Its 4:30 p.m. where are my children?

It is 4:30 p.m., and I am blogging. The littlest humanoid is sound asleep in the beanbag chair complete with leather bomber jacket and light up sneakers (ooh sounds comfy). The eldest is out w/Papa in the barn fixing Mad Max (aka the backhoe). I chopped veges for dinner and decided to blog baby. Hightlight of the day...picking up Sam from J's and having him say, with arms wide open, "Mama I missed you!!!" not just once, but 3 or 4 times. Ahhh...tis good to be loved. Poor J...crying over her onions. Its all good.............................

And now a poetic moment(must be spoken in rapish rythm):

runnin' round all day
tis the stay at home mommy way
the lists get ever longer
is it 5pm? make mine stronger
say what?

Oooh..I have a beef...WHAT IS UP WITH COMPANIES HAVING THEIR FREAKIN' CUSTOMER SERVICE PEOPLE IN INDIA! OR A COMPANY GIVING YOU A "HOTLINE" NUMBER TO CALL AND ITS FULLY AUTOMATED! THAT IS SO NOT HELPFUL....$%@%#%^&$^***&^$%%$##% that is what I have to say about that.