Sleepover
Mood:  cheeky
My middle son, Logan had a sleepover for his birthday. These are crazy, hectic affairs where the primary goal is too make sure that everyone has so much fun, they get sick. And I think that all of his friends, eventually, did. First, we went to a Japanese restaurant. Here, the 6 boys, ages 7 to 12, went crazy. They ate too much food, chewed on some chopsticks, and provided entertainment (free) to the whole back room of the restaurant. We were happy to be of service to so many quiet families that obviously would have been bored had we not been there. After we were stuffed to the gills, we took the kids to play Laser Tag. Here, my youngest son told everyone that he was on their team and then shot them in the back when they were not looking. 7 years old is not too young to start your kids on the path to cheating. If they learn young, it will just become a way of life. We were so proud. He won, too!   And, as we planned, it began snowing while we were at Laser Tag. Nothing is too good for our son. We planned the snow at least 2 weeks in advance - and we were not disappointed. We came home and the boys sled down our front yard for 2 hours. They really did have a blast. It was wonderful when we finally fell into bed around 4 am. It was the best early morning sleep I can remember having in a long time. Those 3 hours refreshed us beyond words..... Anyway, everyone had a good time and it was a party that will be remembered. I always wondered what it would be like to be a zookeeper - and now I know.

Cleaning House
Mood:  caffeinated

My philosophy on cleaning house is this....I keep my house looking like this so my friends will feel better about the way their house looks. You can really make lots of friends if you do everything just a little worse than those around you. You always make them look good. So - don't judge me for having a messy home, just relish the fact that yours looks better.

The Cat is Insane

Does anyone actually have their cat on bi-polar medicines? If so, where can I get them? Will my veterinarian write a prescription for them?  The reason I ask is that I have a totally insane cat. To protect his privacy, I won't name names, though. He would be really embarrassed to know that I was writing this about him.

I often compare him to Jack Nicholson's character in "As Good As it Gets." He has to make this huge circle around the family room before he will go out the door. As he is going out the door, his feet can touch no metal.  He goes through periods of time where he just walks around the house staring at me, but will not let anyone touch him. At other times he won't leave me alone and claws me in the back until I DO touch him.

I guess it is a blessing that he cannot talk.

 

New Blog Site for other Insane Mothers
This is the first entry on my blog. Hopefully, someone out there will actually read it. As I posted on my website, I live in a house that is overrun by the male gender. Even my cats are boys. In other words, NO ONE LISTENS. You ladies out there with husbands that don't listen to you - it is not their fault. They are born that way. This blog spot is a place for me to perform self-therapy by unloading all of those things in my life that I try to unload at home. Sweet as they are, men should be born with hearing aids (to hear what we are saying) and glasses (to help them find what they are looking for without asking ME to find it for them). Please leave your comments - and if you are a friend, I'd really love to hear from you!