some days are like that....

last night for story time we read, " alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day." 

if i was writing that book today, i wouldn't have anything to write about that is as tragic as tragic as having to wear railroad striped pajamas or loosing my marble down the drain.

isn't that the worst?

when you are having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day....for  NO REASON???

so far today, i have exercised (only because i have a friend that is counting on me to be there,) taken a nap w/ in an hour and a half of waking up, ate some leftover salad for breakfast, read a few blogs and i have caught up on all the face booking i have not been doing because i was trying to avoid it because the virtual world isn't nearly as important ....and it's 1:30!!!!

in actuality, the day hasn't been terrible, horrible, no good or very bad....i'm just not myself for some unknown reason!

meanwhile, my kids have had free reign on the house for the past 2.5 hours while my computer has sucked some of the life out of me. 

2 hours ago, i had them begin writing in their journals.

i was just going to "check my e-mail"

 so good for self discipline.

then just about when i was beginning to feel guilty (and rightfully so) for my lack of drive today and neglect of my children, i started to realize that leaving them be has actually not been all that bad!

i have heard LOTS and LOTS of creative play going on. 

the have jumped on the bed,

had conversations about snakes attacking, 

played house together,
sang many, many songs,

played jump off the couch into the pillow pit,

and are currently wearing their dress up capes and are playing dragons.

christmas 2009

who needs a mother anyways???
laughing and childhood bliss have been prevalent.

i only have heard quarreling 2 times. 

they haven't had their mother breathing down their neck.

and i did NOT turn on the television like i thought of doing for the first time in a long time.
THEY had a good morning.

now i think i've talked myself out of having a "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day" after all.

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i am starting to hear cries for mom.

"mom, isn't it about time for lunch yet????"
"mom, dallin just pooped on the floor."


and into the room he walks.....sans clothing or diaper.

i think it's time to go survey the damage and pay the consequence for my negligence!

post addition: the details.

1/4 jar of peanut butter w/ buggers on the side....really1?!?! 

no wonder why she wasn't asking for lunch!

let the good times roll!