Well so much for Monday cleaning

I love to clean on Mondays.  I find it the best day to spruce everything back to place after a reckless weekend has ended.  Who wants to waste Saturday and Sunday doing chores?  I want to have fun!  Family Fun!  And most of all enjoy my two days of morning bliss, where my wonderful husband wakes up for morning baby duty.  When I hear that cry at 6 am and know that I don't have to budge.  BLISS comes over me and I feel like a queen.  But back to Mondays....cleaning.  I love mondays, kids off to school baby in bouncer and the smell of lysol fills the air.  However, today is not that day.  Today I deal with runny noses, painful swelling, and cranky crying.  At least the weather is inline with the kids.  Cold, windy, and rainy is all I see when I peer out the window next to the desk.  The wind is actually blowing so hard that it looks like a hurricane.  No wonder the two hours I slept last night I dreamed of tornados.  So here it is, the real WA that I have been not so waiting for, rain.  I now  regret not buying rain boots.  But I need the funnest pair and even though I have found them I couldn't see myself laying down 100 smackers for some rubber.  Note I said "couldn't" meaning that after going to the mailbox this morning in flip flops I feel as though I could spend significantly more than 100 smackers to keep my toes dry.  So for today, my monday, I relinquish all my plans and give my time to the three midgets in my house.  What I think is so funny that whoever just read this did so in about a minute, but didn't realize that it took me three hours to write.  During this tiny paragraph I have poured milk, made soup, changed not one but two poop diapers, wiped noses, and rocked a cranky baby to sleep.  Finding joy in the midst of chaos:)

Painfully Perfect Pie

Well hello to anyone who would actually read this.  As for my best friend Katie, I am finally going to write some of the funny and not so funny things down that happen to.  For years now she tells me I could write a book of all the crazy events that happen in my life and sell it.  Well I figure if I ever took her advice and actually wrote a book I would probably find it in some Dollar Tree marked for a quarter.  So, to not totally kill my self esteem I thought I would start small and try this thing that everyone seems to be doing....THE BLOG!

So let us talk pie, I find it a great way to start anything, a conversation, a dinner, a day!  Who doesn't love pie?  As some of you know I am having a little problem with this painfully perfect pie.  Since having Joshua I have become addicted to Edwards Hershey Pie (found in your grocers freezer)!  It is much cheaper at Walmart than anywhere else, just incase anyone wants to try it:)  I can't even really remember how this obsession started.  But nonetheless, here I am, almost committed to a rehab center for people who cannot stop eating pie.  Soon they might have to take the roof off of the house and use a crane to pull me out if I can't come up with a way to quit!  Some of you might say to me, "Amy, why do you just not buy the pie?" And I would say I try not to buy the pie but something within me tells me I have to or the world might stop turning.  Now since I care so much about the world could I really take the risk?  So tonight as I type this waiting for everyone in my house to sleep, I can hardly wait until I can tip toe down the stairs to sit in the quite and throw myself into that yummy pie.  Could my pie problem really be that bad?????  Shhhh, I think everyones asleep.... Yippy Skippy!