New Digs

I feel a meltdown coming on, and it's going to be mine.

In the 2 hours and 15 minutes the gang has been up, I have dealt with:

"Mom, Maiya has paint on her..."
"Uh, hon...Maiya is playing in the cleaning supplies...."
"Didn't I just tell you two to stay out of the neighbors blackberries?"
"Do not tip that Lazyboy chair over!"
"Did you really have to fill that brand new spanking clean diaper with poop?"
"Mom...I'm still hungry."
"Mom, where is my new tattoo? You said we could have new ones today..."
"Where are my pants?"
"Where is my belt?"
"Where are my shoes"
"I need some money."
"Mom, when are we going to go to the beach?"
"Mom, when are we going to go to the water park again?"
"Mom, when are we going to scrap?"
"Mom, can I have my shirt off?" NO! "But I'm freezing..."
And in the time it took me to turn on the TV and find something for the biggies to watch...Maiya wolfed down my PB & J sandwich and smeared jelly everywhere.

I SWEAR TO GOD, IT IS LIKE A VERBAL CHINESE WATER TORTURE......

Whine ahead, and it isn't coming in a glass.............

My back hurts...it seized up yesterday at Meijer. My glands are swollen and I have a funky throat. My fillings from a few weeks ago still have a dull ache. The bathroom is a wreck, and only half painted. Maiya is a fussbucket, can't blame her though. :( The biggies have been driving me nutso the last few days, Trent mainly. At first I thought it was post migraine psychosis, but know I know better. He's trying to get the better of me what with all the squealing and repetitive noises. All. Day. Long. I can't really take them out and go anywhere in good conscience, since Maiya has the cooties.

I need to re-prioritize. The house is driving me crazy since just about every room is a mess. Except that is not what matters right now. I swore I was not going to spend the whole short summer working on the house instead of having fun with the kids. I'd love to do these home things after the kids go to bed at night, except it seems I've got nothing left to give by then. So in an effort to 'de-funk' myself, here are the positives:

*Jim should be done with the guest room in one more day. (Monday) Then we can move the futon out of the computer room and back where it belongs.
*The bathroom should be smooth sailing as soon as I finish painting it (Today damnit!) I'll have Jim put up all the hardware and it will be done with the exception of curtains and a sink skirt.
*The kitchen should be pretty easy to paint and border.
*The kitchen floor is half stripped already (From last summer, crikey...)
*All the rugs are being steam cleaned Monday night.
*The dog moves outside about 7 minutes after the carpet cleaning guy leaves.
*The carpet for upstairs arrives in 22 more days. Yay! It will be quieter in here.
*After the hardwood floor is redone in the guest room, the village office moves in there. Then I should actually be able to work instead of pulling Maiya off the fax machine/out of the garbage/out of the desk drawers/off the adding machine every two minutes.
And more importantly,
*I have three beautiful children who like to hang out with me still. Guess I'll go shower and figure out what to do with them today. :)

Now would somebody just tell me to shut up and stop whining? Katie....? ;)