We’ve gotten a little bit of a Farmer Joe’s Hot Day taste around here. No? Really? No? The story of the dude who complains that it’s too hot to do all of his farm work and his brilliant wife tells him to put on more layers and then when he’s all bundled up in a hat and gloves and a scarf and a parka becomes overheated…but, then, huzzah! He removes all the layers and all of a sudden isn’t too hot to do all of his farm work anymore! No? Anyway, there’s a point in here somewhere. Relax, you, I’m getting to it. So, yes, having three kids running around? HARD. And, you know, since I DO enjoy a good bitch session every once in a while, I do complain (I know, right? ME? complain?!) about it. But then, you add three cousins into the mix and all of a sudden things are willy nilly crazy…and you add a whole mess of Chrismukah gifts and it’s an all out Ali-needs-some-meds fest. AND THEN! You add in three more girls and you do insane things like attempt to take them all to the World of Coke Museum and fill them chock full of nerve and brain tonic

and try your very best to walk out with the same number of children that you walked in with and take them to restaurants and take them to THE MALL and try to get them all to go to sleep under the same room and holy oh my god, Ali falls asleep on the couch and misses Robin Williams being funny (no. we were not watching RV) and only wake up to hear the Bono joke.

Point. It’s here! Now, they are all gone. And here I am sitting with my three children and I’m all “what in the hell was I complaining about?” Three? PSHAW! EASY! We are doing a little Crayola Color Wonder action and watching something ridiculously daft on nick and looking up apps and getting dressed and doing laundry and snacking and LO! I am not even tired and I still managed to upgrade my wordpress to 2.9. YES! I did. All by myself. and I seemed to have managed not to break anything.

One thing I accomplished this week (there really wasn’t much, I promise…other than the sampling of gingerbread coke, which I actually kind of liked and am kind of embarrassed to admit AND the seeing of The Princess and the Frog, which I absolutely adored) was finally getting a case for my iphone. You see…when you get a hand-me-down iphone 2g you do not complain. Oh no, you do not. free shit FTW! But, what you do not realize is that if you want to put a case on it decorated in anything other than manga or Ed Hardy, it’s going to end up looking a little something like this:

I wish this was a joke. But, now, there seems to be a good chance that if I get myself some bumpits and wear some shirts that look like they’ve been ripped apart by Teen Wolf, I could totally summer at the Jersey Shore. (admit it, you’ve watched that youtube video where Snookie gets clocked in the face more than twice)

So now, my gaudy-ass phone and I are going to sit back and enjoy the semi-calm and dig the school uniforms out from under the piles of toys and clothes and games and pajamas before it gets real calm tomorrow. FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!