Bounce!

Okay, it's time to BOUNCE.

Here are the good things of the day so far: The eagle that was flying north on Portland, directly ahead and above me, for at least 5 blocks, close enough to see detail in the wings and tail and I did not crash. :)
The extra shot of espresso in the mocha this morning has helped me scrub the tub and do 4 loads of laundry, make lunch, clean Julia's room and keep from completely bursting into tears when Cullen left.

The not so good: My babies. My babies. Oh, my babies. CJ is the oldest and sometimes he wants to play games that younger kids can't handle. Today they got "bored" sledding, and he suggested playing Spy. Well, the only girls out there are Julia and Samantha. Spy turned into boys against girls. Cullen caught Jordan smacking Julia with a stick. CJ stopped that and broke the stick, but Jordan picked up another stick and went for Samantha. Chuckie picked up a stroller, put it over his head and looked like he was going to "get" Julia with it. Julia tackled him. Josh tackled Jackson- not a girl- because he heard "GET THEM!" from CJ. CJ had the STUPID nerf gun. That's in the garbage-- Cullen maintains that they all grew up with nerf guns but I don't give a shit. Even Emily grew up with guns and thinks they're okay, but I don't care. Anal Nicki. I'm sick and tired of the influences around Jordan. I know it sucks a little for CJ that all the kids he can play with are 5 and younger. How boring for a 9 year old, but he needs to be MORE responsible than that. They are now all hanging out with me. Well, not quite. They are cleaning their rooms. Payten is supposed to spend the night but I'm so irritated that I think I might just want them all to go to bed at the normal time and say forget the sleepover.

Bob, the man we adopted, the older man....he's in the hospital, in the ICU up north, his kids haven't come to visit him. My family up there goes to visit- his own kids are too busy at work- 3 masses in his lung, he can't breathe and it doesn't look good. I'm so thankful we adopted him when we did and that we sent him pictures and letters and Christmas stuff and we will send more asap (stupid weekend plus Monday), but I want to go visit him.

My Grandma, who is getting older (is she 92 now???) is slowly sliding away. That's okay with me, but my aunt(s) take the brunt of it. They are up there with her and have the whole responsibility of her on their hands, and I feel sad and heavy for them.

So- what will I do about all this you ask? I'll tell you. Action always helps. I'll go on craigslist and the startrib first to see if there are any new RV's for sale on there. After that, I will put some real clothes on, and the kids and I will go to Kohls to spend my Kohl's cash. Then go get crickets because Willow and Leo are hungry. Then we'll come home and I'll do more laundry and I'm going into Centipede City to throw out his parent's Christmas Tree and the other shit cluttering up my space. That's how I'm going to cure my sad for Cullen being gone= I'm throwing shit away! Out it goes! Then the kids and I will make Bob some gorgeous pictures and write letters full of love, thanking him for everything he has done- he was in the service forever, and I know he doesn't get tired of hearing thank you. He cries. THEN I'll take care of the daycare shit I keep putting off because I still don't know if I want to go through the rest of the pain in the ass stuff to get licensed or not. THEN I'll work on finishing my taxes (tonight, after the kids go into bed, unless Jamie or Amy comes to babysit), and keep writing the book that is going to get published and bring in some money.
Got it? If I get REALLY bored tomorrow (hahahhah!) I'll touch up the O*#&$(#*&$N paint in the kitchen.
Okay. Operation Bounce is about to commence. Ready? GO!