still moving.

We've moved over some things but I need more. Naturally. Really, we just moved beds, fridge and stove so I need A LOT more. I've cleaned out much of my kitchen and have to say if I had cleaned out my cabinets more often I would have known that mice were able to get to the top shelf of my spice cabinet. Whoda thought they were that nimble?! Who do they think they are? Can I not have one place that is just mine?? No infestations of any kind!?

So I start unpacking some items yesterday and excitedly opened my silverware drawer for the first time since we set them up the night before. I plop a few razor blades into the drawer (Something we never have enough of. Weird.)and see movement. Crap, what was that? Big spider. WHY? I thought we bug/mice proofed our living quarters. Uhm no. What was I thinking? I left the critter alone cause I don't want to spray Black Flag into where my silverware will go and I most certainly will not grab paper towels and pick it up. SO I check this morning and it is gone. Nice. Where o where will it turn up next. Sock drawer? Ruben's diaper basket? Only time will tell. I did, however, spray the perimeter with some at-home bug treatment stuff. Let's hope the spider got a good whiff and will turn up upside down ... soon.

I saw the alligator lizard today. I did not tell Jacob though. He'd obsess about it again. Hm. Wonder where that comes from?

I really don't have time for more so another day, another time. Until then, keep blogging all. I look forward to reading your thoughts. By the way, I am not feeling as crabby...about a 4 on the scale. Although, I really have no patience for misbehaving children. My poor kids have it rough right now. Eh, they're resilient. They will get a big fat gift when all is said & done for being such troopers. Not sure what yet but perhaps something I don't even know about. Good bye.

catch up.

Does anyone else have trouble getting the font to stay the way you want it? Moving on ...

I'm still crabby. Not as bad as say 3 weeks ago (shoot, three days ago) but a 7 on a scale from 1-10. I am set to move in this weekend. Yikes. I am far from ready. Perhaps 15 bins and 8 boxes are ready. Yeah ... Not so good. But my theory is this: move what I need and come back for the rest ... I actually adapted that from another family member but whatever, let's (again) consider it is my theory.

I am interested to see how the kitchen comes out. We put one of the tables together today and I am excited to see how the whole thing will look together. Odd, no doubt, but just what we want. I found the tables/cabinets at IKEA (LOVE LOVE LOVE this place.) I actually found quite a few fun things ... I should be honest, I love almost everything about this store. I could go on for quite some time about the perks but will spare you. I spent three hours shopping there on Monday and was tempted to go another round. (I say round cause the store is set up like a maze. You enter here and end somewhere else.) I may have a problem.

Jake has taken this week off to finish this phase. He (and others) have been working like a madman. He gets a few weeks ahead trucking to spare a week to work day and night putting together a home. We've been running back & forth between our house and Susan's. I am so tired of this. You never feel like you belong. For instance tonight: I took some of my food to Susan's yesterday so there is nothing here. But tomorrow when I'm on the hill I will have wished I as at home for an extra change of clothes. The shuffle is killing all of us. I can't imagine the amount of money we will save on food alone when we are in Seymour. Thank goodness cause I hate Sonic.

We have an alligator lizard in the house. Well, at least that's what we call them in California. Jacob desperately wants to catch him so he can have a pet. He is frantic about not having something to take care of. I feel for them. I had pets all my life and can't imagine not having one. One of these days we'll get something but Jake says it will be a hog (to later slaughter), a calf (to later slaughter), or chickens (to steal their eggs). Good times. Good times.

Jacob turned 6 last Sunday. We took him to Castaway Cove to celebrate. Most of the family was there. Everyone got wet which was awesome. The lazy river makes it all worth it. The cliffhanger got even LG and Jared in the water. Actually the lazy river did but who cares right? We had fun and hit up CC's Pizza afterward.

Isaac is potty trained and with that a more frequent responsibility for me (ugh)--toilet paper duty. This has to be the worst stage in parenting. You really need to stop what you're doing EVERY time they pee, which is far too often. Let's not get into #2--so much waiting! Who really needs an audience? Anyway, I am taking him to a doctor in Dallas next month to have his size evaluated. I'll keep you posted.

Evann is growing up so fast. She is mimicking Jacob constantly. But doesn't really have anything going on in her life at the moment. Ruben as well, pretty dull. He has not cut any teeth yet but will try to take a bite out of you if you get near his gumline.

I think I've done far too much blogging for one evening. I'm sleepy and have much to do tomorrow. We are laying laminate flooring upstairs so I need my rest. Good night to all. Late.

nothing important.

I really have nothing important to discuss so I will just ramble and see where it goes...

I have been closed off. I've removed myself from whatever I could (many things will not allow this which is disappointing). I feel once I get through the move I will be in a better state of mind and my spirits can then (willingly) be lifted. Right now I just want to be left to wallow. Selfish? Yes, I know. But I need to be right now. At least I tell myself that. No, I do not feel like hurting my kids or leaving my husband. I am happy where they are concerned. Well, I do wish Evann & Isaac would stop having temper tantrums. It drives me insane when Isaac throws himself on the floor and then throws his head back onto whatever is behind him creating a loud thud followed by even more piercing screams. And I stand there fuming as I watch him do this not caring that he has been hurt. Shoot, he deserves it for acting like that. "I hope that hurts Isaac. Maybe next time you'll think twice before you throw yourself onto that tile floor behind you." He doesn't and he'll do it again in the very near future.

Evann is going through the "I don't WANT to" phase. That's just as frustrating. And who am I to be frustrated?? I am essentially doing the same thing. I am a hypocrite. And a negative one at that. Tired too. I will finish something tomorrow. That is once I do some work first. No, my reports are not 100% complete but I did get a lot of work done before my meaningless blog.