What the H@$% happened to my garage!

This has been a real long week. The kids are on Fall Break so they are all home. YAH! - NOT! Another break? It seems like they just started school. I don't remember having all these breaks when I was in school. Anyways, we sent Kenna to California to see Mimi and Papa on Monday. She is our families frequent flyer. She is having a blast. Today she went to Disneyland with Aunt Kari and her cousins Keegan and Tanner. Kari said she was so good and never complained. WHAT!!!!! That is so not fair. Why is it that kids constantly complain with mom and no one else? I always hear, "They were fine when you left." or "They are always good when your not around." Why is that? When I think about it though I am always better too when I am with others. Anyways, I was very proud of Kenna today. She also made a point to thank Aunt Kari on the way home. I am glad to see that all of my yelling and screaming is working! :)
So back to my story. I have the other three home with me. Brody, my two year old twin, can open the baby locks on the doors now so he is always escaping. I was busy cleaning house, thinking they were in someones bedroom playing when Brody started screaming. I go running down the hall only to find the garage door opened and Brody standing there with blood on his shoulder and glass all over the garage floor. He had climbed up on the work bench, taken Chris' screwdriver and threw it at the long (3 foot) fluorescent light in the garage and broke it. WOW what a mess. It took me about 30 minutes to clean all the glass in the garage (Brody just had a little cut). So what do you think is going on in the house while mom is out in the garage? Everything that shouldn't. Trent comes running out to tell me that Sammy (my other 2 year old twin) has spilled milk all over the floor. Not just a little but about 1/4 of a gallon. I bend over to clean that up only to be at the right level to smell that Brody has pooped in his underwear.
I have to pat myself on the back though because I did not lose total self control like I do on so many occasions. I was mad and I was frustrated but I was not my raging lunatic self. Sometimes I just have to throw up my surrender flag and accept that the kids have just beaten the crap out of me mentally. Today was a "throw up the surrender flag" day. When Chris got home from work the twins were napping and I told him I needed to get the hell out of there for awhile. I laugh because when I got home he was frustrated with them not listening. NOT LISTENING, that is why he was frustrated. If they just didn't listen to me all day and that was it, life would be a hell of a lot easier. Instead they don't listen and they spill milk, break lights and poop on there pants. I think he has it made with just "Not Listening".
I want to paint tomorrow, crazy I know, so I will let you know how that goes.

My first posting

Today I have decided to try blogging. I am not sure how good at this I will be or if I will even keep it up. All I know is that I have four wild and crazy children that have stories to make anyone laugh and these stories, I not only want to but need to, make record of so they can one day look back and laugh with us. A little history on me and how I came to have four children. My husband Chris and I had our first child, Kenna in 2001 and three years latter in 2004 we had Trent. A boy and a girl. PERFECT!!
We couldn't be any more satisfied with life if we tried. We are in love, we have a beautiful home, I stay home with the kids and we had the perfect combination of one girl and one boy three years apart. So, we scheduled Chris' vasectomy. Do I really need to tell you what happened next? Yes, we got pregnant, two weeks before his appointment. And oh, not with just one but two babies. So when Kenna was four and Trent was 20 months old I delivered boy/girl twins this was in 2005. This is were my life gets REALLY interesting and crazy. I hope to each day share with you the crazy and wild things that go on in my house. It is never a dull moment. So enjoy and hang on for our wild ride!