Awww...Sunday, Sunday....where does the weekend go? I swear it should be Friday night....something must be amiss 'round here.

I felt a slight case of Spring fever today. The weather here in the Lone Star state is wonderful...the kids are playing outside, R is grilling dinner (it smells like dinner anyway!) and I am lounging out on the patio swing chillin like a villian....sorry my kids say that I guess it stuck for some reason.

All in all a good weekend, just flies by as usual, and the next thing I know it's freakin' Monday. Crazy how that gig works isn't it?

Earlier today I thought it might be "fun" to let the kids help me wash the cars. Everything in this house starts off as a good idea..the chances of it ending up as a good idea are about 50/50. I used to put a wee bit more thought into my "ideas", but that led me to think the only safe and uneventful activity for my kids would be making them sit still in a bubble....doing NOTHING!!!

Okay,, so the cars did get clean...kinda. As clean as they shall get anyway. Did you know that a 7 year old can be sqeezed into a bucket full of soapy dirty water by his "loving" older siblings and be happy bout it? And I don't know about you, but I love nothing more than finally having one side of the car dried and clean to have two little ones decide to REWASH it for me. Gotta "love" the gifts that just keep giving.

In an effort to remove the little hand prints on the car, I realized that they "MAGICALLY" re-appear after washing. Curious isn't it? Apparently no one touched it, must be the damn dog...who knew he grew himself a pair of hands?? Miracles happen in my house every day as well.

Garden hoses are not for watering or washing around here...nope they are weapons of mass destruction. Did no one listen when I said, "Please don't get me wet? Please don't spray your brother in the face? PLEASE PUT DOWN THE FREAKIN GARDEN HOSE???" I talk to the air every day...sometimes it listens, but most of the time it carries my words off to some distant make believe land. I believe it is the land where all parent's voices go....

Cars were cleaned...dog was wet and muddy, little ones looked as if they had been sand blasted with water...and thought it a good idea to roll around in the grass while being wet...nothing like weeds stuck to every FREAKIN ounce of clothing..tracked through the house I just cleaned...man, that's some awesome stuff.


So, perhaps I need to find a better way to deal with my Spring Fever. Maybe it should involve me, myself and I and a Starbucks Latte, on the island where all the parents voices go....if anyone should care to join me...I am sure you already know the way.

Take care out there...and please STAY AWAY FROM THE GARDEN HOSE!!!

AM