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February was a rough month on us. Real rough. Of course that means our entire family would get the worst stomach bug ever while Garrett was gone to end the month well.

Seriously, it sucked. I remember laying in bed Sunday afternoon telling Garrett (he arrived home on Saturday, just in time for me to take a turn for the worse) that I know how people die from diarrhea. He asked if I thought I was dying. At that moment no but I had debated in the middle of the night whether I should go to the ER because at that time I thought it might never end and I wouldn’t live to tell the tale. It was that bad folks.

But we survived. The house got bleached (every bleach-able surface). Every single thing my kids touched got washed (I am not even lying about that). My hands are cracked and peeling and itching from washing and cleaning. I am finally not exhausted from nursing a baby, cleaning up puke, and taking care of sick, helpless little people (five kids seems like a bajillion kids when they have stuff coming out of both ends…all of them…at the same time).

Time has seemed to go by so stinkin’ fast this month and yet sooooooo stiiiiiiiiinkin’ slooooooow this month and I honestly can’t seem to recall most of the mundaneness of it because it was cray-cray (maybe I will tell you about it).

Anyway, life has returned to us all full-force and we are ready for spring and sunshine and daisies and walks and parks and bikes and our doors always being open.

He had a rough night. Stitches and a stomach bug...not a good combo...

He had a rough night. Stitches and a stomach bug…not a good combo…

This was my house. Every day last week starting Wednesday, give or take laundry baskets of stuff to fold.

This was my house. Every day last week starting Wednesday, give or take laundry baskets of stuff to fold.

Sitting in the sick chair. Playing with the leap pad. Watching cartoons.

Sitting in the sick chair. Playing with the leap pad. Watching cartoons.

This was a pic of me turning 29 (and I guess this is what turning 29 really looks like with 5 kids). Exhausted. Dirty. Holding a sweet, sick babe.

This was a pic of me turning 29 (and I guess this is what turning 29 really looks like with 5 kids). Exhausted. Dirty. Holding a sweet, sick babe.

REAL mom Wednesday

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You know you are a REAL mom when…

*”Breaking the new house in” literally means breaking stuff.

Today Garrison (the 2 year old) shattered our glass on our fireplace. How? Did he throw a ball at it? Did his older brother body check him into it? Nope. He squirted it with a spray bottle full of carpet cleaner. Bam! It shattered. Story of my life. Good thing my kids mean more to me than a fireplace. You can see a photo of the damage on Instagram – karleehufford.

Happy Tuesday

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Today I forgot to eat breakfast and when I remembered it was almost lunch time. I knocked my passenger mirror off my car when backing out of the garage and taped it back together with packing tape. We were late to getting Eden to school. I spent one and a half hours trying to get kids to nap this afternoon and was very unsuccessful. I took all five kids to Target to get Valentines for Eden’s class and we didn’t get them finished until 30 minutes ago (they are due tomorrow). While at Target one of my children stole a Cadbury Egg (we finished the first step of discipline – time out and apology, next step go back to the store and apologize to the cashier/manager and pay for the egg). Ella decided her hair was a little on the dry side and rubbed eczema  lotion all in it. My kitchen smelled like an onion for the majority of the day. On the plus side, I didn’t utter a single swear during any of it (not that I really do swear but sometimes a swear every now and then comes to mind).

Sometimes being a mom is utterly tiring, confusing, frustrating, but so totally worth all the chaos.

Crappy foto Friday

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Man alive people! The month of January was a doozy!!! I swear we were in a season of respiratory illness (influenza, bronchitis, colds, and ear infections) starting right before Christmas. I have kind of been in a fog from checking temps to doctors visits to diffusing oils (if you use essential oils, I found that Breathe Again worked well for chest coughs as well as diffusing RC or Raven and then diffusing Thieves for the non-sick children to boost their immunity). The two littlest were hit the hardest and the rest were just hacking little people who sounded like I have been letting them smoke some cigs. So here is my PSA – Keep your sickness at home peeps! Do not take your kids out into public places if they are not 24 hours past an illness! Please!!! Or I am going to start collecting addresses and sending you my bills.

Anyway, today I got a pre-cavity filled. I made it almost 29 years without a single one, so this tooth decay thing makes me think about getting old and needing dentures. Although my husband assures me that he would get me top of the line implants (this is equivalent to him getting me a giant diamond for our 30th anniversary…that is if my teeth don’t fall out before then). So I am sitting here typing this while simultaneously telling my kids to pick up the basement while I slur my words and try to keep myself from drooling or biting my check. Another PSA – Brush, brush, brush and floss, floss, floss. And of course go to the dentist!

So to brighten your Friday (and mine), here are some crappy photos and a good reminder of why I should never be responsible for capturing important moments in our lives:-)

Garrison doing his workout. He likes to mimic Shaun T and take his shirt off so he can show off his 6 pack.

Garrison doing his workout. He likes to mimic Shaun T and take his shirt off so he can show off his 6 pack.

Not sure why this was on my phone but it was.

Not sure why this was on my phone but it was.

Eden had her first school performance and we were all excited!!!

Eden had her first school performance and we were all excited!!!

Like I said we were all excited and blurry.

Like I said we were all excited and blurry.

This is my attempt of getting a shot of Eden. If you look hard enough you might see the back of her head. By the time I got my phone out she was done with her speaking part and exiting stage center.

This is my attempt of getting a shot of Eden. If you look hard enough you might see the back of her head. By the time I got my phone out she was done with her speaking part and exiting stage center.

Grandma’s house

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What happens at Grandma’s house, stays at Grandma’s house…unless your dad is there to rescue you…and your mom is there to capture the moment.

Cooper tried to fit through the railing.

Cooper tried to fit through the railing.

Apparently his body can fit but his head cannot.

Apparently his body can fit but his head cannot and Garrison just likes to watch the train as it is wrecking.

Garrison: "Dude, you are in trouble!"

Garrison: “Dude, you are in trouble!”

Garrison: "Haha. Glad it's not me."

Garrison: “Haha. Glad it’s not me.”

Garrison: "Darn. Dad got him out."

Garrison: “Darn. Dad got him out.”

REAL mom Wednesday

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You know you are a REAL mom when…

*You’ve gone on a trip and had to pee but held it until you thought your bladder would burst just so you didn’t have to stop and get the kids out of the car.

We made a quick trip to see my BFF about 2 hours away. I had to pee so bad on the way home but I had four (yes, FOUR) sleeping tots in the back and I wasn’t going to stop the car and wake them up just to use the Lou. Needless to say I about peed myself when I got home but it was worth it.

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You know you are a REAL mom when…

*You go through the drive through and get your kids some fries for lunch and call it good.

We had to hit up the grocery store today and the only time we could go was 11:30am. This is lunch time folks. Going after means running into nap time and that is a precious time of day I just don’t jeopardize. Since my kids nibbled on mini cucumbers before we left, I deemed that as their vegetable. The fruit leather I gave them in the car counted as fruit (heck, it says it is equivalent to one serving of fruit). The free piece of cheese at the deli counted as their protein and the sucker the checker gave them was their treat (we don’t always accept the suckers that are offered but today I was the “cool” mom). But I knew they needed something a little bit more so we just swung into McDonald’s and I fed them fries and sent them straight to nap once we walked in the door. ***HALLELUJAH!!!!*** You gotta do, what you gotta do sometimes.