Wow. I've been reading some really deep and thought provoking blogs lately that are making me feel like mine sounds something along the lines of "blah, blah, blah and then I blah, blah, blahed and then here are some pictures of the kids blah, blahing......".
But, then I remembered that the main reason I started to blog was to make a journal for generations to come. I've always half heartily tried to journal, you know, on paper, but I'd start writing while I would be laying in bed one night and next thing you know I'm waking up with a big drool mark on the page that contains a lonely paragraph. So, this whole "blob" thing seems to be working for me. So, there. Now, I feel better admitting I'm okay with my random and sometimes shallow posts!
In fact, right now I'm actually watching #3 fish her Claritin pill out of her green plastic cup of Turkey Hill Diet Green Iced Tea. I think it is important to document that because none of my other kids could swallow a pill at the age of six. Never mind that she is supposed to be in bed and wanted to take her pill with juice. No way am I opening a whole entire juice box to swallow one little pill and she says it gets stuck with water. She needed allergy medicine because she was laying in #1's room where the cat that they are ALL allergic to lives most of the time. I certainly can't give the cat full run of the house or The Dog will turn her into something that resembles what I drive by regularly on the side of the road. Although, it's not like she was ever very friendly before The Dog came to live here. I can't bear to get rid of her, we've had her since she was a kitten and now she's almost 8 years old. No one even knows we have a cat. Seriously. I've had friends that I've known for years that ask me when I got a cat. It's sad. My only consolation is that she's getting old and hopefully, one day soon, she'll fall asleep and never wake up. Then, I don't have to feel so guilty that the kids are allergic to a pet that lives in a basement and ignores us except when she's hungry. Why oh why do I seem to completely mess up every animal I've ever had??!
How did I go off on that tangent? Now, #3 is standing on a counter stool getting an ice cube out of the freezer to put on her nose. See how helpful I am? I'm typing on my blog and The Husband is playing Xbox while the 6-year old roams the house trying to breathe at 9:56pm. I'd be lying if I told you this was the first time.
So, it's time to put my mommy hat back on (I really just wanted to zone out a bit and write about the $11 winter coat I bought for #1 at Boscov's today). But, as I remind myself again and again, I have the rest of my life to zone out and only a short time to wipe runny noses and sing my little ones to sleep!