If you are reading this...I'm sorry

Sorry because I am V E R Y boring. I'm not even sure why I decided to do a blog, I guess because my sister has one. So I think my uber boring blog will just be about what happened in my day. Prepare to be dazzled...

Today started out rather uneventful. Princess Spazzy slept until 11am or so. The Baby was up before that but was content just to suck the life out of me until he heard his sister. We got out of bed. Made some breakfast. Ate it in bed. That's what we do...everyday is breakfast in bed day, and up until last week it was lunch in bed day too. Princess Spazzy wanted pancakes, of course, and we didn't have any. However, The Dad had bought pancake mix for me and I decided I would make some super special mint chocolate chip pancakes. That is until I realized that The Dad didn't buy complete pancake mix and I would have to make a regular batch of pancakes. Sure one "batch" only makes 7-8 regular pancakes....but the princess can only eat mini pancakes and one batch makes, I don't know, 7 million or so. The Baby was clearly NOT going to allow me to make that many. So....I found some waffles in the freezer. Popped two in the toaster, cut one into strips and served the princess. "Mama what is this thing?" "It is a waffle" "MMM this is good, but why did you says its a waffle, its not a waffle mama, its a pancake" I guess I am stupid. I had a brilliant idea while I was nuking The Baby's oatmeal. I should cook the chicken for dinner RIGHT NOW. So I did. It was brilliant. And then at lunch, I cooked the stuffing. I need to prep cook like that everyday. Dinner went super smooth tonight and I think it is because I already had a lot of stuff done. So the rest of the afternoon was boring. Princess Spazzy and The Baby pretended to nap while watching Miss Spider and I chatted with Sister #1 on Gmail. Then the boys came home.

The Whiner came in all teary looking and said his stomach hurt. It was hurting around his surgery scar. I started to panic. Sister #1 offered to come here so I could take him to the Dr. but I decided to wait. We later decided he had injured himself while roller skating on Sunday. I thought I had heard he and Number One fighting yesterday but I guess it was a dream. The Whiner got in the shower because he was sure that would make his stomach feel better (he has a thing for showers) and while he was in there Number One came home. I called him into my room. "Number One, I need to ask you something, you need to tell me the truth, I won't be mad" Now, mind you, I was going to ask him if he punched The Whiner in the nuts. Before I said anything else Number One said "Yes it is true" He can read my mind? I asked him what I was talking about. "the detention?" Guilt, it is a wonderful thing. The Dad says we are just going to randomly start saying that to them to see what they confess to. So it turns out that Number One isn't doing his homework. SURPRISE SURPRISE Of course it is hard to do it when he never has any. He got zeroes 5 & 6 sometime last week. This kid is toast next year. He only has one homework nazi this year, they aren't nice in junior high. So.....he will be serving an internal school suspension (3rd one this school year) sometime this week or next. He must like them. I am horrified.

Number One disappeared and Princess Spazzy and the Whiner were laying on the register covered up with a blanket. I hear the princess say "uncle Lloyd gave me this blanket" (uncle Lloyd died of cancer before she was even conceived) I said "no he didn't and you don't even know who that is" to which The Whiner replied " I know who it is and I made him die" After I picked up and reattached my jaw I asked him what he meant. Apparently he has it in his head that he caused my uncle to die because he made him carry him around all the time. He was barely 3 when he died, how does he even remember this stuff? So I told him it wasn't his fault and tried to get the story of why he thinks that. It is long...boring and frankly it is pissing me off so much I shouldn't blog about it...so anyway

Dinner was rather uneventful, we actually ate BEFORE 7 tonight, The Baby ate at like 5:30 and even had a bath before we ate. I was able to make two trays of baby food for him, including a very visually appealing mixture of carrots, green beans and chicken. The Dad and I wanted Princess Spazzy to taste it. I told her I would first. I did, wish I wouldn't have. It didn't taste bad, but the texture was EWWWWWW. Princess Spazzy never did taste it, but The Baby LOVED it. We watched Idol and then...drum roll please....I took a shower...in the bathroom...alone. WOOHOO GO ME!!!!!

Man this is long.....sorry!