Well, I haven't been on here lately for good reason. One kid is a lot of work, 2 kids are even more work and 4 kids - well, forget it. Plus, we are in the process of buying a house, I'm working my normal job and then cleaning houses on the side. Doesn't leave time for much. Although I know the days will come when I will look back on this time and remember when the baby was still a baby and Evan still a little man. I won't remember much about it, probably, because I swear I'm mentally deficient some days to the point I am lucky I don't wind up at work in my pj's b/c I was so busy getting everyone else ready that I forgot about myself. I probably will even laugh, in a few years, about the pee I poured on my feet today. Why would I knowingly pour pee on myself? I wouldn't. I dumped out the bathroom garbage can and in my mental slug forgot to put a bag back in. When I went to put in a fresh bag, there was something in the can, so I proceeded to dump that into the bag when I felt a shower upon my feet and legs. When looking upon the cream colored rug, I saw it was yellow liquid. Hmm...now, what could that be? One look at the 4 year old in the tub clued me in. He was staring straight at - his feet, and wouldn't look at me. So I asked him if he knew what that was, which he said - no. We had a talk about lying, and then he told me it was pee. What would posess him to pee in a garbage can when a perfectly good toilet is 2 inches from the can is beyond me. I chalk it up to the boy thing. I have to.
