Spring Break-An Oxymoron

As Spring Break comes to a close, I am freaking delighted!!! Who invented this term? They certainly weren't a mother with 3 kids ( 2 of those acting like some type of rabid creature this week). As I looked around the house this am, (well actually as my 6 year old daughter, aka the bed hog, shoved me off the king sized bed) I was elated at the prospect of school restarting on Monday. Even the dog looked happy as he snoozed away this am. After all, he was the only creature in the kid's bedroom. That's right, the kids play musical beds all night long and I have giant dark circles under my eyes to prove it. Why don't I have a room? I can't even go to the bathroom by myself. Someone is always trailing behind to see what I am doing, because watching someone floss is the equivalent of the the excitement surrounding Wills & Kate. Does this mean I can expect to see "E" waiting in the front yard? Can I have just a moment of solitude so that I won't be sent to solitary confinement?

Sorry, I am back. My just celebrated 8 yr old (that is another story) made me stop what I was doing to open a new box of crackers. Yes, because it is very important to have your peanut butter cracker allotment at 5:45 am. Those Keebler elves know a good thing, eh? Reflecting back on the week, thank goodness I sent the older 2 to my parents for a few days. That seems like another lifetime ago, and initially I was concerned as they had never stayed with my parents. Pat on the back to me. One of the few brilliant ideas I have had  in my life. The idea would have been better had I sent them for the ENTIRE week. Lesson learned.

What has happened to my previously perfectly happy 8 yr old son? He has been replaced by a moody, brooding rocker.Perhaps he will be one of those "difficult to work with but brilliant artist" type peeps because right now he is just plain difficult.  He had a shirt that said "Emo" as a toddler and we must find one of those in a larger size.

My daughter has always been unique. 6 going on 26 and describing her as conniving would be a mild declaration. I swear she cannot be trusted with some of those crazy ideas she has. She put the flip cam in the bath tub to film underwater. What????? Will she be Jacques Cousteau? I came home one day to find a pile of wet clothes on the floor. When asked what happened, I was met with a shrug and a "the clothes got wet." Really? I had no idea as there is nothing I enjoy doing more than starting ANOTHER load of laundry.

It's difficult keeping everyone happy. Even the dog is emotionally reeling from a bad haircut. I told the vet to
make my big fluffy, bear like dog have a lion cut. They certainly took that to heart as he now has a creepy giraffe like tail and looks naked. I think this has all affected his dignity.

And I was left speechless when the babysitter asked what exactly I did because I was always on the computer. Too much to explain! I have this awesome new job that I love, but as with any new gig, there is a learning curve.I also realized there are almost 10 fabulous named Melissa in my life. Is this some type of sign from the universe? This is good, because there is a great likelihood that if I call someone Melissa, the name is correct.

To all of you who read and send feedback, a  big thank you to you. For those shy peeps who don't follow, but read behind closed doors (that's right..I am speaking to my BIL Patrick) I appreciate you too. However, don't be afraid to become a follower here or on Twitter. You can even like my updates on LinkedIn. Gosh, you can even like me in general.  This is my abbreviated attempt at mind control.

It's hard to stay upset at my little people. My son just yelled from the living room that he "loved me more than anything in the whole entire world." Sigh...That is what makes being a mom so awesome, even if it feels crazy! Peace out:)