Perfectionism is just at bad as Procrastination. and you know what they say about Procrastination...

So today is the first day of the rest of my life. But all I really want to do is call my sister and discuss all my life dreams and aspirations and mull over how to get there!!!! But she is at a boy scout function with her son and my awesome newphew. How dare she!!! I have a real life world crisis on my hands! How to get where I want to be. Which to be brutally honest - is perfection. Perfect wife, mother, friend, daughter, co-worker. But alas my house is in shambles! My thoughts are in complete chaos!, I am completly disorganized! Don't even let me start on my car - the hubs can onlly shake his head when his eyes that try to stay adverted glance upon the monstrosity that is my car. At least that is what I wish he would do. I feel so behind I don't even know where to start. I like to start with a phone call to my big sister...she can get me out a funk faster - well you know a jackrabbit on a date. but she isn't available. What to do. What to do. Well time to but on my big girl boots and dive right in. First - I showered and blowed dried my hair before the kids really woke up. 2nd - dressed to lace up shoes - thank you flylady. 3rd - enjoy a cup a coffee while I write this blog. 4th - order some stuff to help me out of my pit of disorganized chaos 5th - finish writing this blogpost 6th - Try not to let my perfectionism get in my way of getting things done. Last but not least tell myself and believe that I am perfect enough!

If you can dodge a wrench...?

I just heard my older boy say hey- lets go outside and play dodge chair! WTH!!!!!

Mob musings

Why do people- males- drive with the window down and their arm out the window?

Fuzzies :(

The things we bring home after working all day

Most important baby brother from daycare.
One bacon cheese burger with mustard and ketchup.
One bacon cheese burger plain
One deluxe cheese burger (yeah hold bacon cuz I'm weird like that) plain.
Large fry for all to share.
Two fuzzies.
This is food to feed three boys and two snakes. Ew.
There is a reason they call them fuzzies:(
But this is what makes me a MOB.

The fake sounds that boys make

I already posted this as a status update on Facebook - but I felt the need to get this out to warn the other MOBs out there in the world that this phenomena will infest their household if it hasn't already.

My nine year discovered serendipitously that he could make...wait for it...FART NOISES - ya know the underarm ones.  But his discovery happened under the knee.  He was watching TV on our large couch and happened to be be sitting with his knees up - he absent-minded put his hands on the back of his thighs and in his fidgety-ness started flapping his legs - hallelujah!  The heavens opened the clouds and the fart noises commenced.
Now it happens all the time - dinner, out to eat, in the car.  I guess I should be glad that they don't smell.

The best part about this story - which I don't want to forget is the story in 9 year old words of how this all started.  But then the questions start. Mom can you do it. Uh no. But I have to admit I tried with no success.  He says - I don't have to ask daddy I KNOW he can - then we heard it from the other side of the house loud and clear.  YES he can.