Quickie

HI! No, I have not forgotten you!

Our house is officially officially on the market so my desk and computer are all in storage in an effort to declutter. Let me break it down for you: no computer= no bloggage. Well, I could try to bang out a post on my iTouch, but unfortunately, my fingers are just a little to chubby and I just don't have the patience for that. So here I am on Leo's laptop, which I managed to pry away from his sweaty palms for 2.3 minutes. So let me hurry...

I have so many pictures and stories to catch you up on. Don't worry, I'm taking notes on all the craziness and will fill you in in due time.

My boys are as handsome and precious as always. Nary a bad moment with either. They are always calm and respectful. They are obedient and clean. I never have to raise my voice or want to shove my head in the oven. All but the first sentence in this paragraph are lies. lies. lies. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Cross my heart.

My time is ticking down, so I'll leave you with this little gem of good parenting...

I was cooking some chicken outside on the grill this evening for dinner. Beau and Wade were playing in the living room and I kept coming in and out of the back door. Check on them, check on the chicken. Check on them, check on the chicken. Well, one time I went out to flip the chicken, I went to open the door to got back in, and *click click*, nothing. LOCKED. I literally felt all the blood rush from my face and I seriously went in to panic mode. Thoughts were just flooding my mind. Would I be able to get Beau to unlock it? Should I run to my neighbors and call Leo? How long would they be unattended inside with the rest of our dinner cooking on the stove? Was is going to catch on fire? Should I break the window? Aaaggggggggghhhhhhh!

I stepped away from the door and gathered my thoughts. I went around front and opened the garage door. Thank heavens we have a key pad opener for one of them. Now, I know that my husband has a key hidden somewhere in garage. And I know the area in which it is hidden. I could not find that key to save my life. I am sweating because it is, oh, about a three hundred and five degrees today, cursing Leo's name and his obsessiveness about hiding the key so well, and envisioning my boys inside just crying and screaming with fear. So I find a butter knife on one of the shelves and mutter a quick prayer and march back to the back yard.

Ya'll, I totally picked that lock Mcgyver style. Now, I have two thoughts on that. 1)I am so cool and 2) I now fear for my family's safety knowing how easy it is to break into our house. Anyway, with great relief and a few hallelujahs I burst inside. I had braced myself to find mass chaos including but not limited to, smoke, tears, and other bodily fluids. Nope. Beau was in a "Thomas the Tank Engine" trance and Wade was rolling happily around the floor. Me, on the other hand, I was sweating, out of breath, and there may or may not have been a tear running down my face. Inhale deep and exhale slowly.

Dinner was delicious, by the way.