Not much going on around the home front. I've been so busy I can barely sit still. It truly is amazing what being a stay-at-home mom really means and it sure as hell ain't stayin' at home! I'm always running somewhere or doing something. Even when my intention is to stay put one of these little darlings decides it's time to projectile vomit or choke on their own phlegm and I'm off to the docs. Luckily, we've avoided too many doctor visits but have been running around between two schools, the gym, the grocers, the baker, AND well, no, not the candlestick maker's, but, you get my drift. My wonderful, kind, loving, supportive, and driven husband had a birthday on Monday. Some of you may be wondering what I gave him? *Get your mind outta the gutter*

Well, first I made him rub my back and scratch my head while watching an episode of Lost. Yeah, I know, totally better than an orgasm. Then, I proceeded to decline any and all physical contact to let him know that I WAS NOT happy with him. I told him how much I love him after a mile long list of criticism and anger was unleashed. Gee, I wonder what I'll get on my birthday? Maybe he'll punch me in the eye and introduce me to the daughter he's sired with the lady down the street? Yippee!

Needless to say, I was a bitch! Royally. So, after realizing that my crazy hormones had me in a choke hold and they continued to pistol whip me the entire next day, I made it up to him last night. Go ahead, let your mind wander...but just picture me looking like Demi Moore, K? Luckily we had his family over the previous Saturday evening after they had all worked the entire day on my hubby's new store. I was exhausted from the week and felt completely jipped that I had to be with the kids the entire weekend alone too. I can get nothing done with kids underfoot, especially the youngest, who was also sick. She just sees me as a walking keg with her favorite drink on tap. Anyway, the evening went well considering the pervasive exhaustion we all faced. Despite my head cold, exhaustion, and resentment I made Kelly a cake. I had just put the finishing touches on it when Kelly walked by with Ayda in his arms. Faster than Mister Miyagi with a pair of chopsticks, Ayda swipes a few letters from the cake and began to hysterically try to shake the icing from her hand making a truly displeased groaning sound. Too bad she hadn't yet figured out what a tasty treat she was missing. The cake read:

Happy P THday, Kelly!

I suppose that's how we all felt anyway. I've got my work cut out for me trying to make this up to him. Not that we ever make too big of a deal of birthdays, but it's just been a madhouse around here.

Happy birthday, babe! Even though I'm foaming at the mouth some evenings when you walk in the door there's no one I'd rather unleash my rabid rage and disappointment upon. You rule...BIG TIME!