Ummmm.....?

The last two days have not really been the best days of my life.
They are not even ones I want to really remember.
But I figured that someday, when I am telling my kids about all the crazy things they put me through, I will need proof! They might start to think there is NO WAY they did half the things I told them they did.

So lets start with yesterday. It started off CRAPPY!!!
It started with all the cash I had blowing out of my purse and me not being able to chase it down, and ended with me getting hit by a truck.

The cash part, well I am still upset about that!! So we will move on to how my day ended!

We went to soccer. It was a Wednesday so I had to rush to his game right after I taught dance. No time to change or anything. So we watch his game, he won, and are walking back to the car. Well, I feel a bit self-conscious, I am always at the games just me and the kids, Jason is usually still working. And I always get a lot of attention because of the circus show that Avery and Caiden are putting on for everyone to see. Caiden had a MAJOR cuss-fest at the last game.(for him it was a cuss fest. His bad words are "stupid, dumb and hate." and he was throwing them around like they are going out of style.) He even resorted to throwing a lawn chair at me. Nice, eh?

Anyways, we are talking about yesterday. So I was feeling even more self conscious because I was still in my dance get-up. My black tights, my short little black ballet skirt and my tight black top. Now to me it looks like I was just teaching dance, but to half the people at the game, they just thought I was trying really hard to get a Daddy for my kids or something. Let's just say that I was getting dirty looks from the women and not so dirty looks from the men! So we are walking back to the car, I was trying to keep the kids right by me because I had no free hands to hold. (I was carrying soccer gear, my bag and 3 lawn chairs.) Avery decides that this was her big break and she took off running full speed down the parking lot. I go chasing after her, and oh-ya, I am wearing heels. So I look like Peg Bundy chasing after her, and all the sudden I hear a diesel truck start up. My heart sank. I dropped everything I was holding and ran as fast as my little heels would take me. I was so scared that I was gonna watch someone back up into my daughter. Another Mom saw and heard me yelling at Ava, so she started in on the chase too, which made Ava run and squeal with laughter even more. I see the big truck start to pull out, and Avery is right in front of it. Luckily she is so tiny, and that truck was so big, she barely cleared underneath it. Me...........not so lucky. I ran right in front of the truck so that I could stop him before he kept going so the tires wouldn't run her over. He ran into my side. I fell over, but I am fine. Embarrassed, mad and still a bit scared cuz Avery is still running in the parking lot, but I am fine. The other Mom caught up to Avery while everyone else was checking on me. Avery started kicking and screaming and pulling this poor lady's hair out. But she didn't get hit by a car, and she was safe! We get back in the car and I am shaking and all upset. I could feel everyone's stares. I knew what they were thinking. "The poor single Mom that dresses up to steal our Men-folk gets hit by a car because she can't run fast enough in her heels and leaves it up to another Mom to receive the wrath of her mis-behaved daughter!" I was anxious to start another day.

Fast forward to today. I didn't dare leave my house, yesterday didn't go too well, and I wasn't really feeling up to a repeat. Instead Avery decided to play "hide and seek."

She hid these............two thumb tacks and a nail.

guess where?

On the carpet for the boys to step on?...........
In the garbage disposal?...........
In the Cat's food bowl?...........
Underneath my tires?.................
Up her nose?.............

Yep! UP HER FREAKIN' NOSE!!! All three were up one side of her nose! How? I have no idea. She was screaming bloody murder, yelling "my nose, my nose?" So I got the tweezers, pulled out one tack, she was still screaming! Pulled out another tack, STILL screaming, I couldn't see anything else, but I dug around and pulled out a nail. Then she smiles and say's "Thank you! Thanks! I love you, Mama!"

Well, if nothing else, at least she has manners!