Who raised these kids anyways?

Today is one of those special kinds of days in parenting.  Every parent knows which kind of day I mean.  The kids paint the bathroom with nail polish, wear mascara as lipstick, bite eachother and draw blood, scowled at by strangers, poop on the floor in the libarary kind of days....and it is only noon.  This is the point in which someone says "don't worry, it can only get better from here".   Sadly I can't stay and let that someone tell me it is all going to get better, I just saw my children run past the front window naked and covered in mud. 

Train up a child in the way he should go

There are moments when I must question if I have made the correct decision with what I teach my children.  I am a firm believer in teaching my children the correct names for their body parts and being as honest as possible about anatomy and its functions.  This afternoon I had one of those moments that made me question this decision.  On most Sundays we get together with other Christians in a home for some sort of a meeting/fellowship/worship/eating time.  Today, as it is many days, there were about 20-30 of us in a smaller room.  My 2 year old was playing with a horse on the floor in the middle of the room when she sticks her chubby little finger in a hole in the horses behind and yells repeatedly "DON'T DIG IN YOUR VAGINA".  Charming. 

I thought I had a dream, it was actually more of a nightmare

Not my most concise title, it is a work in progress.  Last week I made a decision.  After months of cleaning out all that weighs me down from every closet, cabinet, under every bed, in every nook and every cranny, I decided I would spend 1 week and get my house really clean.  My dream was that one day I would sit down at the end of the day and not have a list of things that were yet to be done.  That the impossible could be; a totally clean house  just for a single day.   Heck I am realistic, even an hour would have been acceptable.  As this week progressed and my list grew longer rather than shorter I wasn't ready to admit defeat.  I thought I only needed to work MORE hours and then the dream would could realized.  Laying here in exhaustion this Friday morning, I wave my white flag of surrender.  Closets I started with have spontaneously rearranged themselves back into their natural state of disarray.  My children have had some sort of war with the tooth paste and it is now covering the bathroom in a pink sparkly film.  Even more disturbing, my husbands dirty clothes appear multiple times a day in their spot on the bedroom floor next to the hamper.  I know "they" say to dream big but I may need to start with a smaller dream.  Maybe an organized shelf somewhere.  Yes, I think I can handle an organized shelf.