Yesterday was supposed to be a pretty chill day. I got all my grocery shopping for the week done on Sunday and there was cleaning to be done on Monday.
All was well until I went to start lunch. I noticed that our fish bowl was looking pretty low on water and the surrounding area was looking pretty wet. I called Ella and Garrison over to let them know that it was not okay to play with Hutson’s bowl. They admitted to the felony. As I lifted the bowl up the whole bottom fell out. Glass, rocks, stinky water, and of course our little buddy flooded our kitchen desk, floor, and surrounding area.
Poor Hutson died as I didn’t know how to save him. RIP little guy. You were a sweet, quiet pet. You lasted far longer than I thought. You cost far more money than I would have expected as well. We will miss you…well, we briefly missed you.
Needless to say, Monday did NOT turn out the way I expected (lets just say there was tons to clean up after the incident). Or how Hutson probably expected either.
…that I strapped all my kids in their car seats Friday night for ten whole minutes waiting for daddy to get home because the house had been cleaned (the showers were even scrubbed…miracles do happen people), there was no laundry to be folded, the basement had been picked up, and I didn’t want to mess it up.
Call me whatever – clever, mean, tired, etc… – but those precious ten minutes waiting in the car with children screaming to music while we waited on daddy’s arrival were worth the clean house inside that would have been destroyed. Having a large home has its perks but the amount of cleaning is not one of them.
Sometimes waiting for daddy to come home are the longest minutes of our day.
(We went out for pizza for dinner, hence the waiting in the car for dad to get home or I probably would not have had us sit in the car in our driveway…we would have at least driven around the block a few times.)
Aaaaaaand another installment of crappy photos for your
Friday night Saturday morning…
We went shopping with grandma last Saturday and this girl had a blast.
This little girl woke up for four straight nights in row for at least two hours those four nights. Apparently getting baby molars are tougher than she let on during the day.
This little guy fell outside and got himself a little stache (plus 10 bug bites that covered his sorry little face).
A reminder that I am still pregnant and am retaining water. #prayingitsallwaterandnotfat
You know you are a REAL mom when…
*Your child hates a certain store just as much as you do.
I’m not trying to dog on Walmart. It’s just not that great of a store by our house. Target is a three minute drive and Walmart is almost a 10+ minute drive depending on traffic. Target is much more organized and I know where things are and the parking lot is so much easier for this mama to navigate. So when I told Garrison we were headed to Walmart (I was trying to pick the store where I could get the most bang for my buck and it truly is Wally World) and his response was: “Mom, I scared of Walmart.” I laughed and said that I couldn’t agree more.
This week wasn’t too bad except for a surprise huge expense of Garrison clubfoot boots/shoes/money suckers…whatever you want to call them.
This little girl loves baths and bubbles. This means she is far cleaner now than she has been most of her life.
Nothing like getting fitted for your boots that cost me almost as much as my wedding dress (I’m not even joking…the price of those things is ridiculous considering we are hoping to get six months out of them).
Once we get my dad’s saw out of the garage we can finally really tackle this half of the garage.
Dance. It wasn’t the best night in history of our family. (We were there from 4:30 to 6:45 and since Garrett had a thing – which I will not name because it was waaay more fun than what I was doing – I had five kids to feed snacks to, change dance shoes, and keep relatively happy. Needless to say we hit up the drive-thru after this outing where it was pretty fitting that they shorted us food. #badnight)
We told ourselves it would never happen. Especially once we moved to our new (nice) neighborhood. But, you know what? It did.
We shouldn’t be surprised because #fivekids or #pregnantwithnumbersix are the hashtags of our lives. Yet we find ourselves in a state in which we never thought we would be in.
What is it you might ask?
Well…we are those neighbors who wait probably five days to a week too long to mow the yard. Our grass isn’t crazy overgrown or anything like that but #fivekids takes more time than we have to mow the lawn somedays. And the weeds. I try and pull weeds every once in a blue moon when I remember or wear my purple underwear (hey wait, I don’t own purple underwear…that could be a big source of my de-weeding problem). I have resorted to getting rid of every single plant that cannot care for itself and I cannot identify. This means our yard will consist of nothing but hostas and river rock very soon.
That’s not so bad right? I mean we are just the corner lot where we have overgrown grass and bushes and weeds. It’s not like we don’t try and take care of our yard on a regular (even though it isn’t consistent) basis. But it’s probably also the toys. Our brood has sooooooooooooo many stinking yard toys. Which are great! Our kids love to be outside so they usually end up strewn throughout the yard and when they are put away, well, it makes our garage look like an episode of hoarders. We seriously do have hooks and baskets for all the toys so we can actually fit two cars in our two stall garage. But like I said #fivekids. (Side note: it also doesn’t help our case that our neighbors got rid of their patio furniture for free and we snatched those babies up but nowhere to put them but in the garage. Thanks neighbors for helping us stay classy one free curb item at a time!)
We also let our kids have pretty much free range of our yard. This means toys everywhere. Kids everywhere. All I can hope most days is that no one is naked outside because #fivekids.
So sorry neighbors. But until our kids get older, you are probably going to just have to put up with our crazy family because we ain’t goin’ anywhere soon.
It’s that time again!
We had a busy week with school, birthday parties, dental work (I don’t even want to talk about it or pay for it…), and illegal activities.
This cutie had a birthday and got her very own car! She is riding in style with not one, not two, but three cup holders!!!!
We are trying to convince Ella that tights are not pants. Ever.
Apparently it is illegal to feed ducks at the park. Whoops! If the geese attack you, blame it on these two cuties.
Drive by ducking.