No pics yet...

Okay, so I promised pictures and then didn't deliver. But there's a good reason. What I actually promised was to post pics "when we're done". And the boy and Mr. OCD haven't finished the trim just yet. Yeah, I know, they're doing it back asswards. But don't even get me started... the two of them in a room with red paint was enough to drive me insane. A friend of mine suggested that OCD did some of the moronic things he did just to get out of having to paint another room. I think she's onto something... And if it's true, it worked... He's been banned.

However, the little boys room is nearly done. I have to match up the ceiling paint and touch up a couple spots. And OCD needs to take down the shelves he just put up and mount them where I told him to in the first freakin' place. On a positive note, I got to decorate their room which was totally fun for me since I never really did a nursery or anything when they were babies. I got everything in one day and I'm totally thrilled with my local finds!

Painting again

I really don't like painting. Although it's not the painting, per se. It's all the prep work involved. And the fact that when it's all said and done, it ends up looking like you did no prep work whatsoever.

We just finished the boys room... well, I guess it's not actually finished until we touch up where we hit the ceiling a few times. This weekend is the teenager's room. He picked red. I'm kinda scared.

I'll post pics as soon as we're done.

Home Sweet Home

Never in a gazillion years would I have believed I would be saying this...

I'm so glad to be back in Wisconsin!

Airplane chit chat

So I'm on the plane, on my way to California and start to engage in small talk with the woman next to me. Inevitably she asks, "are you going home or just visiting?"

I pause and respond, "Both".

Strange feeling...

My son pulled one over on me

This happened last Friday...

Mr. OCD called on his way home from work to say that he wanted us all to go out and see the Kung Fu Panda movie. Great! I made a quick dinner for the boys and sat them down to eat. Now it was leftovers, but something they love... chicken enchiladas. J comes in the kitchen with an empty plate after a few minutes and says "Mom, I ate it really fast cuz I love chicken enchiladas!" And that's true so I say "great job!".

But B is just refusing to eat. And he's not your typical 3 year old with the "this is yucky" comments. Oh no! My sophisticated boy is saying things like "I'm not eating this! This is garbage!" Nice. I tell him he can sit there until he eats it or Daddy gets home.

So he sits.....

And sits....

And sits.

Then I get up for 72 seconds to pee and when I come back and find him feeding the dog is dinner!!!! That's it! I tell him he is NOT going to the movie. When Daddy gets home we decide that I will take J and he will stay home with B.

So J and I have a great time. I keep looking over at him, stuffing his face with popcorn, and watching him laugh at the funny parts. It was such a great "mom" time. Then we went home...

After baths and pj's, I was talking to B and telling him how much we missed having him at the movie and if he would have just ate his dinner, and not fed it to the dog he could have went with us and had fun, blah blah blah. Then I look over at J and he's totally got tears in his eyes. I'm shocked and ask what's wrong. Here's how it goes...

J: I have to tell you something.
T: Okay, what is it?
J: I'm sooooooooo sorry that I fed the dog my dinner.

OH.
MY.
GOD.

Sex and the City

Went with a friend to see the movie last night. Yeah yeah... I don't want to hear it. I liked the show and I wanted to see it so hush up.

Anyway, the storyline was so good. I wanted to cry at a couple of points in the movie, and I had to laugh at myself about that. The only thing was that I felt like I should have worn cuter shoes... like the movie deserved that or something.

Today I turned off my heater.

Don't laugh! It's a BIG deal!