Ok, I know I suck.

I can't keep regular updates because I am so busy with school and life and all that other crap that goes along with being human.

So, today, I am standing in my kitchen trying to prioritize my de-mental list and I hear this blood curdling scream coming from outside. I first make sure all of my boys are inside (ok, I was thinking one of them was the cause of said blood curdling scream) and I look out the window to see some random pre-teen screaming bloody murder because she fell off of her scooter outside our house.

Her poor older brother was standing over her not knowing what in God's name he was supposed to do...she had a big scrape on her knee. I brought her inside cleaned it off gave her a big-ass band aid and another for the road and by that time, her parents had caught up with them.

I hope they realized I am not some creepy molester and was just trying to band-aid the screaming child. "Dad" looked me over like he was analyzing my child molesting characteristics. Duh, I put anti-biotic ointment and these really kick ass knee-elbow bandages on your kid. I'm a mom, therefore I take care of those in need.

Where was the rest of my family? Hiding. Todd and Jack come from hiding and Todd asks, "What the hell was that??" So, I tell him the story and he says, "When children stumble into the house, you push them downstairs and we sell them into slavery."

Blink, blink...blink...

Um, yeah, I think I'll stick to sending them home with band-aids, you sicko.