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BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My enemy!

Yesterday started off wonderful. A light rain was not enough to stop our Sunday plans. Mr. B had Army Drill so it was just me and the girls. Miss M, Miss P and I went to church, after church we went to our favorite menudo joint Los Picos. Miss M can tear up a bowl of menudo and loves it piled high with cilantro, onions, cabbage and lime. She is the only 4 year old that I have ever seen eat it like that. Anyhow, the girls displayed their best manners at the restaurant. Since their behavior was going so well, I thought I would try and stop a few more places with them. (I normally have a 2 stop rule when I am by myself with the girls....I will only attempt 2 places before behavior has a melt down so I quit trying to do so much) So off to Target and Costco we went, both without incident. Once we got home we were all excited to start our Valentine's project when the behavior started....not from my children, but from our toilet. One of the little girls had to take a very big poop after that big breakfast....you know where this is going, right....well within minutes of being home water, toilet paper and yep, turds were floating down my hall way and making their way into the bedrooms. WHY do these things happen when Mr. B is far, far away? I bring him up, because the day before I noticed the toilet acting funny and I asked him to fix it. Apparently, just looking at it was his definition of fixing it, so when the next person went to flush....poop boats went down the hallway. I went from peaceful and happy to raging with a mouth full of profanity screaming at Mr. B on the phone as the water continued to rise. I realized that I could scream at him all day, but then the whole house was gonna be under water so I had to get it together, even if just for a moment. The turn off at the back of the toilet was so hard to turn off. My little girls were looking at me wondering if I had turned into a monster as I screamed at them to go get towels. My shoes were wet, my socks were wet, the bottom of my pants were wet, and my shirt that was dangling in the toilet was wet...I was a mess. Once I got the water off and every single towel in the house down and took the girls next door,I came home and did what only I would do...took a nap. Yep, I left it there for Mr. I fixed it to deal with. Our Valentine's project was never started, and I spent the evening apologizing to the girls for my behavior and thanking them for all of their help with the towels. I feel a little guilty for letting my rage come out in front of them, but I will blame it on my crazy pregnant hormones. Mr. B mentioned that he will be buying a new toilet. Thank goodness!

Superwoman has left the building!

It is so exciting to think that we get a new year every year! Like the last 5 years of my life, 2008 continued to spin me around like a crazy lady. I finally have reached a point where I desperately need to come up for air. Year after year, I have continued to load up my plate with work, kids, family, social events and pretty much anything else that was out there. I think I have finally reached my breaking point...not that I am gonna go crazy or need to be commited, or feel like I am gonna jump off a bridge kind of breaking point, but more of a physical exhaustion kind of breaking point. Now don't get me wrong, as stressful and busy as the last 5 years have been I have enjoyed just about every single second of it. It has been filled with babies, hard work, new houses, family and friends and lots of love. The problem that I have realized is that when you load your plate too full, other parts of life take a back seat and 2009 is the time to make some adjustments. With the passing of my dear grandma this year, it is a reminder of how precious life is.

With that being said, I look forward to staying home more, preparing for our 4th and final addition in June, nursing baby 4 through age 5, having conversations with Mr. B and reprogramming my mind to slow down. This Superwoman is hanging up her cape in 2009.

So here is to 2009. May we all get back to the basics of family and friends.

No more CHITA

After 9 and a half months and being 2 months pregnant and not sleeping for the last month, I have had to make the very sad and frustrating decision to stop nursing little Miss O. Her need to have night time nursing parties has brought me to my knees. So here I am 2 days into my decision with boobs about to blow up with milk. Who said nursing was easy? They lied!!! I suppose if the engorgement ever goes away I might consider turning them back over to Mr. B!

Thanksgiving

The girls had a nice little performance at school for Thanksgiving. Miss M was a very happy Indian and Miss P was a not so happy Pilgrim. Miss M loves to sing and dance, Miss P would rather hide under the table. Funny how different they are.

Veteran's Day

I took my kiddos and my 2 God children to the Veteran's Day Parade. The kids loved it and I always enjoy watching everyone go by. I wonder if any of my girls will be interested in the military when they get older?

Back to blogging

So many changes in the last several months has left me with very little energy to do more than absolutely necessary to get through each day. Planning a funeral is exhausting, Aunt B moved back to Tucson, and mild nausau set in, and Olivia was on a mission to nurse every 2 to 3 hours at night. But I am back, trying to get on track again.....