But this is what happens when you are so far behind in your writing that you just don't even know what to do about it.
So you mesh it all together into organized chaos.
Kind of like how dinner time is.
Except dinner doesn't always have the organized part.
Halloween is this week. (just call me Captain Obvious)
I'm pretty sure this is the first year in the history of my motherhood that I have failed to decorate for fall.
I even made cute decorations for a church activity that I was excited to have out and about my house.
Sadly they are still sitting in a box in my bedroom. (minus the candy)
I'm not entirely sure why. (the decorations, not the candy)
Deep down I kind of wanted to hit some weird cleaning mania that comes every now and then where I go all super cleaning ninja crazy and whip this place back into shape! THEN I would decorate.
Which totally explains why everything is still in boxes.
And I seriously need to mop my floor.
I did however buy trick-or-treating candy early this year! Oh ya, I was going to be SOOO on top of that.
I should have known better than to get chocolate though.
I uh... need to get more candy now. Eh hem.
I am just incredibly grateful that my children are completely satisfied with thrown together, hodge-podge costumes, or hand me downs that they have worn before in years past.
Call me the Wicked Witch (okay, don't really) but I'm not the cool mom that comes up with totally awesome costumes.
And none of my kids have ever really begged to be anything in particular.
So we just... wing it.
Part of the reason I have not delved into the world of super crazy cleaning ninja, is because I have been crafting away. I have discovered that I really love making photography props! So fun!
And my girls LOOOVE to model them for me.
Plus it's just fun taking pictures of them.
And now for a complete change in subject, I snapped these pictures at the park a couple weeks ago.
It was a simply gorgeous fall day (which means it was warm) so we spent the afternoon taking up every single swing at the park.
Luckily there weren't too many people there so we didn't get the stinky eye from anyone.
There's a first for everything.
Now that all the craziness with Jackson and Joseph have calmed down, I have been a bit on pins and needles, waiting for the next "big bad thing" to happen.
Well, maybe it's not a "big thing", but I have had some bodily pain inflicted on me in the last couple weeks.
It all started with a friendly chat with Hubby in the kitchen on his lunch break.
There I was completely relaxed, leaning back against the counter with my feet out in front of me, when Hubby walks by and accidentally mutilated my big toe.
You know, the whole, shoe-hitting-toenail thing. Hit, crunch, crackle, snap... blood, pain, tears.
Okay okay, so it wasn't THAT bad. He didn't take the whole toe nail off or anything, but youch it hurt!
Poor guy was feeling sooo bad about it.
I should have asked for money in that moment.
But what can I say? I'm the one who, the next day, managed to drop a heavy, wood kitchen table insert into her nose.
Ya. I know, it sounds weird.
But I am an expert klutz. It takes real skill to do something like that.
I had put the two table inserts on the floor. Later I picked one up and leaned it against the counter. Then I stepped to the end of the second one, bent down to pick it up, and the next thing I know the first piece came slamming down into my face.
Seriously, I thought my face exploded.
Did I break or fracture it? No idea. I didn't bother seeing a doctor for a few reasons.
One, it barely bled. I thought that was weird, but it must have been because it hit right on the hardest part of the bone (Or something. I'm just making up reasons).
Two, it was a straight on hit so it's not like it popped sideways or anything. I figured they would just say something like, "Yup! You cracked it good! Nothing we can do. Here's your bill!"
Three, I'm just SO tired of medical bills.
Anyhow, here is a picture almost a week later.
At least I don't look like a Klingon fresh off the Star Ship Enterprise anymore.
I actually took this "selfie" (I feel completely weird using that word) to show off my new hairstyle.
I've never had bangs in my life so it was kind of a big deal for me.
But selfies are weird. And uncomfortable to take.
Just down-right awkward, you know what I'm saying?
You know what? Just forget I ever used the word "selfie".
I promise to never say it again.
And now for something fun to end with.
We had full on tackle daddy episode the other night. The kids were having a blast, laughing and screaming like crazy!
At least it was good screaming.
You know, NOT the tear filled kind.
Yes, it does happen.