If I didn’t procrastinate, nothing would ever get done, really.

If I didn’t procrastinate, nothing would ever get done, really.

Because I am horrible at time management, I have 4 kids, I procrastinate like no one’s business and I just kept running out of time, I took a month off from blogging.  I managed to knock out the Christmas shopping, decorate the house,watch Aidan take first place in a wrestling tournament, attend a couple of parties, celebrate Aidan’s 10th birthday, watch Emmerson star as a donkey and an angel in her preschool play, shoot a buck, make it to Christmas Eve service at church, and make sure Santa got rolos and milk on Christmas Eve.  December was a crazy month and I am simply thankful I survived.

I have two birthday posts that I have neglected to work on so you can expect them soon.  It’s impossible that Aidan is now in the double digits and that it’s been seven years since I celebrated my mom’s birthday with her.  However, I felt it was important to let you all know that I have not fallen off the face of the earth so we’ll start with this post first. 

Like I mentioned, I shot my first buck this December.  Don’t be jealous.  Even when I thought I had missed it, I had fallen in love with hunting.  I’ve been before but only shot once (and missed because I justsohappened to close my eyes when I pulled the trigger) and after this round, I have to say, hunting rocks.  I totally understand why my husband loves it so much – it’s an amazing rush.  I was certain I missed the deer but Zach humored me by telling me we should look for blood.  When we saw the deer laying there, I started jumping up and down and I may have yelled a little.  Or a lot.  And my husband has never been so proud.  I’m currently looking to get my own show.  Or not. 


Yes, that’s lip gloss.  And earrings.  If I’m wearing all that hunting gear you can bet your sweet ass I’m going to attempt to look my best.

Christmas morning started off with a bang.  Ryder had an asthma attack in the middle of the night and woke up with another one.  This lead to a trip to the ER to get him under control.  He decided he “wikes” the new Via Christi hospital because he received no shots and when the doctor told him he could leave he said, “see you waiter, sucka-wucka ding dong.” 

We also woke up to two horrible piles of dog pooh in our room since our puppy, Daisy, ate an entire bag of Hersey Kisses, foil and all.  Merry Christmas to us.  I think I slept a total of 2 hours Christmas Eve which was awesome, to say the least.

Thankfully, Santa was smart enough NOT to bring us any animals this year.  The cat and dog (the pooper) are more than enough for me and if he brings anymore animals I can assure you, Santa will be fired.  Forever.  Aidan got a little laptop computer and we learned you cannot turn on the parental controls fast enough.  While searching for Dicks Sporting Goods he found another website that has either peaked his curiosity or scarred him for a good couple of years.  He did mention it was “disgusting” so I have high hopes it’s the latter. 

The week before Christmas I finally ordered our Christmas cards.  They are still waiting for me to mail them out.  If you typically receive one from us, you can expect it in the mail in the next week, complete with a Happy News note.  I can’t tell you how badly December kicked my ass but I think that’s proof enough. 

Other highlights of the last month include:  Cortland is a mover and a shaker now.  In fact, he was napping on our bed tonight and he had managed to scoot himself right to the edge of the bed.  Thankfully, I found him right before he made a graceful swan dive off the side off the bed.  From here on out, he’ll only be sleeping in his crib.  He’s almost mastered sitting up and likes to stand on his fat legs.  The fat legs that I cannot stop chewing on.  Or his fat cheeks.  Oh, how I love chewing on a fat baby.

Kids have been sick.  All of them.  Flu bug.  Horrible colds.  Croup.  Asthma.  I’ve cleaned up more puke and poop than anyone should ever have to and wiped more snotty noses than I ever thought possible.  The amount of laundry I’ve done is insane.  I’ve slept less in the last month than I have in the last year.  And I have given up napping.  Ridiculous is what that is.  I’m praying we’re on the mend.  Otherwise, I’m going back to work.

Got the playroom completely cleaned out.  That was about the most horrible task I’ve ever taken on, in my life.  What you’re about to see my be graphic to some.  Viewer discretion is advised. 



I hated this room.  HATED it.  And there was absolutely NO part of me that wanted anything to do with it.  Obviously.  But now, I give you THIS:




And I can finally breath.  Sure, I’m kind of anal when it comes to playing in there now, but the children are learning to put away what they were playing with before they get something new out.   I’ve got mad organizing skills, yo, and ain’t no shorty gonna bring me down.

Lastly, I managed to teach my kids that the real reason for Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Jesus.  If you ask them who’s birthday is on Christmas, they’ll tell you, Jesus.  Happy Birthday to Jesus made my little heart melt.  If nothing else, that right there has validated me as a mom more than anything else to date, even the clean playroom.


  • Anonymous on Nov 08, 2013 Reply

    Yes, you rock, good buck. You should go for one this year. Lookin bangin in your camo and lipgloss actually.

  • Anonymous on Jun 18, 2012 Reply

    Nice buck. Good job.

  • tiffany on Jan 28, 2011 Reply

    get a deer already, would you?!

  • TacoDave on Jan 26, 2011 Reply

    That play room and your story about being woken up are soooo the same as my life. I feel for you.

    Except I’ve never shot a deer, so you’re one up on me. Jerk.

  • Katie on Jan 04, 2011 Reply

    I am super impressed with that play room. You go, girl!

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