I need to pour my heart out. I’m so glad Shell has this each week because lately I’ve seemed to need it so much more than normal. You should all link up!

We’re moving! Exciting, right?

My abs look awesome! Fabulous, right?

My house is so clean you could lick it, eat it, and gyrate on it and not get sick! Fantastic, right?

In theory it’s all fantabulositing, but when it comes to the reality of it, well……. it sucks harder than another Fast and the Furious movie. Except there’s no drooling over Paul Whatshisface. I’m stressed, I’m tired, I’m busy. I’m happy we’re moving. My abs look awesome because I’ve spent weeks scrubbing, cleaning toys, organizing, mopping, cleaning spills, cleaning, wiping, cleaning toys, vacuuming, dusting, cleaning clothes, folding, cleaning toys, and well…..you get the point. I am pretty sure my house has never looked so great and I admit, I wonder why it didn’t look like this the whole time. Then when I bend over to pick up the same toy I’ve picked up 506 times today and I feel the sore muscle of my back and stomach I remember why it wasn’t.

My husband is being a jackass. He doesn’t realize all the work that I have to do for each and every showing. In fact, last night as I mopped he read the paper, this morning as I fed the kids, vacuumed, cleaned everything because we had a showing and it needed to be done by 8:15am…well, he slept and then thought he was awesome because he dressed the kids. Whoopdiefreakingdoo. He bitches and complains about every single thing. I’m pretty sure that he looks for things to bitch about and things to get his man-panties in a bunch about. At one point I even told him to “man up” and get his “big boy pants” on and get us out of here by August. He backed down and let me handle everything. Only for him to bitch about everything again. Right now we’re not talking. He’s upstairs talking to his friend on the phone and I’m writing to let out some steam. It was that or go to see Hungry Eyes…or Games…or is it Hunger Games…by myself. I chose to sit here, write, watch Dodgeball on ABC Family, and save money. We need the money, after all, for everything we’re spending it on to fix this place up again. I wish all my kids were that easy to put into time out. Yes, I feel like the only grown up in the house. Don’t you?

I will say that while my kids have been frustrating sometimes, they’ve been great. They have their moments. They don’t keep anything clean. They are kids, but really…they’re my babies. They’ve been troopers and I remember that all of this is for them. I’ll keep scrubbing, wiping, cleaning, hugging, and dealing with my third child husband’s bitching and whining forever.

Tonight I’m tired. I’m sore. I’m annoyed.

Tonight, I really wish I drank.

Tonight, I wish it was September.

Then again, tonight I would never want to miss a moment with my boys. So we’ll keep letting the time go at the same pace that time keeps going.