stuff

So today Wes bartered with me to say Nana or Oma. I kept asking him to say Nana or Say Oma and he said "No na'nana... chachoclate." "No oh'oma... chachoclate." Cody was home and thought it was funny. We busted out the tape recorder and caught in on tape. I'll have to add it to a scrapbook page... some day.

My house is a disaster. My online girls always joke that my house can't possibly be as bad as I say it is, but they have no idea (*waves to my girls*). It seems like no matter how much I clean and declutter my little monsters come along and screw everything up. No matter how much crap I get rid of I am always finding more stuff to dump. Case in point is my closet. Two more garbage bags of stuff and I just cleaned it out not that long ago too.

My hands are cramping as I type. Cody got me eyecandy 3000 (or is it 4000?) and I've been creating scrapbook stuff (soon to be seen on scrappingarts.com btw shameless plug). I was trying in vain to figure out how scrappers do some of the stuff they do digitally with my program and I finally figured it out: Plug-ins. So now I have a ton of plug-ins and I'm creating away. It's been fun. I hooked the boys up with video games and I've never heard such sweet sweet silence in my house before aside from them sleeping of course.

I also did umm... 8 loads of laundry today. Yuck. I hate laundry... obviously because I had so much of it to do. Wes helped by taking down all of Zach's shirts from the closet. Isn't he sweet? Then we played mommy picks up the puzzles and Wes pulls them out/mommy yells at Wes, Wes becomes a drama queen. Oyvey. Some days I want to rent him out to Japanese people because not only would I make money off of it, but someone else would deal with him for a while. My temper is like {} this now. I'm snappy and damn it I need some time by myself other then late at night when they're sleeping.

The insomnia is coming back. I suppose that's good because I can work on my digital stuff more, but it makes me rambly and snapping again.

I get to go to the doctor in two days to find out more about my headaches. That'll be fun. He'll throw more pills at me and I'll get sick when I take them. Hopefully I won't pass out for 14 hours again because I woke up feeling absolutely horrid. Like I had a hang over (and I've never had a hang over like this either btw. It was B.A.D.).

Anywho, I'm tired so I'll try to go to bed now. Probably lay there for hours and then get up again without having shut my eyes. I hate trying to fall asleep and if one more person says drink warm milk I'll vomit on them. Warm milk is just disgusting... and it doesn't work any way so there is no point in drinking it. yick.