I seriously need some sleep...

     I've totally hit the point where everything I say makes no damn sense. You know that point where you just feel like everything you think is gibberish. I'm on my 5th cup of coffee and totally there now.
    
     I just danced around the living room to Billy Idol (which was really damn awesome). Now Felix, who is 3, wants to watch a horrible show called "Bratz: Super Babies". This show is evil and he found it one day on his own and now he won't stop asking about it. I hate all things that have to do with Bratz. I just can't stand it. Why in the hell did they have to make super lame-o movies? WHY?
   
     My kids are going to hate me this weekend. I left them yesterday with instructions on what to do. They didn't do any of it. I want to kick them all in the face. I won't actually kick them because they would have to lay down on the ground first and it's just too much trouble. I am just tired of being totally ignored by the small ones in the house. Do they not know my awesome power. I can make an X-Box and a tv disappear for a whole weekend. I am that awesome.

     I also hate my cat. I know I shouldn't hate her but she is just so dumb. She's like that one friend that you all keep around because they can be nice but they are just so dumb you have a hard time listening to them. If you don't have a friend like that then you very well might be that friend for someone else. She just doesn't seem to do anything other than bug the hell out of us. I guess that is a cat's job description. It needs to be an assjacket. Her favorite past time is to jump into windows that aren't quite open and hang around on the sill (yes literally hang there) until she either gets tired or someone opens the window enough for her fat self to fit through. Her other favorite hobby is running really damn fast back and forth through the house and sliding on the wood floors. She gets bored I guess. I would be bored too if all I had to do was sleep all day. That poor cat and her boring life.

Pants... check!

     This whole "having 6 kids" thing is really turning out to be quite the... adventure. I really am just happy to remember to wear pants out of the house every morning. I would also like to point out that I have NOT accidentally left the baby anywhere, yet. I've made it almost 8 weeks without misplacing him.
   
     I figure this is how I have to  look at things from now on. I don't need to have high and lofty expectations. I just need to not forget a kid anywhere and remember to put on the appropriate clothes before I leave the house.

     This morning I was getting ready to take two of the kids to school, one is sick and the two youngest were going to stay home with Dad while I went quickly to school and back, and I actually heard myself tell my husband "I hope you don't want anything from town because I am NOT putting a bra on so I won't be getting out of the car". He just looked at me like I was a lost cause. I think I just might be.