Crazy hair day

This morning I woke up an hour early to make this happen. That means 5 am, and after going to bed at 2 am. Ugh. But it was worth it. Look at this awesome crazy hair!!

Distractions

Phoebe, Carter and I are cleaning the house today. We've lived here since June and we are still not unpacked. Ugh. Too much stuff going on I guess. But today I am determined to finish my bedroom. If only I could stop getting distracted.

I took Carter in for his shots yesterday and set a last minute appointment for myself too. I haven't been feeling good at all lately. Luckily I am just worn out and stressed out. Lack of sleep is taking its toll. After a prescription, I was instructed to get special glasses for my poor eyes... oh yeah, and to get some sleep.

Can't wait for Fall to be over.

Ancient History Continued

I'm not sure what is going on with blogger and my phone, but it won't let me post words with my pictures. So anyway, I will find a way. I always find a way.

I'm in scouts with Logan and yesterday we went to Gooding ' s museum. It was pretty cool in the fact that it was very hands on. The boys had fun and it's always good to see how my child fits in with his peers. It's a big worry for me when we've moved around so much. Logan is not doing 100% great with this move as far as school goes, but I'm very grateful for our ward and the friends he has made there.

Ancient History

Addict

Oh yeah! I'm a frame addict! And I love color too! This just makes my heart so happy!

A walk down memory lane

I had this random thought today, like I do all the time, about how when I was little I remember overhearing a conversation my mom had on the phone with someone. The conversation was something about a lady at church who had found a rat in her toilet. Unfortunately for the lady, she found the rat when it was a bit of a compromising situation and too late. This is where my memory gets a little hazy. I believe the lady got her bum bitten by the rat. This is the part that has tormented me for all of my life. I was TERRIFIED of using the toilet as a child.  I thought a rat was going to swim up from inside the toilet and attack my bum. It wasn't until I was a teenager that it dawned on me that there was no way a rat could make it that far underwater unless it had scuba gear on. How relieving, and yet, to this day I still check the inside of the toilet before sitting down.

Follow up

I met with Logan's teacher. I cornered her in the classroom after the group discussion.  Guess my mothers intuition was spot on, because guess what his teacher had to say? No really. Guess.

I have a lot of thinking to do.

Surrounded

Oh heavens. There is a frog in my laundry room. A FROG!!! I found it late tonight while everyone else was sleeping soundly. So I couldn't even scream. Yeah yeah. It's just a frog. But do you know what it's like to have frogs everywhere? And I haven't even told you about the snakes.  I guess that's for another day.

Did you hear me?

Did you hear me? Did you hear my scream? It was loud enough to wake the dead according to Logan.

I was going out to the garage to feed our kittens and took a step barefoot into the garage from the laundry room. I stepped on something furry. It took a total of 2.1 seconds for it to register in my brain

Picture the following conversation happening in my head in super high speed:

"the cats are locked in their pen. Did they get out? Of course they didn't get out. That thing is locked tight. What am I stepping on then? A MOUSE!!!!"

*SCREAMING!!!!! SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!  MORE SCREAMING!!!!!!! AND EVEN MORE SCREAMING!!!!!!!!

Meanwhile sir mouse decided to get the heck out of there and scurried away. The problem is I'm not terribly sure which direction he went because I was too distressed. Plus it was dark.

Lesson learned. Next time: wear boots: huge thick boots that go to my knee. That will be adequate protection. Also TURN ON THE LIGHTS BEFORE STEPPING!!

Question

Yesterday Logan walked in the door from school and plopped a paper in front of me. "Mom, you need to sign this."

"Group Parent Teacher Conferences" is what the paper said. I read a little bit more: "Your child's teacher and the rest of the third grade teaching staff will be leading a group discussion about your child's curriculum and answering any questions you may have. Your child does not need a one on one parent teacher conference."

Cue the anger. Cue the outrage. Cue the shockedness (made that word up.).

In what school system do they not do parent teacher conferences with each child and each parent one on one? This is crazy talk! I am so baffled right now. But now I'm wondering, is this happening in other places or just here in our small town?

And call me one of those parents, but we WILL be having a normal one on one parent teacher conference.