So, maybe I am giving you the illusion that everything is peachy cream over here in Tubaville. It is not. Things are going very well and I am choosing to focus on the positives rather than those things that are, well, not so positive. For example:

  • TTops getting a big shitty grin on her face anytime I am visibly in pain and asking, “Do you still hurt, mom?” in the same manner as “Do I love candy or what?!”
  • TTops begging *anyone* who she hears of going on a vacation to take her with them, regardless of how well she knows them. And by begging, I mean asking them, literally, 100+ times.
  • Lil Guy, as much as he *wants* to to be nice and *says* he is going to be kind to others and his things is still hurting kids and things many, many, many, many times a day. Yesterday, he pinched my other son so hard that he broke skin, drew blood, and left a big knot in ButterBoy’s arm. It looked ugly and painful. Just one thing of many.
  • And ButterBoy? Well, let’s just say this. If you plan on visiting my house anytime soon, you may want to wear a gas mask and rainsuit. Whiz. Whiz.

Yet, overall, everything is very manageable. We are all happy. We could even be a happy little family in a one of those perfect Golden Books only it would be ripped to shreds and whizzed on.

And they all lived happily ever after.

The End.

And don’t forget about the giveaway. I mean, COME ON people, like your kids don’t draw you fifty million pictures that you throw away after they go to bed anyway. One of those could be GOLD.

Enter them in the dang contest already.