The test of the emergency emotional breakdown system is over. You know, temporarily. But, I’m still feeling a little scattered, so I’m participating with Mrs. 4444 in her Friday Fragments.
My family is leaving today. So I can get back to my normal schedule and be back on blogs! Though, every time I managed to sneak a little blog time, either blogger wasn’t letting me comment or GFC wasn’t showing up. It was like a consipiracy by blogger to make me look like a jerk. If you follow my blog and I don’t follow you, it’s not intentional. Please leave me your url so I can follow you. Please.
I cried this week when I read all the comments from y’all over on SITS in support of me on Monday. I love you all. It meant so much to me to read all the love. Yes, I cry a lot.
Hubs bought me some of those Victoria Secret super-ultra-push-up bras that promise to add two cup sizes. They WORK. But, I look like I’ve had a boob job. One of the preschool moms asked me at drop-off “Did you do something….different?” While staring at my boobs. I just smiled and said no. I now only want to wear those bras. Or you know, actually get a boob job. Or maybe just a really late visit from the boob fairy.
Do you know that irl, most people call me Michelle or MJ? But, the people who love me and know me best have called me Shell. And since I share so much with y’all and feel so close to you, that’s why I went with “Shell” on here.
I really want to go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter when it opens next month. I love Harry Potter. Can I use my 5 year old as an excuse to go there? Even though he only barely knows who Harry Potter is? I’m blaming my HP obsession on being a former teacher. That’s my story.
Monkey told me that I only have boys because I only have “boy mix” in my belly. And that Daddy needs to go to the store and get “girl mix” and put it in my grilled cheese sandwich so I can eat it and have girl mix in my belly. Um, I think he needs to talk to Daddy about the girl/boy mix. It’s not MY “belly” that gave us these boys.
I also told Monkey that three babies is enough for our family. He said, “NO! Four babies is enough for you. You have to give me my sister.” Um, snip-snip, not possible.
I’m amazed at the outpouring of love that is being shown for Mission Monkey- that darling little girl over in my sidebar. Fight Monkey, fight! Oh, and please go click on her darling face and donate. Even just a dollar adds up if so many of us do it.
Ian is trying to get me to promise to do something crazy in exchange for donations…but I’m blanking on ideas. Do you have any?
We took the boys to one of those inflatable bounce playplaces yesterday. My boys were the only ones there, so I got to play on all the boucers with my boys. I jumped around and raced them through the obstacle course. Yes, I had my ass handed to me by my four year-old. I beat my five year-old, though. Because I cheated.