I Don't Wanna!!

Do you ever have months weeks days where you just don't want to do it? And by "it" I mean everything.

Days where you want to stomp your feet and take a cue from your small child and holler "I don't wanna!"? 

Days where you know your life is blessed and many people have it worse than you?But yet you don't care? You want to take this day and throw your own pity party and you're keeping your fingers crossed nobody else shows up because you can't handle anybody's else stuff anyhow? 

Days where, even though you do love them, but your children are on your last nerve? And, even though you do love him, your husband is chipping away at your sanity as well? 

Days where you want to holler at the universe "Enough! Leave me alone!"? 

Well.

I am having one of those months weeks days.

Well, Well, Well....

Me? I've been well. Not great but not bad, either.

Things have been happening but nothing extraordinary. Shall I catch you up?  Allrighty....

A few months ago, an Urgent Care Clinic was built about 2 blocks from our house. I knew, when I saw it, that I should go in and ask for a frequent buyer's punch card. 
Sure enough, Jarrett fought a hard battle with the floor. The floor won. No stitches, just glue and a terrible black eye .( What is really pathetic? When I was going through pictures on my computer, trying to find this picture, I found about 5 more of previous black eyes. Sigh...)

Feeling the need for some beach, we loaded the kids up and headed West. I am ever thankful that the ocean is a mere two hour drive, as it does my soul so well.
Although, this trip wasn't the best--poor weather, hide tides, etc--we all had fun. And, no broken bones this time, thankyouverymuch (Karey!)

First time taking the puppy to the beach. While he loved it, there's nothing quite like the smell of wet puppy. And that mere two hour drive? Well. It's hard to believe they haven't made that in to an air freshener.

Josie is number 37. I know, it's not the best picture but are you aware it's impossible to watch a soccer game and cheer AND take pictures?  Well, it is!   This is her 3rd year playing and she just keeps getting better and better. And, what baffles me every time she plays a game, she IMMEDIATELY does EXACTLY what her coach tells her to do (that is not the coach, in the picture, with the clipboard. That is the coach's daughter).  I want to hire him to be her life coach.

This is what happens when 1) kids eat on the couch and stuff falls under cushions 2) you take off cushions to vacuum. 3) puppy smell delicious 3 day old fruit snacks and various crumbs. 

And, last but certainly not least, you may remember James, my itty bitty tiny nephew born 10 weeks early, weighing 3 pounds. I finally got to visit him, three months later. And hold him and love on him. And he is doing so well!  He weighs over 9 pounds now, which is still tiny but is triple his birth weight, and is just perfect.

Life is going well. Very well indeed.