Once again I find myself with a few quiet minutes.

It's funny, now that our house has sold, we have let our children bring up every toy they own from down stairs. There is even a giant play house set up in our kitchen as I am writing this. There are loads of clothes that have been set on the stairs that are waiting to be taken up to the laundry room. It looks a tornado has been through here. The neighborhood children decided to come over this afternoon. They were all playing upstairs where the kid's bedrooms are. One of the little girls started crying, so her brother came outside to get their dad. The dad had to come inside to retrieve his crying daughter--I was just praying he didn't break his neck while trying to maneuver around all of the clothes that were sitting on the stairs. It is embarrassing when people enter your home when it looks like the inside of one of the homes that you see on TV...I think the show I am thinking of is called, Hoarders. I am no Betty homemaker. I have never been good at picking up after myself. I am always impressed with people who make their beds everyday. I can't imagine crawling out of my bed, standing-- than making my bed, only seconds after I had woken up. I need to drink coffee, before anything like that takes place. By the time I have had my coffee, I forget that my bed needs to be made.

Jesse has started to watch the show Lost. He is obsessed with this show. He is watching via netflix. I think that I need to stage an intervention. He keeps saying, " Just one more episode."

I am not going to work right when we move back to Williston. I need to check on my nursing licence and see what criteria I need to meet in order to keep my license. I want to stay home with Owen as long as I can. I am thinking about advertising myself as a babysitter--like when people get into a bind and can't find childcare for a day or something. I would like to do that actually--I think it would be fun.

Today at the mall I spilled a whole diet coke down my shirt. I didn't care, but Hal did. She kept saying, "Mom we should leave this place, you look like a crazy person!" I didn't know five-year-olds got so embarrassed. Whatever.