Fine Art

The weather is suppose to be getting nicer so I am going to paint. The living room, kitchen, dining room, hall and any other room that has child art on the walls. I have been talking to the kids on how not to draw on the walls once I get the painting done. Mind you wall art around has never really been a big issue with me. They draw on the walls, I take a picture leave it a few days then paint over it. They are always so proud of their artwork , it's really hard to get mad when they say  Mom look I drew you a beautiful picture or look I can write my name, so no big deal. The other day after one of my talks I gave them paper and asked them from now on would they please draw on the paper then we could hang it on the walls. Yes they agreed and proceeded to draw me pictures. A little while later they asked me to come see their art. There hanging on the wall as if by magic was their artwork. I told them they did a great job but how did they get them to stick on the walls. Sophia said," Oh that was easy, we glued them". Sure enough they got out their glue sticks and glued every picture they drew all over the walls. That certainly wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I said we would hang them. Score them a few points for their creativity.

Let's Go

Well another week-end has come to an end and I do not look forward to getting up at the crack of dawn to get the kids off to school. I start out at 6:30 with Jacob, he is followed by Ian, Joey, Deebo, Jackson, Sophia and AnnaLisa. The only ones I really have trouble with are Sophia and Jackson. We pick out Sophia's clothes the night before but by morning she has completely changed her mind on what she wants to wear that day. She is 5 going on 15.  If I don't let her wear what she wants it is a fight of the wills. It goes something like this... No you cannot wear cable knit tights with shorts and no halter tops to school. Take the eye shadow out of your backpack and go wash the lipstick off. Put your money back in your bank you are not buying a tattoo from Ella. I don't care if the bus driver has one, you cannot have coffee on the bus. You do not need to pack a lunch you come home in 3 hours. She's the easy one!!
Jackson on the other hand drives me crazy. Here is his morning... Come on it's time to get up for school, OK 5 more minutes. Your 5 minutes are up lets go, I know you're cold hurry get dressed you'll warm up. Come on get up. So I pick him up and stand him in the hallway and he points his finger at me and says," I don't have to do what you say, I'm sick today put me back in bed". Nope get moving . The kids no bigger than a large stuffed animal but thinks he is the boss. Eventually he trots down the hallway to have breakfast, then it's a fight to get him to eat , get dressed and comb his hair. The hair thing drives me crazy. I have to style it like Justin Bieber, bangs swooped to the side, sides combed forward perfectly. He has to check it out in the mirror. The kids is 6 but he says the girls like it this way. After 10 minutes of hairstyling he puts on his sweatshirt and stuffs his hair in the hood. I just cannot win.
They are all on buses by 8:10 and I am already exhausted. This is the first time in 16 years I have had all my kids in school at the same time. It's kind of quiet around here, almost deafening. It is nice to sit in the peace and quiet for a few but when they all go a full day I think I may go nuts.

New Postings

Now that you know about the kids and the husband I am going to start publishing my post the right way, as I write them. Now you wont have to scroll and keep hitting older post to see if I posted another one. By the way thanks for all the nice feed back on my blog. I never really thought anyone would read it, my kids of course and maybe a few friends. Until I started talking to other mothers I just thought every ones home was as chaotic. I sure was surprised to learn some mothers are actually organized. I have had people say to me, I bet you are so organized with everything. Oh sure that me! I cannot tell you at 4o'clock in the afternoon what's for dinner at 5:30. I never think that far ahead, confuses me too much. Don't ever just stop by just because you're out. I run down the hall, tell the kids to be quiet and pretend no one is home. I have to have at least a couple of hours notice to make a path for you to get in the door. Most people have a junk drawer well I have a couple and a few junk cupboard and junk closets. My attic is so full of kids clothes I'm afraid one morning I will get up and find them all on my dining room table as they crash through the ceiling. I have always saved the stuff the kids out grew just in case we got a temporary placement and the child had nothing. Now that we are done fostering I need to break that habit. OK I confess I am a child clothing hoarder. I wonder if they offer a 12 step program for that? Oh wait my daughter is pregnant I can save some stuff for her. Just kidding Nici!
But really every one thanks I do enjoy sharing my family with you all.