Yeah, I was THIS close to dropping the freakin' thing today. Between trying to harmoniously meld my 21st century "Dennis the Menace" with 3 of the most sensitive (though wonderfully sweet) kids into something other than a big ole bowl of pestilential broth, avoiding strangling Ryan when I realized she had filled her kitchen drawers with "ingredients" (read:pebbles from backyard), and trying to keep Jax-the -incredible-almost-walking baby from climbing the stairs, I should definitely receive multiple MOTY points. Not to mention the fact that I barely made it through preparing our practically-ready-made meal of frozen fish fillets, minute brown rice, and frozen spinach, due to the fact that all had to be prepared while "in character" -- we were playing sleeping beauty/snow white, natch. Nothing like juggling two pots of boiling water with one kitchen timer and the job of Evil Witch/Fairy Godmother.
BTW, I'd like to thank Nextel and their ad company for introducing my 3 yr old to dirrrty dancing. I can't get her to quit gyrating like the guy on the commercial, no matter how loud Jax chimes in.
Also? I'm nursing a big booboo, seeing as how we didn't get chosen as a finalist in any of the Best of Blogs awards categories. I really shouldn't be surprised, seeing as how I had to nominate my damn self, under the alias of my good-for-nothing -sisters who are dead to me now. Did you hear me? DEAD!! D-E-D.
Apparently, I'm not entertaining/intelligent/desperate enough to get a shout out. You should all be as offended as I am, and are welcome to join me in this evening's pity party. I'll be here, drowning my sorrows in wine, chocolate, and frozen yogurt. I'm sad, not stupid -- calories, calories! And just for the record, doctors around the world are now insisting (insisting, I say!) that we drink more red wine and eat more dark chocolate. Who am I to argue??
Anyway, the blogs who did reach FINALIST STATUS are pretty damn good**. Go one over and give 'em a read.
**I'm not really this nice, it's all about the karma.