Lest you think life is dull around here just because I don't blog about it

I thought I'd share a little glimpse of what an hour here is like.

For example, this am.... I decided to take a shower.

I know. Ground shattering news, but if you're a mother you know anytime you take a shower during the kids' awake hours, you're living dangerously. After Larry was done, I notice JM was awake and without his older siblings to keep him from burning the house down, there was no way I was showering. Not to worry, he had them awake and screeching in about 12 minutes.

So after feeding them breakfast and telling them to get changed and clean their rooms....
(ah ha.. my secret.. I tell them to get dressed and clean their rooms, they disappear into their rooms for about 20 minutes.  Not that they actually CLEAN them or get dressed.. but they go and play or read quietly so that perhaps I'll forget I told them to do something and not notice they're not doing it. I of course am wise to this, so I can take the opportunity to take a shower. I can't use the time to use the phone, because the magnetic draw of the phone being on is just too great for them to remain away and not have a loud and urgent catastrophe while on said phone.)

And we have swimming lessons today and after Monday's lesson as I was putting on my bathing suit, I realized I couldn't remember the last time I shaved my legs and decided today I really should do that. Today. Before swim lessons.

I know, this is getting into the Too-Much-Information stage.. but... ANYWAY.. it's why my shower was longer than 2.2 minutes this am.

Because longer than 2.2 minutes was the time it took the boys to get dressed, go out into the backyard and find a "dinosaur bone" Which they then bring into the house, fight over until Joey puts it in his pocket.

This said dinosaur bone was about the size of a rabbit or squirrel leg bone and probably about 2 weeks old and carrying all sorts of disease and pestilence.

And the girls were chasing him to see it, still in pajamas.

And THAT my friends is why I don't shave my legs. Just in case you've been judging me and my fashion sense. It's not a political hippy statement. It's self, or rather, child preservation.  And by the time they're old enough that I can trust them longer than 2.2 minutes, I shudder to think what their ingenuity will be able to accomplish in 4.2 seconds. As it is, Joey's made a functioning tazer out of legos and batteries. Yes. I'm worried, too. Either he'll be a serial psycho or he'll be the next MacGuiver. I'm hoping and praying for MacGuiver.