My mind is mush. Marty worked 60 hours last week. Which means I was alone with the kids for a very long time. I am tired. I am drained. And I just realized that the boys are watching the Wiggles right now. See what happens when I sit down to finally blog? The Wiggles happen.
I am not a fan of the Wiggles, they give me the heebie-jeebies. Men should not act that way, it is not natural. I am still trying to figure out how that show came about, were they all sitting around a campfire, drinking beer and playing poker, and suddenly one of them announced, "Hey guys! I have an idea! Let's get a TV show and sing about a big red car! It will be great!" The rest of them said, "Ooh, yeah, great idea! But we might have to give up anything manly. Let's throw out these beers and start drinking wine coolers!"
I'm going to try and change the channel, let's see what happens, shall we? Ooh! It's like live blogging! Fun! This works out great, since I didn't have a topic to write about today, I was just going to ramble a little bit and hope it was funny. Wow, I guess that is happening anyway. Oops.
OK, changing the channel now. I must select something that is more intriguing than the creepy men dancing on the screen right now. I would love to turn it off, but the boys are staring intently and the fallout of just switching it off is not something I want. I need to change the channel, then when they are distracted by something else, switch it off slyly. You know, like a ninja. Hmmmmm...
Success! I switched to the movie Annie, which the kids love, and there were no protests. Maybe this wasn't as entertaining as I hoped. I'd rather have calm children than good blog fodder, though, so you will all have to deal with it. My kids are not crazy all the time, no matter how it may seem here!
I usually turn the TV off at 10:30, but my mind is mush and I can't remember what time it is. That combined with the fact that I haven't adjusted the clock above the kitchen sink for daylight savings time yet, and I get really confused very easily. Changing that clock requires a chair and climbing on the counter. I cannot do it while the kids are awake, or they will get the idea that they can climb on the counter, too. I have already broken that bad habit in them, I don't want to open up old naughty behaviors. I have enough naughty behaviors to deal with right now, like hugging your brother by wrapping your hands around his throat and squeezing.
Well, since it is an hour later than I thought, I'd better go fix the crew some lunch before they start chewing on each other's arms. Sorry for the strange rambling, but that's pretty much all I got right now.