Wait...what was I doing?

I love Goodreads.  It is a great place to find new books that your friends have liked and find reviews from real people.  It also mocks me.  It seems I get a daily email update with new reviews from my friends who can actually finish a book.

I have a Kindle, which I stole from the hubby after it went almost a year without being used, that is great for series and cheaper for new releases.  That being said, there are some authors that you have to get the hardback because understanding the format for footnotes on the Kindle might as well be Arabic.

I am in the middle of several books right now, and with all the time I spend NOT at work lately, I started to really get frustrated as to why I can't seem to finish any of them.

Each morning after I finally fall back to sleep, from my complimentary kiss goodbye from Sexy Beast, my days seem to play out the same way...

Waking up to a smiling face two inches away and/or Cooper crying because Carter looked at him wrong.

Bargaining with the promise of Caillou or Little Einsteins if someone will get a scoop of food for Koa while I cleverly hide Benadryl & Phenobarbital in hot dogs pieces.

Corralling Carter off the kitchen counter as he puts his inhaler on the spacer, then the meltdown because he doesn't have the hand strength to pump it.

Explaining who's turn it is for everything.

Wrestling with Cooper to try a bite of oatmeal, which he did, then cleaning up the mouthful I was able to get in Carter, which he spit out and started gagging.

Pulling Cooper off the shelving in the pantry as he is inches away from the coveted fruit snacks on the top shelf.

Doing laundry & dishes left in the sink from the night before because I decided "it can wait."

Holding back Koa with one foot as I try to answer the door for my FedEx package...which as soon as I remove the contents a fight ensues over who's plane/rocket ship it is.

Redirecting the boys every 10 seconds while attempting to pick up the spilled box of crayons, while Cooper says, "I'm too busy."

Carter insisting on sitting on my lap because I took a second to sit and blog, with Cooper crying because he wants to play with the iPad, and Koa scratching at my leg & grumbling due to lack of attention.

Saying "did you wipe" every time I hear the toilet flush.

Explaining, over crying/screaming, that TV time is over and there is a mountain of toys & books in the playroom...which no longer "spooky" or has monsters because Koa & Mommy scared them all away.

Wrestling an apple out of Koa's mouth that Carter decided he no longer wanted it.

Telling Cooper that "hiccups" do not warrant a visit to the Doctor.

Listening to Cooper scream "MINE" and Carter dances around him laughing with whatever toy he decided to take away.

Standing up to give the look, and watching Carter instantly stop & hand the toy back.

Applying the 18th Star Wars Angry Birds band-aid to the invisible wound on various extremities.

Attempting to calm Cooper down fast enough before he makes himself puke.



...and they have only been awake for two hours...

Koa is also a great tattle tale and will come find me and cry if the boys are doing something they shouldn't.  I am SUPER grateful that Cooper is now potty trained, and I have not had to buy diapers/wipes in over a month!!  Here's hoping that one day I won't have to reread several chapters to remember what was going on in a book...I'm thinking 15 years :o)