I have a varied sense of humor. I get a kick out of immature things, like farts. I also love dry wit and sarcasm. I think irony can lend itself to some pretty hilarious situations. Unless it happens to me. Then, it’s just plain cruel. Double standard,  say what?

My last post talked all about making the day a good one and a signed off to merrily go on my way to my oatmeal breakfast. I opened the pantry to pull out our huge tub of oats and get to making said happy breakfast.

Well, clumsy Tina struck again and I had half a large tub of oats all. over. the. floor.

I wasn’t flying with Peter Pan and Tinkerbell and their happy thought induced fairy dust any time soon with the thoughts running through my head at that moment. My patience left for a moment as well and a few snappy words left my mouth when asking Makenzie to “Please JUST. CLEAN. YOUR. PLAYROOM!”

Keeping it real, folks. Keeping it real.

After snapping at M, I immediately felt worse and gave myself an attitude adjustment. Still no happy thoughts, but at least my mind wasn’t spewing filth and I wasn’t making my daughter cry. I calmed down and grabbed the broom ready to clean up the mess I had made.

Clean clean clean. Sweep sweep sweep. Oh…heck…NO! What the flip is THAT?!

I came across some nasty little bugs that apparently had been hiding out in the dark corner of our pantry floor. There were only a handful, but enough to make me freak. I squealed. I jumped. I stomped around on all those little suckers. I held my arm out as far as possible to sweep up all the mess.

Side note: I also sent a picture to Peter because he wanted to see what they are. I used instagram on autopilot to email it to him quickly. I apologize if you follow me there and were graced with that lovely photo this morning.  End side note.

After my drawn out momentary freak out, I went on a cleaning spree.

I realized you can get a lot of cleaning done when you go full speed ahead for an hour. I swept, mopped, and vacuumed all the floors. I dusted and disinfected all the surfaces. I even scrubbed the bathtubs and shower glass.

It seemed to be the only thing to shake the feeling of buggies crawling all over me. At least we now have a clean house from top to bottom, which puts me in a better mood. Well, except for this room -

It’s still a slight wreck…but whatever. I give her a free pass after this morning. Onto that good day, shall we?

•  Do bugs gross you out or not bother you much?
• What type of humor do you enjoy?

Desperate times call for desperate measures, and last night was definitely a desperate measure. I found myself crawling into M’s bed to sleep with her last night after she kept waking every 15-20 minutes screaming for mommy.

“Tingles” are more powerful than any medicine. The light, soothing, goosebump-giving touches across the back used to be the only thing I craved when feeling under the weather too. In fact, I would take tingles over a massage any day .

I’m thankful we let M jump straight from toddler bed to the spare queen bed we had. More room for those desperate nights.

Sound machines are pretty nifty. Despite sleeping with a kicking toddler, I slept pretty dang well thanks to the sounds of “soothing rain”.

I don’t care how well rested I feel, the day must begin with coffee. Especially on a chilly fall day.

Picturesque, no?

I need to finally find a new pediatrician for Braedon and Makenzie. We had billing issues with our current office after the last appointment. The doctor called Braedon a “she” his entire last check-up. It took over twenty minutes to get through the phone line today to even schedule an appointment for my sick child.

I will give them credit that today’s actual appointment wasn’t terrible. It didn’t take the standard TWO HOURS in office and I liked the doctor we saw today. Too bad the office has gotten so big we can’t be guaranteed to see him and the whole atmosphere is much less personal and caring. I am just over it.

And on a high note, Chelsey knows how to pick a good book.

I just can’t put it down! And I never knew how much I missed reading a real book. Don’t be surprised if I disappear off the face of the blog world for awhile. Wait. Do be surprised if that happens. I guess I should say don’t be surprised if I don’t do laundry all week. Yea. That’s more like it.

• What is the last good book you read?
• What was a special thing your parent did to help you feel better when growing up? Tingles! The tingles!