you know what?

I think I would blog a lot better if I didn't feel the unnecessary pressure to put a picture with each post. Who do I think I am? An awesome photographer? Maybe I'd relieve that pressure if I stole pictures from other people - you know the perfect creative window into my soul regarding whatever it is I feel like writing about. I don't think that's ethical though, huh?

I told my sister I'm pretty sure that I woke up on the wrong side of the mommy-bed a few days in a row. My dad and stepmom, Judith, have been here visiting the past few days and it's been so awesome to have an extra pair of hands and playmates for the babes, but something about a little bit of help makes me a little braindead too. It's kind of like I'm two minutes behind, with nothing planned, waiting for someone to tell me what comes next.

Yesterday in a thirty minute span, Benjamin blew out his diaper (literally poop up his back to his head), Elias woke up from a nap with massive swollen hives all over his body, & Glory managed to get her diaper off during naptime & played poop picasso. For a few minutes, I had to stand there and just sort of stare around and then I realized, "oh! this is all my mess to clean up!".

So, how do you make sure you get back on track when you're off-kilter? When there is three laundry piles instead of one, you don't remember the day of the week, your toenail polish is long past expired, and the days (and sleepless nights) don't stop coming? Here's my plan:
I'm going to pack my market tote TONIGHT rather than tomorrow morning.
Make a long list.
Consolidate said laundry pile.
Cuddle with handsome husband.