Ramblings.

I'm too tired to post anything too exciting today. We were gone for the weekend (which was a fabulous trip to see some good friends in Pennsylvania. Really good friends. The kind you wish were your next door neighbor...) and I'm feeling the need to recover. Must. Drink. More. Coffee. And so far, yesterday and today have felt like the longest days ever.

Yesterday, I was supposed to take the kids to a birthday party. This particular friend lives an hour away and the party started at 9:30am, so I was scrambling to get things ready, not to mention that I was hurdling over stuff that still wasn't put away from getting home at 11 the night before. I finally get the kids in shoes and coats and am ready to walk out the door when I discover that I can't find my keys. I knew that Dennis was the last one to have them, so I started to search all of the possible places that they could be: in his "key spot", left in the door, in his pants pocket that are in the laundry, behind the couch... They were no where to be found. We have no cell phone (yes, you read that right. We don't have a cell phone.) and Dennis was in class. I knew that he was going to be in class until 11:18 (yes, 11:18!) so I sent him an email asking him where the keys were, figuring they were in his pocket. He called at 11:20 saying, "Ummm... sorry. They're in my pocket. Do you need them?" At least at 11:20, I was over wanting to kill him as I'd had 3 hours to get over it, so I just said no. Why didn't I use the spare keys you ask? Good question. Said spare keys are now my keys because my previous set of keys got lost in the hugest leaf pile you have every seen last fall. And we're just too lazy to get another set of spare keys.

Today, the kids were playing quietly in the closet. Note to self: when kids are playing quietly in the closet and you're thinking that this is too good to be true it probably is too good to be true. I open the door to see that Eli and Sadie have gotten into the markers and have colored all over the floor, some toys, and themselves. I get them out of the closet, clean them up, and shoo them to the table to color. I go upstairs to take a shower and get ready. When I get back downstairs the table and two children are covered in flour. Note to self: do not leave flour on the table where your children can reach it. I've never had an anxiety attack before, but I think had one this morning. I had to take LOTS of deep breaths. All of these crazy antics happened before 8:30am. I think I'm just going to sleep in from now on as I don't think I can handle all the craziness! Now, if only the children would cooperate...

Totally off the subject: I feel the need to add some sort of picture so here's a card I made for one of Dennis' nephews who had his HS graduation this past weekend, which we missed. Dennis has three nephews who graduated this year and we're going to miss all of their graduations. That's the hard part of living a thousand miles away from your family.