What is happening???

I don't think I can process it anymore, there are no more words... all I can say is they got 1 side spelled correctly, but something happened to their brains when they flipped it over. What is happening around here? We've found 3 signs in the past month!

My new addiction...

Yes, I realize I am like 8 years behind everyone else in the world with technology and gadgets, and my Kindle doesn't excite anyone but me and my kids- but I'M LOVING IT! Honestly, I have played more Solitaire, Pac Man & Tetris than I should admit, but I don't even care! We have Netflix so I get to watch movies through it too. What I just realized a few days ago was that there were a ton of reality shows on there as well and I am hooked. Don't worry, I am still watching Office almost every night, but for the past 2 days I have been GLUED to the show Hoarders. I had seen clips when we would travel home and stay in hotels with cable, but we never had cable at home so I never had the chance to sit down and really watch an eposide. Well, I think I've watched at least 17 eposides now and I can't stop. I am completely wrapped up in it and their lives, and their issues and the filth. I should have become a theripst- I love psychology, self help books, serial killer novels, biography's- you name it- anything about people and how their minds work- I am hooked. (Although I have had to lay off some of the serial killer stuff, my anxiety is a little too crazy and I don't sleep well anymore with too much of that yucky stuff on my mind)Anyway, the show breaks my heart. It makes me feel sad, angry and judgemental. I feel claustrophobic and anxious when I watch it, but it makes me want to get in there and help them clean and organize. I am fasinated and think if I went into the field, it would be helping hoarders in some way. It just mystifies me. I understnd collecting things and having collections get out of control- I understand the emotional attatchment to objects that have obvious corralations- but what I can't wrap my mind around is the absolute filth in which most of these people live. Why the filth? Why rotting animals in your house? Why feet of soiled adult diapers piling up in the bathroom? Why oozing liquids coming from the refrigerator? And black toilets and showers? Why garbage up to the ceiling? That's what I don't understand. I can't handle a few crumbs on my kitchen floor. I can't handle toys in the front room or things out of place. I can't function when things are crazy, so I can't understand how they can live in homes that are falling apart, smell horrible,have no running water, have 41 animal skeltons, laying around, bug infestations, poop on the ground, mice droppings everywhere, rotting food, mold covered items, dirt and trash everywhere, no room to walk, or sleep or sit. How do they do it? And how are they not in the hospital with funky disease's? I am just blown away. I am a little overwhelmed with it, but I can't stop. I guess all i can do is pray for them right?

34 days left...

I haven't wanted to take pictures lately, but 1 day I'll be glad I did right? Here I am today with 34 days remaining. I'm trying to enjoy this last month of just 4 kids to cart around because running errands with 5 for the rest of the Summer will surely be a blast!

Running out of space...

I was up at 4:13 this morning in totally pain. Seriously, what is going on with my hips? THEY ARE KILLING! I have to sleep on my side, but thats were all the pain is settling when I sleep. My Dr. said if I slept in a recliner it would help the siatic nerve, but we don't have a recliner! Oh, how these things ache. I know I will endure the next 4 weeks and 6 days, but 30+ days feels like an eternity when this kid won't stop invading my ribs. We are running out of space folks. I know I am lucky, I know I'm almost done, I know all I do is complain, but oh, boy, how nice it will be to have this part done. Here's to a few more weeks!

Pickles...

Little Miss Willow loves pickles. She will shove the entire thing in her mouth if I'm not watching- good thing I opened up some of the little ones!

Naughty Boys at the park...

Yesterday we went to the free lunch in the park that they do near our house. We don't go everyday, but when we do, the kids love it. There are always lots of interesting people: large men with bigger bellies than mine without shirts on, kids who look like they havn't had their hair combed in months and ravenous kids who aparently haven't eaten in awhile. It's kind of sad to see and it's one reason I don't go all the time. Apparently, there are also foul mouthed kids who like to attend as well. Yesterday was one of those days that just about did it for me. We were standing in line waiting for 12:00, and we had a few minutes to wait. Behind us were some boys who looked to be around 12 years old. I kept hearing swear words fly out of their mouths like it was nothing. The f word, the a word, the b word- you name it- they were saying it. It continued for several minutes and I had all I could take and finally turned around and said, " would you please watch your mouth- there are little kids around." They zipped it for about 3 seconds and then continued the most foul conversations I have heard in years. The f word was constant, it was discusting, vulgar, and completely appauling. I had no idea kids were capable of such awful conversations. As I shuffled my kids forward so they couldn't hear the horrible-ness, I turned around again, looked right at them and said " SERIOUSLY????" shaking my head. They looked at me and said, "Yeah." I swear, the hand of God must have come down to stop me because it took all I had in me not to slap those nasty boys in the mouths. I almost went off, I was boiling. I was so discusted and angry that they could be so disrespectful. I was so ashamed of them I wanted to tell them everything running through my head. It was rediculous.( I was about to leave and should have. I'm ashamed that I stayed actually) As we left the line, Tristin turned to me and said, "Mom, If I wouldn't have gotten in trouble- I would have punched them in their faces." Me too I thought. I took the moment to put my arm around him and remind him how unnecessary it was to speak that way and how very sad. They continued to swear the entire time. I heard the f word at leat 20 times, although they were a ways away from us. Not like that wasn't bad enough- but 2 ladies came and put their blankets on the grass way to close to ours and sat down. There was 1000's of feet in the park, and they choose to plop down right by our feet. Not only that they had a dog that kept trying to get the kids food. He was circling around, getting up on his hind legs and seriuosly in our space. I was so mad. I hate animals and even when she saw the dog trying to get the kids food, she did nothing to stop him! I had to move back so the nasty thing wouldn't get their stuff. I had finally had it. The half naked man was gross, the swearing kids made me want to beat them, the space invading ladies sent me over the edge and it was time to go. I was done. I told the kids to load up and went to speak to the lady in charge of the lunches. I expained what was going on because the kids were still cursing up a storm. She said she was really sorry but didn't have the authority to do anything. I thanked her and walked away. I got in the van and just shook my head- what was going on?? Seriously, what was happening to our world? How were our kids supposed to grow up and turn out half way normal? We talked about it all the way home and for awhile after. I told the kids all we could do was pray for them and one of them said, "I'm not praying for them!" (Again, another teaching moment about how we needed to pray for them even more) Anyway... it was one of those days that made me feel very sad for our youth. I thanked my Heavenly Father for the gospel and all it's goodness. I thanked him for a little piece of Heaven where none of that was around and I was so grateful our kids at least had an environment where those words would never be used.