Well, I Try... ;oD

NURSE: Are these all your boys?!?!

ME: Yup...all five.

NURSE: But you look so SANE!

I'm not all American Idol all.the.time...

I'm not all American Idol all the time, really, I'm NOT! It's just this thing I'm doing to avoid laundry and dishes right now. It's fun, and it takes up two nights a week I could be going to the gym, but can't cuz I'm so busy blogging Idol (not that I make it any of the other five nights...), but my days are filled with raising my five boys, wiping noses, butts, counters, and tears and trying to climb the mountain range that is forming in my laundry area and bathroom and bedroom, oh, and closet. I have my days when I veg and don't get much done except refill sippy cups, change diapers and pick up the same messes over and over and over again.
I no longer watch live TV. I can't stand commercials! I am in love with my DVR, which is at 99% almost daily, and enjoy my "me" time when all the monkeys are asleep and I can fast-forward through a week's worth of Guiding Light in a little over an hour.
Life is crazy, totally messy, VERY LOUD, and full of hugs and tears...and pen!ses. I love it, and I'm resolving to capture more of it through blogging. I've started filling a google reader, so if you happen to stumble on this and want me to add you, please leave a comment :o)

Don't worry Mandy, I've already got ya! ;o)

Busy, busy, busy!

Another snow day on the books for New England...how am I supposed to get anything done around here when I'm so busy refereeing baby/kid wrestling matches?! I've already taken 4 excedrin and now I'm enjoying a breakfast of coffee and chocolate chip cookies, so if I'm rolling on the floor convulsing, it's prolly not a seizure, just all the caffeine in my system, m'kay?

I've been doing a lot of wallpapering, painting and re-wallpapering (dayum kids! lol) around here...I guess it's my own version of spring-cleaning cuz gawd knows I'm avoiding those closets like the plague!

But of course, with so many kids around, my "working hours" to paint/paper are from 9:30 pm to 3:00 am...I've been meeting KingKong on his way to the shower many mornings... :o(

And yes, I've been blogging IDOL...sorry to bombard your readers with the posts if you don't watch! I'm doing it for one of the local radio stations, so I thought I'd post them here, also!

The Twinkeys were supposed to have a speech eval today, but of course, snow day = canceled...but that's ok, cuz I wanted to paint one more area before they came and I suppose I should tackle some laundry! The Twinks understand everything, but resort to their own little twin "language" entirely too often...while I think it is freakin a.dor.a.ble when they use their gibberish, and we can pretty much understand what they say/want cuz they use different syllables/sounds for things (like if MonkeyDo is pissed at you, you will know cuz it's the same 5 syllables over and over again and he is pointing at you for emphasis! LOL), I really don't want them to be saying "duh dit doo duh duh duh" for "Get me more milk, woman!" when they are 15 yrs old, kwim? ...either that, or we're gonna have to move to asia hehehe...joking!

Anyhow, I'm hoping to get some blog reading in today...but prolly not if these monkeys have anything to say about it!

There's One I've Never Heard Before!

KingKong whines complains. Kind of a lot. He gets bummed that we never can do a lot together. It's either I run to the store alone, or he does, and dinner is always drive-thru take-out, and if we're out with the kids, usually one of us runs into Walmart to grab the bare essentials while the other sits in the car with the crazies kids.

I honestly can't remember a sitdown meal in a restaurant that we've had just as a family of 7-9 since this one. Last Sunday, KingKong shook me furiously while I pretended to sleep so he'd get up with the kids woke me up asking if I'd prefer breakfast sandwiches from the local grease mart or pack up everyone and go grab McDonald's breakfast (YUM!) and allow the kids to work off some energy in the playplace. Hmmmmm.

My immediate answer was to just send him to the local store...but KingKong got rather upset, thinking I was trying to avoid time with him...which, btw, I wasn't...It was the crazy looks from other people I was trying to avoid, while our children literally hung from the rafters, colorful tube slides, and nets...and all the frustrated crying (mostly by me ) when we tried to get them all back in the car in a timely manner...with *gasp* their shoes on.

But, I soon decided it was high time to give it another shot and after changing them out of the mismatch outfits their father picked out dressing all the boys, we were on our way...after all, we might as well tie in a pointless meandering trip to Marden's, the discount store who has everything and usually nothing you need. Sadly, when we pulled into the parking lot, the fire exit door of the playplace was boarded up and the metal joints were caved in. Evidently someone was in a hurry to get some mcnuggets and missed the drive thru!

The boys understood and in the spirit of eating out of a paper bag in the car less dining out together as a large family, we unloaded the crazies into McDonald's. Four #8s, one #2, some extra hashbrowns and a big breakfast later, we all dined together rather calmly and quietly. I was very pleased and proud of my little hoodlums.

And to add to the list of comments I've never heard before...A woman who was leaving passed by our table slowly and commented to my husband, "Wow, there's no denying those boys, huh?" Ummmmm, noooooo, but thanks for your input! LOL. I know she meant it sweetly...I think ;op

I'm Not A Pray-er

Or should I have typed Person Who Prays. It's just not something I do on an every day, every week, or even every month basis. Maybe I should be, I don't know. There's probably a lot of things I should do. Like go to church. Oooh, or clean my house more and swear less. But, I don't.

I cannot claim to be any one particular religion, although people ask us all the time if we're Catholic or Mormon. I honestly don't know what either of those entail, besides my sister had to "become" Catholic and her wedding was loooooong and full 'o Latin. My wedding was on my porch. I think my parents were married in a Methodist church. My sister was baptised, but my brother and myself weren't. I went to Vacation Bible School when I was a kid, but now, I don't remember if I wanted to, or if my mom just needed a sitter. Heh.

I have prayed when the kids were in the hospital. I just think that if I am bothering someone up above, I should make sure it's super important and that I really need help that I cannot provide for myself or others. And, really, I don't know if you'd call what I do praying. There must be some kind of format to that, like starting with "Dear God..." or holding your hands together with closed eyes. I think what I did was just some silent begging for the health of my children, and probably some empty bartering also.

I swear, I started this post as a one word sentence. It was this: "Today, if I prayed, I would probably pray for my period to start." (Believe me, I now know how totally wrong that sounds!!)

And I'm only two days beyond. The feelings I was having--besides the extreme panic--was utter selfishness. Not because I would mind being pregnant, but because other people would mind if I was.

My kids would be happy (MonkeyGirl would be over the moon if I could dress one of her siblings in pink). And KingKong talks about an addition fairly frequently. It's the rest of my family who judges. My mom and my sister in particular.

My sister is experiencing problems conceiving with her husband and has been for many months, including a miscarriage at 9 weeks. They've been trying with the help of a fertility specialist. How can I expect her to be happy for me celebrating my 6th (our 8th together) child when she can't even conceive one??!?

The Twinkeys will be 10 months old May 20. I've been on the pill for 8 1/2 months. But between KingKong's Sperm'o'steel and my Jumbo size eggs, it might be inevitable.

Through writing this out, I was able to take a moment to figure out how I really feel. MonkeyButt and CuriousGeorge were 19 months apart and it.was.perfect. The Twinkeys would be as old as SpiderMonkey is right now, 19 months. I've always known I was not done having children. KingKong says I'm happiest while pregnant. And my deliveries were not hard. I had just reasoned to myself that I'd like to get the Twinkeys into Head Start (age 3)before adding another, just to have an easier time of it...and really, I think, to give myself the opportunity to become satisfied with all I have been fortunate to receive.

I've always heard that you "know" when you are done. You have that feeling. And I can not count how many times I've heard people regret getting "fixed." I've never felt my family is complete. I think we make a beautiful one. But, I have this feeling sometimes that someone is missing.

I don't understand it either. I assumed it was my desire to mother a child who doesn't pee standing up. But I'm completely happy with the revelation that my next (and with high probability, my final) child would be a boy.

I'm not naive. I even know that having had so many pregnancies, we're playing with some serious odds here. We already pushed the multiple pregnancy numbers.

So, in the 56 minutes it's taken me to think these thoughts as I've typed them, I've gone from "Please come period!" to "Eh, it's okay if you want another vacation."

Holy crap. I'm crazy.