I have so many pictures and no time so tonight I just grabbed the most recent picture on my harddrive. Today at Costco Ember fell asleep in the sling.
I’m drugged right now and feeling like I’m going to pass out. Face plant into the keyboard wouldn’t be nice.
At Costco I had pizza with the kids. Pizza is pretty darn fattening. Fat is not a happy thing for my gallbladder.
Yep, gallbladder attack. Holy crapola does that HURT like a mother. So much worse than anything else I’ve experienced. Like, I just want to DIE it hurts. And guess how long this one lasted! Almost TWO hours! *cry*
I don’t know why I bothered to take Vicodin (30 minutes into the attack) (actually the generic replacement, starts with hydro or something, I don’t know) since it doesn’t even TOUCH the pain! Seriously doesn’t even TOUCH it!! How awful is that? I think I’ll flush the rest of the pills. Worthless things. Oh except they kick in three hours later and make me feel drowsy. haha
But guess what! I’m going to lose ten pounds this month because I’m back on no fat and I dropped weight like crazy when I did no fat a couple months ago. Yay for skinny! Sad for goodbye yummy food, but oh well.
Ok, I’m sorry I sound like an idiot, but I did mention the going to pass out thing, right?
Tonight as I was crawling into bed with Allan I remembered I should brush my teeth and then get some water. I walked into the kitchen and heard someone crying.
It was Sierra. I went into her room and said, “What’s wrong?” And she says, “I just want to stay up longer.”
It was 10pm.
I was pretty upset because Sierra is the sleepiest, crankiest during the day because the child wakes up at the crack of dawn. So I told her to follow me. We walked through the dark house, past her siblings’ closed doors to my bedroom. I said, “look.” and pointed to Allan asleep in bed and Ember asleep in the swing. “It’s bedtime and bedtime means sleeping. And even if you wanted to stay up, you’d be sitting in a dark living room alone.”
Payson was whining at me for something yesterday. “Mommmy, mommmy, mommy, mooooooooommmy!”
I said jokingly, “Um, I changed my name. I’m not mommy anymore. My name is Ariana. I will not answer to mommy, just Ariana.”
And Payson said, “You i-ee-on-na-na-na-na?”
Allan and I cracked up laughing!! Ariananana. Lol!
Earlier that day (or maybe Saturday) Allan gave the kids rootbeer and Payson said, “It’s so dark!” and I said, yeah it is, it’s called rootbeer. And he said, “roobiter.”
LOVE THAT KID.
And I don’t want to tell you guys this next part. It’s very sad and I feel like a big fat jerk for it.
I’m going to have to delete some of you.
I know! Freaking rude of me!
But guess what I didn’t know about. There is a 100 reader limit for private blogs! STUPID, don’t you think?! I do!
And I had 300 requests to be added. So at least 200 people can’t view this thing. 200 NICE people! 🙁
The reason some of you I already added have to go is because I still have some family members to add. So if you suddenly can’t get in anymore I’m REALLY sorry but family comes first.
But there is a tiny bit of good news. I’m keeping my public My Sweet Chaos up and am going to update it occasionally with pictures that don’t show my kids’ faces.
Because I really love you guys. You are great people. And I’m not too sad about this whole private blog thing because I got a chance to “meet” you guys on your sites and I had a great time visiting and know I will keep visiting in the future and having that connection feels really nice 🙂