I wanted today to be over before it began.

So um, It's been a rough couple of days. Yesterday started with one of my kittens, Gringo, being found dead. He was the only all white one in the litter. All was well for a while until I went into town to donate blood. I offered to take my sister's kids to their visitation with her ex. As I leave wal-mart and get on the freeway Caspian pukes in the back seat all over her cousin's pants. This understandably freaks Callia out. I know I should care, but she's 6 and such things matter to her. I am a 29 year old mother of 4, I just don't care about bodily fluids anymore. They don't phase me.
Anyway, I call Lauren to come get her kids so I can go directly home and Caspian can continue to hurl in peace, which she did. Twice. Does anybody know how to clean puke out of a car carpet?

After that I got home to my fairtax group that arrived at my house 45 minutes early for sign making. We had to scramble to accommodate that group while Phil took Cortlan and Rowan to scouts. After that mess things quieted down until after we went to bed.

From 1:16am to 6:30am, I was up every hour 20 minutes after I went to sleep with either Rowan or Heston. Rowan decided to climb on his table which caused it to overturn completely. The ensuing crash jolted Phil out of bed an into a weaponized search of the house. Then Rowan wanted to sleep with us, which means that I am the pinata and he is the stick. That kid (who is 3 today) does not stop moving even when he is asleep.

Needless to say I am tired and meandering today. I will post again when I do not have a headache.

Sunday evening

It's finally quiet on Sunday evening. I have not maimed Rowan today. Wanted to, but didn't. I used to think that it was my job as a parent to be there for my children, give them every opportunity for growth, teach them to learn and all that other jazz. I now know that this is not possible. I don't know if I'm trying as hard as I can, but I know I don't have anything left. I'll aim for better, but I think I'll have just enough gas to help them survive to adulthood with a fair amount of functionality built in. I've decided that I will participate in a "matching funds" program for my children. For every dollar they feel they need to use on therapy I will contribute a dollar of my own up to a limit that will be based on whatever hyperinflation is occurring at the time. With any luck, the therapist will accept payment in chickens. Or cats. Or children.

Church was excruciating today. There was a guy talking about his dog. He started out with the things he trains his dog to do, but then he proceeded to tell us that "we need to "sit and stay" in Sunday school". Wait, what? I thought he was done with the awkward comparison, but he then talked about how we need to "fetch" things for the Lord. I'm very religious, but this is not only nutty, it's demeaning to the whole idea of following Christ. I don't follow Jesus because I won't get a doggie treat if I don't, I do it because it's the right thing to do and I know that Jesus is as real of a thing as I can count on. Mascara will eventually fail me. So will ice cream, the car battery, my gym membership and my spanks higher power(TM). However, when the spanks(TM) fail, someone will be maimed. Maybe I'll feel them start to go and point myself at Rowan.

I don't know how this post swerved into a religious testimony; I guess it's a Sunday thing.