I need to be a grownup (apparently)

Ahh. Okay, here we go. So, tonight, all of the children left, which meant that me and Derek (and Shelley) didn't really have to be adults. Sure! Brody was at his Mamaw Betty's, Emily was at Nanny's and dear, dear Cameron had made a treck to WVA. to Howells Mill Christian Assembly for a little weekend retreat. Life was good, and somewhat worry free. I was assuming that all these other adults would be taking care of my dear, sweet children. Boy! Was I wrong!! We went out to eat and them promptly returned to home sweet home to chuckle and giggle and laugh about life in general. Just as me and Shelley were really getting into it...the phone rings. This is the beginning of the end for us. It's Brody. He is crying, and I can hear Mamaw Betty in the backround saying she is perfectly willing to bring him home. She also throw in a side note that SHE thinks he feels bad. He is just bored, and nothing doing, that boy is coming home. At this point Derek has went into his shell, and is typing away on the computer. I'm sure he somehow knew this was not the end. Needless to say, Derek has offered to go get our son. Fine. I'm okay with that. I know the child will go to sleep after he gets home and I am still thinking me and Shelley will have fun, at least. WRONG! The phone rings again. This time it is the middle child. You know...the one 45 minutes away. He is not feeling well, and is a little sad and homesick. There is crying involved. So....Derek is typing more furiously than ever on the computer. I know what he's thinking, because I'm thinking the same thing. It's going to be a long night!! At this point, it is well after 8 p.m. and we were just getting started. So, goodbyes are said to my Shelley, and off we go. There is no gas in the car. Of course. By the time we left Grayson, it was 9 p.m. Derek drove because I have a REALLY hard time driving to Huntington after dark. He does too, but is willing to sacrifice. Oh well, it's better than watching him hang on for dear life when I drive. That always makes me second guess my driving skills. By the time we got home, it was going on 11 p.m. and our lovely boys were ever so softly sawing logs in the backseat of our car with not a care in the world. I'm pretty sure Em would have come home if she didn't fear for her life. So, the leason learned is this. I have to be an adult at all times now. My own personal, selfish fun is long over. Maybe this is preparing me for being a grandparent:)

The animals are taking over the world.

Okay. How to start this blog. Hmmmm. I will start by saying that I, in no way shape or form, do not live on a farm. However. I have several neighbors who would beg to differ with me. There is the man that lives "on down" the hill from me that doesn't actually live here, but tends to drop his horses off at random times to dine on our grass and drop little presents at the end of my driveway. I have had to stop SEVERAL times, get out of my vehicle, and shoe a horse out of the road just so I could retrieve my children from the bus stop. Said horses have been seen galloping accros my yard and almost take out my beautifull Golden Retriever in one fell swoop. (much to the anguish of my other neighbor). Which brings me to my newest dilema. The neighbor that was so worried about my dog being trampled by a herd of horses, has decided that this is a great, and I mean GREAT neighborhood for roosters. There. I said it. ROOSTERS! Those dang roosters have been coming over and "hanging out" under my carport. They act as if it is the most natural thing in the world to sit between my cars and crow. Very loudly. By the way, a bb gun does nothing to a rooster. I have chased, thrown rocks, shot at and screamed at those things for a while now. Pretty sure they are blind, too. They start crowing at 3 in the morning. It's still dark at 3 in the morning. I know, because I have been out at 3 in the morning. I couldn't sleep for the COCKADOODLEDOOING!!!! So, if I went outside and saw a huge milk cow or a goat or even a llama, I would not be surprised. I have got to move.

migraine

I am going to attempt to blog with a massive headache. Sorry about the spelling. I am shaking all over, on the inside, and my head is absolutly busting! Could possibly have been from the hike in the woods or maybe, even, the ditch digging I did. Why did I dig a ditch, you ask? Well.....because if I don't it won't get done. Yep. I am a man in a woman's body. Not in the sense that I am attracted to women, mind you, but I can do what most men can do. Dig ditches, use a circular saw, get cars unstuck in an ice storm, and even basic plumbing. LOL! That makes me laugh. It's true though. Anyway, hopefully the pain will be gone soon. I'm really wishing I could feel like a girl every once in a while. No one can accuse me of being a wussy girl. p.s. I can also weedeat with the best of them.

Me and Shell

So...Shelley and her kids came up last night to spend, yet another, holiday with us! I love it. I was so excited, (as was she). So, in they came shedding their shoes and jackets as always, and I noticed that Shelley was acting VERY SLEEPY! Shew! Thank goodness! I was tired too, and come to find out, both of us were afraid to tell the other. Now, I understand why she is afraid of me, seeing as how I tend to threaten to punch her in the face quite often. Don't be alarmed. It is always said with upmost love and respect. So Derek offered to keep the kids for us so we could go to the store to purchase Easter eggs which I forgot. By the time we got there, we were EXHAUSTED! I was laying over the cart and she was shuffling and yelling at me to stop yawning. I'm pretty sure everyone thought we were an old married couple. (we are used to that by now) After all of that we went to McDonalds and got capuchinos. AHHHH!! There is nothing better than a pick-me-up chalk full of caffiene to get a person going. Needless to say by the time we got home we were full of energy and ready to get on Derek's nerves:) I'm sure he loved it!!

My luck

So, here I sit at the house, waiting on my wonderful husband to return with one of my children. He does not have his cellphone on, (figures) and I have another child vomiting. Now, you must know this about me. I do not do vomit! I am just thankful that "said child" just happens to be the oldest and wisest at this moment in time. She makes it to the bathroom. There are no tears involved and or hysterics. Me on the other hand, well, lets just say it's best for me to have an out of body experience with all of this. You see, my husband just recently returned from a year long tour in Afghanistan. He has been home for 4 weeks and 2 days. In this time he has been here, all 3 children have been sick at least once a week. My daughter is now working on her second round of being sick. We can't catch a break. It's always something. Some sort of chaos or drama. (all legitamate of course). But I'm just saying...............I just need something:)