No, Seriously, WAY too much Wii!

So, I'm driving down the freeway with Adrie.  I hear "pull the trigger, mom, go faster, faster, faster".  What????  Pull the trigger?  Umm, I don't know what kind of tv she's been watching because it hasn't been on MY tv!  Then it hit me.  Pull the trigger.  That's what we say when we're playing Mario Kart and someone has the speed boost.  Then as I pass a truck on my right she sits up in her seat, looks out the window at the trucks and says "Na na na na na"! Oh heavens. We may have to cut her off!

Almost in my good graces!

As you know, it's been a rough couple of days.  Yesterday didn't really go as smoothly as I had hoped and last night was a night mare again.  Caile got into our bed again, and I think at this point I'm just setting myself up for the fact that she'll be with us until she's 18! 

Anyway, I spent WAY too many hours trying to figure out how photoshop works.  UGH.  NOT something I'm good at.  All I wanted to do was black and white a photo and then enhance blue eyes.  Sounds simple enough, right?  Well, when you have a Mac, it isn't!  After spending hours downloading free trials and trying to play with them, I got it to work on 1 picture.  However, for the life of me, I don't recall how I did it!  Oh well at least I got 1 good one!

Only if you were worried...

I thought I'd let you know that I survived the day yesterday.  And probably more importantly, so did all 5 kids!  Man that was something!  If Caile wasn't screaming at me, then Adrie was.  NOT good on very little sleep.  Last night Caile only woke up once at 10:30 and after screaming for 1/2 hour, went back to bed in HER bed!!!  YEAHHH!  I think she's still sleeping now.  That poor girl was tired!  So, I'm looking forward to a great day.

Oh, and here are a couple "they can sleep anywhere except their own beds" pics

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I don't want to hear it..

from any of you that is.  I'm going on a rant.  Just let me!

I AM SO SICK OF 2 YEAR OLDS!!!  I want my bed back.  I want to have non poopy underwear (on her, not me!) and I DO NOT want to be screamed at.  I'm sick of it.  I'm exhausted from 2 weeks of hell at night with her crawling into my bed.  Screaming at me and banging on the door if I've locked it to keep her out.  I'm done.  Done.  Done.  Done.

AAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Carry on.