Just a few things on my mind:

I randomly decided yesterday that the kid's room needed a change. So I moved Evan's bed. It was easier than I thought it would be. And I like it. And it's a good thing, because I am not moving it back.

I really like it when the sheets on our beds are just washed and clean.... I just hate doing the laundry. But really, who likes doing the laundry?

I am pretty confident that I am a good at keeping my house clutter free and organized... but I have a really hard time remembering when the last time was that I vacuumed, mopped or cleaned either of the bathrooms.

My kids watch too much T.V. There. I admitted it. 

It's April fools day. I am really bad at telling lies and I can never think of anything clever to do on this day of the year. Anyone have any good stories from today? Do tell.

It's Dallas' half birthday today. Happy half birthday Dallas!

I am *this* close to just throwing away Makiah's "flag shirt" (as she calls it) She insists on wearing it every day with her white skirt and white shoes (she has this thing with matching lately). I am so very sick of having to wash this shirt every time it gets dirty... and then having to listen to Makiah cry while we wait for it to wash and dry. It is exhausting. Doesn't she realize that she has a drawer full of cute shirts that NEVER get worn?

I can justify throwing away said shirt. It's old, worn, and too small for Makiah. Should I throw it away behind her back or should I have Kiah help me? We could have some type of funeral for it... Hmmmm.

Having a little girl is exhausting in it's own way. Having a little boy is relaxing in it's own way (I don't EVER fight with Evan about hair or clothes).

Evan has an obsession with batteries and screwdrivers. He insists on unscrewing every toy he has to see how many batteries it needs. I find him searching his dad's tool box fairly often.

Sometimes I call my mom with nothing to say. I think she knows the times that I do this. Still she is nice and she talks to me anyway. I like my mom. I think I will call her today.

I don't like surprises and secrets. Dallas does. We are very different and not for this one reason alone.

We have flowers popping up outside... and buds on the tree. But I still wear my coat when I leave the house. It's cold.

Bedtime stresses me out. Really, it's the hardest part of my day. I don't know why I can't learn to enjoy it. I love it when Dallas is here to take charge, I just can't handle it.

My kids have been sleeping in past 8 everyday. I love it more than you know. Life is good.

Sometimes I get curious and wonder who even reads this blog.... if you have a minute do you mind leaving a comment? Even if it's just a quick hello? I just want to know who you are :) Thanks for reading!