It’s here! The inevitable ‘welcome back to school’ plague. This past weekend I told you I was going to try out tie dying, which I did

But, I didn’t get to finish. Instead I started sniffling… and then sneezing a bit… DAMN ALLERGIES I thought. HA! W . R . O . N . G . because shortly there after I felt like a mac truck ran me over , backed up, and then parked on top of me. Long story short, I sound like an emphysema ridden drag queen and still have some more (tie) dying to do. It’s ridiculously fun and I may become addicted. I started looking at instructions on how to Batik, which got me thinking about how I could batik a bed set instead of endlessly searching for one to match my bedroom. Alas, for now I can only dream as this plague is kicking my ass.

Part of being down with the mucus hoarking, snot snorting, dizzy spell inducing plague is abandoning the most basic of motherly duties as a form of self preservation. Last Sunday I hit the poptart motherload and thought I was set for the year

12 boxes of free poptarts and I can’t eat any? Well, hells bells, that may even last 2 years right? Unless mom gets sick. Pouring cereal into a bowl makes my head hurt, so the kids have powered through 2 boxes already. Now I’m eyeballing our 4 huge boxes of granola bars that were BOGO (and I had coupons!) and wondering how long until that supply starts to dwindle too. It’s between me getting up, focusing my eyes and slicing up fruit or moaning from my sick bed for the kids to grab granola or yogos. The sick bed is winning for now. Of course when my kids are buzzing around the room at 345 miles an hour and twitching from red dye # eleventy eight two, I know I’ll regret it but for now Viva La Yogos! Viva La Poptarts! Viva La get it your darn self!

**This post has been brought to you by my crafty streak, Target (where i was able to procure 12 boxes of poptarts for free) and The parent bloggers network as an entry for a contest sponsored by Brothers-All-Natural.

The chicks are already getting feathers!

They are just a week old now and we were able to turn the warming light off. Right now they are calling a 54 gallon storage tote home

on the home front, we are having permit issues again **bangs head against properly permitted yet not finally inspected wall**

The Hubster turned paparazzi on me while I was sleeping the other night. When I went to upload the camera I found pictures of myself. Unlike previous camera ambushes, there was not 42 pictures of my breasts from varying angles but rather some very sweet pictures of Bo and I co sleeping. Never mind the bloated throat waggle, just enjoy the sleep sharing

and because I apparently don’t have enough to do, I’m taking a crack at tie dying this weekend with the help of youtube

she rambles just like I do- picture her with dark hair, bigger tits, and 4 small children gnawing on her ankle bones- it’s like we’re twins!

….to be back into my art supplies

The kids have taken over my studio before I could even set up shop. I will be kicking them out of there. Oh yes, I will be kicking them out.

I made this as a card for the baby shower I am heading to today. The Hubster has to work so I’m taking all 4 kids. Send prayers, or vodka… vodka would be good. I think every baby shower could use a lot more vodka.