. God and Mother Nature.

Current mood: Torn
Current Song: Power of Two by the Indigo Girls