Joey is driving me crazy. Someone needs to hire me just so that I can have a few hours a day where no one is calling me every thirty seconds to ask for candy or to change the DVD or inquire about the location of a stuffed animal; a few hours where I'm not yelling at one of my beloved children to stop jumping on the couch, kicking at the couch, poking at the couch with sticks, running on the wood stairs, dangling from the bunk beds, etc., ad infinitum.
It's the story of every day and with the onset of winter and the colder, wetter weather, I doubt it's going to get better.
Don't get me wrong, I'm only complaining a little bit. I have fully loved and appreciated being able to stay home and get to know my children. It's been good for me and good for the kids. Now, I think it's time to work. If I could only get someone to hire me. It's depressing.
I've been busy trying to make CD favors for my friend's son's birthday party on Saturday (to which I am not invited). My sons won't be around on the weekend so the lack of invite doesn't bother me too much but I'll be darned if this project hasn't sucked up way more time than I intended. That's the way it always goes though, isn't it?
Wouldn't that be an awesome business for me if the economy weren't so deep in the tank? Party favors. Wedding items like the Mickey Ear program fans that are all the rage with DFTW brides. I'd really like to get a Yudu machine and screen print tee shirts too. Ahh, pipe dreams.