Coffee and Cannonballs !!

This one is short and sweet, but again, somewhat funny. My husband is wonderful and a "jack of all trades". He takes pleasure in successfully baking a delicious cake to patching a whole in the ceiling due to some mishaps in the attic. And usually, he does it well. The other night I asked for his assistance in moving our enormously large king-size mattress. It needed to be rotated and flipped because I was sick of waking up with sore bones. So, in all his humorous glory, he gets most of the mattress off and flipped. I'm safely standing near by in case he "needs me".  (You know, the moral support guiding the captain cause Lord knows I can't lift any part of that monstrosity. ) Then I hear a large grunt let out as he stands with the mattress towering over him and leaning into his body. And all at once it happens....he shoves the mattress back on the box spring with a force of energy so impressive it made my eyes get wide and my breath some what stop. With a th...

Okay folks, I'm barely hang'n on. Today started off ok. I got my coffee, me and the little man left to go do our cleaning job and finished well before lunch. We made an important stop into HEB and then went home to eat. So far, so good. After lunch is my son's usual nap time. Despite the fact he hasn't had a real nap schedule since he was 1, I continue to place him in his room where he can nap or play quietly. We finish lunch and move on to nap time, but not before pleading with him to use the potty and try to do #2. After a while of him not being successful and me desperately looking forward to my nap time. I put him in a pull up and put him down for a "nap". Still having somewhat of a good day. Until 20 minutes after I close the door to my son's room I hear him calling me. I go in to find my almost 3 year old standing on his bed with his hands on the wall next to the oh so big vaseline stain (another story all together)and something seems ...

Oh ya'll I am still steaming about this one. And then again, part of me wants to haul off laughing. I think I haven't because I'm mad that my son thought this was so humorous. I've heard the story of my mother-in-law threatening my brother-in-law, at the age of three, that if he didn't unlock the car doors by the time she counted to three, he would be getting a spanking. Let me inform you that the little guy had managed to get the keys to their car, put them in the ignition and start the vehicle...and then proceeded to lock the doors. I've laughed about this several times...I never knew that today I would be writing to you about my very own story of being locked out. Yes, locked out!!! I was out on the patio doing laundry (our setup is out side on the closed in patio of our condo)and shut the door so Dean and the dog didn't come out. I finish loading the clothes into the washing machine when I hear an all too familiar "click". Ha...