I am haunted!

Yes. I am haunted. I think it's a personal problem. It all started when I began cleaning bathtubs. You know how this goes: spray down the tub, wait the allotted one to three minutes for the deadly chemical to penetrate, slap on the latex, grab your texture of choice and then bend and twist into that awkward position required to shine the tub. I can handle all this; in fact, it gives me a rush. Unfortunately, this is usually the moment that I see IT. THE hair. I scrub right through it thinking that it will go away...and momentarily it's gone. After several rinses of my rag I think all is clear...until I start scrubbing again. About this time I give up the fight and gently prod the hair along its way down the drain. I get back to working proud of my progress when suddenly, there it is again. How this happens I will never know!

Actually, I think this is a curse because it’s no secret that I married my husband for his great hair. Last night I was giving Beau a haircut for the fourth time ever. This was going to be the best haircut he had ever gotten...from me. Beau had this ingenious idea to use a trash bag as his apron, but he stretched out the neck getting it over his head so then he had me stuff paper towels around it so that no hair would go down his neck. If you can imagine this, yes, it did look as funny as it sounds.

Anyway, I was snipping away, (more like hacking) through the entire movie of Ocean's Thirteen. I was in the ZONE! Suddenly I feel little mists of water on my arm only to realize that Keagan has been using the water bottle to spray the millions of hairs off the trash bag. I look down and realize that I am standing in a hairy puddle of water. Let me just say, the only thing worse than cleaning up a pile of hair is cleaning up a pile of wet hair! It was awful! I swept and scrubbed and mopped trying to keep the hair away from our new white carpet. It was about one in the morning when I finally finished cleaning my floor and went up to shower... and there (of coarse) on the backside of the tub is that pesky hair! Like I said, I am haunted.

Push it on through!

Kaleb has been clinging to me today like the side of the swimming pool.  It's days like today (and yesterday... oh, and the day before) that make me wonder if I'll be a fully functioning person when I'm old enough to enjoy the fruits of my labor.  Yes...that would be the day when my children can wake up, use the loo, brush their teeth, and appear downstairs smiling and ready for a hearty breakfast fully clothed with hair neatly combed.  Days like today I wonder if, when he arrives at home ready for a perfect meal and presentable children, my husband will notice that my eyes don't exactly move together even though I've plastered a permagrin on my face.  I'm sure you all have days like this when you feel like all you've done is a load of laundry and a cycle of dishes, (which consequently are not folded or put away); however, I just completely abandoned all those frets and feelings when he so proudly displayed the origin of his distress: his first front tooth.    

Everything...

I am so happy!

Really. My heart is so full! I've just been in awe lately of all of the truly beautiful people in the world. Good people. People are good. We're all just one big family and we're here to help each other home. That's what it's all about!
So, I just wanted to thank all the beautiful people in my life ...
... you are everything!