A few changes

I really screwed up. I opened my big mouth and now my sister knows about this blog. Well, sortof knows. She knows I have 2 private blogs.

She is pissed. She feels she should have access to these blogs. But I KNOW there will be MAJOR issues if she reads my other blog. It's very difficult for my family to imagine that I have parts of my life I would like to KEEP from them.

So I guess I'm going to have to create a completely vanilla blog, under a different name than Countess and share that with my family to satisfy their thirst for knowledge.

Dang it I barely have time to write in these. Where will I find time for a third?

Ok, enough of that. Last night we had dinner with some people we know from church. They are in our small group. It was nice. I didn't have to cook and my kids ate like pigs. All and all a successful night. Except for the acid indigestion that I was throwing up at 3 am. Yeah that sucks.

DH is all pissy this morning because I didn't go to bed at the same time of him. Ummm...I didn't have to get up at 3 a.m. He did. Why should I lose out on my "no kids" time? He is such a baby sometimes.

Whateva

So, when I go home at night, I always come up with great blog topics...and I'll write the blog in my head as I clean up and beat discipline my children. Then, when I get time to sit down and actually write something, I'm blank.

I think it may have to do with the fact that I always sit down AFTER I've taken my meds. They put me on an even keel where nothing bothers me.

Where's the drama, where's the irritability? That makes for good blogs. If everything is coming up tulips, what is there to write about?

We are taking the kids trick or treating one last time tonight. This will be their third trip. We go so many times, not for the candy - Lord knows my fat ass doesn't need it, but to allow all grandmas to see the kids in their costumes.

And trust me, the kids are NOT dressing up for no reason. They want a reward, darn it. So tonight they will don, once again, the princess costume, and the dragon costume. And I will listen to everyone ooo and ahh over have fabulous my children are. Sigh...my kids are so damn cute!

We are also dressing up one of our dogs, Olivia. She will be a butterfly. She hates the costume. But we are her parents, and we decide everything in her life. So she can get over herself, and if she tries to chew her costume I'll beat discipline her.

So there, there's a nice boring post for ya. But no one reads this anyhow, so it's all for me.

I should comment on myself to make myself feel important....