Come. Sit a spell in my looney bin.

I woke up with a kinked neck that has just gotten progressively worse throughout the day.

Lucky me, it also happens to be Dave's Air Force weekend so I had to get all the kids ready for 9:00 church by myself. Last night I figured I was way ahead of my game because I had the kids all bathed before bed. Unfortunately, I have learned that only works in my favor when one of my little beauties doesn't pee herself and her bunk mate while sleeping. Livvy came running to me this morning, "Mama, Sara peed on my Jammie's and on my tummy." I know, sounds strange but essentially that is what happened. So much for safety in numbers. And just in case you aren't already cringing in my behalf, I will have you know that she peed on the very bedding that I just changed the night before, on the top bunk no less.

Church was the usual circus and by the time it ended, my head pretty much felt like a bowling ball on top of my neck.

My visiting teachers came by for a visit at 2:00. I was sprawled out on my couch under a blanket, trying not to fall asleep during their visit. Hey, I have been normal (relatively speaking, of course) for every other visit they've ever made.

When Dave finally got home I had him massage my neck and shoulders (beat them into raw hamburger). We (and by we I mean me) made dinner. We then had a birthday party to attend for a niece of ours. Before we got everyone packed up, me and Dave were sitting at the computer laughing at a couple different YouTubes.

More specifically, this one:



And this one:



While deep in YouTube Heaven, Dave was dropped back into reality when he turned his head and noticed not one, not two, but three green spots on the rug. What the? And there stood Spenny, innocently blinking his big eyes at him.

"What is that?"

As these words came from his mouth, I checked back in and we both turned and looked at Spenny as he turned to run out of the room. And that's when we saw the damage.

Friends.

Help.

Needless to say, we were a tad bit late to the birthday bash. I do have to thank my friends at church for offering packages of fruit snacks to Spencer. If not for their generosity, you wouldn't be witnessing such a wicked awesome display of poopiness.

Back to the birthday party, let me just lay all my brilliance out for you on the table. I was sightly flustered on our way to the party what with Spencer's pee soup poo and all. I grabbed a card as we ran out the door, scrawled a birthday message inside, threw in $10, scrawled "Regan" across the front, then licked it closed. It was then that I noticed I wrote her name upside down on the envelope. Idiot. So whatever. Rush. Rush. Rush.

We got to the party and I was explaining my upside down name mishap to Nikki when Aunt Amy comes across the room to pick up Livvy (who is wearing her church dress) and lo and behold, Liv flashes her nether regions to the whole roomful of people. Apparently in the world Livvy lives in, panties are optional.

It was not until I walked into the kitchen minutes later did I finally realize that we were not in fact at the party to celebrate Regan's birthday, but Hali's. I think I need to be committed. I had thought this out and thought it was September. September. Maybe my kinked neck is the aftermath from all my brain cells stampeding out of my head. So I guess it's November. And it's Hali's birthday. And I've lost my mind.

Regan did ask Nikki if she could keep the cash. Her name was on the card, after all. I reassured her that if she did keep the money, when Regan's birthday rolled around, Hali would most definitely be $10 richer.

My neck still hurts...