I'M THERE



Why the heck are you smiling?

Ok, I'm there. I'm officially at my wit's end. Right here. Right now. Just cancelled Chloe's horseback riding 'cause I went on a relatively short trip to the ER to get Caleb four stitches in his forehead (kid nailed him with a rock). Certainly a baby book moment moving him from little boy into kidhood, but screw it, I don't even know where the baby book is anymore. And tomorrow's my birthday and I've been reminded that I've outlived Jesus ninety times. Awesome. My husband said he needed to get my present today after work. I said the best present you can give me is to come home early. Which he did (20 minutes, woo-fricken'-hoo). He helped the boys out of the tub, got them dressed, and there's mac and cheese going on the stove, all of which took 15 minutes. Thank you, honey. Of course, he just let me know he has a softball game in a half hour and is leaving again. Screw you. His phone has received 3 text messages in the last 5 minutes and oh, now it's ringing, here he goes, yelling into the phone like he's at a Padres game. Music to my ears. And if I have to talk about the Gold Rush one more time this week, anyone who's around better watch out because I'm about to take a nugget and stick it up somewhere where the sun don't shine. Doorbell's ringing...gotta go.