Pig Sty

Let me start off by saying that boys are total slobs. At least mine are. I really hope other boys are too or I'm going to feel like a failure. During the school year our house gets messy like anyone else's, but during the summer it seems like it gets even worse. I went in the kitchen today and started noticing things left out so I decided to make a list. On the table I found:
-Half eaten slice of pizza
-Arts and crafts bucket with various materials scattered all over the table
-Dirty chimichanga plate with sour cream container next to it
-Empty cereal bowl
-2 empty soda cans
-2 empty glasses the soda was poured into
-Tupperware full of Goldfish crackers
On the kitchen counter:
-Chimichanga wrapper
-Ramen wrapper
-Clean dishes from a halfway done dishes job
As well as an open dishwasher with a few dirty items placed in it from said half done dishes job.
On the floor:
-2 pairs of shoes at bottom of the stairs
-2 pairs of shoes by the backdoor
-3 pairs of shoes behind the couch
-1 dirty sock behind the couch
-1 dirty sock on couch from being thrown at younger brother

I might just lose my mind. And of course I'm walking around picking most of this crap up because heaven forbid anyone else should do it or should listen to me when I remind them for the 300th time to pick it up. It's like a conspiracy. "If we leave it long enough, Mom will get sick of it and clean it herself." So please, if you see me running away from home screaming, don't tell my family.

Best Mom Ever

This guy had his wisdom teeth out yesterday. I was not sedated when I had mine removed so I had no idea how wonderful it is to talk to someone when they come out of it. He told me I was a race car driver on the way home, walked into the house as a dinosaur, called his best friend and told her his favorite person is Jesus. Overall, it was amazing.

Now to get to the post title... So obviously he couldn't eat anything yesterday (though he did finally have some mashed potatoes last night over the course of an hour) so I made him shakes all day. Like literally all day. He does cross fit and is on a higher protein diet so I made a high protein yogurt smoothie, then a couple hours later made a protein powder shake, then another yogurt smoothie, then before bed an ice cream shake. Today he took 20 min. to eat eggs for breakfast and I made him another smoothie. I made him a protein shake before we took Coco to his football jamboree. He did manage to eat a few fries for lunch and I just made yet another smoothie. So I love this kid more than life, but I'm spent. I've kept track of all his meds for him and made him shake after shake and mashed potatoes and I'm tired. He has at least thanked me several times. But he's in the playroom a lot playing video games so I've been up and down the stairs every stinking time. (At least I've been getting my steps in).

I got up at 6:30 am yesterday, took him to the oral surgeon, came home, then drove back again because he started bleeding again, back home, over to cross fit so he could say hi to everyone, 20 min up the road for a burger that I was craving (because by this time I was hangry), Target to return something, home again, to the doctor to see if my toe was broken still from like 3 months ago, to the grocery store for mac and cheese for Bubba, home to pick up Coco for football practice, home until I had to go back and get Coco (sat there for 30 min. because they went over time), home until I had to get JP from his friend's house at 11 pm. I was so done. But my awesome husband was camping with scouts this weekend so I was the lone chauffeur. Today my schedule consisted of driving more than 30 min. to get downtown to the stadium for Coco's jamboree game, wait around for an hour and a half until they finally played for their 12 minute turn, Sonic (in the opposite direction of the quickest way home), home on the freeway and on the highest traffic road in the state, didn't even turn the car off because JP wanted me to pick up two friends and drive them to the fair, and finally home again.

Then I asked Bubba if he needed anything (meaning a pain pill) and he responds, "Oh yeah, a shake would be great." So I go downstairs, make the shake and as I go to take it to him, Butch (who is finally home from camping) says, "Hey if you're going upstairs and coming back down, can you get me some eye drops? My eyes are killing me." So I'm pretty much at least one of the top five moms on the planet right now.