I swear, I'm crazy.

I'm not just kooky-crazy, I really believe that I could be clinically diagnosed crazy. My head is so mish-mashed (made up word #2) it feels like potato soup.

I also believe that working full-time as a bartender (I get home between 11pm-12am, not REAL bar hours, thank God!) and being home with the boys all day is burning me out. I have NO patience for them at all! I feel awful, but they are too much right now!

Owen is really mouthy and doesn't know when to stop. I've tried everything. Time-outs, taking toys away, no t.v., taking privileges away, spanking (yes ladies and gentlemen, I do spank. I'm ready for the flames), and I'm tempted to start washing his mouth out with soap!! I'm at a loss with him and pray that we find something that works soon!

Cole is starting his wonderful era as a two-year old. Fan-flipping-tastic. He's such a cute little monster though, then he starts screaming like a banshee. Everything Owen has, he has to have. Even if we hand him an INDENTICAL toy, he has to have the one Owen has. UGH.

Don't get me wrong, I love my boys more than life. But I'm losing it. Seriously going bonkers. My poor husband. He doesn't know what to do with me!

So if any of you fellow bloggers out there have the miracle remedy to raising kids, working full-time, and keeping a woman from being admitted...let a sister in.

Think I'm off to drown my sorrows in a few (dozen, don't let me fool you) margaritas. Oh. Wait. I have to go to work tonight. Freaking Awesome.
Tootles says the crazy.

Introduction of a Super Hero

:Cue super hero theme song:


For I am Mrs.Incredible. I have go-go gadget arms, super hearing, super sight, super-human strength, the ablility to clean a blow-out diaper in mere seconds, and that's just the beginning of my amazing-ness (yes, I tend to make words up, humor me and go along).


:now time to deflate ego:
Just for the record, I SO don't look like those supermodel super hero types at all! I'm a frazzled, sarcastic, caring person, mother, wife, friend, daughter, and friend.


Meet Mr.Incredible. He truely is an amazing man. I can honestly say that he trys
daily to keep me sane! He helps with the house and the boys as much (if not more) than I do! We both work full time and are raising two handsome boys, so we're just a tad busy! I guess I could name him some cute, lovey name for privacy reasons, but I don't really have any (any that I want to come out of the bedroom, that is). Mr.Incredible normally goes by Carl. We've been together almost seven years, married four in september. Through all the ups and downs, the past fews years have been awesome.


Now on to the rest of our family!






Super son #1. We'll call him Dash for the moment. (definitely likes to think he's the fastest) He'll be six in July. He just finished kindergarden with flying colors (well....almost...his attention span can only last so long...hmm...sounds like most guys I know). He's definitely a bright little guy. When I say little, I mean little. There won't be any Micheal Jordan height coming out of this family tree! Dash normally goes by Owen. He's a very good boy, except at the moment. He's tempting his fate with his mouth at the moment. I somtimes believe that he wants to meet Jesus early! We'll get through it, atleast I hope so.





Super son #2. We'll call him Jack-Jack. He will be two in July (that is if he makes it that far). I really thought that Dash was a handfull, ha, not so much. This child (if that's what you would prefer to call him) is beyond wild. He finds it funny to run in circles around the kitchen table, yelling. He's actually a very sweet and loving boy. We tend to call him Cole at times. Cole and Owen feed off one another and tend to become so loud that I'm sure Metallica fans would cringe.


I've done enough typing at the moment. I just put the boys down for a nap. Yes, I still make my five year old take a nap. Only when he's not listening and he needs one! I'm heading to sleepy land now myself. Had to work last night, and I'm exhausted.
Peace out homeslices.