rainbows and ponies

Rainbows and ponies?  No, it's not like that here, at all.

I've just reviewed a few of the pictures I've posted and it's just not all rainbows and ponies.  It's one of those days.  William regularly sleeps from 7:30pm-9:00am.  Always.  He's been getting up earlier and earlier and last night the two raccoons were up until 10:30 trying to work out the "sharing a room" kinks.  Graham was up at 4 and by the time I was just snuggling down for a little more of a long winter's nap, we hear footsteps upstairs.  Let's just make this short and say nobody went back to sleep but they did cry, tattle on one another, and continually open the blinds and want to go out and play in the snow.  There are markers on the wall this morning, Koby has been jumped on a time or two and hasn't gone out for a walk or had attention, I burnt the banana bread that took me 3 hours to just get mixed, William has been in the shower because of the messiest diaper I've ever seen, and the faucet was left running with the drain plugged so it overflowed onto the bathroom floor. William got stuck in the "play" shopping cart, I haven't eaten breakfast, Graham is my sweet baby that refuses to sleep longer than 20 minutes at a time during the day, and the  kids want to play in the snow but I'm just too darn tired to go to the trouble to get 3 kids ready. We'll get outside, gloves will fall off, hands will freeze, and I just can't keep the troops together and particiapte with a baby in a pack.  There's never a break. I used to think a full time job was taxing.  Bring it on.   I wish I had the "lunch hour" to look forward to, but now look forward to 7:30 when the kids go to sleep so I can clean the house and get ready for the next round.  Speaking of, I better figure out what's for lunch and dinner today, start a load of laundry, carry buckets of warm water to the horses, and brush my teeth.  I got out my calender this morning to see if I could find something to bring a smile to my face, nothing.  Not even a hair appointment to get me away from this zoo.  Nothing to look forward to?  Really? Not even to pee by myself?  Weekends? Forget it. That's not a break.  There are no dates, no eating out, no anywhere except for the park on occasion.  It's just more of the routine of cooking, cleaning up messes, and begging for a trip alone to the grocery store.  I know, I know.  We are all healthy, I'm fortunate to be able to be at home with my kids and live in a lovely home.  I'll get back there...just give me a day or two.  Handy husband has a few projects we need done on Saturday and Sunday so I am on duty.  Vacation? In this economy? Besides that's just another word for hell with kids this age.   I used too think I could do this by myself.  Not so much anymore.  I need a babysitter, a break, a helper.  I need something. I know what you're thinking,   "You need birth control, my dear." Well, that won't help me now.