Are You Kidding Me?

Last night, after middle daughter played in a basket ball game, and getting home after 8:30 p.m, she still had homework to do. Instead of going to bed and leaving her alone, I stayed up. I watched a little TV, and it SEEMS... I feel asleep.

At 2:30, in the a.m., I woke up, and with one eye noticed the time on the clock. Then I realized, I was STILL on the couch, in my clothes. Middle daughter turned all the lights off around me, and went to bed, leaving me on.the.couch.
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This morning after apparently turning off my alarm, I woke up at 6:25, 35 minutes late. I yell upstairs for everyone to get up, we're running late, and to hit the ground running. I call them a second time at 6:30. Then I get a text.

Middle daughter: My body is aching, and I'm so tired.

Me: Get up!

After a couple of seconds, and a little thought...

Me: Don't text me anymore from up stairs!

What am I going to do with this one!

Household Experiment

My daughters friend has three very adorable children. 'The Babies,' are two girls, three and one and-a-half, and a six month old boy. When I'm in need of a baby fix, we (my children and I) pick them up, and love on them for a few hours.

Saturday, like always my children were smothering, and fussing all over them. The oldest wanted to color, and Baby Girl, gave both toddlers crayons. The three-year-old colored on her paper, and the other on the wall.

Immediately, I got on the Internet and searched, "How to remove crayon from walls." Clicking on the first item that popped up, it suggested three methods of removal. And the science experiment began.

#1 Finger nail polish remover:
Finger nail polish DOES NOT remove purple crayon from walls. What it does remove is PAINT!
Now there is a brown patch, (the wall), where blue paint used to be. BUSTED

#2 - A hair dryer, and dish washing liquid:
The dryer should have melted, or softened the crayon, making it easy for the soap to just wash it off. That didn't happen either. The heat only caused the crayon to run. BUSTED

#3 - Mr. Clean Magic Eraser
While I tried numbers one and two, my oldest daughter went to the store to buy Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. Just as the name boasts, it works like magic! I didn't have to use a lot of elbow grease, or stand on my head and scrub for 20 minutes. It worked quickly, and like a charm!
From now on, Mr. Clean Magic Eraser will be on hand for the tough stuff! WORKED

Shortly after removing the crayon, I redecorated slightly! That ficus tree that I wanted to get rid of is no longer in the den. It has now taken up residence in the library, covering the naked spot on the wall. And Mr. Husband, who was at work, is none the wiser. SHhh!

Five Question Friday

Browsing around, reading blogs from my blog roll, Keely post today is Five Question Firday. And not having a clue about today's post, I jumped on the band wagon. If you'd like to join in click on through, and join in the fun.

Five Question Friday

1. What is your dream job?

I'd love to be someones Social Media Networking Specialist! How cool would it be to, write a blog, Facebook, Tweet... (stuff I'm doing any way, and loving it), and get paid to do it.

2. What song could you play over and over?

The Black Eyed Peas, "I've Got A Feeling." Since they appeared on Oprah, for her kick-off party, I'm so loving that song!

3. Do you prefer to talk on the phone or text (or email)?

Talk, for sure. There's just something about hearing the others person's voice on the other end. When Texting or emailing, I miss the pause in a voice or the obvious smile, (yeah you can hear a smile), the inflection, or the excitement in a person's voice. I love real communication.

4. What is your must have beauty product?

Eye liner for sure! I don't have to have my powder, or even lip gloss, but I have to have my eyes lined.

5. What is your favorite Michael Jackson song?

Hmmmmm. Today, it's 'The Way You Make Me Feel.'

She's In The 5th Grade!

Earlier this week while combing baby girls hair for school, I look in the mirror, her face is long, and nose looks like Rudolph.

I ask,"And what's wrong with you?"

"I don't want my hair like this," she whispers.

"And what's wrong with your hair?"

"Mama, I'm in the 5th grade."

Can some one tell me when 5th GRADE became the... no more barrettes and balls, no more than two pony tail, pig tails, or what ever the flipity-flop they're called, I'm a big girl now, mile marker? Was there a summit, pow-wow, or meeting of the minds? If there was, NO ONE bothered to tell me nothing, or forward the minutes!

I have four girls, and she's the youngest. It would seem, I'd have it in the bag by now. WRONG!

Reading is Fundamental!

Saturday, I noticed the car sounding a little weird. Checking the power steering fluid, I confirmed my suspicions, it was empty. There was none in the trunk where Mr. Husband always keeps extra. So I let him know the car was in need.

Later that evening, I noticed a bag on the table containing a bottle of car stuff. Mr. Husband is really good about making sure the vehicles are kept up.

Sunday morning, Mr. Husband headed off to work. As the kids and I were leaving for church, the bag was still sitting on the table. Wanting to be a help, I decided to take care of it when we returned. We left, taking the van instead.

After church, I changed my clothes, grabbed the keys to the car, the bag, and headed out side. Minding my own business, feeling good about helping my husband, I started pouring. Spilling a little, I noticed the fluid was red... Power steering fluid hasn't.been.red before.

Finally I read the bottle, Transmission Fluid, was in bright red!

I put the cap back on, closed the bottle, slammed the hood closed, and backed away from the car really slow. Wanting to fall on the ground kicking and screaming, I couldn't believe it. Just a month and a half ago, I hit my neighbor's mailbox for the second time, and now this!

Being smart, I didn't start the car, and instructed both driving children to LEAVE THE CAR ALONE! I called Mr. Husband, and explained what I did... He was quiet, real quiet!

From now on, the only things I'm putting into our vehicles is gas, groceries, and my children!