He has worked so hard on the house, he actually burned his fingers yesterday working on it, he went to bed with 6 fingers bandaged up. But thats him, thats just who he is. If something is important to him….he will not give up. He is a fighter and a winner. And darned cute, if I do say so myself.

ps. I trimmed his hair last night, and while we were doing that he said” I need to say I’m sorry mom”.   “for what son ?” “well, when I burned my hand, I said oh my god”. 

Funny, he doesn’t really feel the need to repent for calling his class a “hell-hole filled with snitches and bitches”, but take the Lord’s name in vain ??  (he was so sorry)I am okay with that. You have to have priorities, and if his heart is for the LORD….I’m a happy mama.

  The Butcher out did himself this year !! He took me to break out bras !( that is a post for another day)He took me to old navy to get tanks and shorts…nice, but the treat was this morning. I had coffee in bed and then in walked the children, led by the Butcher, all wearing paper crowns proclaiming my goodness ! There were lovely cards and a bag full of gum(to make up for the fact that they go into my purse and steal mine all the time). But…he saved the best for last, he wrote a poem. I LOVE poems on mother’s day ! And so for your reading pleasure (drum roll, please)…..

                                          CELEBRATE

            v- sell-a-brat….a poem for muther

               Brats is what we is, rollin’ like the shiz

               crusty butts and crooked smiles

             never matching, we got style

                   we might scream and you know we’ll fart

                   may act dumb,but you know we’re smart

                          you said “no”, we’ll ask again…..

                      won’t back down until we win

           alarm clock rings, we might come down

                could be happy, could have frowns

              never quiet, rarely still…………..

               must   have    action

                 we always will

               here comes mom, she’s such a snoop

  kids wash your hands, after a poop, put down that doggy

      make your bed, you smell awful, did you wash your head ?

                  She prefers manners, don’t be crass

                    but if you mess with her kids, she’ll kick your…..donkey.

disclaimer- I apologize for anything offensive, this is a birdseye view of our life from the Butcher, in his own words.

If your husband did anything half as creative as this, I’d like to know about it. comment.

               This morning was bad. I am saying it out loud and in writing, because its just not good to keep things in. I completely had a vision of the old woman who lived in the shoe…theres only four of them….what do I do ?

     complain about them…yes.

      beg them to stop….done that.

          pinch them….. unfortunately yes.

       stop the car and sit while crying silently…….afraid so people.

But I would not put them out of the car, ultimately, I am responsible for their safety, their instruction, their understanding of the rules. Basically, I am saying that if your kids are bickering so bad that you want to put them out of your car ,onto the street…..YOU, as the mom, have to take some of the responsibility.

                         Sitting here now, that is exactly how I feel. Why ? Well, its simple really, I’ve done 35 loads of laundry in 2 days, spent tons of money and have a permanent cramp in my neck from looking down. The reason for this foolishness……….LICE. Thats right, Isabelle, Isaiah, and ME. We all have it.

                          Isaiah is not an easy kid, and sometimes I complain about his complex personality, but I love him so much that it should not be legal.