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Never ask us for money. Please!

My life loosely resembles a tornado.
One of those things that sucks up everything in its path and manages to distribute objects here and there and back again.
The objects being distributed are children. When I remember, I get them back again. If I try to keep track of a whole week at a time, I give up in frustration.
So the new motto is survive one day at a time and record everything on the calendar. If something happens to my calendar...
well...
Let's just say I will be up a creek with a leaky boat and without a paddle.
It is all crazy chaotic and a bit of fun.
Yes, all of this insanity is fun.
 In the mornings, we try to get a few things done, and at 7:45 am you will hear A. practicing his Bass, Al. practicing the piano, and H. reading aloud.
My life is a parody of a busy family.
Every time, Brent and I proclaim,
 This is it!
 Enough is Enough!
 No More!
 One of the evil little monsters blinks his or her big brown eyes and we go down like the Titanic.
We are pushovers. Great big Pushovers!
 Never ask us for money. Please!
At the end of the week after all the soccer, football, piano, choir, ect.. ect.. ect.. is over I sit back take a deep breath and feel blessed that I have four kids who are healthy, happy, and learning.
Life is Awesome!
Krissi
PS  How is that for optimism?
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