One of THOSE days

Ever have one of those days? I'm having one of them right now. It isn't even noon and I am deeply entrenched in ONE OF THOSE DAYS.

I had a great post planned. It is actually done, but it is missing something. There is also a lot of horrid grammar and I can't let it out of the box until I fix it. But this post, being that I am having ONE OF THOSE DAYS, I dont' care what mistakes you find. Mispellings. Punktuation erors. Whatev.

My house is a disaster. I have a ton of irons in the fire . . . a web site I'm supposed to be working on for my sister. Business cards I said I'd design for my other sister (I started this one but can't think of a cool enough business name--she's starting her own bakery business--any ideas, please shoot 'em my way--maybe I'll hold a contest! Hold your thoughts on this one . . . ), books that are so passed due at the library I'll have to take out a loan to pay the fines, stuff I've been meaning to write, things that need to be scrapbooked, a journal that needs to be updated, classes that need to be taken (for a volunteer project I really wanted to do at the time but didn't realize the time and commitment involved and I CAN'T back out . . . ), blogs that I desperately want to visit, some awards that need to be shared (I swear I haven't forgotten and am so, so thankful to each of you that deemed me worthy enough to present me with an award), a flyer for the ice cream block party that needs to be created, programs that need to be learned, and the biggest albatross of all . . . an office that desperately needs to be overhauled. But, you know what I've been doing for the last three hours?

Playing with J. Rolling balls on the floor. Squeezing my huge behind through a tunnel made for toddlers (him laughing his butt off watching me struggle to get to the other side--sorry, no pictures), chasing him from one end of the room to the other (man has he gotten quick with the whole crawling thing), watching him be all daredevil-ish by climbing on the very top of his chair while holding onto the couch--looking at me as if to say, "Look at me, I'm an ER trip waiting to happen!" Laugh. Giggle. Snicker. Laugh.

Having the time of my life while still in my PJs. My Cookie Monster PJs. I kid you not. Don't believe me . . .
*Can you see my double chin or the graham cracker crumbs on my, um, chest, or that J is covered in a mixture of oatmeal and cracker goo? Forgive me for my not-so-fabulous mothering.

My house is a mess. A huge mess. Don't believe me . . .

*Cereal, crackers, you can't see the dishes, but they are there, those dang overdue library books, a soother than needs batteries . . . and don't say your house is worse to make me feel better. I cleaned up a little before I took this shot and then I gave you the most flattering angle.

*J actually has a play room (and his own room) upstairs (a converted bonus room). But, the simple fact is, he owns every square inch of this house. And I SWORE we would never be THOSE people with kid stuff everywhere. Yeah. Whatever . . .


Oh, and that office? Very bad things have happened in that office. My life threw up in that office. Don't believe me . . .


*We don't deserve to have a house. We should just live in a cave. I have no words for this monstrosity. But no that a long, long time ago (like about 10 months and 2o days ago) I used to be a neat freak. I miss her sometimes . . .


I saw a total summer movie (Lindsey, this could be a summer movie due to the animation, but also a winter movie because it is deeper than you'd suspect) yesterday with my friend Carrie (the post I had planned was all about her and DATING!!! Will post tomorrow if the grammar improves). We saw WALL E. Amazing animation. Touching. MAJOR MESSAGE flick. Kids may get a little antsy, but adults will be riveted. Why am I sharing this with you? I'd like to say it is because I wanted to encourage you to see a educational yet heartwarming movie. In reality, it is because I don't want to change out of my PJs or clean the office.


Tried out the new jogging stroller yesterday. Because it has a stationary front wheel (recommended for runners--safety and all), you really have to get used to maneuvering it. Let's just say that the biceps I do have were completely useless. BUT, J certainly loved the ride. Every time I slowed down he CRIED. Great. What have I set myself up for now? Look at me . . . procrastinating again.

Listen. I gotta go. J's devoured his two cookies and 45 pieces of cereal. He needs a nap. I need to get out of my PJs before noon (I doubt it'll happen, but it is certainly worth a try). But, being that the office needs that overhaul I keep mentioning, there is no doubt I'll be back . . . for um, moral support. Yeah, that's it. Moral support.

*BTW, this is the first time I am not going back to reread what I just wrote. Not checking for spelling, grammar, or punctuation. The English teacher has left the building . . . for how.