Coming up for AIR.

Oh do I have a blog?  I guess I forgot for a while.  Pardon me, but I seem to wake up and eat a big huge bowl of stupid every morning lately.
Plus I'm still a student at a University.
My first semester back in a while and it made me quite busy, and quite neurotic.  I simply can't believe that the semester is drawing to a close.  I've spent so much time writing papers and reading, taking quizzes, and posting crap to make sure that I pass these classes, I've nearly neglected everything else in my life.
I almost forgot that I have 3 kids, too.  ALMOST.

I just wanted to be sure to thank those of you that contributed to the Trish fund, you all are saints and may God bless you in your life.  Really, a million thank you's.  Hugs and sloppy kisses.

So the every day stuff in life still occurs for me, beyond the school stuff at least.  I wasn't sure much would change, but it has.  But beyond the school stuff, life is just plain stressful.  I just can't believe the high levels of stress that my body has been carrying through these last few weeks especially.  If you've ever felt unsure about your career path, then you have been in this boat that the husband and I are sitting in.  Paddling upstream.  Without life preservers.  And huge heavy weights.  And holes in the boat.  And bamboo chutes for paddles.  And the stream is torrential.  And... well, you probably get the picture.

On the bright side, I am pretty sure that I've mastered the art of starting things and never finishing them.  Oh, and I've definitely gotten good at making plans, then derailing by noon.  I must have really enjoyed school this semester, because my house has also aquired a huge layer of dust and grime.  I found sticky handprints, pen scribbles, and an almost unrecognizable old banana peel when I attempted cleaning last week.  Gross is an understatement when describing my abode.  Pretty sure my husband is going to FIRE me soon, but in the meantime, he is swapping laundry tips with the other housewives in the neighborhood...  He's a saint I tell ya. 
Don't worry though, I can cook - so he ain't goin anywhere til he's ready to starve.  His place of employment would also know something is up, because he takes my food there.  Either we're dieting or the husband has gone off to find a real wife that cleans up after her cooking and changes her baby out of his pajamas sometime before dinner.

What I've gained from this semester really, is that family relationships are very fragile.  In all seriousness, I am truly grateful for the little clan of mutated cave-people I have created, and that they still for some reason love me, and sometimes even like me.
Here are some pictures of whats been going on in their lives lately.

The kid is constantly eating. He's happy when what he's eating tastes good.

I gave the girls pedicures one night.  We watched a movie, ate popcorn, and I scrubbed their little feet and painted their toenails.  Thats like a once a year thing for sure. (Boy child kept sloshing around in the water.  Gross.)

Firstborn went to a birthday party at a beauty school where they got all done up - even the nails painted and we quickly removed the grown up look (after snapping a picture of course). It was a little too much fun for her. We can't have too much fun - just little increments. Right?

Mango celebrated another birthday - one year older and wiser too!  She is seriously at a really fun age right now, and I am loving how fun and helpful she is (except when she is tormenting the bubba boy.)