As much as I hated Augusta when we first moved here, it’s really grown on me.  I made friends here.  I have local restaurants that I love.  The shopping’s good(probably too good, actually).  I love my house.  I love my job.  And I will miss all of these things when we leave.  But that being said, there are days like today make me more homesick than ever.  I’m sick.  Marshall’s sick.  Emmie’s fussing.  Tucker’s being belligerent.  And I need help.  I want my mommy.  And I know that she’ll do whatever it takes to help me out.  But I still feel bad calling her.  I know that as soon as I hear her voice, I’ll cry.  (She has a way of doing that to me-in a good-I-love-you-no-matter-what way.)  And I’ll ask her to come, and she’ll come if she can.  And she’ll be happy to do it.  Because that’s what mommies do.  But in just a few more months, it won’t be quite such a big deal when I need help.  Instead of being 2 hours away, she’ll be 2 minutes away.  Instead of sending me “Get Well” flowers(like she did today-did I already say she was an awesome mom??), she can give me “Get Well” hugs-which everyone knows is much better!  I just can’t wait to be back home…I miss it.  And all that goes with it.  Only 5 months to go!  Watch out Haddock…here we come! 

 **Update:  I did call…I did cry…she is coming.   Thank the Lord for great mommies like mine!**

Here we go again!  I can not believe that I am sick AGAIN!  This time it’s a cold…but not your run-of-the-mill-I-feel-pretty-darn-crappy cold.  It’s a I-think-I-might-die cold.  Or, if you prefer, an I’d-give-up-my-right-arm-to-not-cough-again cold.  My throat feels like someone has used sandpaper on it.  My nose is all stuffy, yet runny at the same time.  I had to sleep(read: attempt to sleep, which didn’t happen too much) with 3 pillows just so I could breathe.  And my ears now hurt, apparently from the excessive amount of coughing which has rendered my whole upper respiratory tract an inflammed mess.

 BUT…we finally got the house on the market yesterday.  I had some ladies come and clean, which did make me feel a bit better knowing that I didn’t have to do that!  Now I just have to clear out a few more boxes, bags, and a dresser(many thanks to my friend Jesse, who is allowing me to store my “clutter” in her spare room!).  Our realtor came by yesterday at the height of my yuckiness and decided not to take pictures since I was sprawled out unattractively on the bed, and there were toys strewn all over the place.  I’m thinking she may have to come on a Wed morning while the kids are at school to get pictures without toys strewn all over the house.  Do you know how hard it is to keep toys put away and have a constantly presentable house with a 3 year old and two 1 year olds in the house??? 

We’ve finally got poop in the potty!  The poor boy stayed on the potty all day long, even wanted to eat breakfast and lunch in there…who knew he was so committed??  But we took a break to nap(and wore a diaper, which was dry when he woke up), and after that success.  The smell of sweet success…or whatever you want to call it!  🙂  He wanted to call some people, so we did.  He wanted balloons, so we got some of those.  He said he wanted to eat with Daddy(who was on call), so we did that.  I asked him if he wanted Chinese food(one of the very few options available), and he started to cry: “I don’t want shiny food!!”  No shiny food, little one-just sesame chicken. 

 And amidst all the potty excitement I forgot to mention how well Emmie’s been doing with her talking.  She knows so many words now, and will repeat most anything.  Her favorite words are: guh-gher(Tucker), gink(drink), go-go(Diego), nyeah(yeah), luh you(love you).  I love to hear her say “luh you mommy”.  Talk about heart warming!  She’s a heartbreaker, I tell you!  🙂

 I’ve got to go pack lunches…goodnight all.

Ok…I know this house needs to be clean.  I know that we need to get it on the market ASAP.  And in order to do that, we have to clean, paint, finish all those unfinished projects.  But I can’t even seem to get everyone in a clean diaper simultaneously.  Tucker’s doing fairly well going pee on the potty.  If you force him to go to the bathroom.  Left to his own devices, he’ll pee all over Rescue Pack, and make him disappear!  For those of you without pull-up knowledge, there are little images that disappear when you pee on them-Rescue Pack from Diego is currently the image in danger.  It’s been a really good thing to try to tell him: Don’t pee on Rescue Pack.  He’ll go away and never come back.  Maybe I took things a little too far when I had a funeral of sorts, memorial service really since Rescue Pack was no longer with us.  But it seems to have worked.  No more peeing on poor, dear RP.  I just wish they could develop something similar for the backside; then we’d be in business!  But I do have to admit that while I am sick and tired of changing diapers, it is easier in some ways.  I currently don’t have to stop eating to take him to the bathroom.  Or leave my cart full of groceries in the middle of the aisle.  Or leave church in the middle of a prayer.  That kind of thing…

 Anyway, back to the original subject: cleaning.  I promise I try.  But I get side tracked.  Charlie & Lola is a really funny cartoon!  And I like all the new toys we got for Christmas.  I haven’t yet tired of fishing, playing in the castle, trying to figure out what sounds the animals in our zoo set make(really, what sound does a giraffe make??  Zebra??  Maybe I should Google it.).  And then, of course, is my Christmas present: Netflix.  Wonderful, addictive, and not for people who have more to do than time to do it in.  I’ve had it for less than a month and have already gotten 5 DVDs.  I really shouldn’t have gotten that until my to do list was a little smaller.  Yeah, right…a smaller to do list.  Will that ever happen? 

 Well, I really am going to clean off the shelves.  I have help coming in tonight to work on my unfinished projects.  I absolutely without question must clean up(I really have been watching too much Charlie & Lola!) so that we can get the baseboards down.  I’ll post more once the house is cleaned to perfection.  Ok, well…maybe just cleaned to a point of reason.