I saw my doctor today to see what i can take safely to help me sleep, and while I was there, she asked if I had started taking the calcium supplements like she had asked me too a few months back. I sheepishly told her no, that I had looked at them in the store, but refused to pay that much money for them. i told her that i was drinking a glass of milk a day instead. (I rather hate milk). She gave me a sample bottle of pregnancy vitamins to take home.

Prenatal pills are a lot cheaper than calcium pills. But they are also funny as hell.

When I got home from the doctors, I did what i had done 11 years ago with a very similar bottle of pills. I walked in the door, handed the pills to my husband and went to hte bathroom without a word. Like I suspected, He remembered that that was the EXACT way i told him i was pregnant with our first born, and I came out to him laughing his ASS off!

He knew I wasn’t pregnant- or so he said, buttttttttt felt the need to ask me, just in case.

(I ended up not getting any sleeping aids, because 1. I react strongly to drugs, and 2. I have kids, and cannot risk a strong reaction to pills with them)

Living with three boys and a man, I have no need to look for the best testosterone creams on the market, because I am surrounded by testosterone every single moment.

And boys, if you do not know, like mud. They like dirty things period.

This afternoon, Blake was playing in his school pants, socks and sandles, making a mud pile castle or some such thing. I asked him in and told him to change his pants from school pants to shorts. He changed, and then came back upstairs and started putting his sandles back on, to go back to his beloved mud.

I asked him to take his socks off before they got dirty, and then said, what am I saying? They are already covered in mud! He replied “That’s not mud, that’s just a bit of wet with some sand in it.”

I tried to explain to him that that IS what mud is. Dirt mixed with water! From the look on his face, he either didn;t understand or didn’t give a damn, becuase he just continued on his way out the door!

You know what? I’ve come to the realization that I LIKE being lazy. I like sitting at home, not having a job. Sure, extra money would be nice, but dammit, I wore pajamas all day on Thursday. ALL DAY. I woke up, put jammies on, and didn’t remove them until it was bedtime.

If I got a job, that would never happen again. id have to worry about employment screening, dress clothes and worst of ALL, Mornings!

The only thing I would change about my lazy, is that i would like to win the lottery so that Micah could stay home and be lazy with me.