It’s been longer than that, but this is as far as I wish to think right now.

Last night was my niece’s quinceañera. It started at 6:45pm. We went down to V*land to get Husby’s hair cut before the party. Unfortunately, I didn’t listen to the voice in my head and take my clothes and camera with me. His haircut took way longer than we expected because the shop was ridiculously busy. I ended up having to go to the party with a pair of ripped tattered jeans on and a nice shirt. What a relief that I had actually done my hair before we got there, or I would have REALLY been upset. I was already embarrassed beceause everyone there was dressed like it was a prom.

The Carriage House was absolutely beautiful. It was like a luxury banquet hall with chandeliers and double stairways when you first enter. Outside was a valet and a man made lake with lit fountains. The food was great. They served chicken over penne with crab meat garnish, baked penne, chicken fingers with 4 dipping sauces, three different salads, french fries, fresh green beans, seasoned roasted potatoes, assorted soft rolls, and they had a bar. I got myself an Appletini and Husby had a Long Island iced tea. The bartender gave Little Taz a glass of apple juice on the house. We didn’t stay too long. My niece looked divine in a golden gown fit for a princess. Her friend who celebrated with her looked pretty in her black dress.

We had been commissioned to house my nephew and smaller niece in our house overnight while their mother and sister partied the night away. We had to make a few stops on the way home *McD’s for cookies and a bathroom and Wendy’s for food*. We finally arrived at our home and then it was pandemonium. Those kids ran all over my house for a few hours and then refused to go to sleep. My nephew, being older and more mature was long gone by then. The children were having an issue sleeping in the same room *one wouldn’t shut up* so mine came to sleep in our bed *ruining me and Husby’s cuddle time* and the other fell asleep on my son’s bedroom floor in protest to having to sleep in my house at all.

This morning they awoke ravenous from all the playing and sleeping of the night before, so I ended up making a hard decision. It was either I pack up all the kids and go to the store or I had to figure out how to make something here. I ended up making scrambled eggs and pancakes. My niece was all in my business, just as nosy as she wanted to be…and it got on my last nerve. Finally they were fed, and I figured that maybe I could get FIVE MINUTES with my Husby. No such luck. Before you knew it, they were all hungry again and FIGHTING *they were already sick of being together* so I had to come back to the living room, regulate the fights, and call for pizza. Thankfully the pizza took about 10 minutes to get here, but the kids were still tired of being together and were thankful to finally be rid of each other when their mother arrived 2 hours late.

I was beyond myself, since I can only take so much of preschoolers/toddlers being together in my presence. It’s all I can do not to blow my brains out. I kept reminding Husby …”and that is why I refuse to have another child!” hoping like heck that I got my point across. I had a migraine for HOURS that has just now completely subsided at 9pm *six hours after they left*.

The constant role of trying to be there for everyone who needs attention is way too taxing. I give anyone credit who has more than one child. God bless you and HELP you all.