Back Into the Swing of Things

Winter break is over and we are all attempting to get back into our routine again. I started classes again last week and I can already tell this is not going to be an easy semester. Its a good thing I can take my time. Lots of homework, too much homework! But my professor rocks, so that makes it a little easier.
Its been freezing here, well, by Southern standards!! So that leaves the kids inside a bit more and they are like caged animals. The boys are going to hurt each other seriously before winter is over. I guess its a good thing I am going to be a nurse because I have a feeling we will be vitsiting the hospital with these two often! They are outdoor boys. So it is really cold if they won't even go out! The girls are busy, busy. Soccer starts soon, YEAH!! My home away from home during the season! Next year we will have 4 of them in it and I might as well buy a motor home and just sleep in the parking lot. I am looking into junior volleyball leagues for Samantha. I think she would really like it. No luck so far.
Jay is going to be making a trip to Ohio this weekend to visit some friends. Its just a big guy time so I know he is going to have a good time! When Daddy goes out of town we have family sleep overs in our room. We all just get cozy where ever we can fit! Josh takes up the role of man of the house. He gets to sleep in Daddy's spot on the bed and makes sure all of the girls know that.
I have to take a moment and just describe Josh to everyone. He is the most anal child I have ever met in my entire life. Its almost like his is a 50 year old man having to live in a 4yr olds body. Every night before bed he has to have his clothes laid out on his bed so that he can get dressed before he leaves his room in the morning. Then he comes into our room to let us know that he is ready and needs us to go make him a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice NOW! And when his servants don't move immediately he continues to let us know that he took a nap all night and needs his food. So here we are at 7 AM and my 4 year old with no where to go is dressed and ready for the day with his breakfast tucked safely in his belly. Around 9am he lets me know that he needs 2 waffles now and some more orange juice. I SAID NOW! Did I mention I don't get paid enough for this! Then as if he didn't just eat AGAIN he asks when it's time for lunch because his belly is hugry. And he can't believe he has to wait for 2 hours to eat again. OH THE AGONY! So we get to lunch time, but not before I am reminded a million times that we eat lunch at 11:30. He likes to clean himself after lunch then which involves a lot of water. If any of said water happens to accidently land on him he immediately must remove all of his clothes as if he has been touched by the plague. They just won't do anymore. That done we watch a little
Tom and Jerry. This is something I am reminded of often too as we eat lunch. Then its time for his nap. But he doesn't like to do things the easy way. Oh no, he wouldn't dream of it! He must make sure that all of his airplanes are set in a straight line on his dresser and then pick the prize of the day to join him while he naps. His books have to be stacked in the far left corner of the dresser from which he also chooses one to nap with him. His hat must be placed on the left corner of his bed or nothing is right! For an hour he talks and sings and jumps around and kicks the walls and just basically doesn't take a nap. I am so tired!! I think I need a nap!
Okay, I am only going to go this far. But truly this is him every single day to a T. Nothing changes because he can't have that being that he is a 50 year old man set in his ways. Some one told me once after watching him for an evening at our house that they think he will turn out to be a successful CFO of a huge company some day. If he lives long enough to get to that we will see. No one tells you before you become a parent of all the different things you will encounter with having many children. They are the most difficult puzzle I have ever tried to piece together. Oh yes, I love them dearly. But who is going to take me to the mental hospital when we are done here. I don't think I will have an ounce of sanity left.
Okay, I am getting off of my soap box. This was a lot more than I planned to write. But what can I say I live with a constant stream of muses!