Birthday, Birthday, Birthday!!!

This week was just one big birthday party. Monday my little Evan turned 3, and Friday my big Trey turned 4. With the birthdays so close I tried really hard to make each day very individual and special for each of them. No matter how much I planned for this there were still moments of jealousy. Evan woke up on Trey's birthday and started to cry "why isn't it my birthday anymore?", I wasn't sure how to answer that other then "because it's not honey, it's Trey's so lets make it special for him" and he was over it. I only had to break up a few fights over sharing their new toys, but no broken bones!

Tomorrow, for the grand finally of the week we are going to Hershey Park, overnight! The idea of traveling 2 hours in the car and packing up 5 people for one night is a bit overwhelming but "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!"

Not enough hours in the day

I either need more hours in a day or more money so I can hire people to do my 101 responsabilities. When someone discovers how to take care of the kids, take care of the house, and take care of yourself please let me know. I was crazy all day yet I did nothing. I tried to do a load of laundry, just one. Every time i would start folding a shirt something would happen. Example: I reach into the dryer and pull out a kid size green shirt. I hold it up and shake it to get all the wrinkles out because it had been sitting in the dryer for a coulple hours when I hear a loud shreiking scream, not one you can ingnore. So I drop the shirt and run to find my oldest son sitting on his little brother becuase he took his helicopter. As I break up the wrestling match their little sister wakes up because of the screaming. Now baby has to eat, 45 minutes later I go back to the dryer to fold the close only to realize that they are just a wrinkly mess so I'll run the dryer for 15 minutes. Now the boys were hungry so I made lunch, fed lunch, cleaned up lunch and realized the boys were a mess and I couldn't remember the last time they had a bath so i threw them in the bath. Then it was nap time and finally I went back to that green shirt, I pick it up, shake it and it's time for the baby to eat and as the story goes 45 minutes later i go back to the green shirt and everything is wrinkled once again. This pattern repeated it self most of the day until finally at 7:00 after dinner was fed and cleaned up daddy was home and I got to go outside and fold that stupid green shirt!