Warning... long and boring post.

We had house guests this weekend. Eight house guests to be exact. Mr's family... my mother and father in law, sister and brother in law and their 4 kids. I am freakin' exhausted.

By Friday at 4PM I...

cleaned my entire house,

put things away that I've been meaning to put away for months,

made 8 additional beds,

and was showered.

The frig was full of healthy and not so healthy goodies,

dinner was prepped,

the dinner tables were set (kids in the kitchen - adults in the dining room),

and the kids were ready for their cousins to arrive.


By 6 PM...

Bug had been in time out twice - baby girl once,

bug had a Nerf gun injury to his cheek (he could have gotten hit in the eye - where did we get 4 Nerf guns anyway!?)

the house was a royal mess,

Holly (our dog) was scared and shaking,

there were two flies in our house (eeww) (shut the damn door people we don't live in a barn!),

and wet and some muddy foot prints were scattered all over the house (thanks to the rain).

My guests were complaining about the chicken tasting funny (it was pork),

refusing to eat angel hair pesto with pine nuts,

opening my newly purchased gourmet marinara sauce (without asking - I was saving for dinner this week - why couldn't they go for the Ragu?),

eating off of paper plates (who eats in the dining room off of paper plates?),

expecting dessert (that I didn't make),

asking what time the game was starting (what freakin' game?!)

and I was a frazzled mess about ready to have a nervous breakdown.

I sat downstairs with our guests after the kids finally went to bed for about an hour. They were all into some basketball game that was on TV - not talking - just watching. So I went up to my bedroom to watch Elizabeth - I joined Netflix (again) just so I could get this movie to watch. Great movie! I love how I recognize names of the people now. I am reading The Queen's Fool which is about when Henry's (the VIII) 1st daughter, Mary, became queen and how Elizabeth succeeds her... which is right about the same time of this movie.

Saturday morning I was no better off than the night before. I found having 4 adults, 1 teenager, and 3 six year olds staying in my house is enough to send me right over the edge.

By Saturday afternoon I had given up the "keep the house clean" battle. We had a barbecue at the house and with the help a bottle of wine I lightened up a little bit. We had close to 30 people at the house and I just had to give up on the flies, leaves, mud and other dirty stuff that was making it's way into the house. I knew the battle was lost and gave into the wine. I didn't even try to hang with the crowd after the kids wen to bed. By that time I was all but drunk (it only takes a glass or two - maybe 3 these days) and I was tired so I went to bed at about the same time they finally made it to bed (around 9, I think).

I was so darn tired yesterday so after Mother's Day brunch I came home, turned the TV on for the kids and snuggled in between them for a nap. They were happy to just watch TV and I was happy to snuggle with them on Mother's Day. I didn't wake up until almost 6 PM! Just in time to make the kids dinner and get them into bed - which is where I went too at 8PM.

Schools were delayed 2 hours this morning due to the horrible rain we have been having the last few days so we all got an extra hour of sleep - much needed sleep this morning.

So there you have it my boring recap of the weekend. How was your weekend?

No Cable + 5 kids = no fun for mommy!

It's raining cats and dogs here in MD today and our cable is flickering in and out and has gone out all together once already.

This scares me.

In about 6 hours I will have a house full - we have 8 people coming to stay with us for the weekend. My in-laws to be specific. My sister in law has triplet boys the same age as bug - I need Sponge Bob Square Pants this weekend. I need him. We don't even have an option for movies if the cable goes out because Mr. is technically challenged and can't figure out how to get the DVD player to hook up to our new flat screen HGTV (or whatever the monster TV is called). So no movies in our family room. And I - and it goes without saying that I am technically challenged - can't figure out how to get the DVD player to hook into our old TV downstairs in our basement - where the kids will hopefully be most of the time. That TV is 67 years old and I still can't figure it out. OK... maybe not 67 years old but definitely at least 15 years old. Basically what I am saying is I need TV this weekend! I need PBS, Nick Jr., Cartoon Network - all of the bad TV shows that I can't stand.

I need TV to maintain sanity so PLEASE, please, please Mother Nature and cable TV God, please help me out here!

Blast from the past - oh boy!

I got the urge to look at my high school photos this morning after reading a recent post over at Tuesday Update.

Are you ready for a good laugh?

Let's start with Ninth Grade Prom...

You gotta love the Jessica McClintock dress don't you? How about the hair? And the makeup!

Next is Junior Prom... I was going for the Glenda the Good Witch look I think. Green metallic material?? What WAS I thinking? I wonder if I wore green eyeshadow...?

Moving on to Homecoming senior year. My RED lipstick matches my red dress and I am sure my red shoes. I think the boyfriend dedicated Lady in Red by Chris somebody at the dance.

And now for Senior Prom. What in the HELL was the boyfriend thinking with the cowboy hat and why in the hell did I LET him wear it? I will bet you he also had cowboy boots on. If you will notice... it's the same boyfriend. He was the anti-prep but I was in love. He was going to be a rock star and I was going for the "bad boy." We started "going together" in the 9th grade even though I wasn't allowed to date until I was 16. He "waited" 2 years for me... our first date was to see the movie Footloose. I think we even made out in the movie theatre. How tacky. eeew. We were together for years... I think we finally broke up when we were freshmen in collage. I saw him at our 15 class reunion and I about peed my pants when I saw him - what WAS I thinking??

Here we have my senior photo. Can you even get over the hair??? It was 1988 - do I need to say anymore? And to all of you young gals out there - all I can say in my defense is this was actually considered preppy way back then.

Moving right along to college. That's me in the middle. Again with the hair... the bigger the better at the time. I moved from wearing my pearls around my neck to on my dress. Those little dots are actual pearls on the dress... ha!

I had to throw this one into the mix too. This is summer of 1994 or 95 - so I was 24 or 25 - just before I met Mr. Do you see how freakin' skinny I am?

That was fun!

I feel like I am on antoher planet.

I am on a call right now for work and I don't know if it's me or not but I feel like we are not only saying the same thing over and over again but also that anything I am saying is not being understood... maybe I need another cup of coffee. Oy.

Does she even own a mirror?

I love Amy Winehouse's music. She is one of my favorite artists these days. So very talented.

But I wonder... when she looks in the mirror in the morning does she say, "Yes, this looks good on me" or "I am having a great hair day!"

I'm thinking she must not own a mirror. She couldn't possibly.

Like I said, I love Amy's music... her music!

It's the little things that I get excited about.

I finally figured out how to download videos on to my iPhone... and so tonight at lacrosse practice I will be enjoying Juno or 27 Dresses :) How fun is that!?

The Long Pictureless Story.

Here it is Tuesday and I have yet to fully recover from the weekend - it was THAT good. I don't have pictures to share with you - yet. I have them on my camera but it's down stairs and my lazy ass is upstairs and I don't have the energy to make yet another trip down our steps because the last 3 times this morning that I ventured down I forgot to bring the camera back up with me. See... I am still recovering.


The First Communion was fabulous - baby girl looked beautiful. I had no idea it would be so emotional. When we went up to receive communion for the first time as a family I almost started to cry right there in front of the priest! The ceremony was so nice - long - but very nice. And with only a minor freak out on my part when I saw bug with his nicely pressed clothes for the day in a wadded up ball at his feet and with Mr. still in bed at about 8 AM when I wanted to leave the house by 8:30. I felt justified. Why is it that it all settles on the mother's head when it's "go time" in the morning?


We made it to the church in plenty of time but needless to say we did not make it to the 10:48 train out of town. I forgot I had to take Holly to the kennel before going to the train anyway so we had to rush home after First Communion to get her and to check in on the lawn people (who happened to be there that day) and the people who are working on our master bath remodel. We made it to the train with 20 minutes to spare and I was happy to have a proper good bye with Lilly - I felt so bad leaving her on her big day but she was with my parents who took them to lunch.


We made it to NYC with an hour to spare - the Waldorf was all that I expected! My pre-apology to Mr. was all for nothing. I didn't say one thing that I regretted! The wedding was beautiful. I didn't get any pictures in my dress. Yes. That's right - no pictures with my camera of me in my dress. The photographer took plenty but I did not. Bums me. But, oh well what can I do? My shoes killed my feet by the end of the night - it wasn't the heel - it was the front rubbing on my poor toes. So they will be put to rest somewhere deep in my closet until I forget the pain I suffered.


The next morning we had brunch at the Waldorf - have you ever seen the brunch there? It was quite the spread and at $95 a person it was well worth it. It was a treat to have lobster and beef wellington the day after a wedding with a slight hangover. After brunch we headed to the train station to go home to our babies. The weekend was not without drama though. There was a fatality on the track in front of us that delayed the trip by 3 hours. Our 3 hour train ride turned into a 7 hour one. What would make someone jump onto a train track? So sad.

Yesterday I recovered. I wanted to sleep in an extra hour or more but I was busy with work. I am so thankful that I love my job because if I had to go into an office it might not have happened yesterday! So I am back - pictureless. But back none-the-less.

Up next? A houseful of guests (Mr's family - oy.) and a first communion party this weekend ... and the drama for this weekend? It does not look like our master bath will be finished by Friday which means there will be 12 people - yes, 12 - using one bath for 3 days. I will officially be in hell by Saturday morning. Please God, give me strength. I wonder if I should pre-apologize to Mr. now...?