I hate trying to think of titles. That is my title.

     Seriously, I really think the worst part of this whole blogging business is having to think up some title to go along with my post.  I may boycott it.  Who knows?

     So, where was I last time?  Oh yes, saying that I was going to try to do this weekly.  Well, TRY is the operative word there, so...there you go.

     Last week we went to the rodeo y'all!  I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the rodeo.  Especially the bull riding.  It's my favorite part.  We didn't make it to the pro rodeo this year, but the one we saw was still pretty good.  The school field trips are to the youth rodeo portion of the American Royal.  We chose to go on the day they had the high school kids, hoping it would be more like the "real" rodeo.  ;)  We also went to the World of Agriculture, which was alright, but the rodeo was definitely our favorite part.  Some of the World of Ag stuff was just not as fun for our age of kids.  The oldest kids in our group are 12...they don't care to see a presentation on veterinary college quite yet.  It was a fun day though.

     We also had art with our homeschool group, and we made tie dye t-shirts to wear when we do group outings.  So much fun!  The kids love their shirts.  This Friday is PE, and I'm the teacher, so we'll see if I survive that!

     One thing that has particularly stressed me in the past week and a half is the number of things we have going outside our home.

      Every Monday through November 12, Motormouth has a prep class for the Geo Bee.  It's 30 minutes away from home, and it's two hours long, from 9:30am-11:30am.  So, IF we go straight there and straight back with absolutely no chatting with the teacher, etc., we have a minimum of 3 hours outside the house.  I don't drive back home while he's in class because it just takes too much fuel in my gas hog of a SUV.  My mom is also taking him to the class sometimes, which does help with me being able to accomplish more of the Tweebs schooling while Motormouth is at class, but he still has a lot to do when he gets home.  That gets crazy.

     Let's move on to Tuesday.  Every other Tuesday the kids have a 3 hour nature class at my cousin's house, which is about 20 minutes away.  Every Tuesday evening the boys have scouts.  One Tuesday a month, Thing 1 and I have scouts.  One Tuesday a month I have a service unit meeting for scouts.

     Wednesday is usually allergy shots, schoolwork and Bible class in the evening (where I teach Motormouth's Bible class).

     Thursday, THANKFULLY, is usually free.  I say usually....there are random doctor's appointments thrown in there.

     Friday is Art/PE day.  Every other week it's here, and the other weeks, it's at my friend's home, 30 minutes away.  It usually takes a couple of hours.

     Oh, and sometime Monday-Friday we have to find time for schooling and cleaning.  Unfortunately, this all led to a near nervous breakdown yesterday.  The house was is a disaster, we were behind on our school schedule, and there was never a moment of quiet in my head.  My friends, I thought I was going to lose it.  It was one of those nights where, before bed, you're kissing your kids goodnight, and also apologizing for turning into this:

Momma needs a time out.

     But, this too shall pass.  I will look back and wonder where all the time went, and how my kids turned into adults in a matter of minutes.  I breathe.....I pray.....and I ask God to help me remember how blessed I am, even when I'm feeling like I can't get through the next minute.

     I know that this wasn't a particularly funny post.  You know, I have quite a few close friends who tell me often how funny they think I am.  Then when I go to type a post, I think "wow, I am full of wit and I'm really going to show everyone!".  Then you get the above post.  Ugh.  I've decided it's one of two things.  Either I'm not a good writer, OR (and this is probably a lot of the reason) there are some things I can get away with telling my best friends that I don't particularly want embedded on the internets from here to eternity.  I tend to say things that really should probably never leave my brain.  Like when one of my children asks me a question that is ridiculous, or does something equally as ridiculous as the question, my response is usually "Are you on crack?".  In my defense, my kids ask some crazy questions.  

     So, as I wrap up my post for the day, let me leave you with some insight into Thing 1's brain:

        "I wish that you could take the seeds on top of the bun at Burger King, plant them, and grow cheeseburger trees."  Don't we all, sweetie.  Don't we all.