Where is My Cell Phone?

We celebrated Owen's birthday on Saturday (April, 9th). He is two! Holy crap, it feels like just the other day, a neonatal nurse was handing me my extremely tiny two-pound-boy to hold for the first time. Man, how I adore my little, handsome, smart, happy, cute, special, little Owen. I am so thankful for you Owen Reed. Yesterday, was what? Monday? Yes, yesterday was Monday. Sunday and Monday were hard days for me. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically. Jess left the other day, and I am taking that dumb statistics class. That's right, it is a dumb class. The teacher is irritating me. Every time I asked her a question, she refers me someplace else. Super annoying. I had a paper due yesterday and I was watching another little boy in addition to Owen. Winton ( the little boy I was watching) is awesome, he is so sweet, and he actually keeps Owen entertained, so that made things ( like writing a paper on statistics) a little easier. I am just happy I am not feeling as rough as I was yesterday. In fact, I was so tired that, when I was talking to Jesse on my cell phone, I asked (out loud), " Where is my stupid cell phone" I walked around the house looking for my phone, until Jesse said, "Uh, are you still looking for your cell phone?" Then it clicked, the cell phone was on my ear, I was talking on the stupid thing as I was looking for it. I think Jesse may have been a tad bit worried about me. I haven't had time to do much of anything, like laundry. It is stacked to my ceiling. Oh-well, I guess I will go do a load or 12.

April Fools

I have been busier then usual--and that is all thanks to the BSN program I am currently in. I started a statistics class. Math is not my friend. Math needs to become my friend quickly, or I am going to go insane. The people in the program with me, seem like they are math fanatics--they are constantly confusing me with their mathematical jargon. SARAH DON'T LIKEY. I took Halee and Keyton to "Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules". I have written about The Diary of a Wimpy Kid book series that Keyton and I have read together. Greg is the main character in the books and he is a middle schooler, who physically isn't maturing as fast as the other boys his age. His whole goal in life is to be label as "cool". However, unfortunately Greg experiences extremely embarrassing scenarios all too often. There were many middle school kids at the movie tonight. I couldn't help but wonder how much they related to the characters in the movie. I remember middle school, and it was awful. I want to make sure my children are a little more free spirited then Greg. I don't want them to think they need to be anything, but themselves-- just to fit in with the "cool kids". As I was thinking about my children's future experiences in middle school, Keyton interrupted me, he told me his ball exploded. I was a little confused at first, as the movie theater was dark. Keyton had brought a ball with him to the movie. This ball was full of this liquid white stuff. I guess he was picking at the outer most layer and the whole ball exploded and Keyton was covered in the white stuff. Now, I have seen Keyton get embarrassed, but not this embarrassed. He had this white stuff dripping from the beanie he was wearing, he had the white stuff was dripping off of his shirt, and his pants were covered in the white mess. To make the matter worse, the white stuff smelled really bad, like rubber cement. It was an extremely strong odor. People started looking all around to see where this awful stench was coming from. I finally, had to go to the bath room and get a bunch of wet paper towels to wipe down my 8-year-old. After the movie, we ran out of the theater before the lights turned on. I think I need to work with Keyton on his free spiritness. I also think I am all itchy from the gross white stuff that exploded from his toy. I should shower. It is April Fools Day today. I am a huge fan of pranks, but I have not pranked anyone today. I guess I still have some time to think of something. I like to prank Jesse the best. He is a scardy cat. For instance, one night a few years ago, Jesse could not go to sleep- he was tossing and turning and keeping me awake. Finally, he gave up on sleeping and told me he was going to go into the living room. As I laid there, I could not help but jump at the chance to do something to my husband, as he was sitting in the dark living room. I knew Jess had logged onto his laptop-- I knew he was busy browsing the Internet. I carefully crawled from our bedroom to the living room. I crawled behind the recliner. I slowly started pushing the chair so it would rock forward. At first, I rocked the chair slowly, then I rocked it faster, all of a sudden I saw the glow from the lap top, he had turned the lap top computer so that it was facing the chair, which gave off light so he could see the chair actually rocking. There Jesse sat frozen with his lap top pointed towards the chair as it rocked. He sat there for minutes watching in terror as the chair rocked. I sat behind the chair until my giggles finally escaped. I think he called me a few names. I love scared Jesse. However, who is going to protect me if a ghost decided to haunt my house?